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fauzhee10069 · 2 years

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TGCF Thought: My Difficulty in shipping BEEFLEAF

!!Major spoiler for non-novel reader!! TL;DR available at the bottom of the post.

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Beefleaf is a highly popular fan-ship besides fengqing and when I’m not actively hate or against it (as I don’t like gatekeeping), there are several factors that make it difficult for me to accept them as a pairing and these factors are greatly influenced by the canon material itself.

Initially, Shi Qingxuan and He Xuan were besties, this notion made fans’ natural attraction to take their relationship further as a pairing. The canon source implies that them being besties is perceived more from Shi Qingxuan's point of view.

He Xuan's initial motivation for infiltrating Heavenly Court was to investigate the cause of his tragic fate. Later, after he found the source/cause, he was getting closer to Shi Qingxuan on his mission of revenge.

Over the course of their relationship as besties, it is a feint on He Xuan’s behalf. MXTX goes even further that she told us: He Xuan has great talent on acting (Yin Yu’s flashback and iirc interview).

Flashforward to Black Water arc, He Xuan’s main target for his revenge is Shi Wudu because he is the active player. The revelation greatly shock Shi Qingxuan who was greatly unaware of this. Even more regretfully, He Xuan never expected Shi Qingxuan's innocence. So while he was acting as his bestie, He Xuan had been harboring the same hatred for both brothers.

To the point that he wished Shi Qingxuan's innocence is a lie (“tell me this is not true!!”), this becomes a great dilemma for He Xuan. Until several times he refused to believe that Shi Qingxuan did not know anything about this switching fate.

So doesn't that mean He Xuan loves Shi Qingxuan?

Not necessarily, because you don’t have to be romantically in love for having moral standards not to condemn innocent people.

Let's put ourselves on He Xuan’s shoes; for decades (hundreds of years in their case) you actively pretended to be his best friend while thinking of getting revenge on him one day. You have harbored and nurtured such feelings for years, is it easy to just let them go?

Oh, you’re innocent? Then I forgive you (understandably, have a nice day)

If you think so, then you are underestimating He Xuan's feelings, pains and what he has been through all these years.

Now, moving on Shi Qingxuan; for someone you trust as bestfriend and suddenly he frankly reveals his secret that all this time he has held grudges and hates you. Even though deep down you know you're innocent, you will still feel hurt, confused, and blame yourself.

Thinking him as your trusted friend for all the time who suddenly says that "I actually hate you"/”we’re not friends” is a shocking moment for anyone (which also happened to Xie Lian & Mu Qing in the 33 gods & auspicious land flashback).

The conflict in the Black Water arc is very deep:

Shi Wudu doesn't want punishment to befall his brother because he knows that he is innocent.

Shi Qingxuan also felt guilty for He Xuan's suffering even though he just knows it at that time, because it was undeniable that his fortune had belonged to someone else.

He Xuan refuses to believe that Shi Qingxuan is innocent, as he has always harbored hatred for the two of them and used to watching Shi Qingxuan enjoying the life and fortune that rightfully belong to He Xuan all along.

So the conclusion of this conflict is; He Xuan killed Shi Wudu and abandoned Shi Qingxuan.

Yeah, beefleaf shippers, you can’t get He Xuan to just forgive Shi Qingxuan all together and let them be the new pair of Water-Wind masters or Earth-Wind masters.

He Xuan still stripped Shi Qingxuan’s divinity and abandoneddisgraced him as beggar as he wants Shi Qingxuan to feel the suffering that he went through before.

And Shi Qingxuan (who even though you repeatedly said he is innocent and don’t deserves it) willingly accepts his new fate.

Another MXTX’s interview even said that Shi Qingxuan doesn't want his damaged limbs to be restored (which of course really saddens me as I love Shi Qingxuan as a character too but), this further strengthens that Shi Qingxuan feels guilty and does not deserve his fortune and divinity and he accepts the loss of them which were not his in the first place.

We may disagree with this outcome, but this is what those two characters (beefleaf) decided.

Now these two canon breakdowns that:

He Xuan is straight since he had female fiancée at some point in the past.

Albeit his godhood allowed him to be genderfluid, Shi Qingxuan is more comfortable as a man than woman as we can see during Paradise Manor infiltration arc, he switched back into his male form despite still dressed up as a maid and he would be more powerful in female form because in this timeline he was still active as the wind master (not losing his godhood yet).

The problem of ‘beefleaf’ portrayal

As I said at the beginning that I don't like gatekeeping, I also don't necessarily dislike beefleaf as a pairing.

But so far I'm having a hard time liking this couple due to their portrayal of most of the fans which is mostly uhm… problematic.

Most fans like to belittle He Xuan’s revenge and put He Xuan feelings & sufferings aside.

They progress that during He Xuan's act of being Shi Qingxuan's best friend, He Xuan has fallen in love with Shi Qingxuan.

They made He Xuan abandon his revenge journey just like that.

Bearing in mind that He Xuan's revenge is not merely to relieve his anger, but also as an act of filial piety to his family who had also become victims of fate switching carried out by Shi Wudu.

That is the meaning of the scene where He Xuan brings Shi Wudu's head to his family's urns as an offering, in Black Water arc.

The Black Water arc generally still happens with Shi Wudu’s still paying for his sin, but as for Shi Qingxuan, beefleaf shippers are back on the route: “oh, you’re innocent? Then I forgive you” aka. understandably, have a nice day.

No, it doesn’t work like that.

What make He Xuan forgive Shi Qingxuan so easily just because he supposedly falls in love with him?

Shippers might put the revelation of Shi Qingxuan’s innocence early, before the Black Water arc was supposed to happen, so that He Xuan can forgive Shi Qingxuan much early.

Worse that he just falls in love without knowing Shi Qingxuan’s innocence first.

But this creates further problems when He Xuan has to punish Shi Wudu, Shi Qingxuan's beloved older brother.

“I love you, I forgive you, but I have to kill your brother.” You expect that Shi Qingxuan will just nod off?

Okay maybe not kill him but… natural reaction from Shi Qingxuan would be begging for forgiveness, or at least leniency on his brother.

Or worse, wishing that He Xuan to just abandon his revenge, which again, you belittle his pain.

You can't just simply choose: your lover or your dearest sibling? This will put Shi Qingxuan in a great dilemma. Which might be good for a drama, but very complicate to make it a happy ending.

Most stories like this actually end in tragedy.

Another take is by having Shi Qingxuan and Shi Wudu embroiled in family quarrel, which generally ends with Shi Wudu ready to take the punishment. However it generally also ends with He Xuan granting leniency.

“Well, he needs to pay for his sin, but I won’t kill him” like a husband comforting his distressed wife.

But for God’s sake, this is about He Xuan!! Not Shi Qingxuan!

He Xuan is the one who has the right to determine for himself how he will resolve his conflict with Shi Wudu, how much Shi Wudu will pay for his deed, he is the one who has suffered all this time, he is the main victim of this goddamn fate switching!!

And again, you belittle He Xuan’s suffering, of him losing his fortune, of him losing his divinity, of him losing his family!

Even worst that some fans babytrapping him and Shi Qingxuan!!

Yeah, they’re having baby, so He Xuan is not going to abandon Shi Qingxuan (and their unborn child) just like that (as in the canon).

“I have to take care of them, I can’t fail them/let them down, let's put aside this grudge for a moment for their sake…”

You belittle the tragedy of Black Water arc MXTX carefully made.

TL;DR beefleaf portrayals are mostly hardly believable, that’s what makes me hard to be convinced with their love story.

How can ‘beefleaf’ work better?

Let Black Water arc happens as in canon.

Therefore you value and acknowledge He Xuan’s past, his pain and his journey of revenge as it is.

And leave Shi Qingxuan with his current state post Black Water arc.

Therefore you respect his decision and acceptance.

Their romance does not happen in canon.

Doesn’t mean that their romance couldn't happen post-canon.

Their progress can be started from the post-ending. He Xuan has finished his revenge, has started to extinguish his hatred, has started to move on, to make peace with the past.

After his heart calmed down, make it a moment where his heart starts to ache for Shi Qingxuan, wondering what he is doing, thinking back whether they could start over.

As for Shi Qingxuan, it's very likely that he wants to avoid He Xuan at the moment. No matter how innocent he is, he had lived a life that was He Xuan's right, so his guilt won't just go away, he would be uncomfortable to face He Xuan.

This would be possible if it is He Xuan who opened his heart first. In the moment of their first meeting post Black Water arc, let Shi Qingxuan know that He Xuan has made peace with his past, that he is ready to move on, that he forgives Shi Qingxuan, offering Shi Qingxuan to let’s start over once again.

Let it happens slow, slow burn is beautiful.

Perhaps, Shi Qingxuan is ultimately willing to get his limbs restored.

And no babytrapping for God’s sake, let that happens after they truly reconcile.

Because that's the only thing I can see how beefleaf truly works.

So TL;DR you're free to ship beefleaf, but please make their progress more believable. Don't ditch/simplify the Black Water arc. Understand He Xuan's character & situation better. Don't underestimate his problem just for the sake of fluffiness. I'm looking forward for beefleaf content post-canon without excluding the after effect of Black Water arc and have them learn to cope it.

THE END

PS: If you still want Shi Wudu to somehow survive, do it.

But think about how to do it without putting aside He Xuan's pains and suffering as the main victim of his fate switching.

PPS: I’ll give you a free pass for ignoring Black Water arc if you write modern AU beefleaf.

#beefleaf #tgcf spoilers #tw negative #cw criticism #aku baper #he xuan #shi qingxuan #black water arc #tgcf meta #shi wudu #my thought #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #my rants #hate this post? just block me #tbh beefleaf has more complicated progress that will make it beautiful even more than hualian & fengqing #tgcf fandom kek bocil anjir

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bizlybebo · 3 months

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The Prime Defenders story in general is incredible, like I hurt my jaw very badly on multiple occasions from opening it in shock, hurt my eyes from crying, and hurt my arms from stimming when things happened.

I love all the characters and their dynamics and the players playing their characters right (even when you want to scream at them not to) and the DM giving them the consequences to their actions, overall its great.

I love watching you experience this series because I have not been able to bully any of my irl friends or family into watching it yet and I love being able to see people experience things that I enjoy and talk to them (or smile smugly at them) about what happens in it.

TL;DR FUCK YEAH PRIME DEFENDERS and thanks for letting me talk about it with you

OUUAGGHHH the story of prime defenders is such a visceral experience, especially because im going through it for the first time,, entirely blind,, with no spoilers. like. this is genuinely rewiring my brain or some shit because the last time i was so hyperfixated on a piece of media was 2020

and OUGUGUHG the characters. i've never seen such strong characterization before in my life. like (SPOILERS FOR ANYBODY WHO READS THIS , SEASON 2 EPISODE 16 )) dakota basically implying to the tricker that he'd let it take his body over ashe's?? fucking. stupid. but it's such a dakota thing to do. dakota, ever self-sacrificing.

honestly, the theme of change in general is very prominent here in every character and it's so impressive to watch it play out in real time. like. vyncent ? he's SO much stronger, emotionally, mentally, and physically, now than he is in season 2. he's gone from a homesick kid to a slightly less homesick kid-- because he's found a new home and he got his closure (or at least, most of it) and i UAUAUGH.

william?? his entire arc?? genuinely gives me chills every time he Has A Moment in this season.

but AUUGUGHG there is something in the water with dakota cole. only character i htink about ever actually.

but yeah endy i really appreciate talking to you about pd and just. in general <33 you're a really epic cool person in general and i love seeing you pop up on my screen :D

this is also nice because i have only one irl who knows of jrwi and i've started calling everything a jrwi reference and i think they're genuinely close to strangling me(affectionate?). and even if your ominous asks scare me they're so AAAA and they make the experience of watching pd that much funner <333 thank you endy heart emoji

also AUGUUGUGH IM SO SCARED BY THAT OTHER ASK YOU SENT. FOR WHEN I FINISH THE EPISODES 'BLACK' 'WHITE' AND 'GREY'. IM SOSSOSOO SCARED. AUGUGUHGHU. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EXPLODES YOU

#vixen rambles #vixen answers #<3333 #jrwi pd #jrwi pd spoilers #jrwi spoilers #<just in case

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druidx · 1 year

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Mouth of Silver

Universe: Original one-shot CW: Unreality, fae-like creatures, //ask to tag Words: 781 Context: Written for the Homestead 2021 Fall Prompt Week. The prompt was: Theme: Dark & Light; Color Scheme: Monochrome tones; Quote: "I'm no saint, but I can tell the shades apart". For this, I enjoyed playing with the idea that dark=good and light=bad. Read on RoyalRoad Tagging: @homesteadchronicles @wispstalk @writeblrsupport @scribeofred @bread-of-death

A thick, billowy duvet of snow coated the ground, making dark sentinels of the smooth-trunked beeches. It squeaked at each footfall from the shadowy figure as he puffed his way through the sparse undergrowth. Over a head of knee-length dreadlocks, the moon ghosted towards the horizon, painting the eiderdown sky with a watery wash of silver.

The frigid air rippled and shivered, a balmy breeze reaching out to caress his umber cheek. From behind a basalt-dark tree stepped another figure. It trembled in the spring-like air, spider-silk bright and just as diaphanous. The dark figure froze. Thick fingers reached for the copper rod hitched over his shoulder, laid beside a bulging pack. The light figure gave a glittering laugh and spoke in a strange flowing tongue. More laughter, high and bright, came from either side. The shadow turned to see more gossamer figures appear, reaching out with beckoning hands, chattering in that same strange tongue, the vowels sliding over consonants like water over river pebbles.

The rod freed, the Shadow held it crosswise over his chest. Though he trembled and his breath caught, the dark figure tutted. "Come now, come now," he said, his voice the rumble of a brewer's dray. "I'm a simple man – no saint for sure – but even I can tell the Shades apart. You are different… No mere shade has the power of spring in the dead of winter." The man raised the copper rod higher. "Kirth vin dah. Kirth vin dah. Let me pass." The Gossamer shivered, the trill of a rippling brook filling the air. Their silvery shapes wavered, slipping closer to each other. "So. You want to do this the hard way?" The shadowy figure held his copper rod out, clasped in the centre like a shield, and stepped forward. "Se netto! Se netto! Move aside! Fotex consabel da'hriim! I claim the right of Traveler's Passage!" The Gossamer shivered again, the air heating to a summer's dryness, the trilling deepening into the roar of wind-tossed trees in full leaf.

"Do not test me, creature," the Shadow called, taking a step forward, the rod still extended in a warding gesture. The Gossamer contorted now – the mockery of a human face with wide empty eyes and gasping mouths filled deep like mercury. They gaped – as if in shock – as Shadow took another and yet another step towards them. The fell wind rose, dusty air grasping at hair and linens – yet not a single tree limb quivered. The Gossamer gibbered, voices rising to the rushing of spring melt-water. "I no longer ask, creature: You will let me pass! Netto, netto! Begone from this place!"

The Gossamer shivered and shook, their forms wavering like old cobwebs blown by the wind, as Shadow waved the copper rod in wafting arcs. They shrilled, clustered so close they seemed to become one. Shadow stopped, waiting, the rod still held before him.

With an inhuman shriek, the wind turned blistering hot, sweeping towards him like the breath of a dragon. Shadow ducked, planting the rod into the snow, hunkering down as if behind a shield. The ends of his locs frazzled. The point of his cap charred in the searing wind. The ground around him thawed to mud. A letter slipped from his pack, the blush envelope twisting towards the canopy, disintegrating to ash as it flew.

Shadow frowned, dark eyes flashing with anger as he watched it scatter on the torrid wind. From beneath his thick furs, he drew an amulet of blacked cast-iron. "It is one thing, creature, to mess with me," he said, anger darkening his voice further, "and quite another to mess with my client's property." Clutching the amulet before him, Shadow slowly stood, speaking further incantations, his voice even and unyielding as the basalt-dark trees. The gossamer creatures wailed and shrieked, slipping backwards away from the unrelenting tide of Shadow's words, setting frozen again that which was unnaturally thawed.

Fully on his feet, Shadow took a step, firmly planting himself before taking the next, never once letting up the calling in the Gossamer's tongue as he fought on through the supernatural wind. With a shrill cry, one by one the Gossamer fell, dispersed like smoke back into the fae realm they had sprung from. Then all that remained was the first, with its empty eyes and silver mouth agog, the hands beckoning sweetly as if Shadow might change his mind. "She'rath," Shadow murmured to it. "Go, go home." The Gossamer tilted its head. Shadow levelled the copper rod at its chest. "One final chance, creature: she'rath." The Gossamer curled its spindly, sharp fingers back towards itself and, with one final pealing giggle, vanished like a dream.

#writing #original fiction #original character #one-shot #oc shadow #wandering words #if you know what Netto is - no you don't #that said being in DK during the winter was a *heavy* inspo for this piece

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ex0rin · 1 year

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@febuwhump Day22: Can't Scream (NSFW) Hydra Agents/Bucky - 635 words

non-con/rape, inappropriate use of a shock stick, anal sex, double penetration, violence, abuse, hydra trash party

The soldier feels gutted, torn open and ripped apart - his thighs pushed open as wide as the men behind him can manage with the thick, brutal shove of cocks shoved and sliding inside him; he hiccups through the sob in his throat, feels it tighten and break into a scream as someone else in the room jabs something cold and blunt in against his abdomen before lighting it up.

Electricity arcs through him, forcing every single one of his muscles to clench and the men inside of his hole, fucking him open, groan roughly - one of them curses, shoving forward to wrap a hand over his mouth to keep the sound from getting out.

READ THE REST BELOW THE CUT OR ON AO3 HERE: Can't Scream

He tries to scream again, more pain, more sparks coiling through his stomach - there’s a second stick shoved in under his left arm, perfectly placed to burn through his skin and scars and short out the metal slats in his arm when they recalibrate through an involuntary flex.

The hand over his mouth helps to muffle the sounds he’s making but not anything close to enough - they’re ripped out of his throat, loud and desperate and pained.

“Fuckin’ shut it up,” someone says, some distant voice in the corner - the soldier thinks he might recognize it vaguely but he doesn’t have a chance to figure it out before there are fingers between his teeth and shoving into his throat far enough that he’d gag from it if they hadn’t already beaten that reflex out of him.

One of the shock sticks hits him again, flicking on all bright and sudden and he doesn’t realize he’s bitten down until there’s screaming that’s not his own and a burst of copper flooding down over his tongue - there’s motion behind him, one cock still thrusting into him, indifferent to the other man’s pain as the second pulls out; it moves faster and more brutal without the other solid weight in it’s way.

He’s got half a second to spit the blood out before there’s a hand fisted into his hair - it wrenches his head back hard enough that he feels the stretched pull of the motion all along his throat, “It fucking bit me,” the one in front of him says and the soldier hears a laugh from the other man, the one who must be watching him being fucked open and broken apart.

“What’d you expect, you put your idiot fingers in it’s mouth.”

The hand tightens and another arc of electricity winds through his body - he screams again, louder than before, wrecked and hurting with his ears buzzing from all the static pumped into him; there’s black tinting his vision and he’s shaking from the effort of not collapsing.

He knows what they’d do to him if he hit the floor.

“Jesus fucking christ, I said shut it up,” the man in the corner says, repeating himself - the voice is fuzzy now, strangely distant like it’s talking from under water, “you let it scream again and you’re dealing with Rumlow when he comes running to find you breaking his favourite toy.”

The man in front of him, the one with a hand fisted into his hair curses before the blunt nudge of a shock baton is wedged into his opened and still screaming mouth - he jerks away at the feeling, hitting his teeth off the solid weight of the stick pushing his tongue down along the bottom of his mouth.

The soldier hears the soft tap of a finger over the on switch, “Scream again and I’ll fucking turn it on,” the man says and he tenses all the way down to his toes.

He swallows around the spit and sudden fear in his throat that reminds him that his handler, that Rumlow isn’t here and keeps the next scream lodged in his lungs.

#cara writes #febuwhump2023 #febuwhump day22 #bucky tag #winter soldier tag #hydra trash party #rape tw #abuse tw #violence tw #short and (not at all) sweet babeeee

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wolfriver777 · 8 months

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Soooooo, I binged tgcf book 4 today so here are a few words along with some crappy photos of the words sgshhssh

gonna put it under a read more since it got long, exoect typos and autocorrect being evil

Okay first off screaming and crying about all the stuff that happened with shi qingxuan and what I suppose is the infamous black water arc I've heard a lot about. Now as a vulnerable young chap on the internet my ass has been almost getting spoiled for tgcf everywhere so I had a inkling someone was gonna die, probably shi qingxuan or shi wudu but omfg like actually reading it? The shock, the horror? I was breathless, I was stunned! Avert your eyes if you haven't read already cause omg!!!

Just omg!!! The way that he xuan has been the earth master for years and shi qingxuan would've formed this connection and just omg the trust, the betrayal, the death?!?! Screaming and throwing up!!!

I feel we also gotta back track a lol, shout out to hua cheng for telling pei ming to kill himself, what an absolute legend, but also pei ming building 4 coffins but for all of that effort to be wasted??? Lmaooooo!!! Omfg speaking of coffins lmaooo shsjsjsjsj the whole fucking squished together in a coffin and xie lian getting a hard on like come oooooon brooooooo please, mxtx why bitches getting dicks hard in coffins I'm crying!!

Okay also since we circled back around a bit, ofc we gotta talk about the fucking hualian smooching for spiritual power like taking it back and shjt omg and qi rong's reaction, speaking of that little bitch I know I didn't really make any posts about book 2, but omg hate that lil bitch but he's also a lil funny now,

But damn you know that hulian smooching is apart of his villain arc.

Okay we also gotta talk about the whole scene that was on the front cover and how they fucking smooched all night long but when hua vheng asks about it when his mind clears, xie lian just says they fought. LIKE BRO PLEASS! yall smooched all night long I'm crying I've here ToT! Ugh and the whole ish set up for a new ghost king (ref to qi rong villain arc being amped by hulian make out sessions, but also kinda doubt he can actually be a ghost king) that's gonna be fucking fun!

OKAY BUT THE STUFF WITH LING WEN OMG, it mightve been cause I was just reading that but omg ughhh hddhshhssb I can't believe, and the fact she was doing busy work in the communication array while xie lian was busy doing hot girl shit, speaking of hot girl shit, this fucking line

Like I know he says it to distract the cultivators but omg I still went feral and insane, so good. Ughhhhh gonna try slow myself down (unlikely) will probably start book 5 tomorrow before work. God knows my coworkers will notice my insanity.

#ri reads tgcf #book 4 #i know i missed a lot like the strip tease show and all the in between bits with he xuan shi qingxuan and shi wudu but god hddhshshhs #i think i covered most of the climax and bits that amused me #might be about to accidentally over take my friend who introduced me to mxtxs novel's since were both reading tgcf #granted outside of work which is only a couple days a week i havd nothing going on in my life #(this is your sign to talk to me good ppl i will respond)#(side note if anyone wants to send posts of art of feng xin i would love you forever; im talking like non spoilery cool pose/portrait art)#i love him sm #i love when like xis lian pops up the heavens he stumbles on the scene where yk mu qing snd geng xin have just finished a fight and yk #property damage but doesnt sed either but later when hes at a meeting he notes how feng xin has a black eye #and how mu qing is also roughed up #just ughhhh love that #okay ill stop fr

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thatonebirdwrites · 9 months

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Excerpt from Book 3.5: The Mirror

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Note: This is a continuation of my AU that follows most of the canon's plot points but due to Korra and Asami already in a relationship by Book 3, events go down differently. This chapter references my version of Book 2 and the Long Hard Road chapter of my Book 3. As a recap, in my Book 2, Korra and Mako break up, and due to her uncle's machinations. Korra finds herself caught up in a spiral of not knowing who to trust outside of Asami, while Asami discovers essential information about the true reasons for the "lack of spirituality in the South." She and Korra investigate this and the rise in dark spirits, only to end up in a race against time to stop a World War that impacts all the nations.

Chapter 1: In Which The Journey Begins With A Single Step or Three

Asami leaned against the railing of the ship, queasy, and cold. The sea breeze blew her black hair to the side, and salt droplets from the engines sprayed on her parka. The sky burned a deep azure, the ocean sparkled like gems in the sunlight, and a pod of dolphins pranced in the ship’s wake. A quiet reprieve from a very exhausting trip so far.

A hummingbird spirit dived among the waves along with a trio of fish spirits. One of the squeals of the dolphins crashed through Asami’s ears, and a memory surged like a tsunami.

The bowl scraped against the rock with a squeal that pierced her ears.

Asami's hand trembled, but she deliberated a split second too long on how to compensate the tremor. Her electroshock discharged in a tight arc.

Zaheer had anticipated and dodged. “Your death is regrettable, and it saddens me to do this. You should have stood down, Mirror.” He flung the poison from the bowl, and it splashed against her ruined foot.

Pain seared into her right leg, far worse than the burning. She writhed in agony. Time slowed and crackled like flames in her mind.

Terror crushed her, her heartbeat rising, and her breaths in short gasps. The flashback grew in a mushroom cloud, drowning her in the smoke debris of trauma.

A spray of salt water hit her face and a rush of air blew her hair into her mouth. The shock of cold water shattered the memory of the cave and jolted her back into the present. Sputtering, Asami held up her hands to ward off another blast of water, this time from a dolphin that was being harried by that mischievous hummingbird spirit.

“Sani!” The hummingbird spirit darted around Asami’s head as if laughing, only to dive back into the water to lead the dolphin back toward their pod. Shimmering a light turquoise, the spirit flew and spun in the air like they were trying to cheer her up. It was absolutely endearing.

“Thanks,” she said. “I needed that.” Asami pulled out her handkerchief and wiped the salt water off her face.

The spirit, for whatever reason, had attached themself to Asami. She didn’t mind since Sani was also Jinora’s spirit friend, plus having Sani stay in person was a lot better than showing up in her dreams with cryptic messages. That had been the bane of her existence since the World War. Except, the more Asami thought about it, the more she realized she hadn’t had any weird dreams since she was poisoned and her chi energy depleted.

The memory of the poison lingered just on the edge of her awareness. No, she was not thinking about that again. Instead, she focused on what she could sense around herself.

The cold salt water droplets, splash of waves, songs of sea mammals, the song of dancing spirits, the warmth of the parka around her body, the belt that hummed against the base of her spine, and the brace that hooked into her prosthetic. All her current reality. Zaheer was in prison, far from them.

Beneath her feet, the rumbles of the engine vibrated through her legs, the sensation tingling through her in a comforting way. She forced her thoughts toward her present situation in hopes of avoiding another flashback.

Korra, her parents, Kya, and herself sailed on an old courier ship retrofitted with a modest steam engine, one chimney stack, and a robust icebreaker. Swirls of blue, white, and gold decorated the hull and exterior walls of the two deck ship. Korra’s parents had chosen it mostly because the ship would be taking the trip to Wolf Cove regardless, and because Senna personally knew the Captain. A friend of her cousin or second cousin, Asami couldn’t quite remember.

It also had a small crew, all of whom were incredibly loyal to Senna and her cousin. Meaning, word where they’d traveled by boat was unlikely to be leaked.

Despite that, they were all technically traveling in disguise, even Asami. Designing the outfits had been great fun, one of the few relaxing moments since Zaheer that Asami had.

“I think Senna’s right,” Asami said, tapping her bottom lip, while she sat in the wheelchair in front of her closet. “You and I swapping color schemes would aid our disguise. I with blue and white, you with red and black.”

“You’d look good in blue I think,” Korra said, her voice soft. It was the first time she’d spoken that day. She’d been silent since Jinora’s Master Ceremony three days ago, mostly using gestures to communicate what she wanted.

Asami turned to her and smiled, relieved to hear Korra’s voice again. “You’re biased,” she teased.

That got a faint smile from her girlfriend. She was propped against the wall on Asami’s bed, her legs sprawled in front of her. Her muscles had atrophied somewhat in the weeks since Zaheer, but they still were far more pronounced than Asami’s ever was. Her ocean blue eyes regarded Asami with a mixture of sadness and affection, and Asami found herself spellbound by Korra’s beauty.

The rich brown tone of her skin against the blue of her eyes, her muscular body, the curve of her full breasts beneath her tunic, the shape of her nose, and contours of her mouth — all a beautiful whole. It made Asami ache all over, that urge to hold Korra close, to kiss her, and bring her all the love and pleasure that Asami could muster.

Korra’s mother interrupted the moment by slipping through the ajar door with an arm full of clothing. “I’ve mended some of my clothes and one of Korra’s tunics, Asami. Would you like to try it on?”

Asami blushed at being caught staring, even though Korra was her girlfriend, and staring was quite allowed, as said by Korra herself before Zaheer. Was that still true? Asami was almost afraid to ask.

As the ship chugged along, Asami brushed tears from her eyes at the memory. Senna and Korra had to elongate the parka’s sleeves to fit Asami’s taller and more lithe stature. The trousers and tunic had apparently been easier to do, which Korra — in such a rare moment of pride — admitted she’d done the bottom right hem.

Asami lifted up her right leg to look down at that hem, the careful stitches hidden in the lush blue fabric. It fit snugly over her foot prosthetic and the powered leg brace. Sensation still hadn’t quite returned for the majority of her leg, but she could move it much easier with the aid of that brace. The fact Senna and Korra had widened the trousers to fit over it warmed Asami’s heart.

Such a thoughtful action.

For Korra, Asami had chosen black suit pants, a red blouse, and black wrap-around suit jacket, all of which had looked fantastically gorgeous on Korra. For her girlfriend’s golden-brown locks, Asami had coiled into one of Asami’s hats. Choosing one that worked well hadn’t been nearly as fun as having Korra try on some that clashed horrendously.

Until that moment with the hats, Asami couldn’t recall either of them laughing since Zaheer.

Korra donned that bizarre pinwheel hat Asami had found at a festival in the Fire Nation’s Capital City. Asami bit her lip to try to hold back her laughter as she held up the hand mirror. Korra tilted her head back and forth to get the pinwheel spinning.

To Asami’s surprise, Korra burst out laughing. “Way more silly than I thought!” Korra took off the hat and spun the pinweel on the top of the hat. “Why even make this?”

“The world may never know.” Asami dropped the hand mirror onto the end table. She dug through her hat box and pulled out a black, suede hat with a wide brim and a dent in its top. She tugged it onto Korra’s head, and adjusted it carefully for optimal tilt. “Ah, that one fits perfectly.”

Korra picked up the hand mirror and held it up. “Yeah.” Her voice softened. She looked at Asami, tears in her eyes. “Yeah, it does.”

Now Korra and her were on their way South to seek out Katara for healing. Asami felt anxious about the trip, especially meeting with Katara. What good would it do her? Kya had tried many a time since their rescue, but the depleted chi meant Kya’s healing hadn’t made a dent in Asami’s pain and physical trauma. Her leg hadn’t improved since Zaofu’s hospital, which was that partly due to the depleted chi too?

No, Asami couldn’t think of that now. She might panic. Instead, she leaned out over the railing to watch her spirit friend dance among the pod of dolphins. Squeals and chirps came from the mischievous mammals as they leaped and dove through the bubbling wake of the steam engine.

The chirps of the dolphins melded into the soft rumble of the ship’s engines, which in turn harmonized with the crash of waves against the hull. That morphed into the drips of water in a cave, the clash of earth and water and fire bending, the agony in her right leg, and the intense pain that thrashed through her at the poison.

She breathed in sharply. Her hands gripped the railing until her knuckles turned white.

Asami counted to five and breathed out slowly. She was at sea, far from any cave, safe from harm, and among safe people. No one outside of their immediate circle knew where she or Korra was. She took another steadying breath, and slowly the memory of that painful day faded back into the squeals of dolphins playing in a ship’s wake.

“Asami?”

Of course someone would find her. She turned to see Tonraq, Korra’s father, walk to the railing. He stood a head taller than her, even though she was quite tall for her lithe build, and he had a barrel of a chest, his corded muscles a sign of power. Yet, his gentle demeanor softened his chiseled features, his smile and jokes a welcome relief from the endless monotony of the ship.

However, it would never not baffle her that despite the cold of the Southern Ocean, Tonraq never wore a parka, only his long sleeved tunic, trousers, and snow boots. Maybe he’ll wear more sensible clothing once they reached Wolf Cove? Though Asami had to admit, she could see where Korra got her imperviousness to cold.

“What’s up?” She attempted a smile, but her spirit wasn’t in it. Being alone had been her goal, not talking, but she had no desire to be rude to her girlfriend’s parents. They’d been kind hosts.

Tonraq gestured to the view. “It’s a gorgeous day, is it not?”

Asami turned back to the ship’s wake. “Yes. Peaceful almost.”

“Almost?”

The question required an answer, but Asami hesitated, uncertain how to word her complex feelings. She rubbed her finger against the cold metal of the railing.

“If you’re up to sharing, I’ll listen.”

Of course he would. Both him and Senna had gone out of their way to remind Asami of that fact. Opening up however, was never easy for her, but she decided she’d try her best with Korra’s family. They were taking her in for months at a time, so it seemed only fair.

Asami chose her words carefully. “I’m doing my best to choose hope, but today has been difficult. I see the wake, the dolphin pod, the way the colors of the sea meld into the sky, and instead of dwelling in this present moment. I’m back in the cave being poisoned. It’s tiresome.”

“You’ve gone through great trauma. That’s a common reaction.” Tonraq leaned against the railing, facing her. “Choosing hope is a good practice. I’m glad to hear you’re doing so. Maybe you’ll rub off on Korra?” He smiled, but it was a sad one.

“Maybe.” Asami leaned forward and let her hair fall around her face. “She’s in a dark place right now.”

“She is. I’m glad you’re with us, Asami. You’ve been a solid support for her. A beacon of hope, but I worry for your own health. Don’t take on all of Korra’s pain. You have needs as well.”

Asami shrugged. “I suppose.” She knew Tonraq was correct, but she thought of her time after the World War, when she’d been trapped in a spiral of her own trauma. Korra had pulled her out of it eventually, though workers at Future Industries had aided in that endeavor. A community effort in a way.

Yet was Korra relying on community? She allowed her mother to help sometimes, Kya had been by often with healing sessions, but it was mostly Asami that aided her in day to day tasks. Finding balance there was difficult.

“You’ve had a rough time in life, haven’t you?” Tonraq asked. “I heard about your mother and father. How you’ve had to almost raise yourself.”

“Yes.” Asami wasn’t sure where Tonraq was going. “It is what it is.”

“Doesn’t have to be, Asami. Senna and I are here for you too. Even Kya is, and I know Katara has taken a liking to you.”

“Thank you.” Asami turned to look at Tonraq. “You’ve all been kind to me, and I appreciate it, truly. I simply am not used to it.” She brushed her hair from her face, but the wind blew it back. “But did you come only to check on me, or is there another reason?”

“Perceptive.” Tonraq turned to the ship’s wake. “Korra told us what she made you promise. Asami, to split your time between the South and Republic City? You’ve barely begun your own healing. You don’t have to take on such a burden. It’s okay to say no.”

Asami sighed. Wasn’t this part of her role as the Mirror? Korra had saved the world again by stopping Zaheer and his larger plan, so now she had to reflect and redirect or whatever. Part of that was the mutual aid network, the promises there, but there was also her company’s contract with Republic City’s rebuild. Oh, and that odd conversation her and Korra had overheard in the forests of Air Temple Island, where they’d learned Raiko had been tracking their movements. She also needed to work on her suit, the one to help her walk and run again.

Just thinking about it all tired her immensely.

“I can’t,” she said, “The last thing I want is for Korra to resent me. And there is at least two projects I can’t truly delegate to others.”

“Perhaps she will. Perhaps she won’t, but the traveling plus those projects of yours? It’ll put you in danger of worsening your condition.” Tonraq looked at her askance. “Yes, you are able to walk with arm crutches and your brace, but I’ve kept an eye on you this trip. Your symptoms of post-poisoning are mild but still present.”

“If you’re worried about my healing, then don’t be,” Asami said, irritated. “I know I have depleted chi, and I know Kya’s and Katara’s healing won’t work on me. But that doesn’t mean I can’t still heal.”

“That’s not what I’m saying, Asami.” Tonraq turned to face her with a slight frown. “If you push yourself too hard, you will collapse. I’ve seen it happen many a time. Even in myself. Korra needs you, yes. Other people may need you, sure. But you also need yourself.”

Asami crossed her arms. “Is this a father lecture? Because that sounds like a father lecture to me.”

Tonraq smiled. “If it helps to think of it like that, then sure. Just think about it, okay? You have at least two months with us down South. Take time to really consider your health and limits.”

Asami leaned against the railing and looked down at her right leg. Her platinum foot and powered brace held up well on the voyage, the gears and gyros impeccably casted, though she’ll see soon enough how it fared in freezing cold weather. “I hope this lecture isn’t due to my foot.”

“No. I gave Korra a similar lecture. Asked her to think through what she’s putting on you too. Have to be equal in my lecture giving, right?” He winked. “Promise me, you’re think it over?”

“All right. I promise. And thank you. I like your lectures better than my own father. Less cryptic.” Asami managed a smile, though she felt the strong urge to cry. Thinking of her father would never not bring a mixture of pain and anger, but it was an old pain now. He was in prison, her unlikely to see him anytime soon, and her life moved on in a far more complex direction.

She was Korra’s girlfriend and the Mirror of the Avatar, forged in the Beyond through the trials of time and baffling Lion Turtle riddles. Not even Zaheer with his conflicting philosophy of anti-government individualism and violent poisoning could destroy her or Korra or their relationship. She’d made certain of that.

When put that way, Asami Sato felt almost confident. Then she looked down at her prosthetic, lost to fourth-degree burns and rot. She considered her pain in her joints and right leg, the endless fatigue, and her confidence melted away into the wind.

***

Asami located Korra in the galley. Korra sipped tea, the mug cradled in her hands, while she sat in her wheelchair against the far wall, by a circular window. Her golden-brown hair was tied up in wolf-tails, and the black and red suit fit her form perfectly. Asami navigated through the maze of tables and chairs with her arm crutches, but she stopped a meter away to admire the beauty of Korra’s contours. Even with atrophied muscles, their bulge in the wrap-around jacket's sleeves made Asami want to wrap her hands around them. The sunlight through the window highlighted the golden-brown tones of Korra's skin, and her perfect little nose and lips were slightly pinched, in thought.

“You look beautiful today,” Asami said, quietly. She tugged a chair over with her right crutch and gratefully sank into the lush cushion. A chain kept the chair secured to that region of the floor, the metal back sadly without a second cushion. Not the most consistent design.

Korra huffed. She didn’t turn from the viewport but sipped her tea, her brow furrowed, and her shoulders scrunched together. “You’re required to say that as my girlfriend.”

“No. I say it because you are.” Asami leaned her crutches against the wall and reached over to lay her hand gently against Korra’s arm. “Always beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Spectacular…”

“What are you a thesaurus?” Korra interrupted with a snort. She finally looked at Asami. Dark circles were under her eyes from her struggle with depression, where most days she’d spent sleeping and rarely eating. Asami considered it progress that Korra actually replied to her. Most of the journey, she’d spent quiet.

“Only for you.”

“Nerd.”

“Dork.”

Korra snorted again, but a faint smile twitched her lips.

Asami couldn’t resist the cuteness of that lip twitch. She brushed her hand against Korra’s face, running her thumb along the edge of her lips. Korra leaned into the touch, her eyes half closed. Tenderly, she kissed Korra’s forehead.

“How are you today?” Asami had avoided asking the question the past four days after Korra had blown up at her. Asami had spent the rest of that day with Naga on the deck. Although Korra had apologized that evening, Asami had been skittish since then.

But seeing Sani dance in the waves and her talk with Tonraq had given her some courage.

Korra breathed out a sigh. “I don’t know.” She swirled the dredges of tea in her cup with her hand. “Everything feels so heavy. Suffocating.”

Asami brushed hair from Korra’s face, the lock having fallen out of her wolf tails. “Would it help to sit on the deck? There’s dolphins prancing in the ship’s wake. I watched them for a bit.”

Korra shook her head.

Asami dropped her hand into her lap. Silence stretched uncomfortably, and Asami wondered if maybe that was the wrong approach. She’d offered a solution without checking if that was even what Korra wanted. Maybe she just wanted to vent?

So she tried again. “That makes sense. I feel that heaviness too sometimes.”

Korra grunted with a slight nod of her head.

Maybe that’s what Korra needed more, Asami thought. Not a bouquet of solutions, but an acceptance that this was where Korra was currently. It was a radically different way to think and approach situations, and Asami definitely was not used to it. But she would try, for Korra’s sake.

For several minutes, they sat in silence. Asami realized with the sun low on the horizon, it was likely way past time for Korra's session. “Are you ready for Kya?”

Korra nodded.

“I’ll get her, okay?” Asami couldn’t push the chair with her crutches, though maybe there was a solution to that. Crutch holders she could install maybe? For now, she didn’t want to leave them here and strand herself.

“Wait.” Korra grabbed her arm and gently tugged.

Asami settled back into her chair and waited.

Korra laid her hand against Asami’s cheek. “I… I really do love you,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m not good at that right now.”

Asami laid her hand over Korra’s. “You do what you can, and I appreciate that. We’ll get through this together.”

Korra nodded and leaned her forehead against Asami’s.

She curled her arm around Korra’s shoulders and rubbed her back. For several minutes, Asami savored this moment of intimacy.

To her surprise, Korra pulled back to trail her fingers down Asami's face. Gently, Korra kissed Asami, and she returned the kiss, desperate for the affection. It had been so scarce on this journey. Part of her wanted more, so much more, but she was skittish to ask, especially with how dark Korra's mood could get.

“Okay,” Korra leaned back into her wheelchair. “I… I’m ready now.” She looked down at her hands.

Asami tucked a strand of hair behind Korra’s ear. “I’ll be back then.”

While she made her way slowly through the corridor, she kept her gaze on the floor that tilted ever so slightly in a seesaw motion. Something she simply couldn’t get used to, even after a week at sea.

At last minute, Kya had offered to go with them to continue the regimen for Korra, though Asami wondered if it had partly Senna’s idea. Although Kya would try waterbending healing on Asami here and again, it hadn’t worked. She still wasn’t sure what that meant. At least the sessions provided some semblance of a routine, which was a small comfort.

She rested at an intersection, before pushing off the wall to head to the left.

Her prosthetic worked flawlessly. The power from her battery helped move the joints of the brace, and even powered the prosthetic, to give it a firmer step. It had taken her most of the week to perfect that. Her hip, abdomen, and thigh muscles shifted the gyros in the brace, which in turn altered the current and provided the assistance to the step. She wondered if it was worth replicating for others in similar situations, but to mass produce this type of circuitry? She’d have to find a way to simplify it, especially considering how ad-hoc it’d gotten with her tinkering.

Up ahead, the door to Kya’s cabin was ajar. Asami could hear soft talking, and she paused. It would be rude to eavesdrop, and yet, her curiosity overruled her common sense. She carefully stepped closer to the wall and moved as quietly as she could.

“Senna,” Kya was saying, “I’ve searched Tenzin’s library. There’s no mention of such a condition. I will try the palace’s, but I think we both know the answer to Asami’s chi won’t be found there.”

“To go alone to the Spirit World? Kya, please, take one of us or at least a guard.”

“I’ve survived in the Spirit World before.” Kya laughed. “Truly, I appreciate the concern, but we both know this can’t wait.”

A sigh and then shuffling of what sounded like a chair. “You should tell her, Kya.”

“Tell her what? That we know nothing?”

The voices drifted closer to the door. Asami searched the corridor, but there was nowhere for her to hide. Best to pretend she happened to only just walk up. She pushed off the wall and deliberately brought her crutches down harder against the metal floor.

“Kya?” She said, trying to keep her voice as neutral as possible. “Korra is ready, if this time still works?”

She maneuvered to the open door, where she could see Senna standing behind a chair near the window. Even standing, Senna looked so small, but if memory served her, Korra's mother could easily lift Asami, so strength was hidden in her short stature. Her black hair was pulled back in a loose wolftail, and her blue eyes almost shone in the dim light of the room. She wore fur lined trousers and jacket, the colors a faded light blue similar to the colors of the crew.

Kya was near her bunk, her bag open and books spilled across her covers. Her silver hair hung around her frame, her dress partially covered with a loose jacket and wide belt, both the deep blue of Southern Water Tribe.

“Asami!” Kya turned with a smile. “How are you feeling?” She studied with an expert eye. “Your color is improved today I see.”

Annoyed that they spoke of her without her present? But she couldn’t say that out loud. Best to be diplomatic. “I am tired and my hip aches, but that’s all. Korra is in the galley waiting.”

“Hmm.” Kya frowned. “Pain? Have you taken your medicine yet today?”

“Yes.” Not the full dose, which would have made it very difficult for her to think and enjoy her time alone. “Do you want me to sit in the session again?”

Kya shook her head. “Rest instead.” She fixed Senna with a pointed look. “Thank you for the chat, Senna. I hope that alleviated your concerns.”

Senna bowed her head but didn’t reply.

“In the galley, you said? I’ll go get her.” Kya swept past Asami and headed down the hallway. Asami watched her go with a slight frown. Why would Kya need to go to the Spirit World about Asami’s chi?

“Senna?” Asami said once Kya had turned the corner and was out of earshot. “May I speak with you?”

The older woman sighed. “You overhead, didn’t you?”

“Hard not to,” Asami couldn’t keep the irritation from her voice. “You left the door ajar.”

Senna nodded and stepped out of the room. She motioned for Asami to follow her in the opposite direction Kya had gone. Asami was relieved at her slow pace, made it easier on her sore hip and the stress of using the arm crutches.

“Kya is insistent in not worrying you," Senna said, "but it is your body. You have the right to know the truth of it.”

“My depleted chi?” Asami said, flatly. “The fact it hasn’t regenerated?”

“Yes, but it’s more complicated than that.” Senna paused at Korra and Asami’s quarters and pushed open the door. She gestured to the bed. “Please sit first.”

Asami did as told. Sinking into the mattress did feel good on her sore hip. Elevating her legs would be even better, but Asami did not want to be lying down for this conversation, so she leaned against the wall instead.

Senna shut the door behind her and pulled out the chair from the desk. “Kya detected a shift in your Aura. We don’t know if it was pre- or post-Zaheer. We also don’t know if it impacts the lack of regeneration. Chi generally regenerates after a few days of rest, perhaps a week at most. For you it’s been over a month with no change.”

Yes, that was something Asami already knew. Kya wasn’t the only one who had perused Tenzin’s library before they’d left, but then Asami had no idea what to look for, so she’d been relatively unsuccessful in her endeavor. She had learned a lot about chakras, which had been mildly interesting.

But the aura? That was a topic she could broach.

“Shift in my aura?” Asami looked down at her hands and thought of her ordeal in the Beyond. “It may be prior to Zaheer. I… I suffered a spirit affliction due to Harmonic Convergence. It sundered my life’s timeline. But I’m not spiritual, so by the time I realized something was wrong, it was almost too late. Korra says I nearly died during the healing. While they… did something with my chi, I had to restore my timeline in the Beyond. It was complicated.”

Asami paused and wondered if she should try to provide a summary of her time in the Beyond, but that required a lot more trust. She wasn’t quite there with Korra’s parents.

“After I was healed, Korra and Bolin both said they felt something different. Like I was… more me or rather more whole as Bolin put it.” Asami struggled to recall exactly their words. “My spirit was more balanced I think was how Korra put it.”

Senna tapped her fingers against her leg in a way that reminded Asami strongly of Korra. “I am very glad you survived that, Asami. Spirit afflictions often can be deadly. If you ever wish to speak of it further…”

“That you’ll listen, I know, and I’m grateful for it.” Asami rubbed her thumb against the sheets. “It’s not easy for me to open up.”

Senna leaned forward and grasped Asami’s hand. “I understand. Just know the offer stands.”

Asami struggled against the bout of tears it brought her. Was this what her mother would have been like had she lived? The thought brought back the grief, long ago tucked in a box in her heart, but it had never gone away. And her time in the Beyond during the spirit healing, she’d seen her mother again, heard her voice in those memories of her five year old self.

Her mother had said in a recording that all of them were made up of connections, and wasn’t this another connection being built between her and Korra’s parents?

“I’m not used to this.” Asami brushed at her tears, embarrassed that they’d fallen despite her attempt to hold them back. “I… thought I had come to terms with my loss…she died when I was six, you know, and my father...” There wasn't anything else she wanted to say about him that wouldn't turn her grief into anger, so she left the sentence hanging.

“Grief doesn’t go away, Asami. Our hearts only grow bigger, giving it more space over time.” Senna squeezed her hand. “I know we can’t ever replace what you’ve lost, but I do want you to know you're welcome. It’s not only because you're Korra’s partner. It’s because of you and all you’ve done for us and our people. Do you understand?”

Asami wasn’t sure she did. Not fully, but she nodded mostly because she didn’t know what else to say.

Senna patted Asami’s hand and leaned back in the chair. “I will ask Kya to talk with you. For now, rest, all right?”

Asami nodded again. The conversation had fatigued her, so she gratefully laid down. Senna stood and helped elevate Asami’s feet, then tugged the end table closer with its cluster of water bottles and medicine jars. Asami took a brief sip of water, then settled against the soft blankets and closed her eyes.

***

When Asami woke, she found Korra sleeping against her side, her arms tight around Asami’s chest. Kya sat at the desk and wrote in a journal, a book open in front of her. Her silver hair spilled over her shoulders free from any wolftails, and her light brown skin tone darker in the shadows of the dimly lit room. The light above swung with the movement of the boat, the yellow light sweeping the room. The shadows shifted like they danced. An eerie scene for what Asami suspected would be a hard conversation.

“Hey,” Asami said, quietly. “Did the session go okay?”

Kya looked up and smiled, sadly. “As much as it can be. She’ll be in much better hands with my mother.”

Asami didn’t know what to say to that. “Why are you at our desk?”

“Senna mentioned you overheard us.” Kya tapped her pen against the book in front of her. “I’m sorry, Asami. I didn’t mean for it to seem we kept this from you. I just didn’t have any news.”

“Still, it is my body. Shouldn’t any research include me?”

Kya sighed. “Calling me out, now? But you and Senna are right. Your chi should have replenished, Asami. Something is preventing it. I’ve searched through all the records I could find, but I don’t see any proof that nonbenders can’t regenerate chi. Though nonbenders losing their chi is pretty rare in of itself.” She flipped a page in her book. “I heard you had a spirit affliction from Harmonic Convergence?”

“Yes. Korra and the acupuncturist healed it.”

“Can you go through the events at Harmonic Convergence, your symptoms, when Korra diagnosed it, and a summary of the healing?” Kya readied her pen. “I need specifics in case this is relevant.”

“All right…” That was far more than Asami felt comfortable sharing, but Kya was a healer and was only trying to help. So she reluctantly recounted the timeline of the spirit affliction. Kya only interrupted her three times to push for further details, until Asami got to the second meeting with the Lion Turtle and the ordeal in the Beyond.

“Wait, you were back at the initial meeting?” Kya said, startled.

“That’s what the Lion Turtle claimed. Considering the… events on my life’s pathway, I am inclined to believe it is the truth.” Asami had confirmed one of the strange time-traveling incidents with Jinora. Fixing her timeline had altered things weirdly. But how in the spirits could she explain any of that?

“Please keep going.” Kya made some notations in her journal.

Asami looked down at Korra’s head, where she had tucked it against Asami’s shoulder. How was her girlfriend sleeping through this? Kya must have given her a stronger dose of her medicine or something.

“It’s hard to explain. I had to repair my timeline, while Korra worked with the acupuncturist to redistribute my chi. I… found my timeline unlit, and as I walked it, it lit back up like the other pathways in the Beyond. I had to solve odd puzzles to repair shattered memories. There were also gateways, but when I entered them, I was back in time. Jinora confirmed one of these events was indeed real.”

Kya had stopped writing and instead looked at Asami in surprise. “That… that’s something. And you said you and Korra are spiritually connected now?”

Asami nodded.

“But neither of you can currently feel that.”

Again she nodded.

Kya frowned at her notes. “I sensed the shift in Korra’s aura after Harmonic Convergence, but I didn’t know you well yet. So I can’t really say if you also had a shift. Whether it’s related to your connection I don’t know. I do know Harmonic Convergence supercharged Korra’s spirit.”

She tapped her pen against the journal and looked out the round window at the ocean beyond. “I’ll be honest, things don’t look great for you two. The poisoning has severely harmed Korra’s chi pathways and chakras. It’s possible it’s done the same with yours, but with depleted chi, we have no way to repair that.”

“Any theory on why my body won’t replenish it?” Asami certainly had no idea. This was not her wheelhouse.

Kya shook her head. “I thought perhaps it was the poison, but nothing I’ve read supports that. What you shared does paint a clearer picture. Talking with Mom will help too. She’s great at picking apart my work.” A hint of sarcasm had filtered into her voice. “I swear she does it just to annoy me sometimes.” She glanced at Asami with a smile. “Thanks. If I do think of something, I’ll talk to you this time. Sound like a plan?”

“Yes, thank you.” That was a relief. She disliked people talking about her behind her back.

Standing, Kya gathered up her materials. “Get some rest. We’ll reach Wolf Cove in the next day.”

***

Asami had not seen Wolf Cove since the weeks after the World War. Back then, the city had been devastated, and she’d set up a Future Industries branch to aid in rebuilding. Now she stood in the bow next to Korra, Kya off to one side, and Tonraq and Senna to her right. Asami leaned against the crutches and stared in amazement.

“It looks amazing,” she said, quietly. The streets were wide with room for pedestrians, vehicles, dog sleds, and snowmobiles. The shattered buildings had been rebuilt, the skyline a mixture of old leather and stone alongside the newer sloping roofs styles. The docks had been retrofit with stone and wood that gave it a warmer feel despite the snow that coated the area. Most buildings flowed into each other like glacier melt, while others had been built taller and wider, their height like mini hills in the midst of the sprawling city. The main road from the docks pierced through the city and wove up a steep incline to the icy, stone palace at the base of the mountains farther to the west.

“Your branch has been essential in our rebuild,” Tonraq said. “Kanna’s work is quite popular. Including public’s opinion on the designs was a brilliant tactic, Asami.”

She shrugged. “Seems a bit counterproductive to not ask what folks want. This is your home, and that ought to be reflected.”

Korra reached out and grasped Asami’s hand. Asami squeezed her hand, comforted.

As they moved into the harbor, Asami was startled to find that they weren’t making for the main docks. Instead, the ship moved toward a portion of the harbor with several short quays clustered against a multitude of stone and wood warehouses.

“To avoid being seen, we decided to let the ship go to its usual dock,” Tonraq explained to her unspoken question. “One of the guards from the palace will meet us there with an old satomobile. We’ll come in through the guard entrance.”

“Ah.” So they really were going all out with the whole not letting anyone know Korra and her were here. It made her wonder how they’d manage Asami’s travel to and from the South. Would Tonraq and Senna devise something as complex as this?

“Tonraq,” Kya said, briskly. “I’ll meet all of you at the palace. There’s a few errands I need to complete once we dock.”

“Thank you for all your help, Kya,” Senna said. “And we’ll make sure a room is prepared for you.”

Kya waved away her thanks. “I’ll likely spend more time with Mom. But those nice guest rooms with those comfy beds? I’ll gladly take one of those.” She smiled and winked. “A million times better than my brother’s ridiculous adherence to lying on back-breaking monstrosities.”

Tonraq laughed. “Can say that again. Next time we stay there, we’re bringing our own mattresses.”

Asami stifled a laugh. All of them had a point. Most mattresses at Air Temple Island were rigid fiber and wood, except for her own. She’d had a mattress from her mansion brought over a year ago. If Tenzin had noticed, he hadn’t said anything.

The docking went smoothly, the crew shouting and calling to those at the quay, while a rope was thrown to tie secure them. The Captain stayed behind to speak with Senna and Kya, while half the crew lowered the gangplank and began to offload.

Tonraq led Korra and Asami down the plank between the offloading of crates and mail bags. The quay had the stench of seaweed and fish, much of the stone cracked and old. Narrow alleys twisted between large warehouses, where workers pushed and pulled trolleys filled with supplies. Only a few smaller ships were docked here, most offloading fish or other sea creatures.

Senna met up with them at the third alley, where together they navigated the maze to the edge of the warehouse district. A blue and white satomobile waited among the trucks and dog sleds that lined a street that curled along the shoreline and edges of the dock district.

The walk was further than Asami had ever walked up to that point, so she collapsed into the backseat of the satomobile with a groan of pain. Maybe she should have agreed to take a wheelchair. She tucked the crutches against the door and leaned her head back, exhausted. On the other side of her, Tonraq helped Korra into the seat, then folded up the wheelchair for the trunk.

Asami was drained of energy. Not only because of the long trip but also the stress it’d put on her fragile health. Her symptoms might not be as poor as Korra’s, but she was still far from her best. Talk flowed around her, and she didn't even try to parse what anyone said.

Asami woke to Korra nudging her hard in the side, and she realized she’d fallen asleep sometime during the drive, her head against Korra’s shoulder. She lifted her head and rubbed her eyes.

“Stay here,” Senna ordered her. “We’ll get you a chair.”

It was tempting to protest, but her body felt like lead, and she wanted to curl up on a bed and sleep.

“So we’re here,” Korra said, softly.

“Mhm.” Asami yawned. “What is the plan again?”

“You asking me that?” Korra sounded surprised. “Thought you had it memorized.”

“Pain and exhaustion makes it difficult to recall.” Asami looked out the window at the walls of the garage, which was partly a stable filled with camel-yaks, dogs, and vehicles. The stone walls had an icy glint from the sunlight that poured through the wide windows. “I may have pushed myself too much today.”

“Told you to use the chair!” Korra glared at her.

Asami studied the anger in Korra's expression and the slight jut of her lower lip. She gently traced her thumb along Korra’s lips. Her body might ache with pain, her right leg inflamed, but she also ached for Korra’s touch. They had only kissed a few times on the boat, and the lack of physical intimacy saddened Asami.

“Can I hold you tonight?” Asami asked.

Korra tilted her head. “Don’t you always?”

True, but under Korra’s parents’ roof, that action felt out of place. Like she was violating a norm. “So you are okay with us continuing to share a room? And me holding you when we’re in bed?”

Korra nodded.

Asami leaned forward and kissed Korra’s forehead. “Good.”

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Mini Arc - Siren's Song

(Condensing this so I'm not constantly posting about it.)

If Mario was... Under Da Water

Mario Finds Atlantis

Despite the whole fiasco that was "Under Da Water," the gang is back out at the ocean again, but this time, they're more heavily watching the waters to make sure. And everything is going great until Mario's plate if spaghetti goes overboard and he jumps to get it. Chaos ensues.

It mostly focuses on Mario as he sinks to the bottom of the ocean floor and discovers that he's sunk right in front of the palace of the Lost City of Atlantis. Of course he goes in despite the fact that he should really be swimming back up. And by logic of SMG4 universe, he's breathing underwater.

The most 'danger' he's ever in in this episode is from the old and worn defenses of that palace, so damaged by water they activate erratically and sometimes even turn on each other. But eventually, Mario gets to the throne room.. which has the back wall completely obliterated, and the throne is nowhere in sight. And then a giant shadow covers him before revealing a giant woman that looks like a mermaid, but she has some more monstrous features, like fish frills on her arms, sharp teeth, sharp fish frills where her ears should be,, that stuff. (For her appearance, look up Black Pearl Cookie! That's who I based her design off of.) But what's shocking is that this mermaid looks nearly identical to Lily, except she has brighter green eyes.

The woman introduces herself as Diana, the infamous Storm Siren, and their boat is in her part of the sea, not Joe Boopkins. Their conversation is brief, with Diana agreeing to bring him back to the surface as long as he and his friends never come back. She takes him back to the boat (throwing him on unceremoniously) before creating a wave to send the ship back. But as she does, she sees Lily.. and her interest is piqued.

The Search For Anonymous L

Boopkins, having decided that he's wondered long enough, has decided that he's going to go and look for Anonymous L himself! He ropes Bob, Lily, and JubJub into it. Bob the entire time is trying to disaude him or throw him off, while Lily is trying her damn hardest not to give away how uncomfortable she is with all of this.

Their search leads them to the Estrellas home, which hasn't been sold off since they were part of the elite and corruption and all that. Lily splits off from the group, mostly to head to her mom's office. She's been curious about the origins of her powers, too, because other than her siren powers, she's a regular old human. There, she finds her mother's diary.. cursing her great grandfather for falling in love with a siren. She isn't able to read further because JubJub finds her. She does manage to pocket the diary however, along with some other important books in the bag she brought.

It ends with Boopkins being dejected that they couldn't find anything out, but Lily and Bob assure him that it's probably for the best. Once they return home, we see Lily in her room, reading through the books, where she makes a startling discovery; her great great grandmother was the Storm Siren.

Diana is her ancestor.

Accepting Who You Are

(Basically 'The Pursuit of Happiness' but Lily doesn't leave, lol.)

Lily is in a bit of a crisis mode now that she's found out Diana is her great great grandmother because A) that means all her theories maybe it just being a weird mutation in her DNA is wrong and B) she knew sirens lived long but holy shit, that's her great great grandmother, that's at least 100+ years.

But what makes this worse for her (in her view) is that she's now even more dangerous to those she cares about. Sirens are known for having powerful voices, able to control your mind and body and influence you. Sure, right now, she can only control one person at a time whilst constantly singing and focusing intently, but who's to say she won't end up becoming dangerous?

She begins avoiding everyone following the revalation of this information, beginning to spiral. She starts equating herself to the malevolent origins of the siren song, believing herself to be inherently malevolent.

Mario and Bob of all people are the ones who manage to break through to her, with both figuring out why she's spiraling so much. Mario decides that a little family reunion will probably clear her head and takes his niece to head back out to the sea.

Once out to sea, Diana so happens to be in the area, and Lily lays out her troubles to her great great grandmother. Diana is pleased to meet her descendant, but seems oddly.. understanding as Lily starts to ramble on and on about her insecurities. And then the Siren gently shushes her.

"I understand, little guppy. I, too, once thought that my morality was tied to the siren's song. That was until Johnathan came into my life. He proved that I did not have to equate my worth to what I had. Yes, as you grow older, so too will the power of your song. But you will have people to care for you and guide you. You will have support to become a benevolent being and not become your worst fears.

"So do not give in to fear, little guppy. You are Lily. Who you become depends on you and the path you will carve out."

Lily calms at the reassurance and its clear that now she's really believing that. But as she's pondering, Mario has to be Mario.

Mario: Wait, you but you had to have-a met-a Johnathan before SMG4 and SMG3 landed here. So.. did he..?

Diana: Yes, he was a freak. But before you ask further, I can shape-shift.

Mario: Thats-a relief.

The duo return to shore after saying their goodbyes to Diana, where everyone else js waiting for them. Lily is a lot more at peace with herself now, having accepted that, yes, her siren abilities will always be a part of her. But she's the one who can chose what to do with them.

When asked when she's feeling, she smiles and replies. But what comes out of her mouth is an actual voice, and not the Pekoe voice clips that's she's been using the whole time.

"I'm feeling great. I actually feel like.. I know who I am now!"

Cue the freaking out that she has a voice plus everyone being happy for her. And now that she's accepted herself, she's ready to move on from her past and continue going on adventures with the rest of the gang.

#fanmade arc #fanmade mini arc #fanmade episodes #oc: lily #smg4 mario #bob bobowski #fishy boopkins #jubjub boopkins #oc: diana the storm siren #siren's song arc #!posts!#diana would be a minor character. kinda like joe boopkins! whenever the gang is in or near her part of the sea they can call for her help #and yes the shape-shifting does mean she can come on land but she doesnt really like human legs lol

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brightbeautifulthings · 2 years

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Black Tide K.C. Jones

"Maybe that's another difference between reality and fantasy: In real life, sometimes there are no heroes. In life, sometimes everybody loses and darkness swallows the world."

Year Read: 2022

Rating: 2/5

About: Beth is a young house-sitter who's trying to get her life together, and Mike is a former film producer contemplating suicide and battling his grief over his wife leaving. The two meet by chance and spend one night together before the world ends. When a meteor shower brings in a host of hostile alien creatures, the two find themselves stuck on the beach and fighting for their lives. I received an invitation to read a free e-ARC through NetGalley from the publishers at Macmillan-Tor/Forge. Trigger warnings: character death (on-page), parent/spouse/animal death, suicide attempts/ideation, drowning, blood/gore, body horror, severe injury, fire, guns, dementia. NSFW content.

Thoughts: For some reason I thought I was going into a water horror novel in the style of Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954) or even Sweetheart (2019). Instead, I got a discount alien sci-fi novel that flounders around in its overly-complicated mythology with a couple of main characters I prayed would get eaten. The first chapter was a shock when I realized the narrator was supposed to be a 20-something woman. I don't know how to explain the difference, but the narration came off utterly male, which I quickly corrected to female-written-by-a-male. She sleeps with a guy who's much older in the first chapters, which frankly comes off like old-man wish fulfilment. ‘Human car wreck’ isn't a personality, and it's never clear exactly how Beth has managed to ruin everything she's ever touched. I hate that I find Mike more sympathetic, but there's a lot more attention to his sad history and emotional recovery than there is to Beth's.

That being said, neither of these characters are in any way likeable, and it's not even clear why they're the main characters because they spend most of the novel doing absolutely nothing. They're not clever, skilled, or particularly good at surviving, which I guess is kind of the point, but they never get any better at it either, and the major character development seems to be mostly in deciding whether they want to live at all. I'm not much of an alien fan at the best of times, and while there are vague attempts to explain that this isn't an invasion so much as an accidental mashup of universes, there are too many weird things running around. I can handle the attacking teeth-monsters (even though it makes no biological sense for them to have eyes at all if they're invisible) and even killer plants, but I draw the line at carnivorous sky jellyfish. It's too many weird things in a book that's already pretty weird. The action of the novel stays in one place--a car on the beach--for way longer than is actually interesting, as the characters just kind of shrug and say 'I guess we're stuck here?' By the time they realize they might actually need to do something to survive, the book is basically over.

#book review #black tide #k.c. jones #horror fiction #science fiction #tor forge #macmillan publishers #netgalley #2/5 #rating: 2/5 #2022

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carbonated-fenwater · 3 years

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We're officially into week two of hiatus so here's all my Shitty RWBY character headcannons:

Ruby Rose

- before Atlas, she had stupid contact names for everyone in her scroll

- really good at makeup but doesn’t have the patience for it

- “I’ve graduated from Combat Skirts. I wear a Combat Kilt now”

- has in fact practiced her “leader face” in the mirror before

- does morning affirmations that go along the line of “You are The Huntress. You are the baddest, silver eyed bitch in Remnant. Zwei is proud of you. The moon does not care if you cry during your lunch break today so you shouldn’t either.”

Weiss Schnee

- actually hates sweet stuff. Like she had access to all really high quality stuff when she was a kid and as she grew up she kind of grew out of it

- only one on the whole team who takes her coffee black and makes fun of the others for it

- purposefully smacks people in the face with her braid but always plays it off as an accident

- Brokest Rich Bitch in Atlas

- "Hey Weiss, can you spot me?" *riffling through her FAT wallet, "Sorry can't, I'm Atlas broke."

- Is actually blind in her left eye and whenever someone sneaks up on her on that side she will reactively glyph them into the ceiling

Blake Belladonna

- nyan-binary

- playing a game of what weird stuff she can do and convince her friends that "it's a Menagerie thing."

- *wearing her boots in bed* it’s fine we do this all the time at home

- “Hey guys watch how far I can jump and still land on my feet!”

- *stubs her toe on a table* “This is a hate crime”

- she picked that up from Sun btw

- absentmindedly fluffs up her hair when she’s nervous or thinking

- no one has EVER seen her go to the bathroom in her Atlas outfit. They don’t know how she survives

Yang Xiao Long

- desperately needs a haircut and she Knows it but she'd too stubborn to give up the "don't touch my hair" schtick

- uses her semblance to dry her hair because it takes 6 hours otherwise

- her and Jaune hanging out together = “We’re just Blonde Bois doing what blonde bois do”

- everyone learned very fast after reuniting not to ask Yang for a hand

- drinks Kool-aid like a monster

Jaune Arc

- terrified of needles

- when practicing with his semblance in training he would rub his hands together and yell, "CLEAR!"

- hates coffee but started drinking it in Atlas in an attempt to seem more professional and grown up

- plays guitar but plays banjo better

- can also play spoons

- hates shoelaces with a Passion which is why his boots use snap ons

- has had Nora and Yang spin him really fast on office spinny chairs to help him get over his motion sickness

- one of those people who shushes inanimate objects when they make noise. The rest of JNOR has also picked up this habit

Nora Valkyrie

- uses her semblance to shock people

- "If I run and leap at Jaune, he will almost certainly catch me in his arms"

- the friend that you love to hate for being a morning person

- sometimes will just,,,, pick up her teammates and be like “that’s enough for today we’re going back to the room and you’re lying down and drinking some water”

- napping queen. Seriously No One can just clock out and catch a fresh 30 zs just anywhere like she can

- one of those people who doesn’t like coffee, hot chocolate, or tea and Only drinks whole milk

Oscar Pine

- notorious impulse buyer

- Hates soda. He drank it once and thought he was dying

- unironically says shit like "farm fresh baby" and "This would’ve never happened back on the farm" in response to things

- John Mulaney's entire "Zoning Out" bit

- “I was in Ironwood's office, he was reading me the results of the mission. It was important, I listened. And then I zoned out!”

- “Sometimes my wizard- I have this wizard- he'll be like, 'Are you watching the Grimm?' And I'm always like, 'I'm holding onto Yang, and I'm not gonna fall off. But no, I'm thinking about chickens."

- Chicken Fried by Zach Brown Band

- the inside of Oscar’s head constantly sounds like a Letterkenny Cold Open

Lie Ren

-is an excellent cook but bakes like Eugene Lee Yang on Without a Recipe

- has an entire vocabulary of just sounds that only Jaune and Nora fully comprehend

- “Hey Ren, you want some tea?” “Hzzm” “Two sugars or one?” “Hrrm” “You got it buddy.”

- L’oreal, because he’s worth it

- tongue piercing I will not elaborate on why

- instituted a “Team ALPN/JNOR Swear Jar” after he heard Oscar say “fuck” once under Jaune’s supervision

Qrow Branwen

- smells like campfire smoke. Everyone thinks it's a really good cologne but he just smells like that

- gonna do the obvious one: distracted by shiny things

- one of his rings is a fidget ring

- Went through a karaoke phase

- listens to Post Malone and cries sometimes

- has done the gallon challenge

Penny Polendina

- likes to mess with people by carrying around nuts, bolts, and screws and just dropping them behind her

- intentionally misinterprets very basic forms of greeting

- remember that one scene from Lilo and Stich with the record player?

- feeds the stray cats and dogs in Mantle

- she and her dad will make fun little toys in their free time and give them out to kids. She almost always has a spare teddybear or something for when she’s down in Mantle in case she needs to comfort a kid

#rwby #rwby8 #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #oscar pine #lie ren #qrow branwen #penny polendina #in my mind all these characters have their own unique version of bastard gremlin/cryptid energy

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theheartconstellation · 3 years

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I finally managed to finish TGCF and i’m in awe. MXTX wrote a beautiful, complex and thrilling love story. The bond between Xie Lian and Hua Cheng is so pure and it warmed my heart. The progression of their relationship is flawless - the conversations, the shyness, the touches, the growing trust (more of Xie Lian’s part) and the playful banter at the end. It was all a delight to read.

I also really like the construction of the characters and the events of the novel. Everyone has a bit good and bad in them. I could understand the character’s decisions even when they were radical and led to suffering.

Book 2 is the perfect example of this, with Xie Lian trying to do his best amidst chaos and failing miserably. Black Water’s arc also shocked me with all the twists and despair, but I could understand everyone’s side. I love when stories are not completely black and white because real life is far from it.

It took me a month to read it all mostly because I can’t read much on weekdays. But, even though is long, I highly recommend reading the novel!

I will read the extras now and start MDZS around wednesday probably. I can’t wait!!

#tgcf #tian guan ci fu #hua cheng #xie lian #hualian #heaven official's blessing #tgcf novel #tgcf donghua #mxtx is such a good author #mxtx novels #english is not my first language so be nice pls

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yamalegacy · 3 years

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prompt eleven with mirko 😳

i've already done 11 with midnight but idc, i love buff bunny too much not to do it! and well, considering how it aligns with the godly possessive!rumi hcs, it's way too tempting anyway! so here goes!

prompt: #11 from this list “I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”

pairing: mirko (usagiyama rumi) x gn!reader

cw: SMUT. afab reader. rumi is a possessive bunny. brat!reader. dom/sub dynamic. hair pulling, spanking, dirty talking, slight degradation & praise kink (yes, both at the same time, don’t underestimate rumi), fingering, strapon, slight anal fingering. oh boy this really is the filthiest thing i’ve written in a loooong time.

word count: about 3,7k words WOPS I GOT CARRIED AWAY

⚠️ MDNI reminder for minors to not interact with this post ⚠️

Your phone buzzes exactly seven minutes after you started a conversation with Keigo— he insists you call him Keigo, because Hawks is too professional and Takami is too formal, his own words. Seven whole minutes (yes, you’ve been keeping an eye on the time during the whole conversation). It’s over six minutes later than you’d expected, really. It buzzes again almost immediately, and you make a point to ignore your phone for a bit as you glance at Rumi, on the other side of the bar, over the rim of your glass.

When she arcs an eyebrow at you, visibly losing her patience, you give all your attention to Keigo again and offer him a smile before pulling your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans to check the messages you’ve no doubt received from the Rabbit Hero.

fluffy butt 🐇🤍

i bet you think you’re real cute letting him put his hands all over you we’ll see how cute you look later when i get you home

It’s almost disappointing how predictable she is with these things. Almost. Rumi is way too hot when she gets jealous for it to actually be disappointing. You want to remind her that she is the one who invited you to that bar and who left you alone to get drinks, that she is the one who got distracted by a conversation with Ryukyu, but you decide to leave her on read and see what happens.

From where you stand, you can see Rumi’s internal struggle not to just abruptly cut Ryukyu in the middle of what she is saying so that she can get right between you and Keigo. It’s quite the amusing sight, from her flattened ears to her thumping foot, her attitude reeks of frustration. You can’t help but wonder what will tick her off so much that she will intervene — Keigo has only touched you shoulder and given your arm a light squeeze and Rumi is already seething, so it seems likely just about anything would set her off.

“I can hear her thump from here,” Keigo comments, a lazy smile adorning his lips. “I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to murder me yet.”

You chuckle at his words.

“I think she’s trying to see whether or not looks can kill.”

He leans closer to you (and you know it’s much too closer to Rumi’s standards because you can smell the minty alcohol on his breath), “I sure hope looks can kill. It’d be a lot less painful than her foot up my— well, wherever she fancies shoving it, I guess.”

You don’t even have time to give him a reaction that you can hear heavy footsteps approaching, so you lean away from Keigo just enough to properly look at your girlfriend as she marches over to you. It’s only now that she is right here that you notice she’s opened her leather jacket, revealing one of her favorite crop tops — black, sinfully tight and exposing just the right amount of cleavage and abs to make your mouth water.

God, her skin always looks so tempting, you want to reach out, to put a hand on her waist, under her jacket, but she grabs you by the wrist before you can even try to move a muscle. Her eyes are fixed on you, and, to your surprise, she doesn’t even acknowledge Keigo.

“We’re leaving,” she says, her tone stern.

“Rumi... it’d be rude to leave so early,” you tell her, smiling at her with all the innocence you can muster (enough to fool anyone who doesn’t know you well), “and you are the one who wanted us to come here in the first pl—”

“We’re leaving. I remembered I have something to do.”

You want to push, to tease, to see how far she’ll go, so even if her tone leaves no room for argument, you open your mouth again.

“But you—”

“Now.”

She tugs are your arm and you follow as she takes a first few steps away from Keigo, only to turn around and face him.

“I hope you choke on your fucking feathers, birdy.”

“Always nice to talk to you, Usagiyama,” he simply smirks and gives her a small wave of his hand, “and I hope something,” he glances at you, “will enjoy getting done.”

Rumi doesn't give you any time to say goodbye to him, or to any of her hero friends, and she drags you out of the bar, heading straight for her car. She doesn't even let you register how forceful she is being that you've already been shoved in the passenger seat.

The ride home is short (too short; Rumi drives way too fast for a Pro Hero who is supposed to set an example for those around her) and awfully quiet. She didn't even look at you, didn't glance your way at least once like she usually does. Rumi's ears are still flattened in annoyance when she opens the door of her house to push you inside.

She kicks off her sneakers and takes off her leather jacket to leave it on the back of chair, then heads to the couch, sitting down nonchalantly, arms crossed under her chest in a way that pushes up her tits. All you can do is stare, unable to form a coherent thought as you settle down next to her.

“You had fun flirting with Big Bird, baby?” she asks, and the question would be innocent enough if you didn't know your girlfriend better.

You move so that you're facing Rumi on the couch, your knee bumping into a strong thigh — and maybe, for a moment, you get briefly distracted by the thought of these rippling muscles on either side of your head.

“Come on, Rumi, you know there was no actual flirting. We were just having fun.”

She leans closer to you, invading your personal space, face so close to yours that all you can see in the harsh coldness in her eyes. You barely have time to blink that one of her hands is at the back of your head, her grip on your hair surprisingly gentle.

“Oh, because you think I don’t know what little game you were playing with him there?” she is nearly snarling at you, and this time, her grip on your hair tightens, deliciously painful, and she tugs. “Why do you think I waited so long to grab you, uh?”

So, she knew? The whole time you spent talking with Keigo, flirting with him and allowing him to flirt to get a reaction from her, she knew? And it still didn't stop her from getting jealous and acting possessive in the middle of a bar, surrounded by numerous other Pro Heroes.

Her grip on your hair tightens once more and she brings you closer to her body.

"I just wanted to see how far you'd take your little game," she explains, words nearly spat through her gritted teeth. "But I couldn't take it anymore. You're mine, understood?" she asks, but the way she pulls at your hair clearly tells you that she expects no reply.

"I thought we agreed that I was my own person?" you smirk, even as she yet again tugs at your hair. "We said we don't own each other even if we're dating, didn't we?"

It is true, it's something you've talked about pretty early in your relationship together, after Rumi admitted that she could get jealous easily, but hated that she got jealous. It led to conversation about acting possessive during sex and marking, and you know that's what Rumi is going on about right now, and not some sort of ownership that she'd have over you because she is your girlfriend. But you can't help it, can't help wanting to push all her buttons and see what kind of punishment it earns you.

"You're playing smartass with me now, uh?"

She tugs at your hair again, forcing your head back slightly, but you hold eye contact, refusing to let her get the submission that she wants from you just now. You've already earned yourself a punishment, might as well make the most of it, right?

"I would never."

You smile innocently and bat your eyelashes at her, even if the pain tickling your scalp is starting to blur your sight.

She lets go of your hair without saying anything, and for just a second, you think she might be too annoyed with your act and drop the issue entirely to move on and do whatever she feels like doing for the rest of the night. But she wraps her strong fingers around your wrist and pulls, her free hand pressing harshly between your shoulder blades to push you down onto her lap, face into the couch cushion and ass up, perched over her thighs.

Well, shit.

The first spank comes unexpectedly fast and hard, you have no time to brace yourself for the impact, and your jeans do little to absorb the shock and the pain spreading through your cheek.

“Shit!” you groan through gritted teeth, trying your best not to get too loud, which is most likely exactly what Rumi wants right now.

“Got something to say, baby?” Rumi asks, and you can hear the smirk in her voice.

“Nope. All good,” you mumble.

A second slap comes, matching the first one in speed and strength, leaving your ass numb from the pain. If there’s one thing you can never expect from your girlfriend, it’s for her to go easy on you.

“All good, you said?”

“Yup,” you whimper pathetically, your voice having none of the bite you wish for. Two spanks, and Rumi already has you trembling over her lap, it’s ridiculous, but you should have seen it coming, really.

She spanks you again, twice, and takes the time to brush the palm of her hand over your sore cheeks, the gesture almost soothing. She repeats the movements again, and again, before stopping to give your ass a squeeze. With each spank, you pant, forcing yourself to swallow the moans that threaten to fall past your lips.

“You’re taking your punishment really well today, baby. Trying to be good for me?” she teases, her hand now comfortably lodged between your thighs, too close to your aching core and yet not nearly close enough.

“Or maybe you’re not hitting as hard as you think you are.”

You aren't sure why you said that, aren't sure what you're doing right now, all you know is that it's dangerous because you're just provoking Rumi — it's always a recipe for disaster in the end.

She doesn't spank you though, but she snakes a hand between her lap and your stomach, pressing her fingers into your skin and pushing up until you put your weight on your knees and lift yourself up enough for her to get access to the button of your pants. Rumi hooks her fingers at the hem of your jeans and tugs, dragging them down your thighs along with your underwear.

She doesn't give you time to adapt to the cool air against your exposed bottom, doesn't let you collect your thoughts or even take a breath, before she is spanking you again. She marks no pause between each strike, just spanks and spanks and spanks. Lost in the rapid fire of her assault on your sensitive ass, you can't stop yourself from moaning — and that's when she pauses.

“Did my baby just moan?”

You stubbornly refuse to respond, clenching your jaw. You know a spank is coming, but you still aren’t ready for the pain.

“It’s okay to admit that you’re just a slut, desperate for me to touch you,” she coos, her calloused fingers gently brushing the raw skin of your ass. “Even if I’m just spanking you, you want me to touch you, don’t you? Because you’re a needy little whore for me, uh?”

Her words cause a shiver to run down your spine, straight to your core, but you press your thighs together and bit your tongue. You’re well aware what she wants you to do, what she wants you to say, but you don’t want to give it to her today. You’ve decided to play, and you won’t back down just because she’s spanking your ass raw. At your stubborn silence, she all but growls in your ear, her annoyance obvious as she slaps your burning cheek once more.

“How long do you think you can resist, baby?” she asks as her fingers trace little patterns on your back, your shirt riding up as her hand slowly moves higher. “How long til you act like the good little slut you are for me?”

You muffle your whine in the cushion, which is starting to feel uncomfortably wet from your tears and drool under your cheek. You hate it, but you can’t give in now. Rumi would be too pleased.

“Just say you’re mine, baby, say you’re my perfect good little slut,” she says, her fingers trailing down your back to settle between your thighs, an inch from where you need her most, “just say it and I promise I’ll fuck your pretty cunt so good you won’t be able to walk.”

She runs a finger along your drenched fold, and you hear her hum in delight. You hate how wet she’s making you; you can’t deny that this is all for her, that it’s the effect she has one you. Met with only silence once again, Rumi harshly pinches your clit between her thumb and index finger.

“Aaah! Rumi—” you gasp, whole body quivering.

“Say it. Say you’re my slut. Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please,” you whimper weakly.

“Uh? What did you say? Didn’t hear you, baby. Stop hiding in the couch and gimme a proper sentence.”

You nearly sob as she tightens her grip on your clit before releasing it.

“I’m your slut! All yours!” you feel your whole face burning at your own word, at the desperation in your voice. “I need you to fuck me! Please... Mirko... please fuck me.”

She chuckles, all too amused to your liking.

“See? Ain’t so hard to be good, is it?”

Before you can register what’s happening, Rumi has hoisted you in her arms and thrown you over her shoulder and is making her way to your bedroom. Your pants still down the middle of your thighs and ass bared, it’s the most embarrassing ever but you can’t even find words to express it; you can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, sticky and embarrassing.

She tosses onto the bed as soon as she is close enough to it.

“Be good and strip for me, baby. Take everything off.”

You hurry to obey, pushing your pants further down and kicking them off your feet before you start working on taking off your shirt. Rumi’s disappeared into the bathroom, so you sit patiently to wait for her, back leaning against the headboard.

When she comes back, Rumi is dressed, and you take the time to admire her beauty. The size of her strong arms obvious through the thin material of her long-sleeved crop top, the delicious expanse of tan skin of her stomach, her tight abs, the curve of her hips— you notice it only now, the thick bulge hidden under her jeans. You look up at her face, surprise written all over your features, and the smile she gives you is playful, she even wiggles her eyebrows at you.

Rumi unbuttons and unzips her pants, freeing the thickness of her strapon from them before climbing on the bed. She sits, legs spread, and beckons you closer with the simple movement of a finger.

“Suck it,” she demands, “get my cock nice and ready to fuck your cunt.”

You crawl over to her and wrap a hand around the hard silicone as soon as it’s within reach, your lips closing around its head. You circle it with your tongue, lick it, and look up at Rumi’s face, the dildo snug in your mouth. She can’t feel it, but she always enjoys when you put on a show for her.

Long gone is your little rebellious act from earlier. All you want is for Rumi to take you here and now, to have her fuck you until you pass out.

As you take more of the silicone cock into your mouth, she puts a hand on your head, and soon enough, you can feel her tight grip in your hair. You’re almost halfway when she tugs and pulls you away from her cock.

“Ass up. Face down. Now.”

You do as she orders, resisting the temptation to look up when you feel the bed dip next to you. You hear her open the drawer of the nightstand, then the sound of the lube bottle being opened. From the loud clang that follows, you know she’s thrown the bottle back in the drawer rather than bother putting it down.

Her fingers are cold when they press against your entrance, slick with thick lube that she spreads over your folds, over your clit, before pushing two fingers inside you. You grip at the sheets, low moan leaving your lips.

“Look at you, being all good for me now,” she comments, her tone teasing. “Taking my fingers so well.” This time, her voice comes from much closer, and you feel her chest pressing against your back. She kisses your neck and shoulders as she starts moving her fingers, slow and deliberate. “You want my cock, baby?”

You whimper at a particularly harsh thrust of her fingers and tighten your grip on the sheet to try and keep yourself anchored, balanced.

“Yes, please! I want your cock in me!”

She pulls out her fingers, and your cunt clenches around the emptiness. You can’t help but moan miserably. She coos above you, amused by your desperation, of course.

She pushes the thick head of the strapon against your hole, but instead of pushing further into you, she guides it up and down your folds, several time, painfully slow, spreading the slickness of your arousal mixed with the lube. You whine and push your hips back, seeking what she is refusing you. A big mistake, and you know it even before both her hands hit your ass, still raw from the spanking she gave you.

“Don’t try that again, baby,” she warns, squeezing the flesh of your in her hands as she presses the dildo against your entrance again. “You gonna be good for me now?”

“I promise I’ll be good! So, please, please fuck me!”

She pushes into you slowly, just the head, then pulls out and repeats the movement, carefully stretching you. She eases more of the strapon inside you with each move, and while you are grateful for how careful she is being, you wish she would just fuck you into the mattress already.

Finally, you feel her hips against your ass, and she pauses for a moment as her hands rest on your waist.

“You ready, baby?”

“I am.”

The pace she sets is fast, the movements of her hips quick, precise and harsh, almost unforgiving. The material of her pants feels rough against the sensitive skin of your ass, and you suspect Rumi of having kept her pants on merely to torture you that way.

Within seconds, Rumi has you panting and moaning.

“So good for me, taking my cock so well.”

She slows her quick pace to focus on deeper, more forceful thrusts. You can’t even form a coherent sentence, or even words, to respond. And when one of her hands leaves your waist, you clench your teeth and brace yourself for an impact that doesn’t come. Instead of spanking you, she is gentle as she places her hand on your ass. She doesn’t leave you time to consider asking her what she is doing that her thumb is pushing against your hole, and she keeps it set firmly in your ass as she quickens the pace again, fucking into your cunt ruthlessly, her hips slapping your ass with each thrust.

“Fuck! Mirko! Please!”

You’re babbling, unsure if the sounds that come out of your mouth are even the ones in your mind, but you can’t bring yourself to care when all you can feel is your girlfriend fucking you like your lives depends on it. And with each thrust bringing you closer to the edge, you moan, you mewl, you pant, you aren’t sure which, the lewd, wet noises of your pussy overwhelming your senses.

“Look at you, baby,” she croons, “being such a good slut for me, making such pretty noises just for me. So pretty and perfect. And all mine.”

“I’m so close! Please! I wanna come!”

She stills her hips, “then do,” she simply says, punctuating the short sentence with a strong thrust before resuming her quick pace.

It only takes a few more thrusts of her cock and her thumb pushing a little further into your ass for your muscles to clench desperately around her strap as waves of pleasure crash through your body, your limbs quivering from the unadulterated bliss clouding your mind.

She is gentle as she pulls out, kisses your back as she eases you down onto the mattress and lies down next to you.

You turn your head to look at her, and she is grinning at you as you lay limply on the bed. She caresses your cheek, soft and loving, and shifts closer to kiss you on the nose.

“You did so good, babe,” she whispers, her smile only broadening, “I’m so proud of you.”

Feeling the exhaustion invade your body, you close your eye and focus on enjoying her gentle touch as she runs her fingers along your back and shoulders.

“Let’s get you in the shower in a few minutes, yeah? I’ll have to take care of your ass. I really got carried, sorry ‘bout that.”

You chuckle sleepily at her apology.

“Don’t be sorry, you know I liked it.”

“I do know. I mean, you fucking dripped on my pants, there’s still a spot on my thigh.”

You groan in embarrassment, and you would cover your face with your hands if your muscles weren’t still twitching from your orgasm.

“Just carry my lifeless body to the bathroom.”

“Gimme a break, I’m tired too. I fucking wrecked my hands spanking you so hard, ya know?”

“You really want to compare the state of your hands to my ass?” you mutter, frowning, eyes barely opening.

It’s her turn to chuckle.

“Yeah, okay, no. Just, lemme take a breathe and I’ll take care of my baby.”

#mirko x reader #mha x reader #mha x you #mha smut #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha smut #🐇 usagiyama rumi ( mirko )#⚠️ mdni ⚠️#🍌 drabbles & oneshots #i need to cleanse my soul and wash off my sins #at least i didn't write mommy!mirko #which is nothing short of a miracle tbh

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yuujism · 3 years

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Sun and Night. (gojo satoru x reader)

Chapter 1: Hate

chapter 2 →

| PAIRINGS: gojo satoru x reader x getou suguru

| WARNINGS: ⚠️ SPOILERS FOR HIDDEN INVENTORY ARC AND VOL. 0 IN THE MANGA ⚠️ explicit language, nsfw (next chapter will have tags), plot, too much writing, kinda modified so it can fit the story but nothing out of canon, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: idk lol i’ll count it later

| A/N: so uhhh, i’m back i guess ??? this came to me after re reading the manga and kinda yearned for some angst between gojo and reader because they both loved suguru so much 😽 and i love suguru a lot too and i miss him dearly anyway !! please check the post before this one to know what will go on with my other series !! right now i’m taking my time to write :( anyway hope you enjoy!! i hope it’s not kinda half asses though sorry ):

summary;

You and Satoru were in love.

You were both so deeply in love, just not with each other.

Where you and Satoru found comfort in each other after the accident happened.

Chapter 1: Hate.

You were in love.

To you, Getou Suguru was the bright moon in your dark sky.

Long and silky black hair, sly yet serious dark eyes and the soothing voice of reason, drowned your thoughts almost every day. He was really in every thought and dream you could have and you didn’t mind.

He always looked at you with a sweet smile adorning his features, raising his hand and waving it at you whenever you walked into the room. The sound of your name slipping through his lips made you realise you did like your name, but only when it came from him. The faint touch of his hand on your shoulder that sent shivers down your spine, face heating up reflexively as he leaned down to your ear to say some silly joke about Yaga.

Even to this day, you could still feel the ghost of his breathing in your neck.

Getou Suguru made you feel welcomed, and you loved him for that. You deeply loved him.

You knew you weren’t the only one who had their heart squeeze with adoration whenever Suguru came into view. He was just better at hiding it, an expert in sweeping his emotions under a rug and masking them with a cocky smile. But not for your observant eyes.

Gojo Satoru was also in love.

To Satoru, Getou Suguru was equal to him. The strongest sorcerers. He was also an annoyance.

Contrary ideals and constant bickering never failed to appear when these two were put together. They seemed so different: white and black; water and oil; the sun and the moon. Yet they always found themselves with each other.

Satoru hated the way Suguru could look through him so easily, calling him out on his bullshit whenever he was getting out of hand. Satoru didn’t mind as long as it was him and only him. The way they could almost read each other’s minds as if they were connected, only needing one look from the other to completely understand what were they thinking. The memory of Suguru still made Satoru’s stomach fill with butterflies, recalling the first time he saw his best friend through the eyes of a person in love.

Getou Suguru made Satoru feel everything he didn’t want to feel, and he became his one and only since the beginning.

You were both in love with Getou Suguru, but never admitted it. Not to him, not to each other, not to anybody. Everyone was oblivious to the way you indirectly fought against Satoru over the black haired sorcerer’s attention.

But then, it all came to an abrupt stop and everything shattered into a million pieces. It came as quickly as an unexpected projectile to both of your stomach’s guts.

“Getou Suguru is now to be executed on sight as a curse user.”

And you tried your best to stop the tears from coming and forget. Forget his sweet smile, his soothing voice, his touch and everything he made you feel. And Satoru did too. Because Getou Suguru was now a criminal. A murderer.

You wished it was all just a bad dream, that the charges against Suguru were just a complex plan from another terrorist group. Hope was something that you didn’t believe in and right now it looked like the sweetest of options. Ignorance is bliss after all.

Until Satoru came one day after an apparent encounter with Suguru thanks to Shoko’s aid. It was all true. You still remember the tremble in Satoru’s voice confirming every single event that was described in the announcement. His parents, the village, the hatred against humans. It was all real and, sadly, everything was clear now.

Getou Suguru was no longer the one you both knew and loved.

You also remember the discussion you had with Satoru after everyone left the room, asking him why he didn’t stop him, why he didn’t do anything to bring Suguru back to the school just like everyone expected him to.

“Would you have been able to do it?!” His yelling made you jolt before you looked at him with regret as his cold blue eyes showed his true and raw emotions for once.

And you knew. You knew that question had a deeper meaning than it appeared. And you also knew Satoru was well aware of your own feelings towards Suguru when his eyes looked through all the barriers you built to hide the pain you were in. To hide your love and broken heart. You could almost see his own dispair deep within himself. It was just too much and you couldn’t help but look down at your own feet through your tears.

Turns out you weren’t the only one with observant eyes.

“No.”

After that day, you and Satoru never exchanged words that weren’t about the students or the missions you were given through those months. You also never talked about the not-so-hidden feelings you both had towards the sorcerer that was once your friend and acquaintance.

It didn’t get better either but, somehow, it wasn’t worse than those days.

The memories of his smile still haunted you and your heart still felt as broken as that damned day. But at least you hadn’t heard of him for a long time. None of you had.

Satoru seemed to had forgotten completely. Or that was what he wanted to show. You knew he was as broken—or even more—than you were. How could he deem himself the strongest when he couldn’t save his one true friend and love after all. However, Satoru was sperfect at everything, even hiding the pain.

And everything did look better for you and Satoru in the path of forgetting Suguru. And, just like last time, destiny just couldn’t leave you alone.

Getou Suguru was back.

The way your body petrified under his gaze when he was finally in front of you after a long time was pathetic. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, mouth slightly parted in an attempt to call him out for the first time in what felt forever. Was it fear? Was it shock? You didn’t know.

What you did know is he was the same Suguru but different. His smile wasn’t sweet anymore and his hair was longer. But the way he said your name still made your heart flutter in adoration and yearning for him.

No. No, this can’t be.

No, no, no. Getou Suguru was a criminal. A curse user. You had to stop him. You had to do something, anything!

Move.

Flashes of Suguru’s touch came into your mind as he walked towards you, calmly and confident as you stood there, a trembling hand trying to make its way to fight. Suguru didn’t stop.

Move.

Satoru’s words during your discussion resonated in your mind over and over again. Are you able to stop him? To risk it all and kill him if needed? Your hand stopped.

Move!

But you couldn’t. Not when he placed his hand on your shoulder, thanking you for not putting up a fight. Not when he walked past you, his familiar scent filling your nostrils for a brief second. And certainly not when he spoke from behind you, telling you how much he’d missed you.

You almost felt like laughing. You were truly pathetic.

Pathetic for not forgetting him. For thinking that, maybe after all this time, you would’ve been able to stop Suguru if the chance presented in front of your eyes. Unlike Satoru who couldn’t do it.

Oh, how wrong you were.

You crumbled down to your knees, hands holding your aching head as tears filled your eyes and memories of Suguru came to your mind. You weren’t strong at all. You could hear the rumbling far from your spot now, announcing the start of a fight.

Time passed, slow or fast, you didn’t know. But the tingling sensation of Suguru’s touch on your shoulder lingered until everything was silent once again.

It wasn’t until Satoru was next to you, that you finally got out of your stance of shock, looking up at him and his bandage-covered face. His demeanour was different once again, even if you couldn’t see his eyes, you could sense something was off, something happened just like that day.

Satoru didn’t even make the effort to face you as you stood up, still slightly shaking for the past event. He couldn’t. He didn’t know how to break the news for you because, once again, he couldn’t save Suguru. And this time, forever. His heart felt heavier than ever, his hands clenched into fists as he tried his best not to show how he was also shaking.

God, how Satoru wished that everything was different.

When you finally came to his senses, Satoru finally faced you, a small smile appearing in his face. His mask, you thought. His mask was crumbling in front of your eyes and he still tried to hide it. How cynical. Your eye twitched with annoyance as you saw right through him.

“Let’s go! The higher ups are wa—“

“He’s dead.” You cut him off and Satoru’s smile dropped, staring at you.

It wasn’t a question nor did you hesitate when those words came out of your mouth. You didn’t need him to confirm your statement as he once again faced away and the sound of the wind filled your ears.

Satoru could almost hear the sound of both of your hearts breaking even more, this time, until dust was the only thing remaining.

You didn’t have any more tears to cry as you grew tired of Satoru’s silence, taking it as the answer you weren’t even expecting before walking in front of him towards your next destination, leaving him behind. You disliked him more than ever right now.

Satoru limited himself to stare at your figure getting further away, jaw clenching with anger. Anger directed at you and himself. How could you look right through him? Did you even care about Suguru’s death as much as he cared? Did you even love him as much as he loved him?

That day, Satoru decided he hated you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen writing #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x geto suguru

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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you asked for horseface reqs? 😼😼 n e ways let’s spice it up w some angst okay reader and jean have had feelings for each other for a reaaallyy long time but they won’t admit it (especially the reader because she’s scared she’ll get hurt if he loses him one day) but the time when she finally admits her feelings it’s when she gets killed trying to protect jean from an attack during the marley arc

“this might be the end for me, but jean, oh god, jean you meant everything to me”

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

cw: angst, language, last kiss, violence and some season four stuff but i haven’t read the manga so this is from the information of wikia, go cry please

word count: 2200+

a/n: someone sent a similar request so i incorporated this one with that one as well, if you guys want to see the request here it is, it is quiet similar, i dislike writing angst but i was sad so i thought it was a good time to write it

summary: in which you and jean have had crushes on each other since the first day you met, instead of admitting your feelings, you both waited till you knew you’d have a secure future, and the invasion of liberio, in your final minutes you confess it all

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Wildflowers bloomed from the soil, the sun peaked through the fog and the birds chirped loudly at the sound of shouting. The first time you met Jean Kirschtein, the sound of Shadis headbutting the brunette, he held his face after his cocky remark of joining the military police. You stood firm lazily gazing at him, there was something to him, you didn’t know what it was, but he had something to him. You thought you two would never become friends, but instantly becoming friends with Armin and Marco you seemed to be surrounded by those who would be in the top ten.

You never wanted to join the military police, they were all scared little freaks who only cared about money and living a secure life. There was no fun it, you had been with Jean, when Marco had been found dead. He collapsed right on top of you and instantly knew that you two were bound together, the feelings of hurt seeing Marco dead in front of you.

It wasn’t something you ever wanted to see, and you never wanted to see one of your comrades die ever again.

He looked at you after the body count of Trost had been announced, “I’m joining you in the survey corps.”

You were shocked to say the least, the man who had been adamant on joining the military police had switched sides out of vengeance from what you could assume. You went up to him, your hand cupping his face, “I know you want to avenge Marco, but make sure you’re doing this for yourself.”

“I know.” He spoke quietly, his face nuzzling into your palm, you stood there feeling fresh tears come out of his eyes. Tears fell out of your own, as you both stayed there crying and holding each other, needing the comfort after your friends death.

The four months went by quickly, with Eren turning into a titan, finding out about Annie, Berthold and Reiner. It was a traitorous act and you wanted to kill them all, it was the only thing that filled your mind once you had found out about it. But there was something more you had now, you spent more and more time partnered with Jean and every day you seemed to fall more and more in love.

You were aware that you had prominent feelings from the boy, the first time these feelings erupting the second day of training when you got partnered up. He had helped you with a technique that you had seen Annie do. Not only were you surprised by his help but also how he engaged in your life when you talked about your past. He wasn’t the cocky bastard he had been the night before and you fell for him instantly, the way even though he seemed selfish he still cared and especially after being a leader in Trost you began to admire him even more.

You both grew closer and closer and evidently; the rest of the survey corps had noticed your feelings. Often teasing you both any possibility they could get, you both acknowledged something was there but never acted upon it. Feelings and emotions, it got in the way of fighting Titans, and the risk of losing one another in a relationship hurt more than it would if you two remained friends. There would be nothing holding the two of you back when going to fight Titans. But even then, you both still pined and worried for one another when you got separated.

It remained both your thought process for the next four years until the raid on Liberio occurred, the day that you regretted not confessing it all. The corps had all arrived in Marley and the raid had begun, both you and Jean had grown into warriors, with no mercy and a mission to get on with. The two of you were on separate sides, you prayed he would be fine, remembering a conversation that had had hours prior.

“Y/n, can we talk?” Jean spoke away from the group, he was so much taller than you now, his brunette hair a lot longer and the rugged look he had made you fall even more in love. Even after six years everything about him made your heart melt.

“Sure.” You were wearing the new black gear, it fitted you perfectly and Jean tried to not admire you.

“I just want to say good luck, I know we’re on opposite sides which never occurs with us but stay safe.”

You laughed at his consistent hesitance to speak, “come on Jean, you know me, I wouldn’t die without you by my side.”

You spoke light hearted but he looked at you tense, “don’t die at all without me.”

“I pinkie promise I won’t die without you.” You put your pinkie out, he rolled his eyes taking the pinkie.

You let go first walking back, “I love you Y/n.” He whispered, it wasn’t audible, and you would’ve never heard it.

You were alongside Mikasa, both of you fighting the Marleyans together, you noticed the Cart Titan, its jaws wide to eat any of you guys up. You were shocked having not seen it in years now, that wasn’t the only shock you got hearing a rumble at the sound of the Beast titan appearing, it looked even taller than the first time you had seen it. It came even more closer and closer towards you both, you saw its arm come closer and closer to you and Mikasa.

You both barely missed his arm swing, before you felt it again, your stomach churned as those around you went full throttle at the Titan, you attached your ODM gear onto its arm that had kept swinging. You thought you had somewhat of chance, but you didn’t expect to see him grab onto the gear with his other hand.

Holding you in mid-air, you could feel the air being squeezed out of you. “P…please.” You tried pleading, kicking and screaming, all you could think about was the promise you made to Jean. “I’m not going to die.” You shouted, feeling your bones being crushed, you grabbed one of the blades, dragging it down his hand, you slid down, out of his grip. You choked needing air, Mikasa grabbing you to help you up.

“Y/n, we need to get to the other side.” You nodded, moving to the other side you tried to stay out of the Beast titans way, seeing as your comrades got shot down.

You finally saw Eren in titan form, knowing you were close to where you were supposed to meet. You saw Jean swing past a smirk on his face, but as he saw you a worried look at how damaged and disbelieved you looked. You knew you’d have to explain later, the way he looked at you melted your insides. Even after the many years he still saw you as the prettiest girl alive and would do anything for you.

You stared at the boy, but what you hadn’t realised whilst being in the air was how the Beat titan had charged towards you. Jean noticed shouting your name, but you heard nothing, feeling the Beast titan, grab onto you, this time you had nothing. You were vulnerable, you saw Jean come up trying to rescue, instead of crushing you, it instead threw you into a building.

Tears filled your eyes whilst in the air, you felt like you had been punched in the gut, before hitting the building, your insides bleeding and the way your side and legs were met with slits from the building that conveniently had sharp spikes in it. You slid down from the roof your body limp as you felt nothing. Just as you were about to reach the bottom, Jean swung past grabbing you before you were out.

“Y/n, Y/n, come on wake up.” You heard Jean speak as he took you into an alleyway. “Y/n, come on.”

The pleading nature of him being heard but you were unconscious and unable to move, everything hurt, and you refused to open your eyes and move. Your body was deteriorating, and you could feel every bit of it. “Y/n, come on, our promise, you said you wouldn’t die without me, don’t die on me.”

You heard it all, you wanted to say you were okay. But you weren’t, you were dying in front of him, he had tried to help stop the bleeding, but being crushed and thrown around, your body was failing on you.

You woke up, everything hurting, still in the alleyway, Jean looked at you, his hand in yours. “Y/n, don’t move, it might hurt.”

You started to cough, he was about to let go of your hand to get some water from his side, but you grabbed his hand softly, “Jean, i...I’m going to die.”

He looked at you shock on his face, “Y/n, you…you’re fine, don’t say that.”

“Jean, the beast…” You stated to cough again, but you kept a hold of his hands preventing him from leaving, if these were your last moments then you knew you’d want it to be with Jean. “…the beast titan, he crushed all my bones, I’ve lost too much blood and this.”

You gestured to your now exposed side seething in blood and your legs that had been attacked by the hooks, the pain engulphed you and you needed something to preoccupy your emotions.

“Y/n, we’ll get to the walls, and they’ll…they’ll save you.”

“Jean.” You spoke softly, he saw how you looked more frailer and weaker every time you spoke. “Promise me, you’ll win and…and you’ll continue on with your life”

“Y/n, we’ll win.” Tears had formed in his eyes at how weak you had gotten. “and we’ll live a life together, you won’t die.”

A single tear went down your face, “Jean, I love you and I regret not telling you.”

He looked down at you, trying to wipe the tears that had formed on his own face before wiping the tears that had erupting from your face, “I love you too.”

“Fuck, it hurts.” You muttered.

“Y/n, how can i…I help?” He didn’t want to admit you were about to die but if you were going to die, then he would make sure he remained by your side.

“Can you kiss me?” You asked, he tried to stop the tears, your hand had gotten colder, and the blood had seeped through the cloth that he had used to stop the consistent blood pouring from your body.

He helped you sit up right, sitting on his body, as you lazily looked up to his face, you spoke softly at the boy. “this might be the end for me, but jean, oh god, jean you meant everything to me”

“You were my world.” He whispered before the pain was becoming even more unbearable and you knew you had minutes at most.

His hands went to cup your face as he kissed you softly, bringing your mouth to his own it was everything you had ever dreamt of and so much more.

Memories filled your head, your first meeting with the boy, the countless times you were partnered up and then the time that would remain with you forever. The day when you had reached the ocean, you were glad you had experienced the sea, having played in the water with the boy. You remembered how you both had gotten soaked and how you continued to mess about, all the years of memories filled you in one single kiss.

Your hand rested on his cheek as you kissed back, your body dying on you ever so quickly, rubble poured from above, he let go softly looking at you, love and hope filled his eyes. He needed you to be okay, ideas in his head of how to help you, but as you spoke again, “I love…”

Nothing. No more words came from you and they never would. He would never hear your laugh, your voice, your scolding. He’d never feel you kick or hit him, never feel your soft touch on his. You slouched onto his neck and a shout erupted from the man’s voice and even more tears flooded his face. Everybody had heard the screaming he held your dead body in his arms, the blood on his gear and body. He didn’t care, you had died in front of him and as he kept a hold of you, he could see the Eldian air craft, grabbing your body in his arms, he held you using his gear to get onto the ship.

You were gone forever, and he never got to ask you on a date, never got to kiss and show his love for you every day. He regretted never telling you, and as he brought you on the ship, he was met with every single person who had stuck by his side. You were in his arms limp and cold, they stared as his knees fell through, your body on the ground, eyes closed and face cold. He mourned the loss of the only person who he truly loved, he hadn’t protected you and now he had nobody.

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Dark Secrets: Secrets Exposed

A/N: Here’s chapter two of vampire!Sonny, and boy oh boy is it a doozy. I have another one planned, but it won’t be for the bingo. Also, the reason this is jumping around so much is because it’s an arc; Karen and I can come back at any time and fill in gaps with short chapters/drabbles.

Anyways, this covers the Monster square in @adarafaelbarba moodboard bingo!

Tags: smut, rough p in v sex, blood (is it blood play if he drinks it?), biting kink, marking/bruising skin, squirting

Words: 3105

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Three months. They were the longest three months of your life. Sonny never contacted you, and you worried about him every day. Was he compromised? Hurt? Dead? You had no way of knowing, and it kept you up at night. He had to be okay, right? You’d feel if he was hurt, you knew it in your heart.

You were also upset with yourself; the last conversation you had with him was…hard. Why didn’t you just wait a day, tell him how much you loved him instead? And now, what if it was too late to tell him?

There was a knock at your door, and you braced yourself for the worst. But when you opened it to find Sonny standing there, a sheepish smile on his face, you felt such relief that you cried out before launching against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you so much! I’m so happy you’re okay,” you exclaimed, pulling him to you in a deep kiss.

He kissed you back just as fiercely, walking you backwards into your place. “I’ve missed you,” he muttered against your lips before kissing you again.

You wrapped a leg around his waist, scratching at his back, and he groaned. You needed him, now more than ever. You wanted him so desperately. But still, he hesitated.

“W—wait a moment, doll,” he said, panting. You gently released him, looking up into his face. His eyes were blown with lust, a mirror to your own. “We need to talk.”

You gave him a sultry smile, leaning against him. “It can wait,” you replied before kissing his neck.

Sonny groaned again, melting under your mouth as you continued to kiss and suck his neck. “N—no; stop, please.” You stopped your assault, leaning back to look at him. “It can’t wait, I’m sorry, doll.”

You moved to sit on your couch, and Sonny stood in front of you, determined to stay slightly away from you. “What is it, Sonny?”

“First of all, what I’m about to tell you is illegal; we’ll have to fill out all the paperwork later. Second, I’m going to talk, and I want you to listen; it’s a lot of information to get through,” he said.

You weren’t sure what to make of his demeanor “Is everything okay? You’re scaring me, babe.”

“It will be, just…just listen.” He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “I lied about the UC; I wasn’t undercover the past three months.”

“What?!” you yelled in confusion; why did he lie? What was he hiding?”

“Please, let me explain; I spent the past three months in a cabin upstate, alone. I…I wanted to sit and really think about our relationship, about what I feel for you. And I—I love you. I love you so much more than I could ever say. You’re the one I want to spend eternity with. I’ve—I’ve never felt like this with anyone before; sure, I’ve had past lovers over the years, but nothing compared to you. I love you, everything about you, your spirit, your intellect, all of it,” he concluded.

You blinked at him. Was he…proposing? After lying about where he was? “Why lie, Sonny? I would’ve understood if you needed some time.”

“Because I—I wanted to make sure I was alone; I’m not done.” He took yet another deep breath, his piercing blue eyes locking to yours. “I wanted to make sure I could tell you this, without the fear of a…scene.” You rose an eyebrow, and he softly said, “I’m not human, doll. I’m a vampire.”

You blinked at him. “A vampire? Like Dracula or—”

“Oh, Dracula is a bunch of crap; a fictional story written by a human. I’m a real vampire; I have fangs, drink blood to survive, live forever unless I’m killed—”

“I don’t see how this is different than Dracula yet,” you replied, stifling a chuckle.

Sonny’s eyes narrowed as he looked at you. “I’m being serious, here! It’s also highly illegal for me to tell you all of this, since you’re a human.”

“Uh huh. A vampire, you say…” you trailed off, thinking. It did make a lot of sense, with how he didn’t eat or drink often, and why he tended to stay out of the sun. But he still went out and about in daylight, and besides, monsters weren’t real.

He rolled his eyes, then opened his mouth. Your eyes widened as his incisors seemed to grow an extra inch, becoming fangs.

“H—how’d you do that?” you whispered in shock.

Slowly, they retracted to normal size again. “I need them to puncture skin to get to the veins,” he explained.

“You really are a vampire, aren’t you?” you asked, voice hushed.

He nodded. “I am; all those manuscripts I’ve ‘found’? I was around when they were written; that’s why I know history so well, doll. It’s also why I haven’t wanted to move in. I didn’t want you to see that I don’t really eat, at least not human food…. It’s also why we haven’t had sex.”

“Because we’d make some sort of abomination if I got pregnant?” you joked.

Sonny’s eyes widened. “What? No, I can’t have biological kids. But I—I can’t get, um…hard, not unless I feed…. Need the blood and all….”

“Oh…oh! So, it’s not me?” Somehow, this was a relief.

He chuckled in disbelief. “No, it’s not you. I told you, I’ve wanted to have sex with you. I just didn’t think I could go ‘let me feed really quick then come back’.”

You laughed, and he looked at you like you’ve gone crazy. “Well, if that’s all, come here.” You patted the couch next to you, and he seemed skeptical, like this was somehow a trick.

Sonny came around the table to sit on the couch next to you, but he still left space between you, as if touching you would hurt you in some way. “You’re taking this surprisingly well,” he muttered.

You shifted to face him, and you reached out for his hand. He didn’t pull away when you took one of his hands between both of yours. “Dominick, I love you, no matter what you are, human or vampire, or whatever. I only love you.”

“But—but I’m a monster—”

“No, you’re not. You’re my sweet, loving boyfriend. I know you, Dom; I know your morals, your heart. We can talk about what all this means for us tomorrow. Right now, I want you,” you replied.

His eyes widened, and you were sure he’d be blushing if he could—could vampires blush? Gently, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. He seemed stunned, frozen in shock, and you pulled away. His eyes searched your face for a moment before he was on you, lips colliding with yours almost painfully.

The kiss quickly deepened, his tongue easily forcing its way into your mouth. He pushed you down on the couch, kissing you for so long, you thought your lungs would surely shrivel up. Then he was picking you up, carrying you as if your weighed nothing, heading for your bedroom.

Sonny gently laid you on the bed before he ripped—literally tore—his shirt off himself. He climbed over your body, his lips coming back to yours. You scratched at his back, grinding against his thigh as his lips dominated yours.

His mouth trailed down your jaw, nipping as he went. “Pl—please tell me you’ve fed recently. I n—need you, Dominick,” you whined.

“I did, but not enough for this—I never thought this would go so well,” he replied, his voice husky. He pressed a kiss to your neck before leaning back to look at you. His normally blue eyes were a deep red, and it somehow made him more attractive. “If you want, I can go down on you, then go feed really quick and come back. It’ll be a few hours though; I have to leave the city to find animals.”

You moaned in frustration before a thought struck you. “Feed from me.”

“What?!” Sonny asked in shock.

You smiled softly at him. “Use me, Dominick. Drink from me.”

His eyes were almost completely black with his arousal, the red reduced to a bright ring on the outside of his pupils, and he swallowed hard. “I—I don’t think that’s safe, doll.”

“I trust you, it’ll be fine. Please, babe; I need you inside me, I want you, please.”

His breathing was coming in sharper as his arousal was taking over his rational mind. “And if I can’t stop? If I hurt you?”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take. Because I love you, and you love me; I don’t believe you’ll hurt me. It’s okay, Dom.” To make your point, you propped yourself on an elbow, sweeping your hair off one side of your neck before laying back down.

Sonny didn’t notice that he leaned closer to you, only realized when his nose made contact with your throat. He sniffed at you, smelling your sweet blood just under your skin, and his mouth watered.

“That’s it, Dominick. Bite me, drink your fill,” you cooed.

“St—stop tempting me,” he groaned, voice full of arousal. He pressed kisses to your throat before he moved to nuzzle the crook of your neck. His tongue darted out, tasting your skin, and you sighed at the feeling.

“It’s fine; I give you permission. I trust you with my life,” you breathed.

Slowly, you reached up to grip his biceps, his arms caging your body. He sucked and kissed your neck, and you felt his lips move as his fangs grew. “Do you even know how hard it’s been to simply kiss your neck, when all I’ve wanted was to taste you?” he growled, his breath hot on your skin.

“Now’s your chance. Do it; drink.”

He grazed his teeth over your skin as he searched for your vein. “I’m so sorry,” he muttered before he sunk his fangs into you. You gasped in pain as he easily broke skin, your grip on his arms bruising a normal human. His fangs retracted, and he sucked at the incisions, drinking your blood. The magic in his saliva had you seeing stars; it was a mix of euphoria, pleasure, and pain all wrapped into one.

Sonny groaned the moment your blood touched his tongue. He had never tasted anything so delicious in his life. He could easily drink until your body was empty of blood…which is why he made sure to pay close attention to you, your heartbeat. But god, he could never get enough of you, your taste. He barely felt the blood entering his system; he was too distracted with the taste and with your heart. When your grip on his arms started to loosen, he used a great amount of restraint to detach from your neck.

He was panting as he leaned back, licking the blood from his lips. It was only then that he noticed how hard his cock was from just that small amount from you. It was true that he had fed recently, that he didn’t need much more, but he didn’t think that little would be enough.

You gave him a soft smile before you sat up, kissing him deeply. You could taste the coppery tang of blood on his tongue, but you didn’t care; you needed him, now. Sonny pushed you back down, then stood just long enough to undress the both of you before he was back on top of you.

“Are you sure—”

“Fuck me, Dominick, please,” you begged. He didn’t need to be told twice before he pushed into you fully. You moaned loudly at the feel of him inside you; his cock was long, curving to brush up against your g-spot perfectly.

“Ready for me, doll?” he asked softly, feeling your walls expand around him.

You gripped his shoulder, light-headed, though from the feel of him or the loss of blood, you weren’t quite sure. “I’ve been ready for you since the moment I met you, my love.”

His expression softened, and he kissed you deeply before he started to move. You could tell he was holding back, afraid to hurt you; he set a slow pace, thrusting deep into you. Your hands traveled down his back to cup his ass, pulling him deeper into you, and he grunted at the feeling.

“You—you feel so amazing. I love you, I love you so much,” he whispered before trailing his lips down to your throat. He sucked marks into you, and you gasped in pleasure; you had told him about your biting kink, something that you now found hilarious.

“S-same; feels so g—good. Fuck, Dom, move faster, please. You’re not going to hurt me,” you moaned.

He kissed your throat once more before he made his way to the two holes on the side of your neck, a drop of blood slowly dripping down your skin. His tongue flicked out, lapping at your blood, and the pace of his hips went up. He dipped his head down to the crook of your neck, kissing your injury, and you moaned again.

“D—Dominick—fuuuuck!—harder, please!” you gasped, trying to match his pace.

With a great force of will, he pulled his mouth from your neck, instead brushing your hair from the other side. He pressed his lips to your skin, kissing and sucking more marks into you.

You dragged one of your hands from behind him, wedging it between your bodies. You quickly found your clit, rubbing yourself as he fucked you into the mattress. Sonny opened his mouth, biting that side of your neck—without his fangs—and it was enough to send you over the edge. You cried out as you came, liquid gushing from you as pleasure washed through your body.

He propped himself up, looking at the mess you made, then smirked. Taking one of your legs, he threw it over his shoulder, sinking even deeper into you. You screamed his name in pleasure as he pounded into you.

“You got another one in ya, doll. Give it to me,” he growled. You brought your hand back to your clit, but he slapped it away, using his own fingers to rub you viciously. You squirmed as he assaulted your overstimulated clit, crying out at the feeling. You grabbed his wrist, but his arm was like stone; you couldn’t pull him away no matter what you did. You screamed as your orgasm crashed through you like a wave. But still, he didn’t stop.

“One more, doll. Be a good girl and cum for me again, I know you can,” Sonny cooed, his hips moving impossibly faster. His fingers were still playing with your clit, and you shuddered at the feeling. His hips hit yours so hard, you were slowly being pushed up the bed until his free hand gripped your hip, bring you down to meet him.

“Dom—Dominick—! Too much—gonna c—cum!” you warned. He doubled his efforts and you gasped as he pulled another orgasm from you. The hand that was rubbing you moved to your hips, and he jackhammered into you, chasing his release. His fingers gripped you hard enough to leave bruises, and you sure you wouldn’t be walking anytime soon.

He leaned down over you, the sound of skin slapping deafening in the room. And then he was groaning your name, his cock twitching as he exploded into you, filling you with his release. He kept thrusting, milking his balls into you, making you whimper. Then he collapsed on top of you, kissing your neck.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart. That was fantastic,” he muttered. It took him a moment, but he seemed to remember in that moment that you were human, and he climbed off you. “Holy shit, I’m sorry, are you okay? Was that too much?”

You chuckled, your body aching. But it was a good sore. “Fine, fine. Just a little tired—”

“Right, I’m sorry. It’s—it’s been a while. Here, let me clean you.” He stood, scooping you into his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. His hands were gentle as he washed you carefully, but you noticed his eyes going back to your neck often. Eventually, he had enough.

“I—I have to bandage that bite; the smell of your blood is intoxicating,” he explained before hurrying to your first aid kit.

While he was gone, you assessed the damage in the mirror. Your neck and throat looked like one huge bruise with how many marks he made. But the two puncture wounds on the side of your neck stood out like a sore thumb. All of this did nothing but turn you on more; you loved being bitten and marked by your partners.

“Was I your first?—human, that is. Uh, human blood?” you asked awkwardly.

Sonny came back quick enough with gauze and tape, and he set about cleaning and disinfecting the wound. “Um, no, you’re not. Definitely first time I’ve had fresh human blood in maybe a century. But you just…you taste like nothing I’ve ever had before. It’s, like I said, intoxicating. I swear I could drain you in an instant if I had a little less control.”

“Good thing you have control, then,” you said, chuckling softly.

He finished bandaging you and looked into your eyes. His were a brighter blue than you’d ever seen before, the red completely gone. “I had control this time, and even then, I should’ve been in full control. I shouldn’t have even bit you, should never have tasted your blood.”

“It’s fine—”

“It’s really not. Now, any time I’m hungry, I’m going to be thinking of you and how good you are. Which just means I’ll have to leave for my feedings earlier than before, to not wait until I’m so hungry,” he explained.

You rose a hand to cup his face, your thumb running over his soft skin. “I love you, Dominick, and I trust you. Now that I know what you are, you can do what you need to survive, without worrying about lying to me.”

He melted against you hand, closing his eyes briefly. “You’re right. Now that you know, I feel so much closer to you than before.”

“And tomorrow, we talk; I want to know everything about you, about your life and your world.”

He smiled softly. “Deal. Plus, we must start working on the paperwork; monsters are not allowed to reveal themselves to the human world. There’s a lot of hoops to jump through—”

“Tomorrow. Right now, I just want you to hold me as we sleep, okay?” you asked, hopeful.

His smile grew and he helped you stand. “I will hold you for as long as you want or need.”

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