#Nobody likes it when you're constantly stepping on toes

[applejarjar]

Wild how ppl can have completely different takes on a situation

[modelbus]

Hello!! I was wondering if you could do a sort of academic rivals to lovers with Wilbur?? Story or headcanons, you choose 🤎

You are my new favorite person. I genuinely LIVE for academic rivals to lovers. One day I’ll probably make a whole story, but for now you get my very specific headcanons <3

Pairing: Wilbur x Gn!reader

Academic Asshole

You two were always neck in neck for every single class. No matter how many teachers tried to stop it, Wilbur always flashed his perfect score at you, and you always returned the favor.

And when you went out of your way to make a remark towards him, he always returned one right back at you. His was often paired with a term of endearment, like "darling" or "love", but said in such a way you knew it for what it was: an attempt to rile you up.

You hated him. From his stupidly pretentious outfit to that guitar he always had, you absolutely hated him. You didn’t even know when it started at this point—nobody did. It was a matter of fact in the school: you and Wilbur were mortal enemies.

Until your English teacher decided to ruin your lives and put you together for a group project.

“I’ve assigned your groups on the board. Get together and exchange numbers, snapchats, social medias, whatever you guys do.” The teacher announces, immediately going on his computer once he’s done.

You scan the board for your name, doing a double take once you see it next to Wilbur’s. There’s no way the teacher put you together by accident. Teachers actively avoided letting either of you anywhere close to each other after the debate incident in history.

“Sir, I think there’s been a mistake.” Wilbur says loudly, alerting the entire class to what’s going on.

“Yeah, there’s no way I can work with him.” You agree.

“Exactly what I was thinking but about you.” He shoots back.

“It wasn’t a mistake. You two have been nonstop bickering since the day you stepped in here. So you either learn to work together or fail. Your choice.”

This was going to be a long project.

The second you swap numbers to talk about the project, he's constantly bugging you. Flashing the bright red 100 wasn't enough for him anymore, he had to text you about it for three hours to rub it in.

His texts are a weird mix between flirting and bragging, which often leave you mildly confused and annoyed.

100% would text you "I got 100 on that test, what about you" and when you respond with "Fuck you" He'd reply with "Anytime you want darling <3" just to piss you off.

Because you're both aiming for the best grade, the project turns out to be absolutely huge which requires a lot of time spent together. At first, the awkward silence and stilted conversations were unbearable, but now you almost looked forward to working on the project.

Once you start to actually talk to him, you realize his personality isn't just trying to show you up in everything. He's actually kind of funny.

And, when a day of working on the project in the library together runs late, you learn another thing. He's not quite the asshole you thought he was.

"See you tomorrow in class. You'll have the page done?" You stand up, gathering your belongings and shrugging on your coat as you do.

"Only if you'll have the citations done." Wilbur responds, shutting down his laptop. "Woah, it got late. Are you walking?"

"Yeah, it's not far."

"In the dark?"

"It's not far." You repeat.

Why does he even care? He should be glad if some monster decides to kill you. His competition would be gone.

"I'll walk you then."

"I don't need-"

"Nonsense. You said it wasn't far anyways."

You frown at him, crossing your arms. What was he playing at? Was he trying to learn your address to secretly sneak in and ruin your notes or something?

"I don't need a fucking babysitter to walk home."

"I'm a companion." Is his counter. "Besides, I'm about to walk out of here the same way as you so it'll be really awkward if I didn't walk you home."

Not bothering to hide it, you scan him head to toe for any hint of an ulterior motive.

"I'm not a total dick." He groans. "If you really don't want me to-"

"Fine." You huff.

Wilbur grins at you, and you realize you've played into his trap. Checkmate.

"Don't look so resigned. I just don't want you getting kidnapped. Then who'll complete the citations?"

For some reason, his words draw a smile out of you.

"What, can't handle extra work?" You tease.

"Citations?" He shudders. "Not when it comes to them."

Now you're laughing, and his eyes are lighting up.

"Oh, citations! How they wound me! They are my kryptonite and I, superman! My Achilles heel!" He plays up.

Maybe, just maybe, you had judged your academic rival a little wrong.

By the time the project is due, Wilbur is absolutely head over perfectly shined shoes for you. You though? You're still in a lot of denial.

Somehow you managed to not add up all the times you two spent time together that wasn't strictly academic. He loved to invite you to random spots in the town, and you never once declined.

It's only after he invites you to celebrate turning in the paper that you realize. After all, he has no reason to want to celebrate with you. But yet, there you two are at dinner.

”I didn��t even know this place existed.” You admit, looking around.

It’s a small place, hidden between bigger restaurants. Somehow that didn’t deter the place though, considering it was quite lively. A little stage sat snug in the corner for performers while holiday lights were strung across the ceiling. Nearly every table was full but Wilbur had somehow managed to get you two in.

“Most people don’t until they come here.”

He looks around like you had, something fond in his eyes. You can’t help but lean forward, wanting to know why.

“The owner is a friend. I’ve played here a few times.” Wilbur explains. “It’s where I first performed.”

“Right there?” You motion to the stage.

“Yeah.”

“How horrible were you?”

He laughs. “I got booed off the stage!”

“But you came back. Got better.”

“How do you know that?”

Wilbur’s teasing, a certain lift to his voice that you’ve come to be familiar with. It doesn’t matter, because you can’t help the flush creeping up on you.

“Thought you’d know by now. I’m pretty smart.” You cover up.

It’s not very smooth, but the waiter serves as your saving grace.

Wilbur makes the first move. Truthfully, he’s always had a little bit of a thing for you and has always had more confidence than you.

And, of course, you’re nerds so there’s some literary references in there.

Wilbur leans down slowly so that you could stop him if you wanted to.

He was walking you back home from the restaurant before you had stopped the both of you to point out a squirrel. You were close enough to be brushing against each other before he had turned and cupped your face, cutting you off.

“We are a tragedy waiting to happen.” You breathe, a mere inch apart.

The distance felt like too little and too much at the same time. No matter how desperately you wanted to close it, you felt like you had to warn him. Two enemies turned lovers? You knew the story of Romeo and Juliet too well for this.

“Good thing I like Shakespeare.”

You smile, and he closes the gap.

Honorable mention of something he’d definitely say after kissing you to flirt: “You’ve bewitched me, body and soul.” (Pride and Prejudice)

When the other students figure out you’re dating, your English teacher takes all the credit.

[gremzoff]

have you ever stopped whining to think that maybe,, just maybe, the hate you receive is true? Without whining and crying about it? That maybe, just maybe you're just not…good enough? Or as good as everyone else? People care about the 'basic' ocs because theyre just? Entertaining? Or maybe the artstyle is good? Have you thought about that? Obviously people will idolize who they think is cool. Also, you're 18? You're an adult now. And youre acting like this? Crying and getting your snot everywhere because you arent getting as much attention as the bigger blogs/creators? Or because your oc isnt that loved? Because the fandom got bigger and so the creators with actually good content are getting more notes? Is this your first fandom experience? I thought you were -12 y/o before seeing the bright "18" (shocked). Every fandom has its flaws, you said it yourself. The bigger the fandom, the bigger the flaws. Hat tipped to you for wanting to keep your peace and no longer interacting with the fandom.

Maybe before going in anon and sending these kinds of threatening/insulting asks calling others immature, you should look in the mirror. Attacking people for their personal decisions and opinions, calling them "12 yo" and immature, this is the real immature act. Why are you doing this, you need to make yourself feel tough? Anyway.

I'm not the only one complaining. If you really cared, you would look around and see I'm far from the only one nor the first complaining about these issues.

This is far from my first fandom experience, I've been in much worse places. I consider that I've grown enough since then to see and point out what's wrong in a community. I see so many new members making posts saying how this fandom feels like a "big family"- but all it takes is actually getting deeper into it to see how rotten the situation is. Idolizing isn't ok. Kissing people's toes isn't ok- and the hypocrisy of some of these people, saying, oh we should support small artists, but then they don't even take time to even look at our stuff- and again, I am not talking only about myself, we are a handful feeling this exact same way, and it's exhausting.

This feeling of anger, sadness, jealousy even maybe, us, small creators can feel towards others is normal. We are human, and we have feelings too, and we shouldn't oppress them. Maybe this is what you fail to realise, the world doesn't revolve around you, others can, too, express feelings. We are allowed to have these feelings and opinions, and real maturity is when you'll accept this fact and scroll past posts that upset you, instead of sending hate.

This has been an exhausting journey. I'm not going to say this fandom has been the worst I've ever joined, like I said, I've been in much darker places. But this is definitely the first time I witnessed such behaviour with my own eyes- sometimes, it almost felt like a cult. And I am not saying this to play around with words and exaggerate my feelings as a shock value, it just takes basic understanding of human behaviour to see what's wrong. This fandom may seem friendly for some, but it isn't the case for everyone, especially if you have experience, and you've been here for a while.

Even if I'm grateful towards this community for some things -like my ocs, my friends, but also the fact I've improved my skills a lot during this journey- , I definitely feel bitter for all the negativity I felt. Between people bashing me for my creations, self doubt and anxiety for not being "good enough", not being able to keep up with posting everyday on my askblogs, or just this uncomfortable feeling of constantly getting thrown under the bus by people who are "more popular". Seriously, nobody would want to meet people who are somewhat known in the community, all that to realise that even in "small" fandoms, people will think they are better than you, and won't hesitate to step on you and almost erase you, but then their fragile ego gets shattered as soon as you dare to speak out about these issues, or worse, express your opinion about not liking their stuff.

I have so many things to say. I hope you get off of your chair and go take a bowl of fresh air outside, because you definitely need it, and probably on the way, look at yourself and reflect on your own behaviour.

[secretgamergirl]

Remember folks, "political correctness" is just bigotry with extra steps.

Stuff that horrible bigots love to gripe about overlaps with stuff that doesn't exist anywhere in the world beyond the imaginations of those bigots almost completely, and I could give countless depressing examples of this, but right now the one I'd like to focus on is the concept of "political correctness."

See, a bigot would have you believe that their very real, not at all made up oppressors, passed this draconian law back around, I dunno, the early '90s sometime, that says there is a Correct term for everything, and that you can only refer to a given thing with that Correct term, or you will be sent to prison. Also the list of Correct terms is constantly being changed and updated and you really have to stay on your toes to make sure you're up to date, and isn't that a huge pain?

Everything about this is, of course, complete horseshit. Nobody is oppressing them, no such law was ever passed, and there is not, I can't stress this enough, even a loose socially enforced list of "the words you're supposed to use for things." I also don't believe there's anyone out there who actually believes any of this exists, but feel free to get into it with your racist uncle or whatever and start pulling on those threads about where the list is, who maintains it, and what law it is that you break if you don't stick to it.

That said, there absolutely IS a habit held by bigots trying to look respectable where every few years they change their whole vocabulary up, generally keeping all the code-switching in lockstep with each other, and huh, if they AREN'T actually being pressured to do that by outside forces, why DO they keep doing that? And the answer is simply that it confuses people who aren't paying enough attention. When you hear people using new, more scientific/specific/cumbersome sounding language to say something, you might think "oh hey, this is someone who's way better educated on this subject than I am, because I've never heard these terms, so I should pay attention." And no, you shouldn't, because it's the same exact baseless crap they were saying before, they're just substituting whatever word it was enough people realized they were explicitly using as a slur.

Usually, to sell the "enlightened" image, the new terms they pull out tend to be initially pulled out of some actual academic/progressive sort of context. Never with any sort of actual acknowledgement of how the term was being used in that specific instance of course, just, "hey, I saw someone say this, it's the new 'politically correct' term for what I'm talking about, that means you can't get mad. See, I touched home base!" And I could give so very many examples here, but since I'd rather not step on anyone's toes, let me just stick to one I'm pretty sure people have moved away from more or less completely, then a couple recent trans things.

So, there was this period where people were constantly talking about "African-Americans." The original idea someone presumably had was that it was weird how we talk about people being "black" when for anyone else we tend to talk about in terms of the country they're from, maybe also the country most of their ancestors are from. Like you'd maybe call someone French, or French-Canadian, and wouldn't ever try to zero-in on some visible trait by which to identify people with roots in France. And like, sure, that's not a bad basis to start off a conversation about self-reflection and so on. And of course I'd like to hope the first time someone busted this out someone immediately chimed in with how Africa isn't a country and that really should have been something more specific.

But the context where the term first came up really doesn't matter. What does matter is some bigot caught it, and went "aha! There's something I can say to make it less obvious I'm a racist!" and just kinda did a quick find/replace on all their propaganda. Suddenly talking about how "65,000% of all violent crime is committed by African-Americans!" or how they took a vacation in, I dunno, Australia and "wow that whole country has just been completely taken over by African-Americans!" or whatever other racist gibberish they want to shout.

And of course this strategy DOES tend to work well enough to consistently get big swaths of the broader population on board and all pleased with themselves for keeping on top of things and being sure to use "more accurate" terms even when that leads to, you know, referring to the original inhabitants of Australia with a hyphenated term composed of the name of two countries they've never lived in nor can they trace their ancestry back to. And that in particular (along with being just too long, and completely failing to address the whole problem that caused the term to come about in the first place) is why these days you only ever see people saying "African-American" if they're particularly old and out of touch, or if they're just kinda openly being a racist scumbag and saying it with a sneer.

Here's another example. Earlier today, I saw someone who I know meant well talking about gender reveal parties and saying we should really call them "sex reveal parties," and I had to sit down and explain how no, that wouldn't help anything, and also it totally plays into TERF propaganda.

See, if you're talking about a person/animal/plant/whatever being, for example, male, you can either say "the sex of this here goat is male" or "the gender of this goat is male." These are synonymous terms, in this context. Use them totally interchangeably. The only time there's a distinction between the two is that we also use "sex" as a term for the act of banging/boning/gettin' down/getting laid/etc. etc. and you simply wouldn't ever say "see that woman in the red dress there? That's Sandra, we had gender last Saturday" and "gender" gets used to explain why like if you're speaking French and you're pointing out a particular chair you end up going "that's her." The whole language just kinda arbitrarily uses masc and femme terms for literally all nouns because neutral ones don't exist, but like you're not gonna cover a kid's eyes when someone stacks a bunch of chairs up, so it'd be weird to say the sex of those chairs is female.

But anyway somewhere over the years bigots got it through their heads that they kinda lost the fight on shouting about the pure sacred inflexible nature of gender and how impossible it is that someone might make inaccurate assumptions about it and so a lot of them just noticed this alternate term and started going "ah OK! It's sex then! Sex is the thing that's all holy and ordained by god and must never be questioned! Gender is this totally fake thing people made up to pretend otherwise!" Again, this is just complete horseshit. Sometimes they'll try and get clever and pretend they aren't just synonymous terms by shouting about genitals but like, no, I can say the sex of this tree outside that blasts me with pollen every spring is male, and I am fairly certain the tree in question does not in fact have a penis, thanks.

Others of course try to stay more current with things. They read someone talking about trans people being "assigned male/female at birth" in like, some academic context where someone was trying to explain how nonbinary people don't have one size fits all medical transtion needs or whatever and went "mwahaha! People know I'm a bigot when I point at women who happen to be trans and shout 'men' but I bet I can say this event I'm holding is for 'AFABs only' and people will think I'm enlightened!" Tumblr is full of them!

Anyway, point is there are not in fact any sort of magical words that make it OK to say bigoted garbage. Also there's no word police. Also I kinda got sidetracked but gender reveal parties suck because basically this one woman ended up getting an article written about the party she threw a few years ago when after a whole bunch of miscarriages she got a pregnancy far enough along to have visible gonads on an ultrasound, and a bunch of terrible people didn't really read past the headline and got this immediate weird competitive "keeping up with the Jonses" bug up their butts and prompted started having this weird competition to outdue this random woman's party through ever-escalating pyrotechnics displays, and those keep starting wildfires and seriously injuring people.

There's kind of a secondary concern too where they're on the ever-growing list of weird things parents do to really try and push their children into whatever boxes they want them in before they can get a word in edgewise, like how people don't let their daughters touch any toy that isn't explicitly a fashion doll, or would rather gouge their sons' eyes out than let them even behold the color pink. And, I dunno, I feel like part of the reason people are so gung-ho about the whole gender reveal thing is that they are in fact, very aware they are taking up arms in culture war there and they're pretty convinced they're somehow sticking it to trans people in doing so. But, eh, it's really more just generally being a weird creepy control freak treating children like property? There's a whole list of reasons you maybe don't want to do that before we get to the slim chance that it turns out your kid is trans, frankly.

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Mine: Azula x female reader part two

You and Azula start your relationship and manage to keep it a secret...but a new development means Azula has to take drastic action or risk losing you

Part one here

Your POV

You winced as Zuko’s strike hit your shoulder again and Zuko laughed that he’d made contact yet again, this was the first time he’d ever managed to strike you more than once in a session and he was enjoying it. “What's the matter y/n? Is the student becoming the master?" he called as you massaged your arm. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and just smiled "don’t get cocky junior i’m just having an off day". Zuko just snorted and carried on attacking you. You wondered what he would do if you told him the real reason he was winning. That his sister had kept you up all night due a late-night visit. You had enjoyed it greatly but were now feeling the impact of it. 

You’d been dating Azula for nearly eleven months now and it had been the most exhilarating time of your life. Azula constantly kept you on your toes and you knew you were utterly infatuated with her. The nice thing was, the feeling appeared to be mutual, Azula would find time no matter how small to have a moment with you each day and you loved seeing her let down her walls and be vulnerable. Apart from a few close calls with Ty lee and Mai (Ty lee never knocked before entering a room) your secret had been kept safe and actually made the whole thing more intimate and private. It made the moments you were alone all the more special and you both made sure to show the other that...hence why you were moving a bit slower today.

The timer rang and you struggled not to sigh in relief as Zuko stopped making you focus. You walked to the water bottles and took a long drink fiddling with your shirt. You were a mess sleep deprived and even your clothes were irritating you, you tugged at your collar agitated and Zuko stepped closer. "What’s that on your neck?" Zuko asked and you blushed immediately grabbing your collar and dragging it up higher. "Nothing". "Oh my god is that a hickey". "No!" you cried and Zuko laughed "it was wasn’t it! That’s why you're getting so embarrassed...and i bet that’s also why you're so slow today, you were busy last night!". "Hey i don’t comment on the state of you when Mai’s paid you a visit do I?". Zuko blushed and you nodded to him defiantly and then glanced at the clock "hours up" and made your way to the changing rooms. "Aw don’t go y/n, i’m sorry i teased you i didn’t mean to upset you" Zuko called. You saw he was seriously worried and smiled "it’s okay i’m not upset but yes i am tired". Zuko laughed "i don’t suppose you'll tell me who he is?" Zuko asked and you sighed inwardly. "Nope" you grinned "you haven’t accessed that level of friendship yet! That comes with a level 8 membership". "Of course" Zuko said rolling his eyes "wait does Mai know? Is she level 8 yet? Azula surely does i bet she’s like level 300". You paused "Azula knows but Mai doesn’t". "Azula knows who is it?" Zuko asked. You nodded your head seeing no harm in telling the truth when Zuko was so clueless. "Wow i so want to know who it is! Do i know him?". You nodded your head slowly "now stop digging, i won’t tell you anymore and you know you have to keep this a secret right? Nobody can know you know not even Azula!". Zuko frowned "but why can’t she know i know?". "Because she told me to keep it quiet to protect myself and if she finds out i told you I'll never hear the end of it! So please Zuko promise me you won't....". "I won’t go bragging to Azula that you told me i promise!". "Thank you" you smiled and Zuko nodded "no problem....i’m near level 8 right? Like level 6 at least" and you laughed “whatever makes you sleep at night”.

That night

Finally the time came when you could sleep. You climbed into bed early, buried yourself in your cushions and fell asleep almost instantly...but your night was not going to be an undisturbed one. You were woken up by a movement and felt someone crawling into your bed. You opened your eyes and saw a familiar topknot in the darkness. You immediately sat up and crossed your arm "no Azula i can’t!". Azula’s face appeared in front of you and she smiled “hello to you too” and kissed you softly. “Azula no” you said sharply and she leaned away smirking at you "are you refusing me?". "I don’t want to but honestly i’ve been exhausted all day and i can’t have another day like this, I need rest! So please can we rain check?". "Relax i’m just here because i sleep better next to you. No funny business i promise" Azula smiled and you relaxed. You sighed happily as Azula wriggled her way into your arms and settled against your chest. "So are you saying i exhausted you?" Azula asked "i wore you out huh?". You went bright red and Azula laughed "it’s your fault you know, you’re too damn irresistible". "Well now i’m too damn tired so close your eyes so you’re not tempted". Azula smiled "fine" and pecked your lips before returning to her comfy position against you "night y/n". "Night Azula" you smiled kissing her forehead and fell back to sleep.

Azula’s POV

Azula woke up earlier than you so slowly and carefully worked her way out of your arms. She admired how adorable you looked asleep before she left your room and started with her daily tasks. She always got in 2 hours of firebending every morning and woke up earlier than her father or Zuko. By the time the rest of the palace was stirring Azula had been awake 4 hours already and almost all her morning tasks were complete. So when Mai stumbled into the dining room yawning Azula rolled her eyes. “You seriously just woke up” Ty lee asked “it’s almost afternoon”. “Hey I only went to bed 6 hours ago” Mai shrugged sitting down to grab some coffee. Ty lee began to argue with Mai about how unhealthy that was and Azula watched mildly amused. Azula watched her friends and soon lost track of time, it was time for her daily intimidation of the nobelmen so she went to stand up when a thought made her pause. You hadn’t shown up to breakfast...you always did, you were one of those responsible people who ate breakfast every day and bragged about it to people like Mai and Azula who could never be bothered to. Azula turned her attention back to Mai and Ty lee and tapped her finger on the table agitatedly waiting for them to finish speaking. Mai noticed and glanced up at her mid-sentence “can we help you?”. “Does either of you know where y/n is?”. Mai blinked confused but Ty lee just nodded “yeah her parents are here, so she’s probably with them. I saw them arrive this morning”. "They are?" Azula asked confused "why are they here?". Mai shrugged "maybe they've found her a suitor?". Azula tensed. Your family had been searching for that for a while so for them to drop in unannounced...Mai had to be right. Azula stood up abruptly knocking the table and Mai and Ty lee jumped. "I have to go" she called and rushed away.

When Azula reached your room she found you sat beside your mother listening to your father with a bored expression on your face. You noticed her first of course and Azula saw you perk up immediatley. "Princess Azula!" your mother cried spotting her next "princess it is lovely to see you again". Both your parents bowed and Azula let them, it never hurt to remind people of her power. "Rise" Azula called "so what brings you here?" she asked but she'd spotted the photo of a man on the table. "We have finally found a suitor worthy of our y/n!" your father smiled. Odd for the fire nation but your family treated you like the prize you were. You’d had multiple offers over the years but your parents had refused them all saying they weren’t good enough. Azula picked up the photo and read the name "well tell me about him" she said sinking into the chair on the other side of you "you don’t mind if i stay do you?" she asked. Your parents both hesitated but neither would dare tell her to leave. "Of course not princess". Azula smiled thinly “so he’s rich of course”. “Yes, his family have multiple estates and a lineage stretching back to the....”. "Firebender?" Azula interrupted and your father nodded "yes he and all his family". "How strong?" Azula asked. When your parents hesitated she sat up "how strong a firebender is he?". "I...i’m not sure but he is supposed to be skilled". "Skilled is not a precide measurement" Azula commented "y/n’s suitor needs to at least come close to her master level if not then they simply cannot be allowed near her, so i ask again what is his level?". "We don’t know but he is coming here tomorrow we could perhaps ask for a demonstration?". Azula smirked "that is an excellent idea...". your father smiled pleased but it dropped when Azula carried on "i will face him in an agni kai to see how strong he is".

Your POV

Azula’s demands had left your parents flustered and they rushed away to warn your proposed suitor of his show the next day leaving the two of you alone. As soon as they went Azula acted as if the whole thing didn’t happen and you smirked at her. “Why are you smiling at me?” she asked and your smirk broke into a grin. “You’re seriously going to challenge Saoko to a fight over me?” you asked and Azula rolled her eyes but was blushing "it’s not a fight over you more because of you". "Well either way can i ask you don’t". Azula paused clearly worried at your meaning and you quickly shook your head "not that i want him, of course I want him removing as a potential suitor for me but i’d prefer that wasn’t done by killing him". Azula huffed "i wouldn’t kill him". "Well maim or seriously injure aren’t ideal either". Azula huffed "so what i can only lightly bruise him?". You laughed "Azula you are smart enough to work out a solution without needing aggression, just think" you smiled pushing back a strand of her hair "or just leave me to my fate". You smirked as Azula grabbed your waist rapidly "never" she spat and you smiled. You knew you could think of a way out of this yourself but you liked the way Azula was looking at you and the way she clutched you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. “So save me” you said softly and Azula nodded "i will i promise".

Azula’s POV

Azula met Saoko off his airship along with your parents and scrutinised every detail of him looking for everything and anything she could use against him. Your parents were extremely friendly but Azula didn’t say a word to him, she just watched. The first stop was the gym to see his firebending and Azula sat anxiously on her seat waiting for him to display his bending. He entered with your father and took centre stage. He bowed to Azula and then began his show. 

Azula was not happy. He was no master but definitely better than most benders. Finally he left the stage and your parents began excitedly talking about how brilliant he was. Clearly in their mind this proved the match to be perfect, Azula disagreed. “Such strong fire bending abilities!” your mother gushed “y/n is sure to like him”. Azula stood up and both your parents looked to her. "He is skilled" Azula agreed and your parents nodded at her pleased. "But not enough" Azula said simply "y/n cannot marry him". Your parent's shoulders deflated and they looked at Azula helplessly "but princess..he’s the best there is". "Best there is? So you want your daughter to settle? She's not that important?". "No of course not just...we don’t want her to get too old...of course we want a powerful firebender but the only ones her age that are of a good rank are in the royal family. Azula knew they meant Zuko and she felt the bile in her stomach rise. She hated the idea of you with anyone but with Zuko...that reopened an old wound and she was not about to play that whole game again. No she would end this now. Azula sighed and closed the doors after dismissing the guards. "I didn’t want to have to be so frank but i see i have no choice, i do not wish for your daughter to marry any man, ever". Your parents froze "but...why?". Azula paused "y/n is my best friend, she is my closest companion and she is always there when i need her. She is the only person who can keep up with me physically and mentally and i would not have her taken from me, ever. I need her far more than any man could and so i simply will not allow her to be taken". Your parents froze conflicted by their sexist ideals and Azula’s commands. "I....if y/n married she could still be on call for you". Azula shook her head "no she wouldn’t and so there is only one solution y/n will stay on as my lady permanently and in order to pay you for your loss i will pay you her dowry". Your parents paused "but....we have to pay her dowry it is not...". "Yes i know typically the girl’s family is expected to pay a dowry but that always confused me. Women are what keep the family growing, surely the family that lost their daughter deserves more compensation? I never got the system but i plan to correct it, i will pay you your daughter’s worth in full for your agreement to pass her onto me. I will promise to always house, fund and see no harm ever comes to her. She will always have a life with me and she will become part of my household. You must understand she will no longer belong to you in the sexist sense, her problems will be my problems and any injustices to her will no longer affect you but me. She will be under my protection completely". Your parents looked at one another before shrugging "this all sounds agreeable". Azula nodded "excellent i will have the contracts drawn up! This is the amount i offer, is this suitable?". Azula handed them a piece of paper and your parents gasped "Azula this is more than triple her dowry this is far too much". Azula shook her head "it is y/n’s true worth...well at least her worth in am economical sense, of course she is worth far more than gold" and she walked from the room.

Your POV 

Your parents had told you Azula’s deal and you struggled not to burst into happy tears. Azula was so clever she’d somehow basically asked for your hand and they’d been blind enough not to see it as a proposal. This deal would mean Azula’s influence would always protect you and you’d never be forced apart, it was a perfect solution. You walked to the contract signing practically bouncing and when you saw Azula you gave her a big smile. Azula smiled back at you before she was all business again. The contract she’d drawn up was basically a marriage contract without the union. You didn’t see how your parents hadn’t noticed all the terms were the same but ignorance was bliss. Azula signed the document and then your father. Finally Azula passed you the pen. She smiled as you took it eagerly and signed harshly. Your parents smiled and hugged you. "Well i suppose you will stay in the palace now?" your father asked and Azula nodded "i already have a living area renovated for y/n in my own private wing". 'Well i guess this is goodbye for now" your mom said sadly hugging you. "I didn’t think it’d be like this but....". "I’ll be happy" you smiled and your dad nodded "then that is all that matters". "I will show you out" Azula said softly and she led them away.

Azula’s POV

When she returned you were reading through the contract. "Second thoughts?" Azula called and you smiled "you know the wording in this...it makes a lot of talk of how i am now your property". Azula paled "i’m sorry i had to use that language so your father couldn’t claim he still had a hold on you if he later changed his mind". You nodded your head "i understand". Azula watched as you kept reading and she worried the contract would be too much for you, after all you’d not even been dating a year yet. “This contract....it also feels a lot like a marriage proposal” you said watching Azula and she looked down. “Again that’s just for formality, I know there’s a lot of talk about how our arrangement is indefinite but I want you to know...if you ever do want to marry someone, if we ever...i won’t stand in the way, even if it is a man". You laughed "If I ever did want to get married it would never be to a man but a woman" you said looking at Azula pointedly "that i could imagine". Azula smiled "really?". You nodded your head looping your arms around her neck "but if she already technically owns me does it even count?". Azula took the contract from you and threw it into the fire "i do not own you i never will, you are free and you always will be, yes?". You nodded your head awestruck "yes....all because of you". Azula shrugged "maybe but i do not need a reward unless you can think of something i will like". You grinned "i have an idea" and kissed her softly "why don’t you show me our new quarters so i can show you?". Azula’s heart started beating faster and she blushed despite herself. “This way” she smiled taking your hand and she led you to your new life together. 

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If anyone can destroy the patriarchy let's be honest it’d be Azula. 

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Bitter Pill to Swallow

Chapter 4 (Ch.3, Ch.2, Ch.1)

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Dick couldn't concentrate on his newspaper. He couldn't put his finger on the why, but he found himself constantly glancing down the carriage at Lieutenant Landry. He always managed to look back down just before she caught him, but somehow his eyes kept being drawn to her.

She was a problem he couldn't find an answer to, and that's probably what bothered him the most about her. That, and the fact that he seemed to be the only one of her fellow officers that she was openly hostile towards. After the night of their graduation she'd gotten more friendly with Nix and Harry, but she steadfastly refused to have anything to do with him. And that, despite his best efforts to ignore her, irritated him. He couldn't figure out why she disliked him so much, or why she got under his skin the way she did.

He glanced back at her again, and froze when he was met with her blazing green eyes glaring at him over the top of her book. He held her gaze for a moment before huffing out a breath and went back to his paper.

Lewis had been watching the entire exchange unbeknownst to Dick, and he smirked when he noticed Dicks furrowed brow and his tightly clenched fists holding the paper.

"Say Dick," he started nonchalantly, fighting a smile when his friend glanced up at him cautiously, "What's with you and Landry giving each other eyes huh?"

Dick scoffed and rolled his eyes, flipping to the next page of the paper a little too vigorously. "I don't know what you're talking about Nix."

Nix looks between the two of them and when he noticed Valerie glaring down at her book his grin widened. He turned back to Dick and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"You wanna know what I think?" He asked, ignoring Dick's shaking head and ploughing on. "I think there's a certain kind of tension between you two, if you know what I mean."

"It's just plain tense, Nix. You know I don't lose my temper easily but she just gets on my nerves like nobody else. She's so argumentative, and prickly. She takes everything I do as some sort of personal attack and it irritates me beyond belief because if she bothered to get to know me she'd know that it never is."

"Well, you two could probably work it out if you actually sat down and had a proper adult conversation," Lewis pointed out sagely, taking a sip from his flask.

"Good luck organising that Nix," said Dick, "I think you'd have better luck jumping straight onto Hitlers doorstep."

"Wouldn't that be something," chuckled Lewis. "You know, you two could just shack up in a hotel room for the night and get it all out of your systems. A good roll in the sheets is bound to wring out all of that underlying tension you won't admit to yourselves is so obviously there."

"Don't be so crass Nix," Dick grumbled, blushing crimson, "I'm not at all interested in her that way. In fact I'm not interested in her at all and even if she is a good officer, my life would be a lot quieter if she were part of some other company."

"Aw c'mon Dick, you'd miss her if she were gone. And who would keep you on your toes then?"

"I have enough to keep me on my toes with the war Nix," sighed Dick, pointedly looking down at his paper to signal that he was done with this particular conversation. Pity however, that Nix was not.

"You may lie to yourself, but you can't lie to me Dick," continued Lewis, ignoring Dicks sigh, "the sooner you admit to yourself that you think she's attractive, the less tense you'll be."

Dick put his paper down and stared across at his friend incredulously, determinedly ignoring the flush in his cheeks. "I'm worried about your future as an intelligence officer if you think I'm attracted to Lieutenant Landry. We can't even have a civil conversation outside of the necessary."

"You don't need to be friends to be attracted to her. She's a pretty looking dame, you're just lying to yourself," smirked Lewis, "C'mon Harry back me up here will ya?"

Harry shifted in his seat and glanced between the two blearily. "What's the matter?" He slurred.

"Nothing Harry, don't worry about it," interjected Dick, giving Lewis a pointed stare. Lewis passed over his flask to Harry and continued on.

"Tell me I'm not the only one who thinks there's some underlying tension of a certain type between Dick and Valerie?"

Harry chuckled as he took a swig from Lewis' flask. "Oh yeah, there's definitely something unresolved there. Remember a few weeks ago when Sobel put them on KP after that disaster of a field exercise?"

"Oh yeah," laughed Lewis, "I wasn't sure if they were gonna kill each other or make out there and then with the eyes they were giving each other."

"If you two are quite done making up tall tales," Dick grumbled, "we're pulling in. And it would be best if all these ridiculous ideas of yours went back to Georgia with the train."

Lewis exchanged a laugh with Harry as they stood up and grabbed their gear. He grinned when Valerie stepped up beside him.

'You ready for Fortress Europa Val?" He asked, stepping aside slightly so they had more space.

"I think the real question here is whether Fortress Europa is ready for us Nix?" Valerie smirked. He threw back his head and laughed at her boldness.

"Hitler and his lackeys won't know what hit em."

"Damn straight Nix," she chuckled. The aisle began to clear and he gestured for her to head on before him. He rolled his eyes and huffed a laugh as she passed Dick and made a point to brush past him, and he laughed harder when he saw Dicks narrowed eyes glaring at her back as she walked out of the carriage. Those two were something else.

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Could you please do some headcanons/story/thoughts on how the wizards and warriors see the royal kids? idk if this makes sense but surely there's a rumour mill about them. like imagine you're a wizard and you look at looter, who's gonna be the king one day, and then you look at xar and like-

xar disappears all the time and is constantly in trouble, then he doesn't get his magic and encanzo is a bad parent (very publicly too - does no-one have a problem with that?) and THEN he is apparently running away with 2 warriors and has a witchstain.

or you're a warrior and everyone's relieved that sychorax has six step-daughters who are the traditional warrior-type because they look at the princess wish who drags her bodyguard away on all these adventures with the wizard prince who has no magic, and then they're in a war against the wizards and wish is a fugative who can apparantly come back to life and SURPRISE did we mention she has magic?

oh and guess what sychorax was snogging encanzo.

idk i just imagine everyone is very confused XD

Oh YEP!

Those poor wizard and warrior citizens who had no idea what was going on.... they will be so confused after never and forever. There is definitely a rumour mill surrounding them.

This is just going to be a long post about an average warrior family watching the books happen... oops

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Mom and dad always warned the kids about warriors, they have never seen one, but their queen removes heads, and that is enough to cause nightmares.

The children get their magic a few weeks after their twelfth birthday. They feel bad for Xar, but not too bad, because Xar is trouble. Despite warnings from parents and Looters friends to stay away from Xar, they can’t help being interested in his plans. When Xar goes to catch a witch, they watch him sneak out of the encampment, but aren’t brave enough to follow.

The kids participate in the spelling competition, but their mom immediately takes them home when Encanzo breaks up the fight between his sons.

The entire family is a bit scared of Encanzo as well, and they don’t want any trouble. Weird aunt Briar says Swivelli is right and that Encanzo is crazy, but nobody believes her because she also feeds pet frogs with a watering can and believes her frogs can predict the future.

When Xar returns with the magic-less prisoners, they are overjoyed, because their dad is one of them. He has no magic anymore, but at least he is alive. Encanzo’s son may be trouble, but he did bring back their dad. Unfortunately their grandma, who was also imprisoned, was beheaded for trying to escape.

Everything is back to normal. The kids practice magic, the parents take care of them and weird aunt briar waters her frogs.

Until Encanzo announces he and a group of wizards are going to Castle Death to retrieve his son. (Everyone immediately knows that son is Xar, though they haven’t seen Looter lately, and wonder where he is.)

The mom, who still has magic, has to join Encanzo’s wizard army. The rest of the family does not want her to go, because it is dangerous, but they cannot refuse an order of the king. When she is gone, dad reassures his children every night that she will return safely, even if he is not sure himself.

When the mom gets back, she talks about how she had a feast with warriors, and that they are less scary when they are not wearing armour. Under all that iron, they look like normal humans. They eat like normal humans, sing like normal humans and step on each others toes while dancing like normal humans too.

They are rightfully terrified when they hear Sychorax has burnt down part of the forest. The wizards living in that part of the forest arrive at the wizard encampment and tell horrible stories about captured giants and burning homes.

King Encanzo is in his royal tree house, brooding on Queen Sychorax, and leaves for Pook’s Hill randomly. The entire family fears what will happen next. Both sons of Encanzo are missing now, and Queen Sychorax’s army is not staying on their side of the forest.

Neighbours, who have a daughter studying at Pook’s Hill, cry when they hear the warriors have taken the school. The parents hug their children a little tighter.

Outright war breaks out, and everyone fears for their safety. Droods, wizards and warriors all pick up their weapons, and mom has no choice but to join them.

Since there are no newspapers, everyone tells the wildest stories of what may be happening. People whisper that daughter of the warrior queen has magic-that-works-on-iron, but no one believes that, because such a thing does not exist. They also said she died and came back to life. The children beg their mom to tell them about it, but mom is not very tall and only saw blue lights at Castle Death. There are rumours that the witches are pulling Encanzo’s son to the dark side, and that Sychorax keeps the heads she removes. When there is gossip that Encanzo is on trial at the Lake Of The Lost, no one knows what to believe anymore.

An owl returns with neighbours’ daughter, and tells that the warrior emperor uses child labour to mine his iron. Everyone in the encampment hates the Emperor even more than the rest of the warriors.

Finally, Encanzo returns, with both his sons and says the war against the witches is won. He also announces he and queen Sychorax are starting a kingdom/queendom together.... and he is marrying her.

The family is just glad that their mom returned safely, but they question Encanzo’s decisions. One of their grandparents got beheaded and the dad got caught and brought to the stone-that-takes-away-magic, and now king Encanzo is marrying her? Maybe weird aunt Briar was right all along.... King Encanzo has completely lost it.

However, they are safe and they are together. Their neighbours’ daughter knows a warrior orphan from the mines, and that warrior child is not scary at all.... Queen Sychorax says that she is now at war with the Emperor, because she despises his slave labour, so maybe she does have morals underneath her scary appearance. Her daughter, who is close friends with Xar happily walks around the wizard encampment.

Warriors and wizards start to live in the same villages, and the family slowly get to know the warriors that now live in the tree opposite them.

Those warriors tell them they were just as confused and they agree their queen has lost it. They invite each other over for dinner and laugh about all the crazy things their royal families did. (The warriors even have their own version of ‘weird aunt Briar’. Weird cousin Bodkin apparently went on all these adventures with the royal kids and survived? Both families find that hard to believe.)

The extremely powerful wizard Perdita sets up a school for both wizards and warriors, and the children attend. It’s more fun than their old magic school, and half of their their warrior classmates are nice. The other half still hates magic, but the teachers tell them off regularly.

Eventually the family accepts the new kingdom/queendom of Sychorax and Encanzo, and maybe, just maybe, this new kingdom will be amazing to live in.

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What happens in Paris ....stays with us forever (part deux.)

♡Awesome gif provided by the sweet and wonderful @ravenpuff02 . 😍🔥😘 My precious Drake and Kate look lovely, thanks so much.♡

Author's note: Although I know the slow burn romance between Drake and the MC didn't finally catch fire until the Homecoming Ball at the end of book 2, I just had to strike the match early while they were in Paris.

Book: TRR 2

Pairing: Drake × Kate Darling (MC)

Rated: Mature 18+ 🍋🍋NSFW🍋🍋

la première partie ici (The first part here)

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He lets go of the door frame to place his hands gently on my wrists, pulling my hands away from his neck and folding his hands around mine. Although he's trying to shut me down, I can't help but feel a thrill at having him touching me.

"Uh, Darling?  What do you think you're doing? You know we can't..." he says, although the look in his eyes betrays the way he really feels.

"We can't what, Drake?" I say, stepping away from the door and pressing my body up against his. He's still holding onto my hands, and now our faces are so close I can feel his breath on my cheek. 

"Darling…" he warns, as I flex my hands out of his grasp and undo the next button of his shirt. It's such a tease how he's already left the top button undone for me. My thumbs push the material aside and I slide my hands in. He takes a sharp breath in when I touch him, and I feel his chest rise and fall along with the rapid beating of his heart.

I pop another button out of its hole, and lean in to kiss his throat as my hands continue to explore his chest, tugging his shirt out of the waist of his pants. He hasn't stopped me yet, and I look up at the darkness in his eyes and the pained expression on his face. 

"Kiss me, Drake." I plead. "I know you want to."

Cupping my head in his hands, he tilts my chin up and leans in. I close my eyes. But instead of feeling his lips on mine he plants kisses along my jawline and I hear his voice rasp in my ear, hitching with desire, "And if I want to.. do more than kiss you?"

I gasp, bunching the fabric of his shirt in my fists as his nose traces the shell of my ear, and his stubble bristles against my cheek. "Ye -..."

But my reply is swallowed up by his mouth as it captures mine, and he presses me up against the door. 

His kisses are hungry and I struggle for breath as he grabs my wrists again and pins them up above my head. His knee parts my thighs and I can feel how hard he is underneath his jeans.

When he finally releases my mouth, and presses his forehead against mine we're both panting. "Tell me.. to stop," he groans between breaths.

I run my swollen bottom lip through my teeth, it's still tingling from the way he had sucked on it. "No, Drake...don't stop now," I whisper back.

He lets go of my wrists and runs his fingers down my arms, past my shoulders and then places his hands on my waist. When he grips my ass and lifts me, I wrap my arms around his neck. He swings us around and then puts me down again. I can feel his hands running up and down my bare back, and the smile on his face speaks volumes. I reach back and unsnap the fastener on the halter top of my dress. From behind I feel him tug down at the skirt around my ass and then my dress starts to fall. Kissing me again, he wraps his arms around my back and lifts me up against his chest. I grab him around the shoulders and he stumbles with me toward the bed. When he tries to lay me down I knock him off balance and pull him down with me. 

He lets out a muffled grunt of surprise and I roll him over onto his back. 

"You're horribly overdressed, Drake." I chuckle, and straddling his thigh I unbuckle his belt and tug it free. He pushes himself up into a sitting position and shrugs out of his jacket and I work on the last button of his shirt before helping him toss it aside. He pulls me over to straddle his lap, and then he grabs my ass roughly in his hands, his mouth and tongue travelling sloppily over my breasts. It was like he wanted to taste all of my chest at once, but didn't know where to start. 

I grind myself against his groin, and dig my fingernails into the muscles of his back. He grunts in retaliation and I feel him pull a nipple into his mouth and suck on it hard. 

"Drake," I gasp, feeling myself dampen my panties. 

He leans back again, bringing me with him, and I dive in to give him kisses of my own. His hands come up to push my hair back from my face and I can feel him twist it up into his fist. His free hand wanders down my back and delves into the back of my panties, grasping a handful of cheek before forcing them down. 

"Take these off," he whispers as he kisses my neck.

I slowly back up, placing kisses down his chest, my breasts dragging against his skin. I smile at his groans and sighs of pleasure, as I make my way down across his belly. Finally undoing his bluejeans and slowly tugging down the zipper, I reach in and stroke him through the fabric of his boxers. A jolt of pure molten pleasure shoots down into my lower belly as I see him close his eyes and hear him gasp and curse quietly to himself. 

 I climb off the bed and pull off his shoes and socks. He tucks one hand behind his head and the other goes into his jeans to make adjustments, he watches me with a grin, "You know it's not too late to back out of what's coming next. We can still write this off as a drunken escapade that never happened, preserving what's left of our status as just friends.."

I bite my lip, sliding my hands up his calves to grab at his pantlegs and give his jeans a tug to pull them down. He grasps at the waistband to stop me, and I tug again.  "Don't you ever get tired of being just the best friend, Drake? The shoulder to cry on? Being there for him when nobody else is there just for you?"

Drake sighs, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes. "Constantly."

I stroke up and down his calves, working my way up to his knees, squeezing and kneading his thighs as he groans and adjusts himself inside his jeans again and opens his legs wider.

"Aren't you tired of playing it safe? And tiptoeing around Liam's feelings?"

"Yes," he sucks in a breath, his eyes are still closed, and now his hand is in his boxers and he's stroking himself.

"Well, what then? Are you going to let yourself feel for a change?"

"Yes.." he groans, and he looks me in the eyes. There's a raw honesty in his expression as he searches my face and it makes my heart skip.

I tug at his pant legs and he raises his hips and shoves his jeans down over his ass. I chuckle as I struggle to yank the tough fabric off of his legs and over his big feet.

After I toss his jeans aside, he sits up and toys with the waistband of his underwear pulling them down dangerously low as I watch, my heart pounding in my throat. "Last chance, Darling, if these come off we've reached the point of no return."

"Worried you'll disappoint me?"

Drake covers his face and laughs, shaking his head. Pushing his hair back from his forehead he fixes me with a look that was all serious as it traveled over my body. "No, Darlin' ..I never disappoint."

My face feels hot and an ache blossoms in my center, as I drop my panties, and watch him climb off of the bed and approach me. There's a confident swagger to his walk as he bends slightly and pushes down his boxers, and then steps out of them. My eyes go wide at what he was bringing me, and I regret teasing him.

Pulling me into his arms again, his kisses are more desperate as his hands travel down my back to cup my ass. When I follow his lead and do the same thing, I can feel him smile and chuckle against my lips. "You can grab me ass harder than that."

"Oh really?" I grin, digging in my fingers and giving his ass a squeeze and then a slap. "What else do you like Drake?"

Dropping his face to my shoulder he kisses up the side of my neck, brushing my hair to the side and taking a handful of it in his fist again. Holding his hand firmly on my lower back, so that I can't pull away, he rocks his hips forward and presses his hard cock up against my belly. I hold onto him tightly as he continues to rock up against me. With both arms wrapped around me and his fist still clenching my hair, he keeps kissing and whispering against my skin quietly, taking pleasure in our full body contact.  Being pressed up to his hard, muscular body as he enjoyed the softness of mine brought tingles all over me from head to toe. I felt light headed as he held me tight, lost in the motions of his body and the feel of his mouth on my skin.

 When he suddenly stops moving I fall limp against him, my knees going weak and a warm throbbing simmers in my core. I hear him whisper hoarsely in my ear.

 "You asked me what I liked.."

"Uh huh," I moan, leaning my cheek against his chest, and delighting in the way his warm hand caressed my lower back and down over my ass.

He backs us up toward the bed, and I whimper as he pulls his hands free of me. Drake sits down on the edge of the bed and then lifts me to straddle his lap. His erect cock is now trapped between us and he pulls me in tightly to him. "Rub yourself all over me,  I want to be your scratching post kitty kitty.."

I bite my lip as I rock my hips against him, "You like being on the bottom?"

"Why not?  Ladies first. I want you to cum all over me before I take my turn. Butter me up baby, I want to hear the sounds you make. That's what I like, to watch and listen to a woman taking pleasure in what her body can do, while I'm her play thing."

I laugh and push him backward on the bed, "So you figure you'll be able to outlast all of the moves and sounds I make while I make you my sex toy? Doubt it. But hey, I like a challenge."

Drake grins, "Bring it on."

I lean forward and run my slick folds along his length, enjoying the way the head of his cock slides and bumps against my clit. He groans with pleasure, "Oh God, yes."

Locking eyes with him I sit up, stroking the velvety soft skin of his cock up against me, alternating rubbing the wet fluids I've made around my folds with my fingers and using him to do it. 

He watches me intently, licking his lips, "Talk to me, and tell me how that feels."

I feel my face flush as I try to put it into words how great he feels rubbing up against me.

"So warm, the friction of you against me feels so good." I moan.

I look away as he smiles at me, "Trust me the feeling is mutual. Keep going, I want to watch you come undone in front of me, on top of me."

His words ignite me further, and I feel more bold. I tilt my head back and squeeze my breast, trapping the nipple between my fingers. I slip the middle fingers of my other hand into my pussy. The wet, silky and plump interior is a delicious contrast to the velvety texture of his cock rubbing against the back of my hand. I moan at the pleasure of it, knowing that he's watching my every move.

I can feel his hands on my thighs, so big and so strong, and then they're on my hips, my waist. "Taste yourself and then share it with me," he whispers.

Raising my eyebrow in question, he grins and nods to me. "Unless you're too shy to do it."

"What, me shy?" I respond, bringing my hand up to my face. I make a vee with my fingers and can smell the both of us on my skin. I lick the junction of my fingers and look at the pleased expression on his face. Reaching forward I see him open his lips and then he's sucking my fingertips into his mouth.  His tongue caresses the underside of my fingers and I gasp at the sensation shooting up my arm that rockets down into my core.

 "Mmm, tasty," he says, when I pull my hand from his mouth.

By now the sound of his voice is pretty much all it takes to make me ache with need, and I can't stand it anymore. I need him inside me.

He opens his mouth to say something else, and I place my fingers to his lips to shush him, "No more talking."

Drake grins against my hand, pulling me forward to kiss me, his hands roaming my back as he bucks his hips up into me. I whimper against his mouth in frustration, as his tongue slices into my mouth. Between the rocking of my hips and the movement of his, we're so close to penetration it's maddening.

The narrow bed in my train compartment creaks rhythmically and I wonder how much others might hear. I lift up my hips and reach down between us to guide him to where I need him and then sit up.

Drake gasps and then lets out a groan of satisfaction as he bucks upward into me, "fffuck, yes."

Panting heavily, I sit still and allow myself a moment to get used to the size of him, fighting the burning and stretching sensation and trying to relax. He looks up at me and strokes my thighs, his own chest rising and falling with deep breaths. 

"Are we ok?" he asks, studying my face with concern.

I nod, and begin to rock my hips against him slowly, letting him fill me over and over until the burn is replaced by a comfortable and pleasurable friction. I look down into Drake's face and don't have to wonder if he's enjoying himself too. The crease of his brow and the goofy grin on his face says it all. 

When I don't move fast enough for him he bucks upward to bring us together, a quiet grunt escaping his lips. "Damn you feel amazing, Kate."

Hearing my name coming out of his mouth snaps me out of my rhythm, and I stop moving to give him a lopsided grin. "Say that, again?"

"What?" He asks, with a frown.

I slide my hands up and down his chest, and grin widely. "You called me Kate, not Darling, but Kate."

His eyes shift side to side, and he grins sheepishly, "Did I?"

"Uh huh," I say, resuming my movements. 

"Didn't realize I'd let that slip, see now how you affect me?"

He brings his hands up to place them on my breasts again, and I smile down at him. "I like it, at least for when we're alone, cuz then you can be honest about your feelings for me."

"My f-feelings ..huh." He says with effort, as he pushes up against me again. "And what are my feelings if you're so sure about them?"

"You said that you want me, have wanted me, for a while." 

"Yeah," he says, pinching one of my nipples between his fingers, his other hand sliding up to grasp my shoulder up next to my neck.

"Is that all there is between us, just a physical attraction, and nothing more? Do you even like me?"

Drake frowns, a strangled groan of frustration rising up out of his throat as he tries to avoid answering.

When he doesn't answer I push a few more buttons to see if I can get him to confess. "You know, the night of the Coronation, Liam told me he loved m-..."

Suddenly Drake's eyes go wide, "Woah, hold on a minute. When did we go from let's fuck, to let's talk about our fucking feelings? And you just had to mention his name."

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry." I cover my face, feeling so embarrassed and stupid for pushing the issue.

I hear Drake sigh, and feel him struggle to sit up beneath me. "Ok, get off. We're done."

I drop my hands down on my thighs with a slap, "Damn it, Drake. I'm sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry. This was just a mistake in the first place."

Carefully I climb off him and flop down on the bed beside him feeling dejected. He brings his arm up and lays it across his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut. When I lay my hand on his chest he flinches and then relaxes with a sigh.

 "I should go." he says quietly. 

I curl up into his side and press my forehead into his shoulder, hugging his arm. "No. Please, stay."

He lifts his hand and places it on my hip, drawing little circles on my skin. I giggle because it tickles. He drops his arm from his forehead and lays it on his chest and then turns his head to look at me.

"You really want me to stay?"

I kiss his shoulder and then sit up on my elbow, reaching over to rest my hand on his cheek. "Yes."

He smirks and then rolls over with a soft grunt to face me, placing his hand on my hip again. I lean in to kiss him and he brings his hand up to cup my cheek. When he pulls back, he has that pained look creasing his features again and it makes my heart sink.

"You're leaving aren't you." 

He sighs, tracing my jaw with his thumb. "We don't want to get caught together. Doesn't Maxwell knock on your door every morning to get you up for Breakfast?"

"Yeah," I say, feeling disappointed.

"And he and I share a room, so he's going to know I didn't sleep there."

I shrug, "If you were to pass him in the hall tomorrow morning in last night's rumbled clothes, you'd only have to say you passed out drunk in the lounge or something."

Drake quirks an eyebrow and lifts his lip into a smirk, "That would probably be a convincing enough cover story."

I sit up next to him and hug my knees to my chest. "So, you do like me enough to not just dick me then ditch me."

He laughs, covering his face, and then shakes his head as he looks at me.  "Ok, fine. I care about you, Kate. Did I ever not kiss you back during all those times you snuck one on me."

I grin, "Well, no."

Drake sits up on the side of the bed, chuckling at the mess we've made with our discarded clothing. "It sure looks like we were having fun in here."

Crawling over I hug him around the shoulders from behind and kiss the side of his neck. "Is there any way we could start over?"

Drake sighs, glancing down at his lap. "I suppose it's worth a try."

I giggle as I kiss my away across his shoulder and it makes him shiver. "You told me earlier that you 'don't disappoint' Drake. Well I must admit to being very disappointed."

"Hey!" he protests, "That was totally not my fault."

"I know, I know."

Part three

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