#a lil drabble for u !!

[b1mbodoll]

i dont know why hybrid breeders thought it was a perfect idea to put bunny!you in a cage with wolf!nicho (＞人＜;) he so obviously could break you to pieces but instead he likes to play with you! pulling on your ears and flicking your tail :( it's enough to make you whine everytime but he doesn't care !!!! and eventually when his heat comes, you can tell bcs hes twice as mean when teasing you, pushing you down and lifting your ass up so he could "play with you like normal" but the whole time his hybrid cock is running against your pussy TT n when you get really fussy it gets hard not to fill you all the way up completely (non con) ★★★ literally theres no way you're getting out of his hold! you can cry and try to push him away but hes 10x stronger than you and his heat makes him soooo hot all he can think abt is making your tummy swell up with his pups! (so unrealistic but i know you're into it but imagine him fucking his knot into you so deep it starts pooling out your mouth and your eyes are rolled back and u cant do anything but feel it completely)

love 🎀 anonie!

pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + inflation + knotting + breeding + blood + noncon + jealousy + a/b/o dynamics + drool + daddy kink + subspace + inflation

💌: i had to prio this bc its so dreamy like 😵‍💫 u included a lot of my fave kinks n tropes n im so thankful i love u so much for swndinf this my way idk how much i can add on bc its lrtrly perfect but i hope i do it justice !

the first time you and nicho r forced into the same cramped cage your heart was racing and ur tail was twitching so bad :( your reaction tugged at nicho’s heartstrings but the lust he felt was overpowering any bit of sympathy. he’s not a complete monster so he doesn’t take your virginity immediately. instead the wolfboy satiates his sick need to torment you by tugging at your loppy ears and mouthing at your cotton tail, strings of saliva coat the entire thing n pool at your asshole.

he doesn’t go any further yet, has to get you used to the “tame” stuff before he can fuck you raw. tries to hold back for as long as he can but the closer he gets to his rut, the less self control he has n it’s your fault he’s got his teeth planted on your shoulder as he slips his cockhead inside. “your pussy is so tiny, bunny,” he murmers, words slightly slurred from the drool escaping him, “gonna fuckin’ tear you apart.”

before he’s able to fill you up completely, nicho’s needed in the breeding room n your handler lets you out into the gated pasture, doing their best to keep you two in seperate enclosures from that moment on.

it’s been a week since your caging situation was sorted n the wolfboy is lucky if he catches a glimpse of you through a fence. words cant describe how furious nicholas is, snarling at the sight of bunny hybrid! euijoo cuddling up to you under a tree wishing he could scare the male into submitting to him n prove to you that he’s the prime mating choice.

it’s not long before your luck runs out and wolf! nicholas corners you after your caretakers have gone to bed. he’s so large and intimidating and his cold stare makes your legs shake with fear. the silence is deafening and he breaks it by asking to play, the question making your blood run cold because in his world, “playing” means letting him grope you n leave bloody lovebites across your chest. he doesn’t bother waiting for a reply because no matter how much you refuse he’s not gonna leave you alone. he needs to touch you.

nicho decides to go about toying with you differently this time. has to put you in your place n get it through your head that you nd your bunnycunt belong to him! snarls when he gets a whiff of euijoo’s scent, “present f’me, slut” he demands and the need to obey is so strong. has you opening your legs immediately, small hands spreading your hole open to expose your pussy. he groans at the sight and his mind becomes cloudy due to his impending rut, cant take the time to prep your cunt for his huge cock so he just opts to get it over with and makes you take his entire length in one go. “knew you’d feel good ‘round my cock,” his voice is thick, “gonna make you have my pups, bun.” more filthy words are directed to you n they have you keening, fucking yourself on his cock faster n faster.

it’s easy to slip into a submissive headspace, the feeling of his balls slapping your clit and knot beginning to inflate are overwhelmingly delicious leaving you no choice but to beg. “pleasepleaseplease cum, alpha! need your knot so bad i hafta make you a daddy!” nicholas fucking howls when his seed shoots directly into your womb and it makes your eyes cross. even after his knot reaches its full size he continues grinding his cock into you, cum getting pushed so deep inside it spills out of your open mouth n trickles down your chin. he’s too far gone and can’t stand the sight of his semen dripping out, cups your jaw with his hands n covers your mouth, makin you choke on the creamy fluid <3

[lovelyhan]

hi beloved. i am here to bother you with the idea of cucking shua by fucking jeonghan in front of him and blindfolding him so he cant watch he can only listen to ur moans and get off to the thought of his best friend fucking the life out of you and he cant even see

03:05 — JH & JS

i was supposed to go to bed but then i remembered this ask exists and now i won't do that anymore 🗿

warnings: cuckolding, smut (MINORS DNI)

you love your boyfriend. you love him more than anything in the entire goddamn world. so when joshua lets slip that he wouldn't mind seeing you get fucked by his best friend during a silly game of truth or dare at a night out with friends, who are you to deny him what he wants?

unfortunately for your sweet, sweet shua, jeonghan plays out the fantasy in a much more sinister way.

"hear that, joshuji?" he chuckles and you feel every word breathed against the sensitive skin of your neck. "she's soaking. all wet and ready for a cock that isn't yours. how's that make you feel?"

the words are delivered in a tone that isn't so different from a stereotypical villain that's out to take everything away from the main protagonist. but if there's something you know about the nature of your boyfriend's long-time friendship with jeonghan, it's that they bond over the most unorthodox things.

one being: jeonghan being balls deep inside you while joshua sits helplessly on the plush reading chair near the bed — wrists tied together behind his back while a silk black blindfold robs him of his sight all at once.

"can hear her pretty cunt all the way here," he sighs almost dreamily — what a freak, but you adore him for it anyway. "jeonghan-ah, you better fuck her right. nice and sloppy so i can at least hear what you're doing to my girlfriend."

joshua sounds so awfully casual about the entire thing that it makes you wonder if this odd pair has done this before. you wouldn't really put it past them to be insane enough to do that, but whatever girls they tag-teamed before don't matter.

it's your pussy that they want now.

"h-hannie," you whimper, hips gyrating ever-so slightly to give yourself the friction you craved like a drug. "need you to move."

jeonghan lets slip an amused laugh, pulling his hips back only to force you back onto the mattress with a powerful thrust. you mewl at the sensation, loving the way his cock drags against your velvet heat — the way your insides squelch with his intrusion. he feels so much different from joshua and you find yourself wondering if it makes you such a terrible person to enjoy getting fucked stupid on another man's cock.

"both of you are perfect for each other — so fucking demanding," jeonghan comments. "don't worry, shua. i'll rail our sweet baby so good, she'll keep coming back for more."

as promised, jeonghan makes it sloppy. spit dribbling from his puckered lips and onto the spot where his length disappears inside of you. he fucks the stringy liquid into your tight cunt — making the slide easy and smooth and so fucking divine that you're moaning into the sheets in no time.

jeonghan's heavy balls slap against your thighs with every forward thrust — unrelenting with his vigor as his teeth find purchase on the shell of your ear. "so fuckin' cockhungry, aren't you? couldn't be content with shua's? had to let me fuck this tight little pussy to keep you satisfied?"

he says the words sharply — like a knife to the ribcage before he twists the proverbial handle. but all they do is send another rush of slick gushing out of your hole, soaking jeonghan's cock even more as your eyes flutter open to let your gaze land on joshua.

he isn't putting much of a fight, but you see the way his thighs clench with the itch to get up and stuff you full alongside his best friend. the erection straining against his sweats makes your mouth water, wanting nothing more than to take his heavy length into your mouth as jeonghan fucks you from behind.

"tightest fucking pussy i've ever had," jeonghan hisses as he smooths his hands over your ass — squeezing your perky flesh hard enough to leave angry red marks. you arch your back in pure ecstasy. "you're so unfair, joshuji. keeping such a slutty cunt all to yourself when we could've been filling her up together."

joshua lets out a shaky laugh, bottom lip wedged between his teeth with a no-good smile. "i'll give you a call when she's in the mood to get stuffed by two cocks."

"fuck— she got tighter," jeonghan groans before rolling his hips deep enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your skull. "you like the sound of that, don't you? both your holes filled with cock? or do you want me and shua inside this tight pussy at the same time? you can take it, right?"

"wan' it so bad," you practically sob into the sheets as jeonghan fucks you harder, faster. "need your cum in me, hannie. please, please, please —"

"fuck, you sound so desperate, baby," joshua moans from his spot in the corner, hips bucking ever-so slightly. "begging so fucking prettily for jeonghan's load. shit. i might just come untouched."

the older man simpers, reaching between your thighs to find that sensitive little nub with unrelenting strokes. "you hear that, sweet thing? your pathetic little boyfriend is gonna cream himself to the sound of you begging for my cum. go ahead, baby. come around my cock so i can stuff you full."

his filthy words coupled with the quick, precise circles he's tracing around your clit makes your walls clamp down on him tightly — milking jeonghan's cock as you muffle a long-winded moan into the sheets.

"that's our girl — our cock drunk princess," jeonghan hisses before slamming his hips against your ass one last time, dumping his white hot cum into your hole until it overflows.

it takes you a while to come down from sheer bliss — so disoriented from that mind-shattering orgasm that you belatedly realize that joshua is right in front of you. blindfold missing, restraints undone.

before you can even ask what's going on, your boyfriend is already taking out his rock hard length out of his soiled sweats — all while his best friend's cock keeps his own cum from leaking out of your sloppy hole.

jeonghan smirks.

"your boyfriend deserves some attention too, right baby?"

[missmeinyourbones]

dabi + mutual pining 👁️👁️?

…

when dabi returns from the bar without an old-fashioned in hand, your interest is piqued.

you can't help but smile at his sulking shoulders and sullen eyes, "why are you drinkless?"

"don’t ask," he waves you off before slumping into the booth beside you.

after a moment of feeling your beady little eyes focused on his through his peripheral vision, he eventually caves.

"forgot my wallet, so i tried flirting with the bartender for a free drink and—"

his voice trails off, admitting defeat as he uses his open palms to gesture to the empty table before him, the one that represents his failure of negotiation (and smooth talking) skills.

and you would be laughing at his misery if it wasn't for the gears busy turning in your head at a tiny detail of his sentence.

"you know how to flirt?"

dabi’s jaw physically drops in disbelief, "and what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"nothing, i don't know!" you're quick to put out the fire, so you sip your drink and brush off the comment. “i just didn't think it was something you did."

dabi grimaces at your amusement of the whole scenario, so he picks the dry skin from his lips with a defensive sigh. 

"i mean, it's not something i do frequently, or to just anyone," he assures, doing his best to keep his voice level. “it's… selective."

"so what i'm hearing is that you're picky."

he looks over to you, and you're enjoying this. cheeks slightly flushed from both the alcohol and the laughter you bite back, you're clearly getting a kick out of his borderline pathetic demise. 

he scoffs before turning his head away from you, not wanting to look you in the eye when he bares his next confession.

"i’ll have you know, i flirted with you the first time we met,” he wraps his knuckles on the table to busy his drinkless hands, “y'know, before i got to know you and became repulsed by you."

from the corner of his eye, dabi can see you giggle behind your drink, fiddling with the straw between your lips. 

you swirl the ice around in the glass. "the first time we met, you said i had a stupid laugh," you knowingly remind him.

and you expect him to fight the accusation, to defend his flirting skills and recall the memory differently; but when he turns to you with a shrug and tight-lipped smile, everything begins to click for you. 

"that's your flirting?” you practically gawk in surprise and he’s tsking away from you once more. 

you’re not satisfied though, now giddy with the realization that not only was he bad at flirting, but he’d willingly admitted that he was flirting with you. your smile is blinding, and he would be content with letting it beam, if it wasn’t at his disadvantage in the first place. 

“oh god it's worse than i thought. no wonder no one wants to fuck you."

“it's not my flirting that's bad,” he holds a defensive finger to the air, “it's the fact that the person i usually flirt with is a fucking idiot. that’s why i’m not fucking anyone.”

his confession brings a wave of heat to your cheeks, and whatever alcohol was buzzing through your veins seems weak compared to the affect of a few passing words from him. 

you clear your throat before shaking your head, "well, maybe you should learn to flirt better. y’know, maybe don't make fun of their laugh within two minutes of meeting them.”

"well, i don't see you coming up with any suggestions," he passes the ball right back to your court.

and you plan to not answer him, prepare to scoff at his silly tease and change the subject. but the more you think about it, the more you let your curiosity get the best of you. 

"compliment them," your voice speaks up after a few moments.

dabi’s eyes light up with a mixture of surprise and pride, "on what?"

"anything you like about them," you shrug casually, as if it’s a simple thing you do all the time. as if you’re constantly bathing him in the knowledge of how much you love his expressive eyes, his quick comebacks, his frowns and smiles and everything in between. 

and it's not until he laughs under his breath that you realize you've been staring at him for a bit too long. that he’s been returning the eye contact and the two of you have been admiring one another for what should be an uncomfortable amount of time. but it feels relatively natural, like admiring how the moon seems to follow your car window on a midnight drive.

you decide to break the tension and stand with a playful scoff, "it's not that hard.” 

dabi’s furrowed brow silently questions your sudden absence, but when you grab your wallet and gesture to the bar, he lights up with realization. 

"you owe me one," you mumble while standing. 

he smiles and nods in appreciation, and when you're walking away from the table, he calls out to you.

"hey," you turn on your heel to be met with his lazy smirk and a look of mischief glowing in his eyes. 

naturally, he grins, "i like your stupid laugh."

[sipsteainanxiety]

waaaa no bc 🥺🥺 it’d been two years since the apocalypse started and society went to shit. you’d been on your own, for the most part, forced to keep moving from place to place as you looked for someone—anyone—who was still alive. you’d lost a lot, you’d gained little, but you were still kicking and breathing. that had to count for something, right?

you thought you’d seen everything, thought you’d become an expert on how to avoid and kill clickers, stalkers, and bloaters alike. but what you hadn’t accounted for were, well, people. who could blame you, though? you’d been by yourself for years.

one moment you were tentatively picking your way to a strange, high-tech fence, the next you were tumbling into a hole feet first. you landed clumsily—your ankle made an odd cracking sound—and you had to bite back a shout as you crumpled to the ground. winded.

how were you supposed to know there were traps in the area? sure you probably could have been more perceptive, but you were caught off guard. and now you were stuck in a hole that was too deep to pull yourself out of with your injured ankle and too steep to climb. you resigned yourself to sitting on the ground with your pistol gripped tightly in your hand. your eyes never once left the opening of the hole.

surely whoever dug this hole—made this trap—would still be around, right? you swallowed thickly.

you were lucky that he was.

katsuki, when he found you hours later, was a surprise you hadn't been expecting. you heard his steps before you saw him peek into your little hole. you didn’t think he expected to see the barrel of a gun pointing up at him, but then again, neither did you. he was the first person you’d seen in ages—you lowered your gun first. he glared down at you with ruby eyes that seemingly seared right through your soul.

it took a lot of convincing on your part, assuring him that you weren't infected. he didn't believe you, of course he didn't, and he was more than willing to leave you in the hole to die if you were lying. but... he hadn't seen another person in so long... his resolve wavered. he brought over a ladder to get you out and before you could even step foot out of the hole, he scanned you. green. you were safe. still, he didn't let his guard down.

he took you to his home base—a heavily fortified area beyond that same high-tech fence you'd seen. there was no infected in sight. now that your adrenaline had faded away, you could feel the shooting pain in your ankle. you sheepishly asked him if he had a medkit as you awkwardly limped behind him. he... wasn't much for conversation.

katsuki gave you clothes, let you shower. he dropped off a large medkit in the bedroom he'd let you have so you could wrap up your ankle. he had running water, working lights. he had a garden and a little farm. and he was alone.

you could tell he'd had his fair share of loss as well. it lingered in the air, potent at times. but still, he'd made something peaceful in these exhausting, terrifying times. a little safe haven that he dedicated hours and hours to cultivating and protecting. you respected that.

your ankle worsened overnight, became swollen and painful to stand on. so he let you stay, albeit begrudgingly. sending you back out into the wilderness would be a death sentence and he knew that. but you had to pull your weight—as much as you could, anyways. you didn't mind. you had your skills you'd developed over the years.

days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. he didn't bother to kick you out, even after your ankle had fully healed. he'd grown used to you, and you to him. you helped him with his chores. you had dinner with him every evening. you woke up with him in the morning to go on little jogs around the fence perimeter. you shared quiet laughs and grim acknowledgements. you had your highs, and you had your lows.

it was only inevitable, you think, that you'd both become so tightly intertwined together that it was difficult for you to be separated.

katsuki kissed you, one night, after the sun had set and you both stood out on his house's porch, staring out into the darkness. fireflies dotted the air. the wind's cool caress along your face was replaced by his warm palm. he kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered—like you were the only thing tethering him to the earth. he told you, in a hushed voice, that he had something to protect, now, with you by his side. he had never known fear until you squirmed your way into his heart.

things changed, that night, for the better. your life—once so tainted by fear and blood—had turned into something so much sweeter in a way you didn't think was possible. you had him and he had you.

and together you would both love each other. for a long, long time.

[ragzonacamrencruise]

for this ask right here:

okay so, hear meowt, yeah?? ***

THE PROPOSAL (REVERSED)

Azula isn't dumb. She swears she isn't. She literally conquered Ba Sing Se without a single casualty and with only three people. She's the greatest mastermind in the whole world and she knows how to manipulate people like she knows the back of her own hand.

So, she really should've seen this coming from miles away when she had the chance, right? RIGHT?????

Right . . .

She fucking did NOT!

...

[Three months ago]

"I- uhm . . . It looks really . . . sharp? Yeah, sharp. Thank you?"

Katara blinked, her face slightly loosing its glow as Azula said that. "You don't like it?"

Azula ran her eyes over the blue stone, neatly carved and linked to a blue ribbon, a truly marvellous speciman for a betrothal necklace. She knew of its culture from the Water Tribe, of course, but didn't really get around to the specifics of it.

But, what she didn't understand was, why was Katara of all people, giving her a betrothal neclace?!

Then she looked at Katara's neck. It's almost impossible to imagine the girl without her iconic necklace that was given to her by her . . . who was it now, mother? Yeah, she specifically remembered the conversation she had with the waterbender like an year ago, or something. Why she rememebered it? She had no clue.

The necklace lay on her lithe neck almost like it was a part of the girl's skin itself. Well, Azula thought, if mothers can give their betrothal necklaces to their daughters, then maybe, the whole betrothal necklace thing doesn't just have a singular purpose, right?

The girl had told Azula how her friends thought she was too motherly or something. So, when Azula had opened up about how her own mother thought she was a monster and never loved her, the girl had comforted her saying that Azula never has to worry about not having a mother anymore cuz she herself was going to take care of her.

And taking care of Azula, she did spectacularly. She never left Azula's side even for a minute, annoyingly so, and always sided with her whenever a Royal General Meeting was afoot. Sometimes, she even held Azula's arm while they walked through the Royal Gardens, much to Azula's irritation.

So, yeah . . . Maybe, the waterbender gave it to her because . . . she thought of herself as Azula's . . . mother? No, wait that's a weird thought and Azula shouldn't be having it while she's thinking of slamming the girl to the nearest wall and going to town at the very neck she's looking at.

Azula shook herself away from her thoughts. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, the waterbender had been growing on her for the past 3 years, and Azula trusted her with her life. She will never admit it, though. It'll make her look like a fool.

"No, I like it." Azula said, as she placed the necklace on her own neck, tying it into place. "We have a matching set."

Katara looked down at her own necklace. "Oh, yeah." She said, and clutched a strand of her, shifting her weight from her toes to heel.

Azula had been around the girl for enough to notice that that was a nervous tick. Don't as ask her why. She just liked to study people. That's all. She's a people person. She definitely did not pay attention to the waterbender whenever she had the chance to.

Azula looked all around the Royal Garden awkwardly, trying so hard to diffuse the tension. Like, why was it even so tense in the first place?!

"I'm really glad you accepted it." Katara said slowly, looking at Azula with her chin down. "I was really nervous about it and then Sokka hit me on the head really hard saying that-"

"Wait-" Azula interrupted her. "Why wouldn't I accept it?"

Well, sealing friendships in the way of gifts wasn't new to Azula. Firelord Sozin sealed his friendship with Avatar Roku with a gift, right?

Katara blinked. And then her lips spread out in that shy little smile that Azula will never admit as her favourite. "I thought you wouldn't want to." Katara explained. "Aang thought that too. But Zuko and Sokka said I was being an idiot and I should've given this to you sooner."

Azula frowned. Why would Katara consult with Azula's wimp brother and his idiot boyfriend over a simple gift? It's not really that big of a deal, right?

"Okay, rule number one," Azula said, hoping to get the weirdness out of her head, "Never listen to anything our stupid brothers say, yeah? One moment you're all knowledgable and then the next moment you talk to them and lose your brain to the dark spirits."

Katara laughed. A really pretty sound. But Azula had no idea why she was laughing. She didn't even make a joke, for Agni's sake!

But, she was doing something right?

...

[One month ago]

Katara's visit to Azula's chambers had been frequent ever since she'd given her the necklace. Azula had been complaining (but not really) about how she needs to respect the Fire princess's boundaries and personal space.

But, Katara, had just barged in through her door, plopping down right next to her on the bed. If she'd been any closer, she would've landed right on Azula's lap and the princess would've exploded from the sheer pressure of proximity.

"Hi." Katara beamed, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Don't you have any other person you'd like to torture with your presence?" Azula rolled her eyes, trying to put some distance between them but failing miserably.

"No." Katara slid in closer, making Azula's heart rate skyrocket. "Not when you're right here."

Azula gave her a look, that conveyed pure annoyance. And yet, the waterbender only grinned wider.

"You're annoying." Azula stated.

"I know."

"But today it's tenfold."

"Not without reason."

Azula looked at her with a slight raise of her brow.

Katara seemed to read her like a book as she opened her mouth to explain. "I went down to the printer with Aang, and guess what?"

Azula rolled her eyes. "No."

Katara squealed and pulled out a scroll and unrolled it. "The invitation! It's ready!"

Azula looked at the neatly painted design of the invite held in Katara's delicate hand. But she was more enraptured by the hand that was holding it rather than the invite itself. She traced the smooth, brown fingers with her eyes, moving up along the arm and to Katara's neck where her necklace hung. She gulped, thinking of the time when Katara gave her a necklace and the thoughts of the very neck that had plagued her brain after it had happened. Her eyes then landed on Katara's lips and they looked so soft, so full, that Azula wanted nothing more than to know what they tasted like.

When she lifted her eyes up, her heart stopped when she found Katara was looking directly at her. Her blue eyes shined of something that Azula couldn't quite pin-point. It was like the vast expanse of the entire ocean had come crashing down on Azula and she was drowning. Fast.

Azula's hand found a mind of it's own, placing itself on Katara's thigh in a feather light touch, feeling the roughness of her fabric all the way up to her hips where her body curved.

She let out a rough breath, her mind not really catching up with her mouth as she asked, "When?"

She wasn't really sure what she meant by asking the waterbender that question, but she had strong suspicions that it had nothing to do with the invitation the girl was holding and rather had everything to do with the girl herself.

Katara, seemed to be stuck in the same daze as her, her eyes glossing over when it landed on Azula's lips and meeting her gaze again. "Soon." She panted out.

Azula's foggy brain couldn't really register what they were talking about, but before she even had the time to ask, Katara stood up from the bed and rushed out of the room, her face glowing red.

Only then, air seemed to fill Azula's lungs. She shook her head, trying to make sense of what just happened. But then her eyes fell on the scroll splayed on the bed, and she recognised the shape of Katara's and her own name written on it.

She wanted us to go as dates to this wedding? That was what she was excited about?!

Azula groaned as she fell back on her bed.

...

[Present day]

Azula feels rough hands pulling her aside.

When she stepped inside the wedding hall, she did not expect it to be this . . . lavish. And she certainly wasn't prepared to get man-handled by-

"Sokka?!" Azula exclaims. "Get your filthy hands off me, peasant!" But when she saw panic filling his eyes, her demeanor became more serious.

"Why aren't you dressed up?!" He whisper-yells so that no one could hear it except them.

"What do you mean?" Azula looks confused. "I'm the Fire princess. I'm always dressed up!"

"No, you idiot!" And Azula would've smacked him right there if he didn't sound so worried. "Why aren't you- . . . Okay, you know what? Come with me."

He pulls her outside to the way leading to their respective chambers.

...

Azula feels good about her appearance. She really does. Whether she'd like to admit it or not, but Sokka did a wonderful job picking out her outfit and appearance. But what she doesn't feel good about is how her brother Zuko, is making her hold his arm while walking her down the aisle that is meant for the people getting married and their best, closest people.

She looks all around, extemely confused.

What in the name of Agni is going on?!

She doesn't really get it. Is this a sick joke that they're all trying to play on her?!

But that Admiral from a Fire Nation Colony wouldn't be sitting over there, picking his ear if it was really a joke, right?

"It's a big day, Azula." Zuko whispers beside her. "You can at least try to smile, right?"

She opens her mouth to respond. To ask him what the heck is going on. But before she could open her mouth, Zuko steps her up to the stage, and silently relieves himself to the sidelines.

She blinks, trying so hard to wake up from this stupid dream. She came here as Katara's date, right? Then why is her brother making her get on stage?! Why are all the people she knew her whole life and and a bunch of other people who are majorly from the Water Tribes are occupying the hall right now?!

And where the hell is Katara?!

Azula thinks hard. Really hard. But she really can't put a finger on it. Something's strange and it feels like she's the only person in the room who doesn't get it. Standing up here on stage, next to Sokka's big grin, and a bunch of other 'important' people looking up at her from their seats below the stage, wasn't really the place where she thought she'd realise she's dumb.

Maybe she was going crazy, after all.

She turns to Aang sharing the stage with her, who's wearing his traditional monk clothing he wore for her brother's coronation. When his eyes fall on her, he gives her an encouraging smile.

Suddenly, a traditional Water Tribe flute begins to play a tune and everyone in the hall stands up.

Azula recognises the tune. It's the wedding tune played for when the bride enters the wedding hall. Then she suddenly realises that the same tune was playing when she entered the hall too with Zuko holding her hand.

Wait-

She's the bride?! How and why is she the bride?! And why is the tune playing again if she had already entered the hall?! There are TWO brides?!

Suddenly, all heads turn to the entrance of the hall and Azula whips her head around too; to see what the hell it's all about.

The moment her eyes land on the entrance, her jaw practically hangs. Walking in, wearing a blue, flowing, elegant dress Azula's ever seen on a human, is Katara. Her hair's in a bun, her iconic hair-loopies hanging loose to frame her face. And somehow, the prettiest thing she's wearing is the smile on her face.

Her hand is tucked inside her father's arm, who's wearing the traditional Water Tribe Chief's attire, walking the waterbender down the aisle. She's holding a bouquet of fire lilies in her hand and they contrast pleasantly with her blue dress.

When they finally reach the stage, Katara steps up while her father moves to the sidelines to stand beside Zuko.

And that's when Katara's eyes fall on her.

And just like that, Azula's head falls into a spiral, realisation hitting her like a battering ram.

The necklace . . . The invitation . . . The wedding-

OH LORD AGNI, SHE'S GETTING MARRIED TO KATARA!!!!

Panic grips her heart.

Azula isn't dumb. She swears she isn't.

She literally conquered Ba Sing Se without a single casualty and with only three people. She's the greatest mastermind in the whole world and she knows how to manipulate people like she knows the back of her own hand.

So, she really should've seen this coming from miles away when she had the chance, right? RIGHT?????

Right . . .

She fucking did NOT!!

Katara looks at her with a furrowed brow. "Hey . . . Are you okay?"

"WE'RE GETTING MARRIED?!?!"

The entire rooms falls silent.

Katara looks taken aback by the question. "What-?!"

"WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME?!?!"

Katara's frown deepens. "Azula, what are you talking about?! Of course you knew!"

"No, I didn't!!"

"What?!"

"I didn't realise it until now! You've all been lying to me?!"

Katara gets a bit closer to her, in a attempt to calm her down. "No one was lying to you, Azula, what are you talking about?!"

"I thought you invited me to this wedding as your date! You didn't tell me that WE are the ones getting married!!"

The waterbender's eyes are wide, taking a moment to grasp the information. "What do you mean?! I literally gave you a betrothal necklace and showed you our wedding invitations!!"

Azula blinks. "I thought the betrothal necklace was a gift of friendship. I didn't know you were actually asking me to marry you!!"

"Don't be riddiculous, Azula. Stop it. This isn't funny!"

Azula shakes her head. "No, it really isn't funny. I swear until like twenty minutes ago, I was standing way over there waiting for you to be my date for the wedding. Sokka literally had to dress me up again!!"

Katara gasps, her eyes getting glossy. Silence hangs heavily in the hall, the people looking at the both of them like a volleyball court.

The waterbender takes a moment to speak. "So . . . So you . . . You really didn't know?"

"I did not."

A single tear falls from Katara's eye and Azula's heart shatters. "Y- You don't . . . You don't want to marry me?" Katara's voice is feeble, at the verge of breaking down.

Azula closes her mouth, pulling her head back, stunned. She looks around the hall, to see shocked faces, looking at the stage with wide eyes.

The gravity of the situation decends on Azula. She singlehandedly is ruining the most extravagant wedding she's ever witnessed. And the irony is that it's her wedding. She's wanted nothing more than to call Katara her own, but this truly is shocking to anyone who doesn't even realise that they're getting married! Like, seriously. Why didn't people make it more clear to her?!

Seeing Azula's lack of reply, Katara does break down. She lets out a loud sob, before stepping down the stage quickly to walk away.

"Katara, wait!" Azula exclaims. The princess's nerves finally, FINALLY do their goddamn job and jolts her muscles awake, and as quick as her own lightning, she steps down the stage behind Katara and grabs her wrist from behind. The waterbender lets out a gasp, being pulled to a sudden stop.

Azula flips the girl around, pulling her close. Katara's eyes are filled to the brim with tears, leaking out now and then and Azula can't help but wipe them away.

"You're annoying." The princess says softly. "You're stubborn and irritating and you stick to my side like an elbow leech. You're a pain in my ass and I've been wanting to make you my wife ever since, just to pay you back on how much you annoy me."

Katara's lips fall open, her eyes wide and attentive.

"So, stop crying those pathetic little tears and come marry me." Azula says as she wipes another steak of tear falling down the waterbender's cheek. "Come on."

Azula pulls Katara's wrist back to the stage, and the whole hall erupts in cheers. Aang reads the vows and much to Azula's delight, Katara's tears stop.

But she still isn't 100% herself, and Azula notices it. When Aang asks them both whether they would care for each other in sickness and in health, and take each other as wives, Katara only replies with a feeble "I do" and falls silent again.

"I do." Azula says with a smile, but it falters when Katara doesn't smile back.

...

Azula enters Katara's chambers that night, noticing at once that it was decorated completely with rose petals and fire lilies. A pleasant smell hits her nose and candle lamps light up the entire room with an incandescent glow.

She steps inside, closes and locks the door behind her. When she turns around, her eyes fall on a small frame, sitting on the bed hugging her knees with her head tucked in between them.

Katara.

Azula takes determined steps forward. She reaches her wife in no time and sits beside her cautiously. She's pretty sure Katara's aware of her presence but the waterbender doesn't really respond to it. Azula blinks, her head racing with a million thoughts.

"Hey . . ." Azula says softly. "Look at me . . ."

"Go away." Katara's muffled voice demands, and to Azula, it sounds like she's been crying again.

"I will not." Azula says firmly. "Not unless you look at me."

A beat passes, before Katara sniffles and lifts her head up. Azula's gut bottoms out as she takes a look at her wife's face. It's puffy and red from all the crying and the princess had to admit that she looked kinda cute.

"Leave me alone!" Katara says before letting her head fall again.

"Nuh-uh." Azula disagrees before moving closer and wrapping her fingers around Katara's wrists to pry them open. "We're going to-"

As soon as Azula touches her, Katara bursts. "Leave me alone! Leave me alone! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!"

The waterbender pulls her hand away from Azula's grip and starts hitting her, landing blows blindly, anywhere she can find, all the while screaming, "Leave me alone!"

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW! Stop it, Katara, STOP IT!!"

But Katara doesn't stop. "How dare you do that to me?! How dare you scare me like that?!"

Azula lets out a laugh.

"Don't laugh, you idiot!" Katara hits her shoulders, then arms, then legs, and Azula braces herself from the blows, laughing non-stop. "I thought I made a terrible mistake! Like I was forcing myself on you! I hated myself for it!! How dare you scare me like that?!"

Azula finds a gap between blows and wraps her arms around Katara's hips, pulling her forward to her body and holding her close. Katara struggles to get out of her grip, to land some more blows, but Azula's stronger.

"Well . . . you guys are pretty shit at informing people about their own wedding!!" Azula guffaws, placing her hand on Katara's head and pulling it close to her shoulder.

Unable to hit Azula anymore due to the proximity, Katara gives up, clutching onto the firebender's collars desperately. "And you are pretty shit at marrying me!" She shrieks, moving closer to Azula and burying her face in her neck. "I will absolutely murder you, if you do something like that again!"

Azula could do nothing but chuckle. "If only it were true."

Katara looks up at her instantly, pulling Azula forward by her collar. "I mean it, princess! Don't you ever think about doing that to me ever again. And if you leave me for somebody else, I will personally track you down and kill the bitch who stole you from me. Understood?"

Azula smirks, getting lost in Katara's stare. "Yes ma'am."

"Okay. Good." Katara says, before slowly letting her lips curve into that shy smile that always took Azula's breath away.

"You're mood swings are worse than falling from an airship."

Katara giggles before hitting Azula's chest playfully. "Shut up!"

Azula gasps. "You can't tell me what to do!"

"Actually, I can. I'm your wife now, remember?" The waterbender lifts a single eyebrow, a smirk on her face.

"Well, in that case-" Azula says before pushing Katara flat on her back on the bed. "-I believe we have some wife businesses to attend to."

Katara gasps. "Like what?" She whispers.

"For starters-" The princess dips her head down place a feather soft kiss on Katara's neck, finally getting to experience a fantasy that's been hogging her brain forever.

"Azulaaaaaa" Katara whines, low and deep, not really wanting her mood to shift.

Azula stares at her wife. Her annoying, defiant, resilient, stubborn, head-strong, spirited, sophisticated, and beautiful wife.

If she's dumb, then she's the luckiest dumb person on the planet.

***

😭😭😭

there you have it!

thank you @edy-lyy for sending me this wonderful idea through your ask!!!! i had soooo much fun writing this.

also, if you see any typos, no you didn't 🙈🙈

[rosedom]

ⓘ THIS EVENT IS NOW CLOSED.

"it's high time for an open competition, now, isn't it? welcome to . . . ROSEY'S NSFW ALPHABET EVENT !!

ft. genshin impact male characters

send me an ask of one of the genshin guys with the letters u want to see me answer !! characters will be sub && bottom, and most likely FTM.

for example:

"aether with letters A, B, C, D, & E?"

ⓘ pls be warned that my headcanons are not guaranteed to match yours. by now, you know my blog and know how i roll: what i list will be aligned as such.

"choose a character and select the letters down below of what you would like answered. have fun choosing your opponent and your plays, [PLAYER] !!"

A = aftercare (what he's like after sex, what he needs from his partner)

B = body part (his favorite body part of his and also his partner’s)

C = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

E = experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)

F = favorite position (this goes without saying . . . )

G = goofy (is he more serious in bed? is he playful, humorous? etc.)

H = hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I = intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect !)

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K = kink (one or more of his kinks)

L = location (favorite places to do the do)

M = motivation (what turns him on and really gets him going)

N = no (something he wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = pace (does he prefer fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often he likes them, etc.)

R = risk (is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc.)

S = stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

T = toys (does he own toys? does he use them? how often? on a partner or himself?)

U = unfair (how much he likes to tease)

V = volume (how loud he is, what sounds does he make, etc.)

W = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes !!)

Y = yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Z = zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards . . .)

ⓘ template taken from 【 x 】 && slightly edited to fit my preferences.

this is relatively informal, so please do not be shy !!

1 APR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

[stealingyourbones]

I can see Danny's ghost side affecting his human side and he starts to develope something along the lines of poliosis. After meeting the Bat Clan and meeting Jason in particular, they bond over their deaths and having white streaks of hair.

Oh Danny having matching white hair stripes with Jason is truly beautiful I love it so much.

Danny’s hair is like frighteningly white. Like people will normally assume that you’ve dyed your hair if you have a white streak in your hair at that young age.

Danny has absolutely no idea how to respond to the questions people bombard him with asking what hair dying processes he went through. Dying black hair to pure white takes some potentially dangerously strong levels of bleach and has a very high possibility of permanently damaging your hair if you do it wrong.

Danny’s go to response that it’s actually a medical issue and not hair dye normally makes people back off but on this one day this person just won’t stop asking. They continue to pester and ask exactly the medical condition and what was the cause of said condition. Danny feels trapped and is very overwhelmed but suddenly the person backs off.

Danny looks up to see a very tall and intimidating guy with a leather jacket berating his inquirer on personal privacy and keeping to yourself before turning to Danny.

The biker’s eyes slightly widen taking in Danny’s appearance and smiles in what could almost be a friendly grin for a Gothamite. “Well I’ll be damned. We match.” 

Sure enough, the big biker guy has an almost identical white streak in his hair to Danny’s.

Danny’s nervous grin he had plastered onto his face shifts into a genuine smile. He light heartedly shrugs his shoulders, “Guess we do. Small world and all that.”

“Yeah… Speaking of small world kid, your voice sounds familiar, have we met?”

Actually… now that the guy said it, his voice sounded familiar as well. Danny wracked his brain for any possible previous meetings with this guy. At first he thought it was just a coincidence but then he remembered the phone call he interrupted and then joined in with Dick heckling and chatting to someone on the other end.

“Oh shit, YOU’RE Jason?!”

[maskyartist]

@mirrow-hamato and @warning-heckmouth both have violently infected me with brainworms after seeing their posts on Clay being the one in the Diamond instead of Floyd so may I offer y’all fine Clay lovin folks-

A lil bit of my own personal Crystal Clear Clay AU :)

Under the cut don’t wanna make it long but yeah lil ficlet under the cut cause this concept has me insane bonkers crazy! And if I can’t draw it may as well write it

The room was dark and quiet. The air, cold and empty, as lifeless as the little creature trapped in its cage feels in this moment. Then again, is it new? To feel so much smaller? So much weaker?

Clay curls up in the silence of the recording booth, tail tucked neatly under his head as he stares at his reflection in the crystalline wall of his Diamond prison.

How long has it been? Since he’s been stolen away from the Putt Putts? How long has he been syphoned of his essence, of his talent? How long has he had to deal with the constant existence that was Velvet and Veneer? And Crimp, too, he supposes.

He really doesn’t like Velvet. Then again, she doesn’t like him, either. They were aiming for Floyd. Clay may not know much beyond the walls of the Putt Putt Greens, but he knows his brothers. Remembers them well enough. He knew Floyd would always strive for bigger and better things. He thrived under the spotlight, it shouldn’t surprise him that’s who the twins wanted. Floyd would’ve made a great solo career…

They didn’t get John Dory, the leader with a voice that could truly project across entire stadiums, no microphone required.

They didn’t get Spruce, the confidence, the posture, the heartthrob personality that must be carrying him now. He was such a charmer.

They didn’t get Floyd, who’s already incredible enough for reasons stated earlier.

Even Bitty B…sweet little Branch. The voice of an angel, that’s what he had. He would rather die then let his babiest brother get hurt like this, but he knows.

Anyone is better then Clay.

.

.

.

“Which one was he again…? The stupid one or something?” Veneer asks, mostly to his sister as he looks Clay over in his newly obtained prison.

“The uh…the fun one.” Clay murmured. “I’m the fun one.”

“Since when?” Velvet plucked the capsule from Veneer’s hands to glare at him. Clay was never tough. He just presses further into the Diamond walls. She rolls her eyes and looks at her brother. “This is why I don’t let you do important tasks! We were supposed to get a talented one, not some run down side-show!”

Veneer pouts at his sister, crossing his arms. “He’s still part of Brozone! Maybe he’s got some talent left?”

“There better be! That’s the only reason we needed one of them, and this one better be worth it!” Velvet huffs. “Hopefully, we’ll find some actual talent on the way home.”

.

.

.

He’s not stupid. Probably one of the smartest out of his brothers, at this point. He knew from the moment the band became popular he was no one’s favorite. Always the other brother. Always the yellow one. People never knew his name. Just his title. He never got much fanmail, or cheers, or anything, really. He was just…

The funny one. And now he’s not even that anymore.

Even more humiliating, Clay was no one without that title. No one without the band. No one without his brothers. He wanted to find people who respected him, took him seriously, and now…

A sigh. Clay stares at the purple walls of his prison and can only do one thing.

Accept defeat, and wait for whatever happens next-

*clatter! clang!*

-…maybe the AC’s acting up. Doesn’t change that Clay can only give up hope and-

*BAM!*

“MR. CLAY!”

-“Viva?!”

Jolting to his feet, Clay races to the very front of his prison, paws presses to the Diamond wall as he watches Viva land with surprising accuracy. If he wasn’t so amazed, he’d give her 10 across the board. What a landing, ladies and gentlemen, what a landing, indeed.

Feeling Viva’s paws press to his, the warmth radiating through the thick crystal walls, makes Clay relax with a happy smile. He didn’t think seeing a familiar face would feel so good.

“You still have my braid?” Viva asks, causing Clay to smile brighter. She loves braiding peoples hair, and Clay was her favorite subject, since his tends to stick in strange places.

Just before he was stolen away, Viva managed to put a small braid in his hair while he was asleep. Took him all day to figure out it was there. Now…

He shrugs. “Looks too nice to get rid of now, dontcha think?” He runs a paw through the braid. A few strands stick out here and there, but he can fix it. He will fix it. He can’t lose this piece of her.

Turning to the task at hand, Clay gazed at Viva. “What’re you doing here? How did you even find me?” He has to ask, because there’s no way. There’s no possible way-

Viva gives him a nervous smile. “Well, after you got taken, I might’ve spent some time alone…thinking…”

Clay’s heart aches. He didn’t want to scare Viva. He promised to always be there for her. Be by her side. Never leave like the people she had before. They were family, forever and always. And yet…

With a shake of her head, the cheeriness returns full force. “I couldn’t leave you out here to dry! So, I followed the footsteps, and after a bit of sneaking and searching, BAM!” A powerful karate slice in the air. Viva flashes Clay a broad grin, all fangs and fake confidence. “I found you!”

Clay can’t help but be stunned.

“You left the village…to find me?” Clay whispers, utterly astonished at the idea. Why would she? Just for him? “But, aren’t you scared?”

“Oh, terrified!”

Same ol’ Viva, it seems…

She presses harder on the Crystal, determination clear on her face. “But it’s like we always say. No Troll left behind. Not again.”

With that, Clay watches as Viva backs up to reach into her hair, pulling out two large sticky hands. Holding the leads like whips, she tosses both atop the bottle and steadies her footing. Then, the bottle begins to tip. Back and forth, back and forth. Clay is wobbled here and there, only catching up to her plan on his second hit into a wall. She’s trying to…unscrew the top? With the sticky hands, it seems. Clay would have more hope, but…

“Viva-!” Ouch, now he’s on the floor again. And thrown against a wall. And on the floor. Wall. Floor. Wall again, or is this meant to be the floor?

“VIVA, STOP!”

The Diamond stops with a clatter, Clay finally sitting up with steadiness again. Oof, he thinks he might hurl… The container has been tipped to its side, and Viva clearly hasn’t heeded his advice, as she now uses the sticky hands as grips for her paws to dig and attempt to twist the top off.

“Hold on!” She struggles, voice hitched as she tries her hardest. It’s like with the tunnel, watching her bloody her paws trying to dig through rubble and debris for just a chance to find them all again. “I can do it! I can! I’ll get you home, a-and we’ll all be safe again.”

“Viva…”

“We’ll fortify the defenses! You’re super good at that! Maybe a thicker door?”

“Viva.”

“More turf, too, could definitely use more turf. Is it a bad idea to pull our pods underground-?”

“Viva!”

Finally, she stops, staring at Clay who stares right back. He wants to hold her face. He wants to wipe her panicked tears and swear up and down it’ll all be okay.

Instead, all he can do is lay his paws on the wall, and feel her warmth as she moves from sticky hand to Diamond. Just to indulge him… She’s too selfless sometimes.

“This case…” A shake of his head. “It’s made of Diamond. Enchanted Diamond. There’s one thing can shatter Enchanted Diamond.”

“Ah-hah!” Viva grins. “I’ll find a Diamond breaking Hammer and come back-!”

“No, Viva, the perfect family harmony!” Clay stomps his foot. “It’s gotta be the perfect family harmony. That’s the only magic we Trolls have that’s strong enough to shatter Diamond.”

“Oh…” Tail wrapped around her leg, Viva gives Clay a furrowed brow. “And that means…”

“I’d need my brothers.” Clay finishes. The utter hopelessness on his face makes Viva wilt herself. She knows about his brothers. He wasn’t exactly shy about it, the many years after his return to the pod, the escape from the Burgens, they had time to connect and grow close. Viva knows as much about Clay as he knows about her.

She knows how bad it was for Clay. How awful he’d feel. How forgotten he’d feel. To know it’s going to take those same brothers to save him…she must know it’d be impossible. Viva is idealistic, she’s not stupid. Not by a long stop.

He’d feel guilty, but…he can’t feel much of anything as realization crashes into him like a speeding train. “My brothers…who are so scattered, we never even sent letters…”

The brothers who must’ve fully, and completely, forgotten him by now.

“Mr. Clay, please, this can’t be the only way!”

“It is, Viva.” He admits quietly. “This is it. If I could tell you where they were, I would, but I can’t.” Clay chokes out. Because why wouldn’t he? Why can’t it hurt, knowing just how forgotten he is? Why didn’t he ever try and find them? He’s so stupid, so, so, stupid-

Just then, before Viva can say anything, the doorknob clicks open, and Clay slams his paws against the Diamond to get her attention faster then the opening door could. “You have to go. Now!”

“But, Clay-!”

“GO!” Clay demands, nearly rattling the bottle as he pushes against the Diamond, trying to push Viva towards an exit. “If they trap you too, we’re helpless!”

“Clay…”

The chatter is getting closer. Clay stares Viva right in the eye.

“Viva, you are the smartest, strongest Troll I have ever met, and I’m so proud to call you my Queen.” Putt Putt needed a ruler, after all. “So please, do this for your people… They can’t be left without a ruler.”

With a disgruntled face, a moment of hesitation, Viva grabs her sticky hands and yanks them off the Diamond casing, flinging them to the air duct above the table.

“I’LL COME BACK FOR YOU!” She swears. “I’LL FIND A WAY TO SAVE YOU! WHATEVER IT TAKES! NO TROLL LEFT BEHIND!”

Her voice fades as she tucks into the air duct, right as-

“Alright, who’s ready to start recording!”

“Ugh, Crimp! You’re already being annoying and we just got here!”

“Go be a pest somewhere else.”

-Clay sighs in relief as Velvet, Veneer, and Crimp pile into the room just as Viva manages to slip away.

Now to just make it though the day. Something that is much, much harder then it sounds.

At least it’s easy to allow that throbbing pain of having the literal talent sucked out of him to fade away when he’s lost in thought, thinking of Viva, reciting his favorite books by heart in his head…

Yet, he’s not even safe in his mind. Not when he knows the truth.

“I’LL FIND A WAY TO SAVE YOU! WHATEVER IT TAKES!”

It’d take a damn miracle to get his brothers together for long enough to practice, let alone save him from this.

“NO TROLL LEFT BEHIND!”

Then why did he leave them behind? Why was he so selfish? Why was he so stupid? And why is he still stupid, hoping they’ll magically appear, just as Viva promised?

Clay simply takes to using the reflection in his Diamond prison as a mirror to adjust his braid. Viva was the one to put it in just before his Trollnapping, after all.

At least he has one good family to hold onto…

Makes it hard to know he’ll be leaving them behind, too.

He’s such a terrible brother…no wonder he’s forgotten.

[sttoru]

idk who needs to hear this but write what the fuck u want man 😭😭 drabbles & long fics about whatevaaaaa. jus do what YOU want, not because you feel obligated to

[covenofthearticulate]

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  and maybe something with Louis and Daniel? 🥹

Sentence Starters

There are plenty of things Daniel wants to tell Louis— has dreamed about telling Louis ever since he woke up on that goddamned rotten hardwood flooring in dingy apartment back in the city. Monologues and questions all cycling through his head, mumbled under his breath, rehearsed over and over again like a one-man show until he was so certain of his argument, so convinced of his own agenda, and the only thing he ever needed was that set of viper-green eyes.

But the monologues had eventually died on his tongue, hadn't they? Faded away with that first taste of blood and fistful of auburn hair. The questions had melted into pathetic pleas, dribbling out until the words were slurred together under the promise of twin pricks at his pulse point. Even the arguments, the passionate and thorough reasoning behind his desire for the Dark Gift had shifted each night until the figure in his mind, the imaginary debate partner, had a different voice altogether, and stared back at him with brown eyes, not green.

There were new things he wanted to say, too, the next time had the pleasure of seeing Monsieur de Pointe du Lac at that table. As the world fell around them and his whole reality had exploded into a kaleidoscope, all he wanted was to keep one hand on Armand, and one hand on Louis.

I understand now.

I understand.

I'm here. I made it. Let me in.

It's pretty fucking hysterical, actually. When Louis has the audacity to ask such a thing of him now, he can't think of a damn thing to say. It's hard to think of anything to say when he's standing in Louis' house, Louis' turf, Louis' grand coven, the haven of Trinity Gate. Bastard.

But that has always been Louis' way, hasn't it? Just like Armand. A gentleman and a scholar. He asks the question like he doesn't already know the answer, like he's been listening this whole time.

Why did you pick me? Why did you leave me? How long are we going to keep pretending that you didn't fuck up my entire life?

He wants to jam the questions into Louis' head with the silent gift, right between his eyes. He knows Louis hates that, revolts against any intrusion of the sort.

But instead, he shrugs his shoulders, purses his lips.

"Your shoe's untied."

He points to the ratty, beat up laces at Louis' feet and, the second Louis glances down, Daniel finds himself cracking a smile.

"Made you look."

[froggymarsh]

It's one of those days.

"Okay, thank you."

Will breathes slow. His lungs ache, his breath catching and his eyes clenched shut. His head is nothing but static, the fuzz in his ears a deafening buzz, like screams of the dead playing on repeat forever and ever and ever and ever an-

He flinches when there's a hand in his hair, eyes snapping open to meet Tide's as he leans over the couch and gently hushes him.

"Hey, kiddo," he says, soft as the hand in Will's hair, "you're out of school for the day."

William sucks in a breath. He's crying. Who knew. He swallows, even though it fucking hurts, and rasps, "thanks, Tide."

"Shh," Tide murmurs, "no worries. Get some rest, yeah? I've got some things I need to do, but I'm just in the next room and I'll be back to check on you in a couple of hours. Call me immediately if you need anything, okay?"

Will manages a nod. His heart palpitates and his breath catches again, eyes clenching shut. Tide's hand doesn't leave, gently scratching his scalp, (which is usually comforting but today just hurts), until his heartbeat falls to something normal again and he relaxes.

Tide hovers for a moment longer before his hand slips away, and through the fuzz in his head, Will hears his footsteps pad away towards Tide's office, then a door gently clicks shut.

//

White hot pain slams into his head and ricochets down his back. He shouts, curling in on himself and clutching the back of his head with his forehead between his knees. He chokes out a sob and wails as his heart palpitates again.

"William!"

Tide comes rushing down the stairs in a cacophony of thundering footsteps. Will flinches when the light flicks on, but lifts his head when Tide kneels in front of him, tears dripping down his face.

Worried blue eyes flick over him. Will sniffles pitifully, head buzzing, limbs aching. Tide offers a pained smile.

"Let's get you back upstairs, buddy," Tide murmurs, reaching forward to tuck an arm under Will's knees and around his back before gently lifting him into his arms. Will wraps his arms around his neck and hides his face.

"You're alright, kiddo," he says, starting back upstairs, "Tide's gotcha."

//

Painkillers are a godsend.

Or at least they would be, if Will could stay solid for longer than two fucking seconds.

He falls through the floor six more times, wasting just as many pills because he can't stay solid enough to swallow them, until the seventh and eighth try. He chokes them down with a glass of milk and some burned honey toast while Tide hauls a couch into his office.

He rubs the butt of his palm up and down the center of his chest, breathing in and out as his heart goes crazy. (How is he standing. Doesn't matter.) He wanders into Tide's office, dragging behind him the comforter off his bed and the oversized dragon plush they got for Vyncent that one movie night forever ago.

Tide fluffs up a pillow and tosses it against one of the arms of the couch before turning to him. "This alright?"

Will sniffles, croaking, "Yeah. Thanks."

Tide ruffles his hair. "Glad to help, kiddo."

Will settles on the couch, curling up around the dragon, (it's half as big as he is), rubbing his cheek against the fluff of its face as Tide gets him a water bottle and tucks him in with the comforter.

"D'you think we could install anti-ghost force fields in all of the floors?" Will asks.

"That might come back to bite us later," Tide returns, smiling warmly, "but I'll talk to Ms G and see what we can do."

"Thanks, Tide."

Tide ruffles his hair again. "Get some rest, kiddo."

//

William manages a few hours of sleep before Dakota shouts "WE'RE BACK!" across the entire base.

Tide offers a quiet apology to Will as he leaves the office. Distantly, and in a half-asleep haze, William can make out quiet conversation- Dakota getting lightly scolded, both Kota and Vyncent apologizing, then a scuttle and scraping chairs, then-

Then footsteps rapidly approaching his location as Dakota bursts into the office and says, several decibels too loud, "Will! You feelin' any better?"

William whines at him. Dakota snickers as he hides his face. He didn't mean to do that.

"Quiet, Dakota," Tide scolds lightly.

"Sorry, sorry, didn't realize we had a baby on hand."

William glares at him. "Mm not a baby."

Dakota pets his hair, "uh huh. Not at all."

"Go away."

"Will do, boss," Dakota grins at him, then turns and strides out of the office, "hey Vync! Wanna go train?"

"We have homework!

"C'mon! Just really fast!"

//

Vyncent sits in front of the couch with his back to Will. They moved it back out of Tide's office after Dakota kept bouncing in and out and interrupting his work- but now Dakota is occupied with animal crossing on the other couch, doing his chores for the day before he starts on his homework.

Will is asleep, wrapped around their dragon plush- (he doesn't mind the borrowing of it, Will bought it, they can have joint custody)- but he does mind the fact that Will sounds like he's dying.

He can't help but keep glancing back at him every time he breathes weird- like one breath right after another, but too fast, like his lungs are trying to beat each other in a race or something. Really weird. Really worrying. And he keeps flickering blue while he does it, as if he's going to fall through the floor. He's gone invisible once or twice, too.

Vyncent carefully reaches out to brush Will's hair out of his face. Will flinches when he does. He pulls his hand back, but soon brown eyes are blearily blinking open.

"Sorry," Vyncent immediately says, as those brown eyes focus on him, "I didn't mean to wake you up."

Will sniffles, his breathing evening out. He just blinks at him until tears well up in his eyes, and he turns to hide his face in the fluff of the dragon.

Vyncent panicks. "Aw- Will, I said I was- I said sorry, I'm sorry, don't hide-"

"He's okay," Dakota cuts in. When Vyncent looks over he's dropped the switch a little, yellow eyes focused on the two of them, "he gets shy when he's all vulnerable and scared like this. You didn't do anything wrong."

Vyncent pauses, eyes flicking back to Will. His breathing has started hitching again.

"Right," he mutters.

William trembles under the comforter, his hands bunched up around his face, pressing the dragon's face to his cheek. Vyncent turns a little, reaching up with one hand- carefully prying Will's off the dragon and lacing their fingers together. Will squeezes once. It feels like a thank you.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asks.

Will shakes his head.

"He doesn't like asking for help," Dakota answers, "but he likes the company."

Vyncent nods, rubbing his thumb gently across the back of Will's hand. "I've got you, bud."

[kivaember]

im sleepy from work so im just like. gonna write a cute little coffee shop au drabble of rusty teaching 621 to ride a bicycle ok

Raven was rarely self-conscious. It wasn't because he lacked any sense of shame or awareness, but because Walter and the Hounds had taught him early on that it was pointless to stress over the opinions of complete strangers. It was a liberating mindset to have, and he stuck by it religiously.

However...

"It's alright, buddy, I'm here. I won't let you fall."

...it seemed there were some things that still got him flustered.

Raven fought down the flush he could feel scorching his cheeks, painfully aware of Rusty's hand against his own. It was a bright summer's day, which brought with it a sticky heat that made Raven horribly aware of how hot and sweaty he was - how hot and sweaty his hand was.

But that wasn't what was flustering him. Around him people ambled past, enjoying their time at the sprawling public park while the weather was good, not paying much attention to Raven, awkwardly perched on a bicycle, and Rusty, who was gently keeping him upright by holding onto the handlebars.

"Just try cycling slowly, and get your balance," Rusty said, either politely ignoring or oblivious to Raven trying not to spontaneously combust. "Once you've got your rhythm, I'll let go, alright?"

Raven nodded stiffly, and cautiously he lifted his foot from where it was braced on the cycle path, immediately keeping the bicycle try to pitch to the side. He made a small noise - startled - but Rusty tightened his grip on the handlebars, easily keeping him upright through pure strength alone.

"I've got you," Rusty murmured.

Argh.

Raven couldn't really pinpoint what was getting him so hot and bothered and self-conscious about this whole scenario. He'd been intrigued when Rusty floated the idea of teaching him to ride a bike - so that they could go on bike rides together sometime - but now that he was sitting on said bike, in public, with Rusty murmuring gently at him, hand over his... he felt like he was going to explode, his stomach a nest for carnivorous butterflies.

What a novel experience, he couldn't help but muse, I hate it.

But he tried to power through it. He started to pedal, awkwardly, and the bike moved forwards at a snail's pace. Rusty walked alongside, keeping him steady, and the bike gradually picked up speed.

"You're doing just fine, buddy," Rusty said. "See? Not even a wobble this time. I'm gonna let go in a sec, okay?"

Raven nodded stiffly, horribly aware that his face was likely bright red, and his heart leapt in his chest when Rusty let go as he warned, taking away that steady support.

The effect was immediate: his bike wobbled, and Raven sharply turned the handlebars to counteract - only to feel himself start to pitch, so frantically turned them the other way-!

"Whoa, whoa-!" Rusty hurriedly grasped onto the handlebars, stopping him from colliding right into a lamppost and steering him back down the path. "That was close...!"

Raven groaned quietly, and lowered his foot onto the ground, stopping the bike.

{I'm too bad at this,} he signed.

Rusty laughed. "Everyone's bad when they first start."

Logically, Raven knew that, but illogically he still felt self-conscious and embarrassed. He wasn't sure why... it wasn't that he was embarrassed about struggling to ride a bike in public, he didn't care what people thought when looking on-

Oh.

Raven looked at Rusty, realisation dawning. No, he wasn't embarrassed about struggling in public, but in front of Rusty...

Since they'd met, Raven had excelled in most things they did together. Building model kits, fighting in the AC arena, playing video games... Raven lost in their little competitions, but he never failed. Even that disastrous hiking attempt they'd tried, Raven hadn't felt all that embarrassed about it because it had been a health issue - even if he did feel guilty about ruining Rusty's plans.

This was different. This was him humiliating himself over a simple activity that children as young as five could achieve. This wasn't the first time he'd almost crashed, or fallen over, or whatever. They'd been at this all morning, and he still couldn't cycle more than a handful of seconds by himself before pitching or swerving wildly.

His shoulders slumped slightly. Rusty had been pretty excited about the idea of them cycling together too...

{I'm really bad,} he signed, not bothering to hide his despondancy. {I'm taking too long to learn, I'm sorry.}

Rusty didn't immediately say anything, and Raven avoided making eye contact. After a pause, Rusty sighed quietly and rested a hand atop of his head, his fingers gently running through Raven's hair.

"Hey, it's alright. This is just the first lesson, so it's not like I'm expecting you to be a cycling master after a few hours," he said gently. "But... if it's stressing you out, we can just leave it here. I don't want you to force yourself if you're not enjoying it, Raven."

Ugh, that wasn't what Raven meant! Rusty was always making compromises for him like this... just once, Raven wanted to compromise for him!

Raven ducked his head out from under Rusty's hand, and when his boyfriend made a puzzled noise, pushed off the ground and started cycling hard.

"Ah-!? Raven-!??"

No more hesitating. No more moping. He was going to become a good cyclist, no matter how clumsy or bad at steering he was! He was going to catch up to Rusty-!

"Raven! Wait, wait, wait! You're going off the path- RAVEN! THE POND-!"

-

One unintentional pond dive and a broken bike wheel later, it was mutually agreed that maybe they should've started with training wheels...

[serenescribe]

Three sentence meme!

Lilia staying up at night to comfort young Silver who had a nightmare~

[✐meme] three sentence fic meme [✐] ficlet frenzy

Spindly fingers smooth over a trembling back, an arm curling a little tighter around Silver as Lilia pulls him closer into his warm embrace. "Steady now, dear," he coos, his words calm as he feels his son hiccup in his arms, trying to get his breathing under control. "It was only a nightmare; I am perfectly fine, see?"

Still, for all his concentrated efforts to keep his composure, ensuring his words are measured and soothing, the fae cannot help the sliver of uncertainty that has wedged itself within his heart — Silver is only seven, fresh into his training for his future knighthood, so how is it that he is already having such vivid nightmares about his father's demise?

(Another part of him wonders — as he soothes the boy, tucking him back into bed as he sweeps stray strands of hair out of his eyes — how has he earned such loving affection to the extent where Silver's worst fear is to see Lilia die before his very eyes?)

[tojisun]

Soap wearing 91 aka tyler seguin number 👀👀 where his sports illustrated body issue 🤣

HHHHH the way id buy/trade for mactavish (91) (or all of ‘specgru’) hockey cards!!

i need johnny in this fr

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Okay, Ari, I NEED TO VENT.

I am just OBSESSED with the vision of Suguru growing old, and maybe, if he wants to, having kids, like UGH how cute is that?

And he would look SO GOOD TOO.

Definitely one to grey late (not that it matters that much, but still, that's my vision).

AND JUST UGH he'd be so loving towards everyone – his partner, his friends, his children (the girls and any other if he has any), dogs, cats, birds, whatever

Now I'm just going to go into a little corner and cry.

REAL ASF OF U ANON ‼️‼️‼️‼️ i think abt this all the time too……. sugu w gray hair is just 😵‍💫😵‍💫 JUST……. sooooooo attractive it hurts. ohhh he would be such a silver fox…… i’m obsessed

AND OFCCC HE WOULD BE SO LOVING AND CARING <3333 i think he mellows out and matures so much with age …. his devotion turns into something so soft and grounding. 🥺🥺 i need him so bad he would be the BEST husband i won’t take any criticism….. personally i don’t rlly see him having any biological kids BUTTT HE WOULD TOTALLY ADOPT NANAMIMI and a bunch of kitties :333 maybe a dog too …… and ofc he would just be the sweetest papa ever!!! T—T he rlly is just. so full of love. i think he becomes so much more open with it as he ages and it flows out so naturally. he’s a lover he’s a father he’s the only man ever <33

[raitrolling]

Aren't I hurting anyone? Perhaps it's time for me to tear apart For what it is I've been Denote my place within humanity Projecting by my will I've been amassing solid iron claws Ignore the rottenness My recitals will decay in a flash

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