#loyalty and limerence

[serendipitys-teapot]

🥰Here is the second commission I had sketched by the wonderful @destinysquared for my fic Loyalty and Limerence in celebration of it reaching 500 kudos on AO3. This scene is taken from Part 2, Chapter 25 as they celebrate their victory after the suicide mission. Jane Shepard stumbles upon a copy of the Shepard VI and teases her brother, John, relentlessly. He is not amused.

Thank you so much again to the lovely artist, @destinysquared for all your time and effort. If anyone is interested in getting a sketch, the prices are super awesome and I highly recommend!! Check out the commission info!

[shini--chan]

R, U and Z from the yandere alphabet for finland please?

Yandere Finland - Ophanim

Ra - Would they stalk you? How closely would you be watched while under their care?

Yes, like a ghost more or less. The thing is, he wants you to know that you are being watched. Timo wants you to become jittery and scared, that you feel his eyes following you. Should you not notice him so fast, then he'll help you along a bit. Furniture will be moved around the place you live and things will go missing only to reappear a few days later. Food would be taken out of your fridge and the bed you made in the morning would be rumpled. 

Terrorising you wouldn't be the primary goal in mind here, even though he is a hunter at heart, so don't worry. All of this would be to get to know you better. People only show their true colours in high stress situations, and this would just be one of many ways of cracking all your barriers open. Also, you would be seeking comfort because of the nerve wrecking experience, and he'd be happy to sooth your worries. If he'd go far enough, maybe you'll feel more comfortable in his living space than your own and end up moving to his place. Aside from that, there would be a novelty in the experience of visiting your home both officially and unofficially. 

When you are permanently with him, then matters would be very different. Home is where the heart lies and he wants your heart to lie with him - so, he'll try to make you as comfortable as possible. Though, he'd still watch you closely, and play it off as being besotten. Reflections would be commonly used to watch you discreetly and he'll set up a lot of motion-triggered cameras in the garden. The excuse would be that he likes to watch wild life. 

Ullr - How would they deal with competition? How do they deal with threats in general?

He'd first check how deep their commitment to you goes - asking subtly or not so subtly how they feel about you. Maybe he'll spirit you away for a week or two, a short holiday, and then inquire again. Limerence is intense, but once contact is broken it doesn't last long, so there is the hope a separation will solve the problem. 

If not, then maybe he just has to demonstrate that you are his. A hand on your waist, his jacket on your shoulders, the two of you going arm in arm down the street - all ways of showing you are his. Timo could even arrange for the competition to stumble upon him showing affection to you, be it simple teasing, giving flowers or outright kissing. 

Should all that not work, then he'll encourage you to break that poor fool's heart. If you are so important to them, then surely they will listen to your work. Of course, accidents can always happen, and people go missing constantly. If a bear or a pack of wolves comes to like the taste of that waste of space, then he is not to blame. 

Zelos - How does their jealousy look like?

Timo can be very direct when it comes to his feelings, and would be fast to confront you when it comes to his jealousy. Due to being aware that his feelings for you are very "intense" and him being territorial by nature, he'll want to make sure that no misunderstandings are afoot before acting on his jealousy. 

Though, displays of his jealousy would start small, like keeping you closer in public and doing what he can to absorb most of your attention. Should the green-eyed monster grow bigger and stronger, then he would start getting passive aggressive. This would worsen the longer he is left to stew in his negative feelings. 

It could culminate in him issuing a test of loyalty. Should you pass, then all is well, for the time being. If not, then maybe you need some time alone to reconsider your choices. 

[beloved-belittled]

Yandere Cetrion x Reader 

A/N: Two stories in a single week? Don't say I don't ever treat y’all. Since I've written for Kronika and Shinnok I figured I should include her as well. Also her Tower ending… It intrigues me. It gives me ideas about a few stories is all I'll say.

TW: Platonic yandere, violence, stalking, unhealthy power dynamics, MK11 Tower ending spoilers, honestly this is pretty tame.

Out of her family she's the most likely to fall for a mortal. Cetrion genuinely cares about mortals despite her loyalty to her mother’s wishes. This is demonstrated in her Tower ending, where initially upon getting The Hourglass she creates a paradise of sorts. I imagine that in Heaven the Elder Gods are quite bored, not having much to do as their interference with the realms is limited. And Heaven isn't exactly getting invaded or falling apart anytime soon. So, I imagine they watch the happenings in the realms like it's a livestream. 

This is how Cetrion ends up discovering you, just one day while she's watching Earthrealm. Though the Gods are meant to be unbiased in their decisions, she would be lying if she said Earthrealm wasn't her favorite. Out of all the realms it's the one that's come closest to embodying virtue. What places her attention on you would be any act of good. Whether that's volunteering at a soup kitchen or an animal shelter -as long as you're helping those less fortunate you'll catch her eye.

When you do catch her eye it's hard for Cetrion to pull her attention away from you. It's as though she senses some potential in you, but can't quite place her finger on what. It isn't love at first sight, but she is intrigued with you immediately after that incident. From that point on you'll have divine eyes watching you, observing every single action and word you say without rest…

So, you better be on your best behavior! It seems like Earthrealm (for the most part) follows our history so you may not even know about the existence of Elder Gods. Even so, the burning sensation of being watched everywhere you go is too intense to be imagined. You'll likely become paranoid in public/private but not know the reason why.

Hopefully, upon getting that sensation you decide to continue being a good person. Cetrion is pleased to see such saintly behavior from you. You help others without expecting a reward and always treat others with compassion. It warms her heart to see you try to improve the world you're in even just a little.

Cetrion is also the quickest to pine for you out of her family. She falls into limerence in about a few months. That time might as well be seconds to her. Likely, you're not even the first human who she’s obsessed over. But, you're the first one where she'll actually be able to act on her feelings.

Cetrion was originally going to just hope that your soul would ascend to Heaven after your death. Maybe she would even attempt to coax you into living a righteous life, assuming she could get away with contacting you past the other Elder Gods. But with Shinnok's decapitation and Kronika wanting to reset the timeline again, things go in Cetrion's favor more than it has for the past resets. She ends up rebelling against Kronika and successfully becoming the Keeper of Time. With her and the Elder Gods out of the way, well, what's stopping her from getting to know you a bit? But first, she must make a better world for all mortals. It's her duty as the Goddess of Virtue after all.

You don't meet Cetrion until after she reshapes the timeline. She crafts your fate to be one by her side -an emissary of the Life Goddess herself. As she watches you be born into a loving family, she can't help but smile as she thinks about what your future holds.

I believe Cetrion in a way just wants a happy family -especially after observing mortals for so long. I believe that's why she follows Kronika even if a part of her really believes her mother’s wishes are utter garbage. If she lives up to Kronika's expectations then maybe she'll get love for once. At least with her gone, she's fully accepted mortals as her family.

Annnnnd that's where the good times end. While you were a relatively kind person in the previous timelines, something about having a life free of adversaries seems to change you. You grow up to become a sinful person. You overindulge yourself in food, liquor, and gambling. You constantly partake in illegal substances and attempt to get others as addicted as you are. You even show absolutely no compassion to your fellow man -taunting and bullying anyone who dared to deviate from your worldview. You're all around a bad person, and it becomes even worse when you get the wise idea of joining a mercenary gang to fight in Outworld.

Cetrion stops that timeline before you get too out of control. She generously decides that maybe your behavior was just a fluke. You reincarnate into a similar life as before, but still you fall into being a vile pest. Annoyed at this she once again restarts the timeline, but this time she puts you in a not as noble but still caring family.

Nope. You're still evil. And not only just you, but it seems like other mortals are getting worse each time she resets despite her making a paradise. She's become quite disillusioned at this point, frustrated at how doing the right thing is leading to despicably immoral creations. She thinks that maybe mortals do constantly need that push of an adversary. To always need one foot on their neck to appreciate her gifts. 

As Cetrion reshapes the realms to something more… Hellish, she's still willing to give you one last chance. Maybe your corruption was simply from being around all these impure mortals. If you were closer to your goddess, right with her in the Heavens then perhaps the taint of sin will leave you. You'll be pure again. She'll cleanse you of filth no matter the means she must resort to.

So Cetrion once again resets time, this time with you being blessed to be her one and only true child. You literally carry a part of her divine essence now, so there is NO excuse for your actions now. She truly hopes that you'll be good this time, but if not she'll punish you like a parent must with an unruly child. As you grow up you find yourself constantly being observed and scrutinized. You don't know it though -she wants to see your true nature unfold. To see who you really are without the influence of your surroundings. 

And once again. Once again you disappoint her. And you do so in the most hurtful of ways. You rebel against her, siding with the mortals and citing how cruel her treatment of them is. How evil she is to allow them to face the consequences of their actions. “My sweet, pure (Y/N).” She says, as you point your weapon at her. “I see that you've become just as tainted as those in the realms below. No matter, I will strike you down where you stand.” She lifts a hand towards you, charging up a powerful beam.

You get destroyed in the battle, laying in the ground of the celestial plane on the precipice of death. As she approaches your limp form you expect her to deliver the killing blow. But instead, she picks you up ever so gently. You're surprised at her tenderness and the genuine smile you see on your mother's face. Then you feel your body lurch downwards as you descend into the depths of the Netherrealm. You faint just before you recognize your new location though, too sapped of strength to stay conscious.

Little did you know, but the Netherrealm was about to become your new home for eons. Cetrion made sure of it, trapping you there with a seal only she could remove. If you wanted to be corrupt you could stay where all of the other wicked souls went. But unlike others, you wouldn't be free to wander in agony. She needs someone to thoroughly ingrain in your mind never to go against family. And perhaps, with enough time, you'd finally be cleansed of mortal sins to join her in the heavens again.

But for now, you'll be paying “Uncle” Shinnok and “Big Brother” Raiden a little visit.

[sheepwithspecs]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

These are not in any definitive order; they're just my top five favorites. I love them all for different reasons! I also made sure that the final list included only finished fics, instead of WIPs.

Each title is a hyperlink to my Ao3. Please go and read them if any pique your curiosity!

Hatred: PL vs. AA | Barnham x Darklaw | T rating

This is one of those fics that I wrote in a fugue state. I revisited a few years ago and it's still one of my favorites. It's part character study, part realization, full angst with a happy ending.

2. Surrender: Final Fantasy XIV | Carvallain x Rhoswen | E rating

One of my more recent works, surprisingly short despite the word count being almost 50k. This was my first time writing a dynamic as... unique as what these two share, but the extensive research that went into this fic definitely cemented Limsa Lominsa as my favorite city-state.

3. Limerence: Disney Pixar's Coco | Imelda x Héctor | M rating

My submission for a 2019 server contest. Despite the rating, the main body of the fic is not that risque. Rather, it's more of an ode to first crushes and (seemingly) unrequited love.

4. She is Lovely: Pride & Prejudice | Lizzie x Darcy | E rating

My submission for the 2020 P&P zine A Truth Universally Acknowledged. I'd always wanted to write a character study of Mr. Darcy coming to term with his feelings for Elizabeth and this was the perfect chance to make that a reality! I'm very proud of the final submission.

5. "Only One Bed": Final Fantasy XIV | Carvallain x Rhoswen | T rating Tumblr Link!!!

An untitled oneshot I wrote for "March of the Tropes" 2023. What started out as a lighthearted drabble about mistaken identities became an emotionally charged piece about loyalty and trust in the unlikeliest of places. Maybe one day I'll expand on the idea and turn it into a proper multi-chapter fic, but it would be very self-indulgent.

[merakiui]

[𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 & 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤]

🎃 31 yandere stories for the spooky season. dark and nsfw content below. 🎃

[1] winter’s bride - yandere!childe x female!reader 

the holiday season has fallen over the eternally frozen snezhnaya. childe would like to bring you home so that you can meet his family. when he approaches you, you can see the boar carcass slung over his shoulder. you can see the manic glint in his eyes. but most of all, you can see yourself as the next corpse he drags through the snow. 

[2] limerence - yandere!gorou x gender neutral!reader x yandere!sangonomiya kokomi

general gorou has found himself drawn to you in a way he can’t quite comprehend. like a magnet you pull him in with startling force and he’s unable to stay away. it isn’t until her excellency tasks him with a secret mission does he finally peer through the haze of limerence to see where your loyalty truly lies.

[3] click - yandere!??? x gender neutral!reader

it begins when you find a polaroid of the sunset in your mail, innocent and unassuming. you think it’s strange that you always seem to find yourself in the focus of a hidden camera lens, unaware of the person who hides behind it, but maybe it’s all in your head.

[4] festin d’agneau - yandere!dottore x female!reader 

while vacationing in fontaine, you’re approached by an eccentric man claiming to be an esteemed researcher. he presents to you an offer that’s difficult to refuse: if you participate in a small social experiment, you’ll be paid accordingly for your cooperation. in an attempt to refuse his too-good-to-be-true offer, he condemns you to an inescapable hell—one that has you confronting a tangled, blood-soaked past.

[5] black-and-white pressure point - yandere!scaramouche x gender neutral!reader

the infamous sixth of the fatui harbingers is after you when he finds out the two of you are soulmates. you’re also after him but for entirely different reasons. you know him better than he knows himself and you’re determined to use this extensive knowledge to get rid of him so that you can see in color again.

[6] infatuation diary - yandere!kaedehara kazuha x gender neutral!reader

kazuha is the perfect gentleman: attentive, kind, and respectful. you want to pursue a future with him and he feels the same way. all of that changes when you find an innocent-looking journal with secrets that bleed into each and every page. kazuha is not who he says he is, but you want to give him the benefit of the doubt. after all, no one’s truly perfect. 

[7] rose petal - yandere!lisa minci x gender neutral!reader

you are a rose who continues to wilt and shrivel, hidden from the comforting rays of the sun. though that may be the case, lisa thinks you look absolutely stunning and she intends to show you the natural beauty that you refuse to see.  

[8] hero complex - yandere!xiao x female!reader

xiao wants to be the hero you so rightfully deserve, but it’s become nearly impossible to save you when you surround yourself with villains.

[9] midas - yandere!albedo x female!reader

like glittering gold you are deceitfully enchanting and he wishes to keep your loveliness preserved behind glass. even the prettiest of butterflies must be pinned down so that they won’t fly away. with a little bit of patience and a lot of experimentation, he’s finally found the answers to a burning question.

[10] danse macabre - yandere!hu tao x gender neutral!reader

she’s your shadow, always moving in time with you. it’s a special, one-sided dance. no matter what you do you can’t seem to shake her, but you’ve come to enjoy her spontaneity. it’s better than the stale companionship you have with the reality that waits for you at home.

[11] the leech - yandere!venti x gender neutral!reader

venti just wants what’s best for you. you want him out of your life. 

[12] bound by oath - yandere!zhongli x female!reader 

emperor zhongli is a kind and righteous man. when the two of you were wed, he vowed to always love and cherish you. you also made such a vow, only your fingers were crossed innocently behind your back. 

[13] to walk through hellfire with a frozen heart - yandere!signora x gender neutral!reader

you’re not sure what she sees in you. perhaps it is her own thawed fragility sneaking up on her, allowing her to treasure even the simplest of moments with you. though you’re merely an accessory with no say in your fate, you have learned to encase your heart in walls of ice—similar to the forever hot-and-cold fair lady.

[14] king of the starry night - yandere!dainsleif x female!reader

the royal family’s annual masquerade ball has you begging for just a fraction of excitement. when all hope seems lost, a familiar man appears in the sea of faces. he sweeps you off of your feet at once and you, lost in the bewitching atmosphere, allow yourself to be stolen away into the starry night. 

[15] at the water’s edge - yandere!beidou x gender neutral!reader 

beidou promises to help you overcome your thalassophobia. all you have to do is trust her methods and let her do all of the work. she’s genuine in her approach and you have every reason to believe her. so why do you have your doubts?

[16] sparks - yandere!xingqiu x gender neutral!reader x yandere!chongyun

old feelings are dug up when you return to liyue for your grandmother’s funeral. the years have come and gone and two of your best friends have grown a considerable amount. you’re thrown into a pit of nostalgia when you cross paths with them. now that the fuse has been lit, it’s only a matter of time before the inevitable explosion. 

[17] forever and a day - yandere!ei x gender neutral!reader (ft. yandere!yae miko)

perhaps it’s because you pity her that you allow miko to talk you into keeping ei company for a day. one day turns into another and then another. before you realize it you’ve become a regular visitor in the plane of euthymia, and ei has no intention of letting you slip through her fingers. 

[18] crash and burn - yandere!diluc ragnvindr x gender neutral!reader

master diluc has a secret he’s not telling you and you’re determined to figure out what it is, even if it means burning your relationship to the ground. 

[19] helping hand - yandere!aether x gender neutral!reader

when aether finds himself unable to complete his commissions, you offer to do them for him. he begins to realize that your help is a treasure he has yet to cherish and he fully intends to make the most of it.

[20] fairytale - yandere!kaeya alberich x female!reader

the bet is rather simple: if you can outdrink him, he will pay for all of the drink fees you’ve accumulated and you’ll be treated to a nice meal. but if you lose, he gets to take something precious from you. 

[21] business venture - yandere!ningguang x gender neutral!reader

by some miracle, you’ve piqued lady ningguang’s interest and now she wants to see the lengths you’ll go to to ensure her entertainment. 

[22] house pet - yandere!thoma x gender neutral!reader x yandere!kamisato ayaka

after losing your vision and most of your memories in a near-fatal accident, you are taken in by the kamisato clan. once a dear friend of ayaka’s, you can hardly remember her now. she intends to restore your memories and enlists thoma’s aid. the two of them work tirelessly in helping you recall your past, but all you seem to focus on is the present. 

[23] la cuisine du loup - yandere!dottore x female!reader

having learned the true motive behind your kidnapping and witnessing his murderous capabilities firsthand, your mind works frantically to come up with a survival plan. solitary confinement isn’t as bad as it seems when you’re given time to think. but time is cruel, monstrously so, and you’ve run out of it.

[24] echo - yandere!scaramouche x gender neutral!reader x yandere!kaedehara kazuha

a terrible thunderstorm causes a power outage that sweeps through your neighborhood. with your evening plans now compromised, you’re forced to pass the time with your housemates. things seem boring at first, until one of them comes up with a fun idea to break the awkward tension between the three of you. 

[25] protector - yandere!rosaria x gender neutral!reader

she’s only doing her job; there’s nothing more to it than that. and yet the thorns in her heart have been plucked away by your gentle, forgiving hands. she can repay you in the only way she knows how: by becoming the protector you never see. and maybe it’s better if she keeps her distance and remains anonymous.

[26] signed in blood - yandere!childe x gender neutral!reader

they say a monster dwells on the third floor of your apartment complex, only ever coming out after midnight. if you find yourself roaming the halls at night, take care not to turn around. you might just come face to face with a beast.

[27] until death - yandere!kaeya alberich x gender neutral!reader

after a nearly fatal cave-in that traps you and kaeya behind piles of debris and rock, you decide to talk strategy. the two of you were never on good terms, but now’s the chance to overcome your bad blood and start anew. if only you were willing to look past all that he did that initially caused your falling-out. 

[28] fateful sacrifice - yandere!zhongli x gender neutral!reader

long ago your ancestors signed a contract with rex lapis, stipulating that he shall be free to take one of their children for his own so long as he forgives all of their transgressions. perhaps he was caught in a lenient mood, for he agrees and the contract is sealed. thousands of years later, you are brought into the world and on your nineteenth birthday you prepare yourself to be taken. 

[29] kintsugi doll - yandere!scaramouche x female!reader

your future is sealed in a sad package of gloom when you marry him. with your happy days snatched away and a debt weighing heavy on your shoulders, you force yourself to be a prim and proper doll in front of him. but porcelain can only withstand so much pressure before it starts to crack and your façade is slowly beginning to crumble. 

[30] lost and found - yandere!diluc ragnvindr x gender neutral!reader

they say music soothes the soul. that may be true in your case, but for diluc it brings forth a slew of unwanted memories, dark and tainted with misfortune. it reminds him of all that he’s lost and all that he has found in the process of healing. and just when he thinks he’s moved on the wound tears open and his emotions threaten to spill out. 

[31] snowflake’s groom - yandere!childe x female!reader

to appease both him and his family, you submit to the role of housewife. a blizzard rages on outside the cozy warmth of the house. escaping is your highest priority, but it’s getting harder and harder to come up with a decent plan when responsibilities and expectations loom over you like a guillotine’s blade. childe comes to you with a proposal one wintry night: give him nine months and in return you will have your freedom.

🎃 links will be added as each story is posted. 🎃

[hanajjima]

Limerence

Pairing: Bonten!Mitsuya x reader Synopsis: Fate must favor Mitsuya tonight. Poor girl practically fell into his lap, oh so unaware. Content Warnings: Drugging, Kidnapping, non-consensual elements, possessive behavior; if these themes are upsetting or disturbing to you please DNI!

In hindsight, she should have taken more precautions before vanishing.

“Found your rat, Taka-chan.” She’s tossed down before him, landing hard on the floor, ears ringing from the impact. 

His dark smile glitters in the dim light of his living room. The view behind him through the picture frame window, a spatter of gold and white dots across the midnight cityscape, would have been beautiful to take in any other time. Right now, all she can think about is how high up they are and how no one will come to her aid or hear what’s about to unfold.

The lazy tap from slow circling boots echoes in the silent room. It flaunts foreboding patience, a twisted mind at work. One last sip of whiskey and the clink of glass is set down on glass. He gets on his knees to stroke her jaw. Her breath hitches. Mitsuya’s touch is gentle. His cool fingers caress her cheeks, a stark contrast to the dangerous glint in his hooded eyes.  

“Welcome back,” he croons. “It’s such a shame. You were finally starting to find your place amongst us, but then you made the most peculiar decision to steal from me, and had the nerve to leave without even saying goodbye.” Mitsuya shakes his head and tuts. “Bad move, little dove.” 

She swallows in his hold and tugs at her bound hands, bottom lip trembling as she looks up into his angelic features. “H-how’d you find me?” 

Her captain was careful to place her under strict surveillance while she remained in hiding for however much time needed to pass until Bonten considered her capture a lost cause. She should’ve known he’d track her down. There’s no hiding from him—ever. He made that crystal clear. 

Mitsuya chuckles under his breath, the sound soft and warm like summer rain. “Oh, it was pathetic, dove. Shameful really, how easy it was for my men to break into the precinct you squealed to and pull up your location. I told you before, didn’t I,” he nuzzles her nose and brushes his lips against hers, his touch feather light. The bitter tang of whiskey in his warm breath fans her face.

It’s too close, too intimate, and it’s all she can do to not whimper from fear and reluctant arousal as a wound coil tightens in her core, hot moisture pooling between her legs. 

“This city’s mine and I’m gonna rule it with you by my side,” he whispers in a honeyed voice.

A vow he has every intention of fulfilling, no matter the consequences. 

/

It wasn’t unusual for executives and high-ranked members to come in and out of Bonten’s headquarters at odd hours of the night—neither of which she was. Near four in the morning, she’d slipped inside the elevator and followed the floor numbers increase before the rhythmic ding signaled her exit. 

The office was vacant save for one lone secretary staring at her computer screen, passive boredom etched into the lines of her face. They nodded at each other in quiet acknowledgement before she’d made her way to Mitsuya’s personal office. 

It was stupid how easy it had been to get in. The man had insisted she have a copy of his key, uncurling stiff fingers and placing it in her hand with a disarming smile she’d wanted to claw off. His computer, on the other hand, presented a challenge. She’d only had three shots before it locked her out and then he’d know she deceived him and that terrified her more than failing this mission.

The thought of him discovering where her true loyalties lay before she could disappear chilled her blood down to the marrow in her bones. It dredged up scenarios of prolonged torture and manic laughter she dared not dwell on and kept moving. 

After guessing his password, ManaLunaa, finding the names went without a hitch. She’d found them listed out on a spreadsheet, hiding in a sub folder on his desktop.

It had then struck her how the entire process to get this information, a potential heavy blow to Bonten’s thriving criminal empire, was far too effortless, too convenient, too… easy. 

(She’d come to learn later that ease was not without sacrifice) 

The empty, deafening quiet of his office, with only the low whir from his computer’s overdriven fan cooling baked metal, added to her nerves and paranoia like tendrils that slithered up her body and constricted, paralyzing her with dread (she knew there was a camera somewhere). There was nothing that could have been done about it, though. Focusing on slowing her breathing and the beat of her heart helped a bit. Her hands hadn’t shaken as much while she forced her fingers to flit across the keyboard. 

After she’d saved the document to her flash drive, she’d hightailed it out of there without raising suspicion that foul play was afoot, her gait languid as boots clicked across the rich mahogany floor.

Her superiors had chosen her, a fresh graduate straight out of the academy, to secure the names of Bonten’s informants planted in Tokyo’s police system. It was baffling why. Sure, she’d graduated at the top of her class, but going undercover was, put lightly, a lot for a new detective’s first assignment. She was more than afraid, and rightfully so. 

Mitsuya Takashi was the executive whose division she had to infiltrate since he oversaw the dirty cops working for Bonten. She’d read his file and what all he was involved in but had no transparent evidence for: sex trafficking, smuggling military grade weapons and illegal narcotics overseas. It turned her stomach yet enraged her enough to work up the determination to take on the job. 

Once she’d accepted, her captain emailed her new identity in an attached file. It was fitting for a woman desperate and willing to do anything to survive. She’s twenty-five, single, and living alone with no immediate relatives able to support her. A distant uncle lives in Hyogo, but he can’t afford to take her in. She’s better off on her own working multiple jobs to make rent. However, she’s been short these past few months and needs money fast before her landlord kicks her onto the streets. Bonten was her best shot. 

She’d assumed it’d be difficult to join because despite being Japan’s largest gang, they were exclusive about who they accepted into their ranks. Their leader, Sano Manjiro, is said to be a cautious man. He’s picky about who they conduct business with. Even then, she’d landed an ‘interview’ with one of their executives without trouble. It was just her luck that the executive was Mitsuya himself. 

She spots him at one of Bonten’s strip clubs, lounging in a booth in the far corner of the room where the occasional sweep of fuschia pink rays cast light on the thin layer of smoke and dust saturating the stuffy air. Particles suspended, floating in limbo. 

He’s alone, arm draped over expensive black leather while he sips his drink. An opportunity like this wouldn’t present itself again, so she takes a deep calming breath and pushes her way through the crowd of ambling bodies, making sure her hair is fixed and her dress straightened once she’s in the clear. 

She knows better than to invite herself into his space by sitting across from him. Instead, she approaches his booth and asks, “would you like some company? I couldn’t help but notice you here alone.” 

His gaze flickers to her, and she’s caught by how he gives her a not-so-subtle once over. Her skin prickles under his sharp appraisal, keenly aware of how the fabric of her dress clings to her waist. She swallows and steels herself, batting her lashes, and offers a warm smile. He returns it with a boyish one of his own, eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“Sure, why not. It’d be a crime to say no to a pretty thing like you,” he says, patting the seat  next to him. “Come. Sit.” His tone, though cordial, is nothing short of an unquestionable command. 

Anxiety swirls in her gut, but she slides in, nonetheless, careful to maintain at least a few inches of space between them. It doesn’t stop his cologne, something woody with a bit of spice, from wafting up her nose. A pleasant musk that has her wanting to scoot closer to the mobster, just to catch another whiff.   

A few moments pass where all she can hear is the upbeat rhythm of dance-pop pounding in her ears. From her peripheral, Mitsuya studies her. Slit-brow arched with an amused smile playing on his lips. Her muscles tense as her fingers dig into her knees. Why’s he looking at her like that? Is her cover blown? He can’t have figured her out already she—

“You do know who I am, don’t you?” The teasing lilt in his voice burns her cheeks. She glimpses the slim rectangular tattoo on his right hand, wrapped around his glass. It’s impossible to ignore, and she resists the urge to fidget under his gaze.

Remember, be honest if you can.  

“I do, yes. I actually wanted to talk to you.” 

That catches his attention. Mitsuya turns to face her, arm propped on the table under his chin. “About…” 

“I want a job,” she says, meeting his strange pale half-lidded eyes. She hopes the urgency in her off-kilter voice is convincing. “I, uh, really need the extra money.” 

He scoffs, “don’t we all.” He takes another sip of his scotch before asking, “well, what do you have to offer? We don’t hire every single person who comes looking to make a quick buck.” And it’s the way he looks over her again, sizing her up with a shrewd eye, that reminds her she has few options in the ways of occupation in his world. 

They can’t know she can be a hired grunt, that she can fight. It would raise suspicion she could’ve easily avoided. However, selling sex doesn’t personally appeal to her either. That leaves the only other option she can think of, and it wouldn’t be terrible. She considers herself to be a fairly skilled dancer thanks to years of training under her instructor. 

“I can be one of them.” She nods toward the women gliding along the poles at the center of the room. Smooth muscled legs twist straight out and arms stretch, the graceful snap of their hips and spread of their thighs as they feel up the dips and curves of their own bodies provide their audience with the sensual show they crave to see. 

“Really,” he says, dryly, a lazy roll of the tongue. “Forgive me for saying this, gorgeous, but you don’t strike me as the type.” 

She reels back as if he slapped her. A hot flush spreads down her neck and he chuckles and leans in. Soft lips ghost the shell of her ear. His hand snakes around her hip and squeezes ever so slightly as his teeth graze her lobe.

A sharp inhale. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She asks, trying to sound affronted, but it comes out as more of a breathy sigh. 

He wets his lips and whispers, “it means you don’t belong here.” 

Her stomach drops. 

“The way you carry yourself, all prim and proper. This pretty dress, modest for the clothes I usually see girls this side of the city wear. If you can even call them that…” he tugs at the sweetheart neckline of her dress and bites down an impish grin when her hand shoots up and grabs his wrist. A warning. Fuck.  

She squeezes her eyes shut in regret. It was instinct. She didn’t mean to stop him. Mitsuya laughs, the sound like chiming bells. “You just don’t seem like someone who dances, that’s all I’m saying.” He retracts his hand, broad thumb coming up to trace her bottom lip as he murmurs, “but I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.” 

Her head snaps to him in surprise. “I’ll introduce you to Kazuma, one of our club owners. He’ll evaluate whether you’re up to snuff. Until then, why don’t you dance for me, hm? For fun,” he purrs, lavender eyes study her intently. There’s a dark mirthful undercurrent to his question that sets off warning bells and she shifts away, knowing there’s no other choice but to concede. 

He nudges her out of the booth, his grip on her shoulder gentle yet firm as if to say come on, baby, show daddy a good time. It’ll be worth your while. I promise…

Mitsuya guides her out of the strip club with a hand pressed to the small of her back, a searing brand that sends shivers up her spine. She wants to rip it off. However, the consequences of proceeding with such a gutsy move would no doubt land her in a world of unbearable pain like she’s never known. This is a man capable of killing her with his bare hands. He’d savor it, taking his sweet time toying with her first. The gruesome details in his file proof enough of his sadism. 

The dance club Mitsuya leads her to blasts trap music so loud the vibrations from the bouncy beat pound right in the center of her chest. Colorful neon laser lights flash throughout the darkened room, illuminating the sea of bodies grinding and gyrating on the dancefloor in swaths of bright green and blue. 

He flashes her a charming smile. Thin lips quirked at the corners. The blue rays caught in his cotton candy purple hair glisten on his porcelain skin, smooth and unblemished, creating an almost translucent illusion. Her breath catches. He looks like some fae creature from one of her fantasy novels she used to obsess over as a teen and she blinks in order to snap herself out of the trance his ethereal beauty inspired. 

Mitusya laces his fingers between hers, an affectionate gesture that has no place between them. It can’t. She has no idea how to react as he drags her deeper into the club, the crowd parting for him like a show curtain, like they know exactly who is performing for them tonight. 

“Would you like a drink first?” He throws over his shoulder. 

She opens her mouth to respond, only to realize it’s another factitious question as he approaches the bar and orders for them both without waiting for her answer. She shuts her mouth and scowls. It’s not like she’s dying to get more alcohol into her system tonight. She already had one mixed drink that was rather strong. The buzz had helped her loosen up. 

Mitsuya smiles at the bartender, who gives him a firm nod before turning to make their drinks. “So, if you don’t mind my asking, what do you need the money for?” He leans back, elbows perched on the countertop. 

She stares at him for a moment, taking in his relaxed form against the backdrop of the dimly lit collection of vodka, rum, and whiskey lining the shelves, bathed in a warm orange glow. 

“Rent. I’m short three months. If I don’t get my landlady the money soon, she’ll evict me.” 

He hums as if in deep thought. “That’s unfortunate. You shouldn’t be out on the streets alone, it’s dangerous for a cutie like you. You never know who you’ll run into,” he teases darkly. 

The hair on the back of her neck stands to attention. She tries to brush off his callous joke by laughing, but even to her, it sounds hollow. “I’m well aware.” 

The bartender returns and slides their drinks across the counter. She picks up the glass and studies it. The liquid inside is colored spring green, little black seeds float in it along with mint leaves and ice. She doesn’t want to accept a drink from him. Mitsuya wasn’t the one to make it, but still… 

“Don’t worry.” Her gaze shifts to him and he chuckles low in his throat. “I know that look, dove. Here, give it,” he says, hand outstretched. Long nimble fingers hither for her glass and she gingerly passes it over, watching his adam’s apple bob as he downs a couple mouthfuls, sighs, and hands it back. 

“See? It’s all good. Despite my… affiliations, I wouldn’t take advantage of a woman like that. It’s bad form, gross behavior.” 

She doesn’t bother to dine such a blatant lie with a response. Instead, she takes a sip and savors the taste, letting it rest on her tongue. It’s sweet, fruity with a hint of mint and lemon. She licks her lips. It’s good. He blended in the alcohol well. “What is this?” 

“Kiwi.” She takes a few more sips, the cool liquid soothing her parched throat. “Now, shall we go?” He holds out his arm, a wicked gleam shining in his eyes. Her grip on her glass tightens. What other choice does she have? If she says no, would he accept that? She hesitantly links her arm with his and allows him to push their way past club goers.

Just then, right before he pulls her onto the floor, the music switches from trap to something much slower, smooth, and soulful with a strong backbeat.

The suggestive, romantic lyrics have her swallowing her mouth all of a sudden dry again. The air is sweltering hot, overwhelmingly so. Her tight dress bites into her skin, catching against sparse hairs, and a fresh wave of irritation washes over her, the air electrified with dizzying heat, heady with the stench of weed. She fans herself and exhales. Why is she so damn hot? Because of all the people? 

Mitsuya doesn’t give her time to voice her concerns before he tugs her, carving out a path for them to the middle of the floor.

Once they’re centered amongst the throng of sweat covered bodies rubbing up from all sides, he turns and peers down at her from under full dark fluttering lashes, his smile almost shy as a shadow of red dusts his cheeks in the low light.

But there’s something else there, something burning in his deep lavender hues where blown pupils swallow up the iris, leaving only a thin ring of pale purple. It’s hunger, desire, and it’s strange how it didn’t hit her until now, the pure unadulterated lust emanating from his every pore. 

“C’mere, beautiful. Wanna see those pretty eyes of yours up close.” He slinks forward and cups her cheeks, brushing a stray curl out of her face. He rakes his gaze over her with parted lips and she can’t help the hitched gasp that slips past hers when his hands encircle her waist, fingers digging into her fat. 

The heat radiating from him suffocates her, yet his cold touch while he rubs small circles is a balm on her itchy feverish skin that sends gratifying tingles straight down her spine to the junction between her legs where a gush of molten liquid intensifies the need to rub her thighs together. She taps down a groan lodged in the back of her throat. What’s happening to her? It’s like she’s lost complete control, barely hanging on by a thread. 

Her mind is fuzzy, lightheaded. It’s difficult to keep her head and thoughts straight when her senses are overstimulated, wrenching her in every direction. The booming music shakes the ground beneath her feet and the melding strobe lights of blue, green, red, and purple swim before her vision, morphing into one colorful blur. 

His silken voice and arms keep her somewhat grounded as she grasps his shoulders. Mitsuya sways with her to his own unhurried rhythm, and it’s when she feels soft lips pepper kisses down her neck and fingers dig into the plush of her upper thighs that she regains some kind of sense. 

“W-what’d you… do to me?” She pants, weakly pushing at his chest. Words fall from her mouth, slow and garbled. The unease that had been churning in her gut all night multiplies tenfold. Fear quickens her breath, the gravity of the situation she’s gotten herself into setting in. 

“Ah, ya noticed. Good,” he says, nipping her collarbone. He presses open-mouthed kisses and licks his way up the column of her slim neck to that spot just below her ear and sucks. Her sweet little gasp—fuck, sends blood pumping south, right to his cock. While he didn’t consume the exact same dose as her, he’s still hornier than usual and a tad off balance. 

Those small desperate hands trying to shove him away—he wants to grab them and spin her around, pin her back to his chest. Show her just how much he can make her feel. He settles for kneading the soft flesh of her ass and grinds his clothed erection, rocks her hips with his in time with the low beat. 

“N-no, ssstop! You… you put somethin’ in my drink!” She snarls, trying to rip herself free from his grip. “What did you—” 

“Oh, babyyy, sweetheart, d-don’t forget I drank from your glass too, remember?” He sings shakily, burying his hand in the roots of her thick curls and yanks her head back. She cries out from the sharp pain tearing at her scalp and pulls at his wrist. “You’re not the only one all drugged up,” he spits in her face. 

She realizes he’s right upon being forced to meet his glazed over eyes. They’re no less piercing and glimmer with malicious glee. His neck shines with sweat and his breath’s ragged like hers. Panic rises in her chest. He releases her and steps back to shuck off his jacket. Out of the corner of her eye, she vaguely registers someone taking it for him, but in her hazy state there’s no processing who it is. 

There’s only Mitsuya. His wiry form engulfs her view again as he stalks her back, his steps purposeful and predatory despite the drugs rushing through his system. She stumbles into the hard surface of a wall and he reaches out to steady her, smoothing out his hand along her waist. His other comes up and grasps her jaw, turning her to his liking before mashing his lips against hers. 

“C’mon, baby, open up for me.” His tongue traces the seam of her lips in an almost loving manner that simmers her blood. She knew she should have left that drink alone. When did he slip it in? He was standing in front of her the whole time. Or was it… 

“Lemme go,” she slurs, scratching his shoulders. “Please… I-I’ll do whatever you want just... please… don’t do this.” 

Mitsuya plants a kiss over her fluttering pulse before going back to her delectable lips and slipping his tongue in. She has no clue how good her cries are for him and he has no intention of stopping. Rather, he wants to rock her fucking world on the base of his cock. To anyone else, they simply look like a couple caught up in the throes of passion for one another. 

Mitsuya smirks. That couldn’t be further from the truth, but soon… soon she will be his. It will become reality. 

He takes comfort in that thought and continues his exploration of her mouth, coaxing her wet muscle to entangle with his and tastes citrus vodka. The moan he’s rewarded has him slowly rutting between the apex of her legs. A deep groan rumbles in his chest as he peeks down her dress and glimpses petaled pasties covering her hard buds. 

He cups a breast and thumbs her covered nipple, eliciting a sharp hiss as her teeth sink into her bottom lip. She refuses to give him the satisfaction of pleasuring her. Unfortunately, body and mind are not on the same page because slickness drips down her inner thigh. 

“Don’t be scared, dove.” He spins her and flattens them both against the wall, pinning her hands and rolling his hips. The hard outline of his cock digs into her lower back. She stifles a whimper. 

Fingers intertwine with hers. His nose burrows into her raven hair and inhales sweet coconut. Eyes roll back in bliss. Mitsuya exhales ravenous greed, breath fanning tufts of her soft locks as he nuzzles the crook of her neck. God, she’s perfect. How her pliant body molds to his, there’s no refuting that she was made just for him. 

“I’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good,” he rasps, hand closing on her throat. “You’ll be achin’ for weeks. You just have to agree to be mine and mine alone.”

It’s a devil’s deal and the feral smile curved near her jugular tells her he knows it.

[sasorikigai]

What if Kuai Liang never loved you, Hanzo? What if he stayed because he was afraid you'd burn him like you burned his brother one day?

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▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Hanzo Hasashi knows; how he is so incapable of unloving Kuai Liang, shedding him from his skin, of having his heart find another love nonexistent, in every fiber and bone of his being. He would not dare of healing from something other than the gift of their sacred, precious love, which has seen its zeniths and nadirs, as impervious darkness of his consumed and devoured mind struggled against the astral tapestries of onyx black, with nightmarish visions unrolling like the only possibility before his feet. Who was that shadow that walks on water, floats like stardust, and haunts his muddled dreams? 

Enough tears were shed, sweeping conflagrations ravaged through the realms and therein, so many decades spent unlived, with sadness left untreated and madness crept and disquieted, rapidly fueling his madness, vengeance, and ire. Despair permeated the air, for the past had been unfair and unjust. And present was still intolerable, as Scorpion sought the light of the future where his haunted full moons could and should stare. 

Hanzo Hasashi is inside Kuai Liang - I am you / or you are me. Let them say to one another; that they are each others, and know finally that they will only ever be as much as they are willing to save of one another. For his purified hellfire burns incandescent, shining brighter than ever, spreading radiance, relentlessly moving past arduous cruxes of their trials and tribulations. He wants nothing, but their shared worlds to be peaceful. And if it must burn, so be him - but he must show the world that he is peaceful, to be the harbinger of true-action of peace. Eyes are beliefs to witness, and beneath the perpetuated throes of his solemn austerity lies halcyon contentment; for ever warm and still to be enjoyed. 

For he breathes human passion that drowns cloying sorrow and burning despair. How he is brutally, passionately, and savagely in love - for Hanzo Hasashi holds a beast, an angel, and a madman in him. That will never change, for he has no qualm nor shame in expressing his authentic feelings. And the red string of fate which is their love is the very fabric of what keeps Hanzo Hasashi’s dream alive for a more caring, humane world. 

Spoken words become serrated, sharpened blade against his kintsugi heart, as the aureate magnanimity of soldered lines would burst open, spilling ichor and crimson, leaving him entrapped in the sanguine quagmire. He may be a black sun to Kuai Liang’s unadulterated snowstorm; once black, suffocating magmatic tar pouring out light and happiness. Even when their worlds became wicked with their unknown fates crossing over and over, interweaved with another’s, and even in his bloodstained glory without honor and saving grace, Hanzo Hasashi has always whirled himself into the depths of sincerity and vicious overthinking about how his half-melted heart and fully burnt brain revivified to become human in their budding, now long solidified love. 

“Our love is speaking, praying, fueled with acceptance and understanding, and most importantly, it is a friendship based on a sacred loyalty and honor. It is the most solemn moment in which a vassal takes oath; devoted to serve, defend, and accept. I will never question Kuai Liang’s love, as I will never question the candor sincerity of my undying devotion, love, and limerence I bestow towards a-Liang.” 

And that would constitute as the finality of his own vehement, visceral, and poignant revelation. Their love is nothing but conventional, simple, and ordinary - for it is soldered and solidified in shed blood, screams, writhing appendages, nightmarish visions and healing. Whatever their indomitable souls are made of, Hanzo Hasashi and Kuai Liang are the same. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || 

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[thewanderingcannibal]

Limerence : Chapter 30

Facing her was more difficult than he had expected.

The fluorescent lights flickered to life, accompanied by the familiar scrape of chains against the tiled floor, but Will remained in the doorway, unprepared to descend the steps and witness what Hannibal had done. The house behind him was calm. He wanted to step back into the orange glow of the hall and allow it to envelop him, away from the white glare before him and everything it contained, but the weight of the canteen in his hand corporealized his conscience and pulled him down. The copper tang in the air prepared Will for the blood, settling like a macabre motif along the grout, but it was the resentment harboured behind red rimmed eyes that caused Will to falter when he saw her. Quite suddenly, the notion that his empathy could be of any help was unfathomable. In the present picture, he was the monster. He let his eyes drop to the floor, and approached her like he would a stray, kneeling in the mess a few feet away from her.

“I brought you water,” he said, well aware that she was intelligent enough to take it.

He looked up briefly as he slid the canteen her way, watching her eyes narrow and knowing instantly what she was thinking; they had already drugged her by force, and when they were ready to kill her they would be direct about it. Still, she waited for his hands to retract before jolting forward with what must have been every ounce of her remaining strength to bring the cool, wet rim to her lips.

While she was occupied, Will perused her injuries. It wasn't quite as awful as he had imaged; more of a raw, intricate scarification than the bloody gouges he had been expecting. Every one of Hannibal's vicious creations seemed esoteric now, and Will could only find fault in himself for his ability to unravel the intent behind them. Instead of deep gashes, her arms and legs were peppered with slender, curling cuts that served to prolong her life while appealing to Hannibal's penchant for aesthetics. Stems and petals of dried, beaded blood stretching along the expanse of her arms.

She didn't finish the water, stopping to catch her breath with the canteen clutched to her chest. Her black hair hung like a curtain between them, keeping her face concealed while she composed herself. There was something feline in the way her back arched, spine protruding just enough to confirm that food was scarce wherever she had come from. She wore only her underwear, but Will knew Hannibal well enough to know that her sodden clothes had been cut away to reveal what he had adopted as his newest canvas, and that was all. They stayed that way for a time, while Will did his best to discern what he could from her silence. It hardly took an empathy disorder to recognize the loyalty and strength needed to stay silent through Hannibal's ministrations, or the depth of her survival instinct, though everyone who had made it this far was a survivor in their own right.

When Will's knees began to ache, he lowered himself to sit and simply continued to observe. He could see the woman's shoulders tensing with each passing second until eventually the underlying curiosity he had suspected compelled her to break the silence.

“You're the dog guy, right?” She looked up as she spoke, some of the earlier resentment replaced with a wary interest.

Will felt a wavering smile creep unbidden to his face.

“Uh, yeah, I'm the dog guy,” he said with an awkward nod, feeling a little uncomfortable now that he was the one being scrutinised, “Will.” He supplied.

The woman seemed to take a moment to digest her current situation, shifting to face him and wincing with the new position. Will's eyes darted to her wrists where the skin had become exposed with her struggle and rubbed at his own without thinking. He hadn't damaged himself so badly but then again, he'd been far more cooperative. When his time suspended from the butcher’s hook had been over, he wasn't left chained to the wall like this woman had been.

“Beverly.”

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[mystic-kitten-writer]

Limerence [M] ︳16

Pairing: Zuko x OC

Genre: Romance, mainly fluff with future smut, and if you squint hard enough - you’ll find some angst.

Rating: SFW

Words: 6000+

Notes: It’s a big old fluffy chapter, enjoy loves <3

Masterlist ︳15 ︳ 17

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Limerence: (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.

The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventure, and drama.

Redamancy

(English/n.) The act of loving someone who loves you; a love at full return.

~ Fire Lord Zuko ~

            An accident.

            I could feel my blood boil as my fingers tightly gripped the flimsy paper in my hands. The temptation to burn it and let the ashes dance on the wooden table ate away at my mind, but I let out a sharp breath and closed my eyes to control my temper.

            An accident.

            That was all the guards and investigators could muster up as they hastily analyzed the waterfall and the damage done. ‘After searching the area and studying the land, it appears that a natural erosion of the rocks has occurred, thus leading to the landslide…’

            Yet something in my mind told me otherwise. Toph built that waterfall, and she was one of the few people in my life that I trusted. She may be lazy, stubborn, fuck - I would even say careless. But she was a Master. A Master Earthbender who discovered Metalbending and a teacher to the Avatar. To think that she made an ‘accident’ or ‘miscalculation’ on a waterfall made me laugh bitterly.

            It was not only an insult to me but Toph’s abilities. Lives could have been lost - children’s lives. Yet thankfully, despite the incident, only one person got hurt…even though that very person was probably the most important being in my mind.

            I let the papers fall from my hands as I gazed upwards. The room was dimly light, candlesticks flickering back and forth and casting shadows along the red walls. No one spoke a word, and for a split moment, I forgot the very fact that we were in the middle of a meeting. Six council members sat on either side of the wooden table, for a total of twelve very solemn and cantankerous people. I crossed my arms as I leaned back, my gaze falling upon every single one of them. They were waiting for my answer, my final decision. And I was going to give it to them.

            “Ying Yue Jiang will continue being my Imperial Consort, despite her Waterbending capabilities.”

            “That’s bull!” Growled a council member. His nostrils flared as he slammed his rough hands on the table and stood. I glared unsparingly, but to my annoyance, he didn’t back down. Instead, my glare seemed to feed into his anger more. He huffed furiously as he looked at me - if only looks could kill.

            “She’s a Waterbender. I'll never bow down to her. She doesn’t deserve her title.”

            This man has a lot of fucking nerve.

            “She has a name, Ying Yue Jiang, and a title, Imperial Consort. If you still want your position, I advise you to sit down.” I snarled. His eyes narrowed unmercifully before he patted his gown, and sat. The air was tense; you could cut it with a knife. Stress lines were evident all over their faces as they weighed the pros and cons of having Yue as my consort.

            I knew this point would come eventually - when her Waterbending abilities would be brought to the light of day, but not this soon nor today of all days. I breathed deeply as I tightly pressed my hands together. The council were clearly split, unsure of where to go from here. I would be the first Fire Lord to have a partner who wasn’t from the Fire Nation, let alone a Waterbender. Why is my life so fucking complicated?

            A dry cough caught everyone’s attention, as we looked towards the noise. An elderly lady calmly placed her hands flat on the table, signalling she was about to speak. Clearing her throat one last time, she took a deep breath before speaking, “ I agree with Fire Lord Zuko’s decision…Imperial Consort Ying Yue proved her loyalty to the Fire Nation. She sacrificed her life for those children. And in a more…political tone - a unity with Imperial Consort Ying Yue could prove beneficial with our relationships with the Northern and Southern Water Tribes…”

            An asset. They were viewing Yue as an asset - I frowned but bit my tongue. The thought of them viewing her as nothing more but political gain was disgusting, but it was better than her being stripped of her title and our relationship going along with it. A few councilmen nodded their head in agreeance, “She has a point. But we could take that notion even further, in terms of the United Republic of Nations…” the man beside her spoke, his voice drifting off towards the end.

            “You, Fire Lord Zuko, would be embodying preciously what the United Republic of Nation is setting to do – creating a safe space for people of all Nations to live in harmony. It would settle well with the public.” He finished. As annoyed as I was to view Yue as some ‘political asset,’ they had a point.

            “This is blasphemy! Do you understand what you people are speaking of? Our Queen would be a Waterbender. What would we do if the next heir to the throne is a Waterbender? Have a Waterbender rule the Fire Nation?” The same man from early blurted out irritably.

            The woman scoffed at his outburst, swatting her hand before giving him an eye roll. He hissed as he watched her gesture, but she shrugged her shoulders, “Simple. Should their first-born child be a Waterbender, they will have no legal rights as heir.” Her very words seemed to pierce through my stomach, “Isn’t that right – Fire Lord Zuko?” She finished. It pained me how calm her words were, as everyone turned to look at me. I thought this was supposed to be a discussion about Yue and me, not our future unborn child.

            “We can discuss such…matters later in time. It would not be right for me to decide on my own, as the child would be as much mine as the Queen’s.” I said carefully. How the hell would I bring this up to Yue? ‘I know we haven’t even been together for a year, let alone have sex or say ‘I love you,’ but can we talk about our future children?’ – this is fucking stupid.

            “Discuss later? We would not have to waste our time discussing such matters if we strip her of her title now. She’s no Firebender, just a…Waterbender. I refuse to accept that the future Fire Nation Queen will be a Waterbender.” The repulsion lingering in his voice as his nose scrunched up at the mention of Waterbender. As if Yue was lesser of a human.

            “It was that type of attitude that lead to the genocide, in case you forgot.”

            The man scoffed and crossed his arms. His head turned away, as he muttered to himself exasperated, but the room fell silent upon hearing his whispers, “If your father were in rule, none of this would have happened.”

            Something in me snapped.

            I stood up coolly, folding my arms against my chest as I gazed down at him. The whole room was silent, to the point where you couldn’t even hear a single person breathing - fearful. Some would call me as someone ‘quick to anger’, and in some ways they were right, but I never did act out on such emotion, until today.

            I smiled bitterly, as I beckoned at the guards that stood at the far corners of the room. Tentatively, they moved forward, their heavy boots dragging onto the floor with every step, “You know, I just remembered, there is enough room in my father’s ‘kingdom’ for one more person. Since you adore him, oh – so much, I'll have the guards escort you right this instant. He hasn’t had company in a while; I bet he will be delighted to see you.”

            The man’s eyes widen in fear, as he studied my face, looking for any indication that I was in some fucked up way ‘bluffing.’ But I wasn’t. I had it up till here with this pointless discussion. Yue was mine, and I was putting my foot down. I didn’t care how many people I would have to step on to ensure Yue’s safety, but with the Avatar as my witness, I’ll do it. I would travel to the moon back for that woman, what has gotten into me?

            Everyone in the room looked at the man and me, wondering who would make the first move. His eyes met mine, a look of regret and fear painted him before he lowered his head. Probably realizing that being locked in the same prison cell with my father wasn’t going to be fun at all. His mouth opened and closed, as he tried to formulate words to speak, and just as he was about to, he was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening wide.

            All eyes were at the door, as a petite woman came dashing in. Her face was rosy as she wore a plain red dress, her black hair pinned up as she gripped her dress. She wore a badge on her right arm, a red cross embordered on it. A nurse from the infirmary…that can only mean…

            “Who do you think you are? Coming in and interrupting a meeting.” A woman from the council lectured harshly towards the lady. But the nurse didn’t seem to care, as she beelined towards me. A woman on a mission – literally.

            “She’s awake!” She spoke breathlessly, her words not much louder than a whisper. The eagerness to speak was evident as she didn’t even bother referring to me formally. That was when I noticed she was smiling, glowing as she looked at me, “She’s awake and…she’s fine.” She laughed, almost in disbelief, “A few scratches but – don’t just stare at me, go see her!” the nurse edged on.

            Within a heartbeat I stood up from my seat, stepping down as I walked passed the councilmembers, “You’re dismissed. This meeting is over.” I said as I waved my hand around aimlessly to show my point. She’s awake. She’s okay; she’s going to be okay.

            “B-but, Fire Lord Zuko! What’s our decision? What about Ying Yue, and her title?” A council member shouted as the guards held the door open for my exit. They were all standing, looking at me eagerly for a final answer. I let out a sigh as I looked over my shoulder, “Ying Yue will be my Imperial Consort, that is my final decision.”

            A few council members looked at each other, small smiles starting to paint their faces and reach their eyes, “Wish our future Queen a speedy recovery for us all, Fire Lord Zuko.”

~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

            I hissed under my breath as I struggled to open my eyes. It felt like someone put weights on top of my lids, preventing them from fluttering open and taking in my surroundings. I could hear people rustling about around me, their voices hushed as they seemed to be busy doing something. Even the way my dress felt on my skin seemed different, what was I wearing?

            “Ahh-ahhh-choooo~!”

            “What the hell man, can you not sneeze like an animal?”

            “Sorry, I just can’t control it…”

            “…I would hate to be a nurse for a bunch of Airbenders…”

            “Hey – we make lovely patients….”

            Without a second thought, my lips slowly started twisting upwards. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know exactly who those two bickering voices were. Some things will never change. The cold gust of wind from Aang’s sneeze made whatever sheets that were on top of me sway and even threw my closed eyes, I could see the light from the room I was in flicker. Candles…

            Wait, what. W-where am I? W-what…what happened…?

            I frowned to myself, trying to piece together my last memories. Everything seemed like a blur. As if someone dropped a box of puzzle pieces and I tried to put them back together. The party….the waterfall…Kiyi. I could feel my heart starting to thump louder and louder in my ears, oh my gosh. My head buzzed noisily the more I thought. The kids. The rocks, the water, Zuko pulling me out of the rubble…

            Zuko.

            Our secret – what have I done?

            In a quick jerking motion, I found myself sitting upright. My eyes peeled open as I started breathing heavily. A cold shiver ran down my back as reality started walloping me.

            Zuko – his name was on repeat in my mind. What did I do? This is it; we are done for. I had one job, don’t Waterbend. But the kids…Why did I have to make a choice? Between Zuko and the kids. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t let the kids get hurt, but I don’t want to lose Zuko either. I could feel tears start bubbling up, ready to topple overboard and stain my face.

            “H-hey, don’t you dare start ugly crying on me, Princess. Relax~! Aang call the nurses!”

            A pair of hands tightly gripped my shoulders, forcing me to look upwards, only to see a dishevelled Sokka. His eyes looked worn-out, and he wore nothing more but a pair of casual slacks and a baggy T-shirt. My breathing steadied immediately, a sense of familiarity overcoming me. “Zuko, the kids, Kiyi?” I blurted out every single thought that came to mind. But Sokka smiled and softly brushed back the hair that flew everywhere when I sat up. Although drained, he seemed relaxed, put together – the opposite of me right now. “Yue, relax. Everyone is okay. But are you okay?”

            Am I okay…?

            It was like Sokka’s words made me take in the fact that my body was practically screaming at me. A dull stabbing pain radiated up and down my back, my neck felt stiff, and I could feel an itchy sensation on my lower jawline. I was in shock and a lot of pain. I knew I pushed myself, but it seemed like all of my poor decisions and lack of planning came to hit me all at once.

            “Did Appa sit on top of me or something?” I moaned out as another wave of discomfort ran through my muscles. My hands tightly gripped the white sheets underneath me, and I took in where we were. I was in the infirmary. I wasn’t even wearing my fancy gown anymore, just a plain white robe. I probably ruined the dress…I destroyed everything.

            “H-how long was I out for?” I asked as I turned back to Sokka. The room was dim, and candles lit up the space, did I pass out for that long?

            “Don’t freak out - it’s still the same day.” I let out a breath of relief as I scanned around the room and took in more of my surrounding’s. The windows that lined the walls were dark, only the dim light from the moon and stars shinnied through. It was night time, and the incident happened during lunch. That means I must have been out for maybe eight…nine, gosh, maybe ten hours?

            But my mind went back to one thing – Zuko.

            I messed up. Everyone saw what I did. We couldn’t dismiss my bending as just ‘rumours’ – it was an issue too gigantic to run away from or push aside. What is Zuko going to do? He didn’t have time to think of a solution with the Earth King and this party. Gosh, the Earth King. What are we going to do now? As if Sokka could tell what I was thinking, he tightly squeezed my hand, a soft reassuring smile on his face, “He’ll figure something out…” I hope so.

            “YUE!”

            My head shot upwards, but I immediately winced, my neck inflexible and another bolt of pain causing black spots to flood my vision. I needed something, anything to make this pain lessen just a bit. “I got the nurses, are you alright?” Aang cried out as he stood at the end of my bed, fidgeting in his spot.

            I nodded, before hissing once more, this neck pain is going to be the death of me. “I’m fine, but really sore,” I said with a light laugh, although I quickly regretted that as every sharp intake of air I took led to a stabbing pain in my back. Aang frowned as he walked over to Sokka’s side, “I should have been there at the party. I could’ve helped; I could’ve-”

            “No. You’re sick, don’t you dare blame yourself for this,” I said sharply as I looked at Aang. Maybe the reason why Aang and I got along so well was that we’re so much alike. We always took the blame for things that were never our fault, wanted to make sure everyone was safe, even if it was at the cost of ourselves. The way Aang looked over me with regret and disappointment made me feel even more guilty.

            “Yue…” Aang started, but he let out a heavy sigh before finally busting out a smile, “I’m just glad you're okay.” I smiled and nodded, and it was then a soft voice interrupted us, “Imperial Consort Ying Yue…?”

            I turned to look at the foot of my bed, noticing a few nurses gathered. They all clenched clipboards to their chests as they observed me with sincere smiles, looking just as relieved to see me awake like Sokka and Aang. They didn’t look at me with judgement or seemed upset, something I was mentally preparing myself for the moment they found out I was a Waterbender. Instead, they looked…happy?

            “Do you mind if we assess you? Make sure you’re okay?” the nurse in the middle spoke. With a quick nod, they quickly dashed towards me and began checking my vitals and other things. I was sat there completely stunned. The nurses treated me as if I was…like them? Maybe they didn’t know that I was a Waterbender? But is that even possible? I’m pretty sure everyone would know by now.

            Finally, they all backed off, the same nurse from the beginning smiled brightly and gently tapped her lower jawline, “Please be careful, the cut wasn’t big enough to stitch, but it’s still an open wound.”

            My hand gently trailed upwards, as I gently caressed my jaw. That was what the itchiness was. It was the bandage that was taped to my skin. “Also, please don’t try to heal yourself, your chi is not stable. Physically, you’re fine, but spiritually, you’re unbalanced.” She started. My eyes widen in surprise, so she does know that I’m a Waterbender. As if my surprise was evident the nurse laughed, “Earthbender, Airbender, Firebender, it doesn’t matter. Fire Lord Zuko entrusted us with you, and we plan on making sure you’re okay before we discharge you. We can’t have our future Queen injured, can we?”

            They care for me, despite knowing what I am…

            At that moment I could hear a few people gasp and mutter to themselves, and the nurse bowed down swiftly, “It’s my cue to leave, the man of the hour is here.” And she turned to Sokka and Aang, “Tell Fire Lord Zuko she is free to go, but she can’t be on her feet. Her chi levels need to re-balance, which can take a matter of hours to weeks depending...”

            Fire Lord Zuko. I completely ignored the nurse, and what she was telling Sokka and Aang, I can figure that out afterwards. My eyes frantically scanned around, jumping from nurse to nurse as I tried to find the entrance to the infirmary. Gosh, why is it so hard to see him? I could usually spot him in mere seconds, but now seconds felt like hours. I could feel my heart beat faster and faster as I looked everywhere around me, but it was a figure standing a few feet away from me that made my heart stop.

            Zuko.

            He looked exhausted.

            Despite the distance, I could see how hollow his eyes looked, his skin seemed pale, and even his shoulders were slumped. My fault. The council were probably eating him alive, and it was my fault - all my fault. I could feel my bottom lip start to tremble as I ripped my gaze away from him and looked down at my lap. I couldn’t face him. I promised I would never hurt him like that, and I did just that. I don’t deserve this title, this care or attention, I don’t deserve Zuko at all. I tightly gripped the blankets as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force myself not to cry. It’s all my fault-

            A pair of warm hands cupped my face, forcing me to look upwards. My eyes met his, and before I could utter a word, he pressed his soft lips against mine. It was a kiss of desperation, as his hands ran up my face and entangled themselves in my black hair. I sat there like an idiot, my hands on my lap, completely overwhelmed with him. I didn’t want to lose him. I was in love with this man so much it hurt.

            He pulled away and pressed his lips against my ear, “I swear if you do anything that stupid, careless, dimwitted – I’ll kill you myself.” he whispered harshly, never letting go of me once. He hugged me as if I could disappear any moment, little did he know I could barely turn my head without my vision cutting out. I pouted as I shook my head, letting my tears overflow and fall down my cheek, “I had to, the kids, Kiyi-”

            “And what about me?” Zuko started, as he pulled away and looked at me in the eyes.

            “If I- fuck Yue, if I lost you, as the Avatar as my witness I would fucking lose it.” He growled angrily before planting a kiss on my forehead. I bit my lip as I pinched at the skin around my fingernails because as much as I didn’t want to ask, I already knew I had to know. I needed to know; I needed to know that we were still a ‘thing.’

            “Zuko…t-the council. Did you- are we…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before Zuko cupped my face and looked at me dead in the eyes. A soft smile reached his eyes before he spoke, “Aang, Sokka, Yue is going to stay the night with me. That way I can keep a watchful eye on her in case she needs anything.” He said, completely avoiding my question.

            I’m sorry – what?

             Sokka patted his shoulder, before nodding, “If you need anything, let me and or Aang know. I’ll let the nurses know. She has a checkup in the morning, so make sure you guys are awake for it.”

            Sokka is okay with this!?!?

            Zuko nodded before standing straight, “I’m going to carry you, wrap your arms around my neck.” I could feel my cheeks flush as I looked at him, all I wanted to know was if the council allowed us to be together, and now he is taking me to his room? Before I could protest, his arms snaked underneath my legs and arms, I gasped and instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, wincing as my arms were sore.

            The immediate sense of coziness filled my heart to the brim feeling Zuko’s warmth as I let my head fall against his chest. I was tired, so mentally and physically exhausted at this point that I don’t care where I sleep, I just want to relax.

            “Rest up okay Yue?” Said Aang as he gave me a thumbs up. I smiled, and Sokka gently patted Zuko’s back, “Watch her, okay?”

            “Promise. Let’s go, get you tucked in bed…” Zuko muttered before walking off. I let out an exhausted sigh and let my eyes close as I rested against his chest. This was the last thing I thought would happen today. But I was too tired to fight, too tired to question; I couldn’t handle it anymore. I let myself enjoy the comfort of being in his arms, enjoying his scent, his touch, just everything. I could faintly feel a low rumble coming from Zuko’s chest, catching me off guard; he was humming.

            A soft deep hum echoed down the halls as he carried me. It was a tune I wasn’t familiar with, but that didn’t change the fact that it was comforting. I fluttered my eyes open to look at him. He looked peaceful as he walked – utterly different from earlier. He seemed to have relaxed tenfold. “What are you humming?” I asked delicately. Zuko looked down at me before shrugging his shoulders, “My mom…she use to hum this to me whenever I was sad…” Zuko said quietly. I smiled before letting my head rest once again on his chest.

            “They said okay.”

            My eyes widen with regret as I sharply looked upwards. I hissed inwardly at the pain, but I didn’t care, “Who said okay?”

            “The council…” Zuko said with a soft smile. A sense of overflowing relief filled me, and I let my head fall against him once again. “Not everyone was happy, but the majority of them were.” We’re okay. We’re going to be okay…

            “I’m sorry Zuko…”I grumbled into his chest.

            “Don’t be. Just…just don’t scare me like that again, okay?” I looked upward, noticing a soft tinge of pink painting his cheeks. “I have enough stress between Aang and Sokka, don’t make me add you to that list.” He said with a light laugh. I grinned, and it was then I noticed we weren’t in the hallway anymore.

            “I’m gonna sit you down on the bed; I’ll go slowly…” Zuko muttered. I nodded my head gently as I could feel him lean over slowly, my body making contact with the cold blankets on the bed. The white robe I was wearing was thin, nothing more than a patient gown, and I didn’t do much to keep the cold away.

            I groaned as I leaned up against his bedframe, trying to get my body to relax under my strained muscles. Zuko pulled away, pushing back my hair before getting a good look at me, “Are you okay?” I nodded, but I couldn’t help but let a small yawn escape my lips. Damn, I’m tired. As if I didn’t pass out for at least eight hours. Zuko chuckled before standing up and going to his dresser. We were in his room, and I couldn’t help but blush remembering what happened the last time I was here. Not the time Yue.

            A light thud caused me to look at the space beside me- a plain shirt that was semi-folded laid there. “Here, change into that, there’s no way you're going to sleep wearing that,” Zuko said with an airy laugh. Pyjamas. I smiled and lifted the shirt to my chest; it was four times too big for me. For spirit’s sakes, Zuko was at least two heads taller than me; this was going to be a dress for me.

            “Zuko, I could use this as a blanket,” I said with a giggle. Zuko laughed before shrugging his shoulders, “Hey, it’s either that or nothing, I prefer the nothing but-”

            “ZUKO!” I squealed as I covered my face with his shirt, engulfing my nose with his natural firewood scent. Zuko laughed, and I could hear him coming towards me, “In all seriousness, I’m going to wash up quick. Do you need help changing?” I lowered his shirt from my eyes, making a conscious effort to hid the rest of my flushed face, “I’m fine you pervert.” I grumbled into his shirt. Zuko grinned before turning on his heel, “You have twenty minutes before I come back, try not to give me a show.” I rolled my eyes as he walked off. ��

            I stared at the shirt on my lap, a broad smile erupting on my face. I’m happy. Despite everything that happened, and the pain I was feeling, Zuko managed to lift my spirits in a mere few seconds. I did love this man. He was perfect, so stupidity perfect that it made me mad that the universe would create such a flawless man like him. What did I do to deserve him?

            “Ten minutes!” I could hear Zuko shout. How the hell-

            Thank goodness it’s a robe; with a single tug on the stash that was wrapped around my waist, I was able to slip out of it effortlessly. Although the real trouble was raising my arms above my head. The pain that throbbed down my arms and back was sickening. But since his shirt was way too big for me, it slipped on my body with ease. A faint blush appearing on my cheeks as I looked down at myself. I was wearing his shirt. It even smells like him…I could get used to this…

            Now to get under the blankets…maybe if I shimmy my butt around like this.

            I probably looked like a fool, smushing my bum around in a pathetic attempt to get the blankets to move down. But it was the only way to limit the piercing pain in my back. And to make matters worse, my stupid plan was actually working. I grinned to myself, as I carefully lifted one leg at a time underneath the blankets, “I’m going outside! You better be naked; I mean don’t be.” Zuko said with a chuckle, and I couldn’t help but laugh at him, ignoring the pain that seemed to tag along. “You’re a pervert Zuko. I don’t know how Sokka let this slid.”

            “Hmm, we can’t all be perfect can we?” 

            I smiled as I watched him walk over to my side, his hair fell down his shoulders, that was where he was wrong; he was so perfect it should be illegal. “Lay down; I’ll tuck you in…” I didn’t bother trying to fight him, letting him ease my body down, and the moment my head hit the pillow, I let out a sigh of relief. “Can you help me get on my side?” I asked. Zuko nodded, helping me move, “Side sleeper?”

            I nodded, letting Zuko pull the blankets high up and tucking it under my chin, “I feel like I’m tucking in Kiyi.” Zuko said with a nervous laugh, reality settling in. We were going to sleep together - in a non-sexual way. It was…strangely intimate. I never slept with anyone before, besides that one time Sokka and I had to share a bed because some stupid prank Toph pulled on him. ‘I’m scared to sleep on my own! What if she scares me again?’ And what I learned from that night was that Sokka was a crazy sleeper, how did Suki get any rest with him?

            As Zuko walked over to the other side, he blew the candles along the way, the room slowly getting darker and darker. I felt the bed dip and the blankets starting to shift. Zuko was getting inside the same bed as me, oh my gosh. I bit my lip to control my heartbeat because I knew he could probably hear it beating profusely. I could feel him shifting, trying to get comfortable, before speaking gently, “I’ll stay on my side, but if you need anything shout.” Zuko muttered. I frowned. He didn’t want to make me feel uncomfortable. He was purposely staying as far away as possible from me.

            I knew it was sweet of him to do, sweet for him to respect the fact that I was naturally a nervous person and a complete novice when it came to this boyfriend-girlfriend stuff. I bit my lip, and with a deep breath, I opened my mouth. There’s no going back now.

            “Zuko…?” I said softly.

            “Hmm?”

            “C-can you…uh, hold me?” I said whispered. I knew it was risky to ask this. Zuko didn’t seem like a cuddler, someone who would want to hold me during the night, and the fear of rejection weighted heavily. B-but, I just…I just wanted him to hold me. I could feel Zuko shift in the bed, and I knew he sat upright, even though I couldn’t turn around to see. “A-are you sure? I don’t want you to feel-”

            “I want you too…” I spoke timidly. Maybe it was my sleepiness that was making me a lot bolder than usual. But thankfully, it worked.  

            Slowly, I could feel the bed behind me shift once again, and a sudden warmth engulf me. Zuko’s broad arms wrapped around my tiny waist carefully, as he pressed his body against mine. Zuko’s frame was overwhelming, and I found myself melting away. He’s so warm, and I smiled as I let my hand grip his. “You’re warm…” I said with a giggle, and I could hear Zuko chuckle, “Using me I see…”

            “If I could warm myself up I would…”

            “That’s my job babe…Hey…”

            “What?”

            “Do you have some stuffed bear you like to cuddle or something…?”

            I giggled as I let my eyes close, “I use too…” A sense of sleepiness was starting to wash over me, but before I let it consume me completely, I finished off, “It was old and stinky, to be honest. My dad gave it to my mom as a gift, and then she gave it to me…I lost it when my parents died…” I could feel Zuko hum to himself in thought before he suddenly jerked away and the bed shift. I groaned as I tried to turn around to see Zuko, but the pain made me think twice, and I let myself stay on my side. I could hear Zuko walking around the room and rummaging through something.

            “Z-Zuko? What are you doing?” I grumbled; the sense of sleep that was washing over me disappearing from hearing Zuko moving around. “Just wait, I’ll warm you up in a few seconds greedy.” I rolled my eyes and smushed my face into my pillow. Zuko really wasn’t lying, as a few seconds later I could feel him cuddle up from behind me again, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me close. “Here…” he grumbled, and I felt something being pushed into my chest.

            I opened my eyes, and although it was dark, I could still make out the fact that it was a small stuffed teddy bear. “Zuko…where did-”

            “It was one of the few things I had before my mom left when I was a child. I use to hide it, scared my dad would burn it or something sadistic. I…always kept it. But anyways, here, it’s yours now.”

            “B-but Zuko. This is important to you, it may be a teddy bear, but it’s yours. I can’t-”

            “I have a teddy bear, right here.” He grumbled, and I suddenly felt him warm up a bit more and snuggle his face into my hair, “Sleep. You have to rest up.” I let my eyes close once again as I cuddled the small teddy bear into my arms. My breathing started to ease up, and I could feel myself drifting off to a deep slumber feeling Zuko’s warmth against me and the way his fingers gently rubbed circles on my palm. “Don’t scare me like that again, you’re more than just a crush, you’re so much more…”

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Name: Sophie Dawn Limerence nee Forest 

Generation: 2

Status: Alive / semi-dead; spare

Traits: Sailor | Loves the Outdoors | Rebellious | Frugal | Petty Thief

LTW: Master Acrobat (Athletic lift ideal; LIMITED by Business, Entertainment, Espionage, Master Thief, Military)

Gender: Female, but very nonchalant about it

Pronouns: She/her/her

Sexuality: asexual heteroromantic, with shades of a girl crush on Carrie

The fear of what Sophie Dawn was to become has been consistent, among others even if not in her family, from the day she was born. ‘A vessel for Maus’s lessons’ was one possibility, ‘a brand new Amelia’ another… and yet, in the end, she’s actually closer to a decently-raised version of Nora Luck Bloom than anyone else. Sharing in her tendency to count the cash and, ahem, cash in where it counts, what she ‘lacks’ in the ability to lie and to murder she more than makes up for in spine, swear words, and a steadfast loyalty to the parents that told her the truth and the little siblings that share in it.

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300 Followers: Prompt List and New Ko-Fi Account

In celebration of reaching 300 followers – thank you all so much – I’ve decided to open up another prompt list based on strange and poetic words. Here are the guidelines, just in case:

I write for all Star Trek series.

I try to keep all my content gender neutral for accessibility.

I can write romantic prompts, but keep it SFW!

You can request one character and one number for these prompts, as well as any details you’d like included.

This prompt list will also be for full length imagines, unlike my previous ones, which were just drabbles.

You can still continue to request regular imagines other than what’s on the prompt list.

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Without further ado: I give you the prompt list! (Definitions from various dictionaries including Merriam-Webster, Oxford, etc.) :)

1. Desiderium: an ardent desire or longing; especially: a feeling of loss or grief for something lost.

2. Compathy: shared feeling (as of joy or sorrow).

3. Abodement: an omen; a foretelling.

4. Callosity: lack of feeling or capacity for emotion.

5. Mamaguy: to try to deceive someone by flattering them or telling them lies.

6. Agastopia: admiration of a particular part of someone’s body.

7. Kakorrhaphiophobia: fear of failure.

8. Pauciloquent: uttering few words; brief in speech.

9. Abulia: loss of ability to make decisions.

10. Illiquation: the melting of one thing into another.

11. Basorexia: an overwhelming desire to kiss.

12. Mellifluous: a sound that is sweet and smooth, pleasing to hear.

13. Ineffable: too great to be expressed in words.

14. Tarantism: the uncontrollable urge to dance.

15. Hiraeth: a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was.

16. Liberosis: the desire to care less about things.

17. Limerence: the state of being infatuated with another person.

18. Kilig: the rush or inexplicable joy one feels after seeing or experiencing something romantic.

19. Heliophilia: desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight.

20. Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile.

21. Anagapesis: loss of feelings for someone who was formerly loved; falling out of love

22. Kalopsia: the delusion of things being more beautiful than they are.

23. Verklempt: completely overcome with emotion.

24. Selcouth: unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous.

25. Drapetomania: an overwhelming desire to run away.

26. Absquatulate: to leave abruptly.

27. Fantod: a state or attack of uneasiness or unreasonableness.

28. Bellicose: aggressive, hostile.

29. Imbroglio: an extremely confused, complicated, or embarrassing situation.

30. Obloquy: strong public criticism or verbal abuse.

31. Recreant: a coward.

32. Lacuna: an unfilled space or interval; a gap.

33. Vespertine: relating to, occurring, or active in the evening.

34. Troth: faith or loyalty when pledged in a solemn agreement or undertaking.

35. Disenthrall: to set free.