#warriors: power of three: sight

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Did I spend hours going through books to collect different Jayfeather-Leafpool moments to point out how much worse the vigil scene is? Yes, yes I did.

FUUUUUUUUCK Jayfeather.

Bitch literally said "I loved her until I found out she was a liar and abandoned us. BUT WAIT YOU DIDN'T LET ME FINISH. I was also going to say that I forgave her eventually. Also I never could have loved her after the betrayal she committed. But she was a good Clanmate I guess." at her funeral.

He said she "abandoned" them, without mentioning at all that she made sure they would be raised by loving parents that she loved and trusted and only gave them up so that they could be fully accepted by the Clan, nor that she was an active figure in their lives, even if they didn't know her exact relation to them.

Not to mention he straight up lied?? "Hollyleaf died defending her lie" no the fuck she didn't?? Where are you even pulling that bullshit from????

[heathfall]

what if... whitewing was a member of the three/four, not dovewing.

after all, she fits the "kin of [Firestar's] kin" better than dovewing, being the daughter of Firestar's nephew.

[wrinklybabies2005]

the sight is a strange book for me

// spoilers for the sight + minor spoilers for the rest of PO3 and mentions of ableism

been re-reading the sight lately (mainly cus i miss hollyleaf) and i find the arc that they set jaykit up for us very strange and ableist.

throughout the first few chapters (when the 3 are still kittens) we see a lot of cats (leafpool, squirrelflight and other clanmates) say that jaykit can ‘never be a normal apprentice’. others go as far to question if he should move to the elders den simply because he is blind.

jaykit, hollykit and lionkit all believe that jaykit can and will become a warrior. these first few chapters feel as if they are setting up a character arc for jaykit, where he will train to become a warrior and face hardships along the way as well as ableism from the cats around him (similar to brightheart’s arc in TPB).

as everyone knows, jaykit is essentially forced to give up his training as a warrior and become a medicine cat, something that he clearly doesnt want and is upset about.

this is ableist, as it gives the reader hope that we will see jaykit grow up and become the first blind warrior in all of the clans and that we will see him change how the clans view disabled cats in general. instead, the books puts him in the medicine den as being a warrior is ‘too hard for him’.

the erin’s trash what could have been an interesting character arc in favour of putting another disabled cat in the medicine den :/

[kuramirocket]

I am on book 1 chapter 6 of, The Power of Three, The Sight, of Warrior Cats.

And I just, Jaykit, Hollykit and Lionkit are so adorable!! The shipcest community wasn't joking when they said we'd get more chances for shipping! I'm just here like, oh no. My shipcest heart is weak.

Lionkit missing Jaykit being in the nursery sleeping cuddled up to each other and it's only been one night! Just Jaykit, Hollykit and Lionkit always doing everything together. It seems like they are really close too which makes sense cause they've grown up together.

The book and this new saga is just beginning. Give me all da family love and shipping subtext!! 🤭❤

Also anyone know their ship name for these 3? JayHollyLion? JayLionHolly?

All these name combinations for ships are wild. I think they could be better organized or maybe just like xxxshipping (e.g. dimensionshipping - I'm thinking of Yu-Gi-Oh Arc-V. A ship I ship, ofc) xD

[tennelleflowers]

Rewriting “The Power of Three”-The Sight (text version)

Okay, I said I would attempt to organize a written version of my rewrite here for you guys, so here it goes! I know it’s been a while and I should’ve done this much sooner, but it’s just a lot to organize and go through. A lot of my ideas were written over several different docs before they went into the final script, so this will be an attempt to show you guys what I took down for notes, what I wanted to change/fix/explore, and then what I wrote in the end.

I’m gonna break this up by book because this is already gonna be long. Of course if you just wanna hear all of it, go watch my video: https://youtu.be/D0G_40Q4A_o

I know I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Feel free to use any of my ideas to write your own fanfic or whatever. I have 0 plans to ever actually write this, so have at it. My video was my way to talk about my frustrations with the arc and where I would’ve liked to see it go instead.

I also want to emphasize that my main goal with these “Rewriting” videos is to try to stay AS CLOSE to canon as I can, while still finding ways to make the books more enjoyable (to me, at least). Which was a huge challenge for this series because, to be frank, not a lot happens, and a lot of the things that do happen don’t add up to much. And that’s a big problem. So I had to invent more exciting scenarios/explanations of events to build to a climax that I felt would still be in the spirit of the original books and lead into Omen of the Stars without much changing. Of course, my version of PoT does end up making some big splashes to the canon by the end of it, but I think overall it is still in line with the general themes the arc presented us.

Let’s get started with some of my original notes when going into this rewrite for ‘The Sight’: 

Rewriting PoT

Goals/Things to keep in mind:

-Keeping the 3 as POV’s for each book. It’s their story, so Jay, Holly, and Lion should get equal development and screen time. Always ask: How does this make x character grow? How does this change their group dynamic? How does x’s growth affect the world around them? If I can’t answer these questions about each of them, I need to think about it more.

-Find a way to tie each story together by the end. Most books will be structured with the three feeling isolated or separated from each other, but the end should find a way to bring them back together: for better or worse. Each book should also feel like a milestone in them becoming more powerful. They need to level up at a consistent rate.

-Moving the plot forward quicker, with Long Shadows/Sunrise happening mid series

-Hollyleaf being “evil” for the second half of the arc, with Sol as the main antagonist

-Make Sol an interesting antagonist, somehow

-What the fuck am I going to do with the Tribe stuff for this arc??? Hhh…I’ve got plans for it in OotS, but I think scrap all but the bare minimum of it in this arc and use it as foreshadowing for OotS.

-Giving all 3 cats more authority so their powers actually come across as scary to outsiders

-Can’t keep this one as canonical as the Rewriting New Prophecy video, bc the problems with PoT are more of a direct result of the slow paced storytelling, verus NP where the main problem was *how* the story was told

-Will still try my best to keep things canonical, but events from Omen of the Stars can be used and shuffled in as well. Since these series are so closely linked, rearranging these events could help build narrative tension.

-Kill Firestar in Long Shadows. It would be much more meaningful here, especially if we build a relationship between him and the Three. Huge power dynamic shift and allows the Three to actually stand a chance at becoming “dangerous prophecy cats”

-No prologues, only epilogues. Making this a series that makes you ask questions at the end. You get a satisfying conclusion in each book, but the epilogue fuels the mystery and tension of anticipation for the next book.

The Sight

What happens canonically:

Jay, Holly, and Lion are apprenticed

Jay wants to be a Warrior but bc of his blindness is forced to be a Medicine Cat

Holly wants to be a Medicine Cat because of the power it gives her, but switches to Warrior when she realizes she’s bad at it

Lion is big dumb lad who wins fights, loves his dad, and hates Breeze

Graystripe comes back with Millie

Cat Olympics

*indicate who is the focal character of the book. Each book focuses on each character, but each book highlights 1 moreso than the others

How could we improve (?) this:

Jay*- Instead of wanting to be a warrior, Jaykit just wants to find a way to be an active member of the clan, because the clan has basically decided to keep him a kit longer than Holly and Lion, with the implication that he’ll be moved to the Elders den eventually and never be given the opportunity to train. Some clan cats (Thornclaw, Spiderleg) resent Jay and say things like “he’s using valuable resources” blah blah blah, but on the other side, Firestar and others say Jay is part of the clan just like any other cat but don’t allow him to do anything. Brightheart stands up for Jaykit and begins training him privately. After a while, Jay realizes he wants to be a medicine cat and Brightheart helps him learn the territory and how to care for herbs so he can prove his worth to Firestar and Leafpool for the job. Jay’s powers are starting to emerge. He can feel the emotions of the clan and how they resent and pity him and this makes him bitter. StarClan, at least, encourages Jaykit to continue pushing to become a Medicine Cat.

Holly- Mostly stays the same. Note that when she is a Medicine Cat apprentice, she feels ostracized from the other TC apprentices, this builds up as time goes on and she gets more frustrated with MC duties.

Lion- Focus more on the apprentice dynamics. The other apprentices are jealous of Lion for picking things up so quickly, and bc he isn’t humble about it. He also trains in the Dark Forest and loves being better than everyone else at fighting, although he feels guilty for talking to Tigerstar and Hawkfrost. He tries to find comfort in Holly and Jay, but both are bitter towards him as well. Holly wants to be better friends with the other apprentices and Jay is bitter about not becoming an apprentice at all. Lion could even be feeling pity towards his brother that Jay calls him out on.

Mid-book Graystripe comes back. (Maybe Graystripe and Millie come back during a normal day, Lion attacks them and expects to be praised for defending the border, but everyone is horrified he hurt Graystripe. This is part one of Lion’s wake up call.) This whole book is about figuring out where you fit in. After seeing the clan struggle with where Graystripe fits back into TC life, Holly and Jay finally get to do their switcheroo and Lion realizes he’s been a bit of a show-off/jerk to the other apprentices and stops that behavior but instead starts to become withdrawn.

End the book in a similar fashion, with the all day Gathering and the climax with Breeze almost dying before Jay and Lion save his ungrateful punk ass.

Epilogue: Firestar gets the Power of Three prophecy

Okay! So those were most of my notes specifically about how I wanted to handle this book and now here’s my actual script for the video:

So, in my rewrite, instead of wanting to be a warrior, Jaykit just wants to find a way to be an active member of the clan, because the clan has basically decided to keep him a kit longer than Holly and Lion, with the implication that he’ll be moved to the Elders den eventually and never even be given the opportunity to train. Hollypaw and Lionpaw get apprenticed while Jaykit stays in the nursery. Some clan cats (like Thornclaw and Spiderleg) resent Jaykit and say things like “he’s using up valuable resources” “He doesn’t contribute anything to ThunderClan”, which is horrible, but on the other side of things, Firestar and his family say that Jaykit is part of the clan just like any other cat but don’t allow him to do anything. 

In the midst of all this, Brightheart stands up for Jaykit and begins training him privately. After a while, Jay realizes he wants to be a medicine cat and Brightheart helps him learn the territory and uses her past Medicine Cat training to show Jaykit how to care for herbs so he can prove his worth to Firestar and Leafpool for the position. From the start of all this, Jaykits powers are starting to emerge. He can feel the emotions of the clan and how they resent and pity him and this makes him bitter and gives him all his angst that we know and love him for. StarClan visits Jaykit one night in his dreams and encourages Jaykit to continue pursuing becoming a Medicine Cat.

Now during all of this, of course, Hollypaw is training with Leafpool. For the time being, this mostly stays the same as the book. With a slight addition that when she is a Medicine Cat apprentice, she feels ostracized from the other ThunderClan apprentices. She doesn’t get their in-jokes and feels like she’s being left behind. This builds up as time goes on and she gets more frustrated with Medicine Cat duties. It’s not bringing her the glory, recognition, or satisfaction she thought it would.

For Lionpaw,  I want to focus more on the apprentice dynamics and give Lionpaw a bit more character development. Reminder: the apprentices around this time are Berrypaw, Hazelpaw, Mousepaw, Cinderpaw, Honeypaw, and Poppypaw. The other apprentices are jealous of Lionpaw for picking things up so quickly. And because Lionpaw isn’t very humble about his prowess either, they pretty quickly start to exclude Lionpaw and call him a show-off. Ashfur also turns out to be a hard mentor to please. (2 guesses as to why. And the second guess doesn’t count.) With no real friends and no Hollypaw or Jaykit to hang around either, he begins training in the Dark Forest. Tigerstar and Hawkfrost feed into Lionpaw’s ego, and in a way, are the closest things to friends that Lionpaw has made so far. As much as Lionpaw loves being better than everyone else at fighting, he does still feel guilty for talking to Tigerstar and Hawkfrost. 

At his lowest point in this book, he tries to talk to Holly and Jay about his problems, but both are bitter towards him as well. Hollypaw wants to be better friends with the other apprentices so she doesn’t understand why Lionpaw can’t just get over himself and be nice, and while Jaykit understands the struggle not getting along with their clanmates, he’s still bitter about not becoming an apprentice at all, and thinks Lionpaw has it easy compared to him. Jaykit’s powers also allow him to read Lionpaw’s emotions, and Jaykit is taken aback. Unlike most of the other ThunderClan cats, who Jaykit mostly feels pity from, Jaykit realizes that Lionpaw doesn’t really have any feelings towards him whatsoever. Only apathy. 

So the kids are all kinda being shitty to each other and going through A TIME.

My changes here are all done in the hopes of really putting our protagonists through some tough character development, but also hopefully foreshadow their roles for the rest of the series. Each character is going through their own problems with self-worth and handling it in different ways. Jay, Lion, and Holly start off as ambitious, but loving siblings to each other but then things quickly become complicated and messy, putting a strain on their relationship as each becomes more burdened with their own problems. They forget to care about each other.

As we get to the back half of the book, Graystripe and Millie arrive. Only this time, instead of showing up during a Gathering, Graystripe and Millie show up during a border patrol Lionpaw is on. Lionpaw is the first to notice the different scent and charges in after the intruders, attacking them without hesitation, just like Tigerstar and Hawkfrost showed him how to do. Lionpaw’s clanmates are horrified he attacked Graystripe, and this begins Lionpaw’s wake-up call that he’s been too brash and big headed. He begins to realize that the other apprentices were right about him and his ego is shattered.

As ThunderClan debates on how Graystripe and Millie are going to fit back into Clan life, this parallels Hollypaw and Jaykit problems as well. Through watching Graystripe reintegrate, Hollypaw realizes that she’d be happier training as a Warrior. And when Millie becomes part of the clan, this gives Jaykit the courage he needs to tell Firestar and Leafpool that he wants to become a Medicine Cat Apprentice and he can prove he’s capable of doing it. After all, if a former kittypet can walk into camp and become a Warrior, why shouldn’t he get a chance? Though he can feel his clanmates doubt and pity him, Jaykit also feels Brightheart’s pride and confidence in him.

Jaykit’s nerves do get the best of him a few times, and he makes a few unfortunate mistakes, but overall does the job. Firestar questions how Jaykit learned all of this, and instead of outing Brightheart, he tells Firestar and Leafpool that a StarClan warrior taught him everything. This half-truth seals the deal and Jaykit finally becomes Jaypaw, Leafpool’s Apprentice.Jaypaw feels strange, unfamiliar emotions from Leafpool and Firestar is also still strangely hesitant towards Jaypaw’s apprenticeship, Jaypaw doesn’t know what to make of these emotions other than assuming that they still don’t believe he can do it. Jaypaw burns with anger and determination but tries not to let it discourage him.

As we reach the climax of this book, the clans still go through with the all day Gathering, but this time Jaypaw, Lionpaw, and Hollypaw are enjoying the Gathering together. Before the Gathering begins the siblings have a heart-to-heart where they each apologize for not being there for each other. For the first time, Jaypaw feels his siblings look at him with pride. He confesses that Brightheart was the one who helped him learn everything. And while Lionpaw has recovered a bit from his shame of attacking Graystripe, he’s still a bit withdrawn, but Hollypaw and Jaypaw are just happy to have gotten an apology from their meat-head brother. 

Another thing to note is that throughout the book, we would still get introduced to Breezepaw and Heatherpaw. Lionpaw in particular has had a few confrontations with Breezepaw. And at the end, Breezepaw still nearly dies until Jaypaw feels his distress through his power and he, Lionpaw, and Hollypaw go save him. 

The clans celebrate Jaypaw, Lionpaw, and Hollypaw heroics and things end on a nice little note about finding where you belong, teamwork, and communication.

Only, now we get the epilogue. Ah ha ha! That’s right. There’s no prologue to this series, only epilogues. Firestar is receiving a dream from StarClan. Instead of any particular StarClan cat visiting Firestar, he can only explore a hostile and dark forest, and the words of a thousand ancestors cry out, “Beware. Three will come, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their paws.” Firestar wakes up in a cold sweat as he hears commotion outside his den. We, as the readers, now realize that this took place several moons ago as Firestar sees Leafpool and Squirrelflight walk into camp with Jaykit, Hollykit, and Lionkit as newborns and Firestar looks on with uncertainty.  

Okay, that was a lot of set up, and some definite changes, but I’m hoping that all of this will strengthen the narrative and characterization, AND give us some juicy foreshadowing of things to come.

[reddzartz]

The Sight, 2021

[negative-corgi]

Ah yes F i r e s t o r m

From the Power of Three: The Sight ch.24

[9ragonmew]

GRAYSTRIPE !?!?

[snow-stream]

Allegiances: ThunderClan

Leader - Firestar - small ginger tom with green eyes 

Deputy - Dustpelt - stocky brown tabby tom with copper eyes 

Apprentice - Nightpaw

Seer - Hazelnose - small brown torbie molly with white markings and golden eyes (Leafpool) 

Apprentice - Dawnpaw

Matriarch - Aspencloud - gray spotted tabby molly with a white belly and green eyes (Ferncloud) 

Daisyflower - cream-and-white tabby molly with blue eyes (Daisy) 

Warriors

Brambledusk - massive red tabby tom with golden eyes (Brambleclaw) 

Apprentice - Cloverpaw

Squirreltail - ginger tortoiseshell molly with a white paw and bright green eyes (Squirrelflight) 

Graystripe - thick-furred gray tabby tom with thick stripes and yellow eyes

Cloudtail - pale gray tom with brown eyes 

Tornface - white molly with golden-ginger patches, a scarred face, and one green eye 

Apprentice - Honeypaw

Snowfoot - tall white tom with blue eyes 

Thornclaw - thick-furred dark golden-brown tabby tom with white markings and amber eyes (Thornclaw) 

Ashfur - pale gray spotted tabby tom with a white chest and blue eyes 

Apprentice - Duskpaw

Rainwhisker - blue-gray spotted tabby tom with yellow eyes 

Sandstorm - sandy golden molly with green eyes 

Spiderfoot - lanky black molly with bright orange eyes (Spiderleg) 

Birchcloud - light gray-brown tabby tom with brown eyes (Birchfall) 

Larchfang - brown tabby molly with dark stripes and amber eyes (Larchkit)

Sorreltail - ginger tortoiseshell molly with white markings and golden eyes 

Apprentices

Honeypaw - beautiful golden tabby molly with green eyes 

Cloverpaw - cream tabby tom with a stubbed tail and brown eyes (Berrynose) 

Nightpaw - black molly with bright green eyes (Hollyleaf)

Dawnpaw - wiry pale gray tabby tom with brown eyes (Jayfeather)

Duskpaw - huge red tabby tom with golden eyes (Lionblaze)

Queens

Dapplewing - tortoiseshell molly with white markings and green eyes (Whitewing)

 

Kits

Foxkit - reddish-brown tabby tom

Icekit - pale gray molly

Elders

Lizardtail - light brown tabby tom with stark stripes, long tail, and clawed hazel eyes (Longtail) 

Mousefur - smallish dusky brown molly with a pale belly and amber eyes 

Willowpelt - pale gray molly with pale yellow eyes 

Brindleface - beautiful dilute tortoiseshell molly with pale green eyes

[readychilledwine]

Small World Pt 2

Summary - After discovering you and Azriel share much more than a mating bond, your relationship grows stronger as tensions between you and your aunt seem to grow higher.

Warnings - implied emotional and mental abuse, second child syndrome in a not good way, we find out Nyx is an asshole, unrequited love, slight smut, use of daddy

A/n - a potentially cliff hanger ending because I haven't decided 100% how this ends

Peep Part 1 Here 💙

Azriel stared at the dress box sitting on Rhysand's desk and nicely folded Illyrian leathers. He couldn't remember the last time he had worn them. The last time he had used a siphon. The leathers were fitted for 7, something Azriel immediately knew would no longer work.

His powers after removing the precious stones had gone wild. His shadows were different now. They were more aware, able to span wider distances, and able to recruit more shadows into his network to join them.

He had spent 5 years alone meditating and learning even more control over them, over what they could do, over how deadly they actually could be.

7 siphons would not be enough.

And he didn't understand how Rhysand did not see that.

He finally spoke, gesturing to the box. "What is this?"

Rhys was settled in his chair, trying to maintain his composure as Cassian stood near the bookshelf to mediate if needed. "We're going to the Court of Nightmares. My daughter's engagement has spread like wildfire, and dear Keir wants to host a party in her honor."

A breathy chuckle left Azriel's lips before he could stop it. "So my fiancée will be dressed like a goddess while I am in leathers at a party to mock us?"

Cassian shifted slightly. "We've always worn leathers to Hewn City, Az. It's to honor our heritage." Rhys just inclined his head to Cassian and nodded. "Y/n wears leathers."

"She has never worn a single set in the 2 years we've been together. There isn't even a set in her closet."

"There's several sets in her closet here," Rhys said quietly. "All set up for pink siphons. 14 of them." Cassian and Azriel couldn't help their chuckles. "Imagine a blonde Illyrian with pink siphons, Azriel, its quite the sight." Rhys smiled fondly, eyes glimmering with pride despite everything. "She's-" he looked up, searching for the perfect word for his daughter. "She's my everything. And I've done a horrible job showing her that."

Azriel sucked in a deep breath. "I won't mediate this, Rhys. This is a you two thing. Not an us three thing."

Azriel knew now why you were estranged from your family. Nyx was their golden child. Constantly praised, admired, in the spotlight. He was, and still is, their reminder of how they had almost died to pass along their love. He could do no wrong, never be wrong, and was treated as such.

You, on the other hand, were the second child. The significantly younger one Nyx learned to plant blame on and watch as you were scolded and seen as "the problem" as you had told him you were now addressed as in Hewn City and Illyria. You had been raised by Ness more than Feyre and Rhys, passed off to them until your powers bloomed at 16, and suddenly your father found you interesting again. With a lack of a spymaster, he exploited you, forcing you to touch people and feel their emotions, when they lied, their stories. Forcing you to live trauma over and over of females clipped in the mountains, of tortured traitors in dungeons, of Nesta's dark phase.

You locked your powers so far away one day, so deep inside you that even you hardly could access them unless you actually wanted to. It had been just before your 18th birthday that happened. And then the fight that sealed the casket happened. Rhys had verbally lashed you. Attacked you for refusing to let him use your "one worth" to keeping his family and court safe.

Your father had said he saw you as useless, and everyone else just stood by watching.

Like they had with Nesta.

Only you were just a child. Not a head strong warrior, a goddess in fae form.

You packed the basics and spent the night on the streets in a dark alley.

Even if you and Rhys magically fixed things, even if you forgave but not forgot, Azriel would never. How you were raised, how you've been treated, it forever will taint his vision of Rhys, Feyre, and Nyx. The abuse they unleashed on you, they'd never make up for.

Rhys nodded, eyes glancing to the doorway as footsteps approached. "I would never ask you to fix my relationship with her when I need to fix my relationship with you as well. I just need you to know I love her. That she will always be my girl."

"You have an odd way of showing her your lo-"

The door opened, and you stepped in, immediately going to Azriel's side and eyeing the box. "Dad. Cassian." You opened the lid and nodded. "Well. At least it's sparkly."

Rhys cocked his head. "You don't like it?"

Azriel watched as you paused. The bond flared with conflicting emotions. Anger, hurt, longing. How long had it been since Rhys held you? Since he told you he loved you without you having to earn it. "No, I like it. I just know what this means. You never give me nice things unless Hewn City is involved." The last sentence trailed off quietly, and pain flooded the bond.

Rhys looked down, nodding as he scratched the stubble growing on his face. "I am sorry. I just-"

"Please don't. You never mean it." You grabbed the box. "I will wear it and find jewelry." You turned to Azriel. "Elain would like to speak with you. She said something about a garden you two planned together and how I'll never understand the love you two share. How it breaks bonds and shakes worlds."

The relationship between you and Azriel had been messy since dinner two weeks ago. You two had your first fight over, of course, Elain and her rekindled love, lust, whichever felt appropriate at the moment for Azriel. He ignored the constant letters, the random headache powders, the message coded flowers.

He had reached out to Lucien, asking the male what had happened. According to the new Lord of Day, Elain and he had tried for 5 years, but the damage had been done. Lucien didn't trust Elain, Elain spent most of their time comparing the two of them, and nothing Lucien gave her was enough. He had been the one to reject the bond, and after 7 years, he had found himself heavily involved in a relationship with a now fully fae Vassa and Jurian.

Rhys and Cassian both gave him gentle looks of concern as he held your hand, preventing you from walking away. He stared Rhys in the eyes, doing something he felt Rhysand had never done to prove a point. "I'd rather go home with you, so if you were planning on winnowing, we might as well go together." He picked you.

They watched as all tension left your body, as security eased into your face. "Then let's go home." Azriel grabbed the leathers, nodding to Rhys and Cassian before following you.

Azriel's elbow locked around your neck, hand squeezing your hip as he pinned you below him and continued taking you from behind. You both had no interest in heading to Hewn City, so you had distracted him, walking into your shared bedroom in just a pretty blue silk night gown offering to give your body to him for what he had done, the message he had sent.

You were supposed to be getting ready, but instead, Azriel was growling above you, pumping into you carelessly. Your toes curled at how deep he was hitting, at how good he felt, how good he felt every time. "So close," you whispered. "So fucking close-" You were moaning his name when the knock on the door came.

A shadow rushed to him, curling his ear as he paused. "It's Elain," he muttered. "She's relentless." You whined below him, hips wiggling to get friction back. "Baby,"

"Please," you begged. "It's been weeks, I've been so good, please, daddy."

Azriel felt his cock twitch at the use of the name. He'd longed for a moment to erase the memory of what happened, and you had just given it to him. He felt you moving your hips, doing the best you could while pinned to the mattress to fuck yourself on his cock.

You were his focus, the rest of the world melting away as he heard your moans turning into screams of his name. You sounded so pretty coming for him, crying for him, begging for more for less for everything as oversensitivity took over. You especially looked pretty dripping his seed when he pulled out of you. Once again, he had chosen you.

You two laid there, holding each other until claws came for both of you. Scratching angerly as your mental shields and causing you to bury your head into Azriel's chest. "We need to get ready unless you want him showing up here next," Azriel played with your hair, scratching your scalp lightly. "Let's see how many siphons I blow through."

After 2 sets of siphons being destroyed, you were currently dragging Azriel down the streets of Velaris and to your brother and father's tailor. You knew she'd be able to fit and dress him in seconds and that he'd look every bit handsome as he deserved. You were pissed when you saw he had been gifted Illyrian leathers and not a suit. Your father was out of touch with Azriel. With you.

"Helena," you smiled at the older female. "We need help."

Azriel felt stiff. Staring at the doors of Heen City as a shocked page boy ran to inform Rhys and Feyre of the late arrival. You two were about to upstage them in their own court. The guests of honor arriving late and being introduced after the Lord and his Lady.

You would have upstaged them by yourself anyway, though. Azriel admired you one more time. Rhys had picked well, though you both would never admit it. The dress had a see-through bodice of black lace and floral applicates with thin straps. It led to a satin skirt that was tight and then flared out to your hips. The left leg had a high slit, showing the toned beautiful skin Azriel was begging to cover in his kisses. You had picked a simple necklace, a single tear drop shaped sapphire with matching earring and a matching bracelet. Your ring sat on manicured nails painted a soft shade of pink to white coffin head tips. Heels graced your feet, the red underside flashing when you walked. "Gods, you are stunning," he finally whispered out in a hoarse voice.

"And all yours," you looked at him, adjusting the lapel of his jacket. "Forever." Your mask slipped on as the doors opened, a collective gasp ringing through the room over who was on your arm followed by whispers.

Azriel knew this song and dance, walking you into one thousand eyes staring and gawking. He hated seeing you like this as you were ushered to the dance floor. The first dance of the night had been delayed, and the fae were restless.

Once you were centered on the floor, you turned facing him, eyes cold and distant as you disassociated from this place. He placed a hand on your hip, leaving his other to his side where both of your sat.

It was unfair of Feyre and Rhysand to expect you to do this traditional waltz, but you followed Azriel's steps as the music began, that first note echoing in your bones and soul. Your parents had claimed your first dance with your mate. The first true dance you two would ever share, and it had to be done in front of hundreds of fae who spat your direction when the Lord and Lady were busy.

Azriel had decided he hated this side of you. He was studying you like a project. You were a different female down here. Cold, uncaring, forced into this role of the High Lord's daughter.

Did these fae know you took far too much creamer in your coffee?

That you were afraid of storms?

That you only ate fruit pastries because you found chocolate too bitter?

You were Rhysand through and through with that mask on. But inside, inside Azriel knew you carried the very light of what your grandfather built. You were a true dreamer, and you could rattle the very stars themselves if your father would just give you the chance.

If Rhysand would just believe in you.

Azriel decided in that moment what the answer to your happiness was. He'd take you tonight and you two would leave.

Fuck expectations.

Fuck the rules.

Fuck your family.

Azriel would pick you for the third time today, and you two would leave.

He just had to get you through this visit at Hewn City first, and as he watched Elain shatter a champagne flute in her hands, he knew that was going to be a mission all on its own.

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If It's True

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader

Summary: When an unexpected guest crashes your House's welcome feast for the Harkonnens, your life unknowingly becomes the start of a sad, sad song.

Word Count: 872

TW: Manipulation, Dark!Feyd-Rautha (so Regular Feyd-Rautha), she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, songfic

A/N: Hi, it's your friendly neighborhood shitposter. I'm taking a huge leap of faith with this fic, because I truly haven't written anything in YEARS. This idea has been bouncing around in my head for days, thus "the trilogy was born". This is meant to be Part One of a three part series, based on different songs from the musical Hadestown. I've obviously written this with very very dark interpretations of the songs and the themes. If enough people like it, I'll post parts two and three. Please let me know if it's any good, I'd love some feedback :)

AO3

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories other than what I derive inspiration from are strictly coincidence.

What’s the use of his backbone

If he never stands upright?

“We welcome you to Kolhar, my lords Baron and na-Baron. Our House humbly offers our services and facilities to your use. I toast to our continued cooperation and to the strength of our Houses.”

As your father raised his cup, others of our House followed suit. The official welcome feast was well underway, though House Harkonnen had been planetside for at least a week already. The past few days had been for inspecting our mines and factories, ensuring that our production of their ships and swords were up to standard. 

Now? Pure pageantry. You found it a bit redundant, but it was necessary to ensure your good standing among the Houses of the Imperium. It was a grand occasion, in which the leaders of your father’s council were present, as well as the highest ranked mine workers. 

The doors to the large hall slam open, a familiar figure storming in. Your heart flutters at the sight of your beloved parting the crowds before him. The man who you had met by complete coincidence, one of the workers in a local steel mine, who you had spent the better part of a year meeting in secret—had crashed the court. You noticed a bruise growing on his cheek and blood trickling down his temple, indicating that his journey to enter through the doors was easier said than done. His voice soon bellowed throughout the hall. 

“My Lord Duke, I refuse to let your daughter’s hand be taken by the na-Baron. She cannot marry him.” 

The crowd gasps, as do you. You had spent the past week showing the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha around the grounds, the training of your most fierce warriors, and the best of your planet’s culture. You had shared a laugh or two and shown your prowess as a leader. Yes, you’d spent quite a bit of time with him, but marriage? This was news to you. 

You turn to your father, who gives you an apologetic grimace. Several Harkonnen guards step forward to seize the love of your life. You quickly stand to protest, but the na-Baron stops the guards in their track with a single snap of his fingers. He offers a hand to calm the crowd, an eerie stillness in his form.

“It is true, I have offered my hand to the Lady.”

I believe that with each other, 

we are stronger than we know.

“There must be a way around this. Even if this is in defiance of the court, they can’t punish all of us! We work their mines; they couldn’t truly function without us. We are the ones who truly hold the power! I implore you to stand with me, show them our strength!”

Your love stands strong, chin raised in the crowd, voice pleading with his brothers and sisters to stand beside him. He was convinced that this moment could provide a great revelation, that somehow your situation was different. That the consensus of a crowd could make the na-Baron stand down. Surely, your story could convince even the coldest of hearts that love can conquer all. He must have some sentimentality that resonates within him.

That's one of the main reasons why you fell in love with him. He's always so full of hope. Always willing to see the world as it could be, in spite of the way that it actually is.

But you knew better.

“This is treason.” Someone whispers in the room. Murmurs of assent soon follow, and your heart drops. The crowd around him quickly dissipates, as if the mere act of touching him promises death. 

And the ones who deal the cards

Are the ones who take the tricks

With their hands over their hearts

While we play the game they fix

You start to plead with your father to spare your lover. He doesn’t know any better, he wasn’t raised in the ways of politics or court. It’s purely out of his love and devotion to you, so please—

Feyd-Rautha stands up and the room is immediately devoid of sound. He cranes his neck to look at you.

“You love him?”

You swallow harshly, lifting your chin. “I do.” You went to your lover, making a bold statement in linking your fingers together. Presenting a united front. Hoping that somehow, your kind attitude the past week towards the na-Baron would allow this leniency.

A gleam flashes through his eyes, almost imperceptible. He gives a blackened smile, making show of placing his hand over his heart. Confusion fills you. He slithers down the steps towards the pair of you, boots echoing in the Feasting Hall, each step making your lover’s hand give a slight tremor. Your mind stands strong in its conviction, in the thought that you’ll have to fight for what you want. But a small tendril in the back of your mind gives the slightest hesitation. The smallest indication of hope. Maybe…

Piter leans towards his Baron, whispering concerns in his ears, but is quickly paused by the Baron’s hand. Vladimir gives a slow, menacing grin. He responds to his Mentat in a low voice,

“Don’t bother. You know that my nephew loves to play with his food.”

Is this how the world is?

[bonefall]

I know you talked about Crowfeather's abuse to Breezepelt, but are you keeping Nightcloud's physical abuse against Crowfeather? In all their arguments, Nightcloud is the only one who ever gets physical with Crow. In the books, she rakes her claws against him a few times drawing blood. If I had been young Breeze and had seen that it'd be one of the things that would make me do my best to be and stay in my mother's good graces. Yeah, my dad may smack me but he never cuts me, never leaves me open for death by infection.

When?

Have you read the books you're confidently citing right now? Or did you hear this from some amoeba and then didn't check it before coming into my house

POWER OF THREE:

The Sight: 13 mentions. Takes Breezepaw's side in a small verbal argument, then scolds him for xenophobia. Is scared her only child almost died and insists on carrying him alone. Upset when Leafpool makes a flirtatious comment to her husband, soothes two kids to sleep

Dark River: 4 mentions. Exists on a patrol and Leafpool is jealous of her.

Outcast: 1 mention. Nicely says goodbye to Crowfeather as he stares off into the distance thinking about Feathertail.

Eclipse: 1 mention. Takes part in the eclipse battle with the rest of WindClan.

Long Shadows: Unmentioned.

Sunrise: 4 mentions. Hears the reveal at the gathering and looks "bewildered and angry." Crowfeather tells her that he, "Has no kits other than Breezepelt" and she pins her ears against her head.

Was it here? In one of these 23 mentions across 6 books? PLEASE point out the "Cuts Me, Leaving Me Open For Death By Infection." I'm SO curious.

OMEN OF THE STARS:

The Fourth Apprentice: Unmentioned.

Fading Echoes: 1 mention. Thinks Dovepaw disguised her scent.

Night Whispers: 6 mentions. Argues with Crowfeather at Gatherings. Leafpool comes across a fight between Breezepelt and Lionblaze and pleads to Crowfeather, "How can you watch your sons fight?!" Nightcloud jumps forward glaring, repeats that her husband has no kits other than Breezepelt. Leafpool jumps in front of a Breezepelt lunge. Crowfeather jumps in, grabs his son, and "throws him aside like prey" before bitterly mocking another love confession from Leafpool. Nightcloud drags Crowfeather off. Crowfeather turns on Nightcloud, hissing, and Breezepelt jumps between them and says, "leave my mother alone." Warns them, "Next time, we'll shred you!" Later says something rude about RiverClan at a Gathering.

Sign of the Moon: Unmentioned.

The Forgotten Warrior: 2 mentions. Glares at Hollyleaf twice.

The Last Hope: 6 mentions. Is on a patrol that finds Jayfeather in a thornbush and glares at him. Then Crowfeather says it was all actually HER fault that Breezepelt turned out to be such a little brat.

Which one of these 9 MENTIONS ACROSS 6 BOOKS are we going for, today? Was it the part in Night Whispers? Is THAT where she Cuts His Life Into Pieces This Is Her Last Resort?

Let's play I-Spy 🔎! Highlight all the places Nightcloud "draws blood!"

Which of the following characters in this passage are bleeding? Is Crowfeather any of them 🤔? No?

Is it here? Is it this part? Which of these cats are bleeding? Is it Crowfeather🪶? Is it Lionblaze🦁? Is it beloved Character Actress Margot Martindale💃?

Oh? You mean to tell me that you were misrepresenting a cat dragging away another cat as "RAKING HER CLAWS AGAINST HIM DRAWING BLOOD AND LEAVING HIM OPEN FOR INFECTIONS TO DIE"?

In other words, a lie?

Pulling a big lever and sending you down into The Nightcloud Derangement Pit. I will be further woobifying her unencumbered. The Nightcloud Agenda will spread. Soon we will take the west coast.

[doumadono]

Vowed to avenge - Akaza x Reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, dirty talk, vaginal sex, praise kink Synopsis: the search for the Upper Moon Three takes an intense and steamy turn Requested by: @warringwarrioridiot - I sincerely hope that this fic meets your expectations and brings you enjoyment

MASTERLIST

You had been searching for Akaza for months. Ever since he killed your dear friend Kyojuro Rengoku, you had made it your mission to track down the demon responsible for his death. It wasn't an easy task. Akaza was a powerful demon, and he had a knack for hiding in plain sight. He was known for his immense strength, speed, and tactical intellect. His presence alone struck fear in the hearts of those who dared to cross his path.

You scoured every corner of the country, following any lead that came your way. You spent sleepless nights studying maps and consulting with other members of the Demon Slayer Corps. As the months passed, your frustration grew. You felt as if you were getting nowhere, and you couldn't help but wonder if your search was in vain. But you couldn't give up. Not when Kyojuro's death weighed so heavily on your heart.

You were a unique individual, to say the least. Standing at just under 5,2 feet tall, your curly hair was your most defining physical feature. It was wild and untamable, much like your personality. As the tsuguko of Mitsuri Kanroji, you had a fierce and confrontational demeanor that often put others off. Your short temper and abrasive nature were infamous among your peers in the Demon Slayer Corps. You had a sharp tongue and were never afraid to speak your mind, even if it meant ruffling a few feathers. You were a force to be reckoned with, and you knew it. But underneath your tough interior was a deep sense of pride and loyalty. You were fiercely dedicated to your cause and your comrades, and you would do anything to protect them. Your heart was as big as your personality, and those who were lucky enough to get close to you knew that your tough interior was just a defense mechanism. Despite your abrasive nature, you had a certain charm that drew people in. Your confidence and fearlessness were contagious, and you always had a way of making people feel seen and heard. You had a gift for connecting with others, even if it meant calling them out on their faults.

Ultimately, after what felt like an eternity, you got a lead. A demon had been spotted in an abandoned, desolate dojo, and it was said to be Akaza. You didn't waste any time. You gathered your weapons and set off to the dojo, determined to confront the demon who had caused you so much pain.

You finally found his lair, an abandoned, desolate dojo in the mountains. The wind howled as you walked towards the entrance, clutching your sword tightly. You took a deep breath and entered the dojo. As you entered the demon's lair, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. You knew the danger that awaited you, but you were ready to face it. You were a warrior, a fierce one. The air was thick with the smell of blood and death. Your heart raced as you overheard footsteps approaching.

As you turned around, your heart began to race. You could feel the sweat on your palms and the hair on the back of your neck standing up. But to your surprise, there was no one there. Just darkness. You tried to take a step forward, but your legs felt heavy, as if they were glued to the ground. The darkness seemed to swallow you whole, and you could barely see your hand in front of your face. Suddenly, you heard a whisper, but you couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was a soft, almost melodic voice, and it sent chills down your spine.

"I expected you to arrive sooner, considering your position as a tsuguko of a Hashira," a voice said.

You could feel your hands shaking with rage, but you refused to give in to his taunts. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "You talk too much, demon!" You spat back, your voice laced with venom. "I'm not here to exchange words with you. I'm here to avenge Kyojuro's death."

You suddenly saw a figure emerging from the shadows. As he drew closer, you could make out his features in the dim light. The first thing that caught your eye was the glinting of his eyes in the dim light of the moon that filtered through the cracked windows, piercing and golden. His skin was porcelain white, his sharp angular features seemingly chiseled from marble. His hair short and pink. His muscular frame adorned with tattoos that snaked their way up his arms and down his chest, like serpents coiled around his body. As he walked towards you, his movements were graceful yet menacing, like a predator stalking its prey. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as he drew closer, his powerful aura filling the room.

Akaza's grin only grew wider. "Ah, yes. The flame Hashira. He was a worthy opponent, but in the end, he was no match for me."

You felt a surge of anger at the mention of Kyojuro's name. You raised your sword, ready to attack. "Don't you dare mention Kyojuro," you utered, your words dripping with venom. "Your words are nothing but malice, a cruel mockery of a man who gave his life to protect others, demon!"

You leaped into action, unsheathing your nichirin sword with a swift movement. You charged towards him, intent on taking him down and avenging your fallen friend.

Akaza merely stood there, watching you with a bemused expression on his face; he was completely unconcerned about your attack.

You swung your sword in a wide arc, aiming for his midsection, but Akaza sidestepped effortlessly, moving with the grace of a dancer. His movements were fluid and precise, like he was merely playing a game with you.

You gritted your teeth, frustration boiling within you as he dodged every attack with ease. You knew that he was toying with you, but you couldn't help but feel impressed by his skill. Finally, you saw an opening and struck, your sword connecting with Akaza's shoulder. A sizzling sound filled the air as the demon slayer sword burned through his flesh, leaving a deep gash in its wake.

Akaza stumbled back, a look of surprise and admiration on his face. "Ah, you have some skills indeed, little slayer!"

You didn't respond, still in the midst of battle. Akaza's wounds were already beginning to heal, and you knew you had to keep moving if you wanted to have any chance of defeating him.

The two of you clashed again and again. You felt your heart racing in your chest, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Despite the danger and the pain, there was a thrill in the fight that you couldn't deny. It was as if you were meant to be here, facing off against this powerful enemy.

As the fight wore on, you could feel your strength beginning to wane. You knew that you couldn't keep this up forever. But just as you thought all was lost, you landed a decisive blow, your sword piercing through Akaza's chest.

He gasped in surprise, his eyes wide with shock, bu within blink of an eye, his wounds began to heal, the flesh knitting itself back together before your eyes. Akaza chuckled, rolling his head back a little. "I must admit, I'm impressed. You're a fierce warrior, I like that, and your loyalty to your friend is admirable. You also have quite the bratty attitude, don't you?" He inquired, his voice low and smooth. "I must admit, I find it rather endearing."

You bristled at his words, feeling a surge of indignation at his condescension. But before you could retort, he continued.

"Although, I must ask, were you not taught to speak with more respect?" He chuckled, his tone lightly chiding. "After all, you are the tsuguko of a Hashira. One would expect you to comport yourself with a bit more decorum."

You gritted your teeth, fighting back the urge to snap at him. Akaza's words were like a thorn in your side, reminding you of your own failings and insecurities. But you refused to let him see your weakness. Gasping for air, you spat through clenched teeth, "I don't need to respect a demon who preys on the innocent," your words sharp and biting. "And I certainly don't need your approval, demon!"

As much as you hated him, there was something about Akaza that seemed a little intoxicating. The way he carried himself in, his wry smirks and words, it was all so beguiling. It was almost as if his presence alone was enough to make you feel weak in the knees. It was confusing, this feeling of being drawn to your enemy, but you couldn't ignore it, no matter how hard you tried. As Akaza stood before you, his tattoos glinting in the moonlight and his haori flowing gently in the breeze, you found yourself studying his features with a mix of fascination and revulsion.

Akaza's eyes roamed over you, taking in your appearance with a predatory gaze. For a moment, you braced yourself for his next attack, but instead, he surprised you by complimenting you. "You know, for someone with such a bratty attitude, you certainly carry yourself well," he said, his lips curling up in a smirk.

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion, but you couldn't deny the thrill of satisfaction that ran through you at his words - did the moment trigger your praise kink?

"And your nichirin sword," he continued, nodding toward the weapon in your hand. "The shade of dark pink suits you. It's a nice touch, for such a beautiful girl like you, dear… Oh! Where are my manners? I've been so focused on our little conversation that I forgot to ask, what's your name?"

There was no way you were going to reveal your identity to the enemy. "I'm not telling you my name," you refused firmly, gripping your nichirin sword tightly.

Akaza's eyes still glittered with amusement. "You're really a brat. It's amusing. I like a little fire in my opponents, especially when they're as pretty and little as you."

Despite your best efforts to maintain your composure, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at his words. It was as if he could see something in you that others couldn't, a hidden strength that you had yet to fully tap into. You felt yourself standing a little taller, a little more assured in your abilities.

"I must say, you are quite a sight too," Akaza mused, his voice low and smooth. "That shade of dark pink on your haori suits you well, and the way you carry your nichirin sword shows a level of confidence and skill that is rare to see in someone so young, especially a woman."

You could feel your cheeks heat up, and you couldn't help but feel flattered. You shook your head, trying to clear your mind of the pleasant feeling that had come over you. You knew that you couldn't let yourself be distracted by Akaza's words or his alluring presence. You needed to focus on the fight at hand. Gritting your teeth, you lifted your nichirin sword once more, steeling yourself for the next round of battle. Despite the exhaustion that was creeping into your limbs, you refused to give up. You were a Demon Slayer, trained to face even the most formidable foes with courage and determination.

Akaza watched you, his eyes gleaming with interest. There was a sense of amusement in his gaze, as if he found your stubbornness amusing. "You are quite the fighter," he commented, his voice lilting. "It's almost a shame that we have to be enemies." Akaza stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

You could feel the intensity of his gaze, and you couldn't help but feel a tingle run down your spine. You stumbled backwards, your heart pounding in your chest, as Akaza seemed to move impossibly fast, standing right in front of you in the blink of an eye. You felt your back press against the rough wooden wall of the dojo, trapping you in place. Your face flushed with crimson, not only due to exhaustion from the fight, but also because of Akaza's proximity - his breath was fanning the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel your heart racing as he leaned in closer, his lips just inches away from yours. You could feel the heat of his body against yours. "Go to hell, Akaza," you spat out after regaining your composure.

Out of nowhere, Akaza leant in and crushed his lips against yours. The suddenness of the action took you by surprise, but as soon as his lips met yours, you felt a spark of electricity coursing through your body. As he kissed you, you couldn't help but moan with pleasure. You had never felt anything like this before, and you knew that you were hooked. With every touch and every kiss, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper under demon's spell.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel his hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer to him. As the kiss with Akaza intensified, you began to lose your grip on your sword. Your attention was completely consumed by the passion of the moment, and you forgot that you were even holding a weapon. The sword slipped from your hand and clattered to the ground, but neither of you paid it any mind. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled away, leaving you breathless and wanting more. You opened your eyes to find him staring at you intensely, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and adoration. He brushed a lock of your curly hair out of your flushed face. "You really are a good girl, aren't you?"

Akaza placed his hands on your hips and pulled you towards him, causing your breath to catch in surprise. Your body flushed with warmth and your stomach dropped as you looked up at him with wide eyes, clearly conveying your shock. However, you didn't pull away from him, instead instinctively placing one hand on his bicep and the other on his bare chest. Your mind raced with confusion and disbelief. This couldn't be happening, could it?

You stood there, lost in the moment as your lips locked with Akaza's in a heated make-out session. As you kissed, you felt a growing bulge between his legs pressing against your thigh. His hands roamed from your hips, one of them gripping your small, perky rear while the other trailed up your side. His thumb brushed tantalizingly under your breast, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. Several times you felt the urge to reach down, into his buggy pants, and take hold of his cock, but you lacked the confidence to do so.

He slightly pushed away from you, looking at you with complete certainty. You could see the earnestness in his eyes as he commanded, "Take off your panties, but leave the skirt on," and began to remove his pants.

Without much of hesitation, you reached under your skirt and slid your panties down to the ground, feeling the cold night air on your now-bare pussy; you could already feel the wetness within. The slightest friction of removing your panties sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

He slid his pants off, revealing his rock-hard erection. "Here, kneel here and suck it for me, sweet girl without a name."

As you knelt before him, you ached to feel him inside you. The anticipation was making you feel like just the slightest touch on your clit would send you over the edge. You wrapped your hand around his erected shaft, taking it in your mouth and sensually tracing your lips up and down its length. With each soft touch of your lips, you could feel his member twitch in your hand. After a few tantalizing moments of teasing, you took a deep breath and wrapped your lips around the tip, gradually sliding it into your mouth.

A muffled groan escaped from Akaza's lips as he savored the sensation. "You're doing so well, cockslut," he praised, his voice laced with desire.

As he praised you, your body responded with a shiver and a moan. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and the sound of his pleasure only spurred you on. You took him deeper, swirling your tongue around him, and he let out a guttural groan. Your own arousal was building with every passing second. With your other hand, you tenderly cradled his balls and softly kneaded them, eliciting another muted moan from him. As you continued to lavish his cock with your mouth and hands for the next few minutes, you eventually tasted the tangy precum that indicated your skilled efforts.

"Just like that, slut. Show me how good you can be. Suck my cock," the demon slipped his hands into your curly hair, tugging it from time to time. "Oh, come on, I know you can do better than that. Open that pretty mouth of yours wider. Just like that, doll, just like that," Akaza held your head still and started bucking his hips back and forth, face-fucking you.

Akaza's praises directed to you made you shiver in pleasure, your kink kicking in hard. You started drooling, saliva was dripping down on your uniform from the corners of your mouth. Hearing him call you a "good girl" and praising your obedience sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal at his words. It was as if his praise was the ultimate reward, and you would do anything to earn it. The way he looked down at you with admiration and lust only fueled your desire to please him even more.

He changed his mind about how to finish things. He motioned for you to stop and stand up, then stepped closer and pressed you against the wall again. Akaza lifted you up, cupping both hands under your ass, and you instinctively wrapped one leg around his hip for support. With your pussy pressed against his thigh, he whispered into your ear, "Show me how wet you are. Let me feel it. Oh, yes. That's it. You're such a good, naughty thing, aren't you, nameless girl?"

As his thigh rubbed against your wetness, you couldn't help but moan softly. His order to keep stroking him only added to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. You obediently resumed stroking his hard length, feeling it throb under your touch.

"You're so good at this," Akaza murmured, his voice laced with appreciation. "So obedient and willing to please." As he continued to grind against you, you could feel your breathing becoming shallower and more ragged. The pleasure was becoming almost unbearable, and you knew that you were close to the edge.

Finally, looking right in your Y/E/C eyes, he whispered, "Do you want my cock yet? I want to hear you say it. Do you want to feel me inside your little, slick cunt?"

"Yes, please," you whispered, barely moving your lips.

With that, Akaza lined himself with your entrance and thrusted forward.

As he pushed into you, you couldn't help but gasp at the overwhelming sensation. Your body eagerly welcomed him, and you could feel yourself becoming even wetter with each thrust. The pleasure rippled through your body, making you arch your back and bite down on your lip to stifle a moan. There was no resistance as he slid in deeper, filling you completely.

Akaza praised as he took your hand and guided it to your clit. "Be a good, little slut you are and play with that pretty slit." He didn't have to say twice. Akaza watched you intently, his eyes fixed on your hand as it worked its magic on your clit. He continued to thrust into you, each one timed perfectly with your finger movements. "That's it, sweet girl," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "You look so beautiful when you're pleasuring yourself."

Your body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. The combination of his cock inside you and your fingers on your clit was almost too much to bear. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Akaza," your voice barely above a whisper as you chanted his name. "Harder! Oh my! Harder, I said, you fucking demon!"

He responded by picking up the pace, driving into you harder and faster. His fingers dug into your hips through the fabric of your short skirt as he held you close, his lips brushing against your neck. "Cum for me, little slut," he urged. "Let go and give in to the pleasure."

With one final thrust, you felt your orgasm wash over you. Your body tensed and you cried out his name, your fingers still working furiously on your clit. Akaza held you tightly as you rode out your orgasm, his own release imminent. Finally, with a low growl, he came inside you, filling you with his hot seed.

As the two of you came down from your highs, Akaza pulled out of you and gently set you down on your feet. "Well, well, just look at you, little tsuguko. You're brimming with my seed, your body all flushed from the things I did to you. Such a naughty little slut. What would your fellow slayers say if they found out you let a demon take you like this?" Akaza teased, running the tip of his tongue along his lips curved in a wry grin as he kept jerking his cock, last drops of his cum falling on the wooden floor.

As you finally regained your composure, a wave of realization hit you like a ton of bricks. What had you done? You had just let Akaza fuck you, using your body for his own pleasure. Your mind raced with thoughts of guilt and shame. You couldn't believe you had allowed yourself to be used like that. But at the same time, a part of you couldn't deny the intense pleasure that had come with it. You couldn't deny the way his praises and commands had made you shiver with excitement. It was a confusing mix of emotions, and you weren't quite sure how to process it all. After picking your panties from the dusted floor, and quickly putting them on, you adjusted your uniform, and looked over at Akaza, who was still standing there with a satisfied look on his face, improving his pants. "You must have cast a spell on me! It's impossible that I did all of that on my own will!" You pouted, your voice lingering with anger.

Akaza looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and the corners of his lips curled in a smirk, "I have not manipulated you in any way. Your thoughts and actions have been guided by your own desires, little one. You're to blame." After watching you for a moment, Akaza decided to turn around and leave the dojo, but before he could take a single step, he heard your voice.

"I'm not finished with you yet, demon. You're not going anywhere."

Akaza turned around, glancing over his shoulder to find you standing there, your Nichirin sword tightly gripped in your hands. He could sense the determination emanating from you, and he knew you were ready for another round of fighting.

"Ah, I thought we were both past the fighting stage," Akaza pointed out, tilting his head to the side, looking at you with a mischievous grin.

"The real fighting has only just begun, demon. But don't worry, I'm ready for it. Are you?" With your sword raised, you stood ready to keep fighting, even if it meant battling for eternity to emerge victorious.

[rboooks]

The Shadow Nation

Zuko will admit that his time as Fire Lord has been a rough adjustment. Many oppose his rise to power, scream for a more prolonged war, and still support Ozai over the banished prince turned tratior (In their eyes at least).

He has dealt with many assassination attempts throughout his two-year rule. Suki and her warriors were working nonstop to keep him safe, but even they couldn't be everywhere at once. So it came to no surpise that one managed to sneak through every now and then.

Ussually, Zuko is able to fight them off. What many people of the fire nation don't realize is that the stories of his bending and combat being weaker then his sister and father are in the past. He has plentely of front line combant experince, has re-shaped his whole fire bending tenchine and has even trained the Avatar.

Zuko, to this day, is much more deadly with his swords than with his flames. The fact his people consider none-bending as a none-threaten is a sadundervalue of his combat abilitiess. The assasins are always so suprise when they learned just how ready he is for them.

They spent the rest of their days in a prision cell, stweing in rage that the Fire Lord contuines to call back troops, return colines and some may say worst of all, welcome the Mixed Blood into the nation.

Mixed Blood are children who resulted from Fire Nation soldiers letting off some stress in conquered areas with other Nations. They were not seen as equals, for Fire stood above all, and those children were servents at best, dirty secerts at worse.

This was a notion that all four elements shared. They disagreed with intermingling with the wrong element. The Mixed were not welcomed anywhere, less if they shared Fire in their veins. There was some tolerance for Water and Earth mixing but only some and only in trading ports that were far out of sight. (Or the pleasure district where all the Mixed eventually ended up)

It saddens Aang; he claimed a hundred years ago that mixed was common, and it's another thing this wretched war ruined.

Mostly, it angered Zuko. He knew what it was like to be an unwanted child, knew the confusion, the anger, the pain of wondering why his birth was such a sin.

He met some mixed children while on the run from the Fire Nation - he suspected Jet was one of them, but he never dared voice his opinion. Being outed as mixed in some places was as good as a death sentence. Ba Sing Se was one of those places.

He decided that the if Fire Nation would heal everything they have done then they needed to make admends for such children. They needed to help them find love and a home. With the help of his friends, he sent out a world wide notice welcoming any Mixed Blood and promising a life where they did not need to hide who they were.

Zuko, will admit that this eagerness to welcome those children may have blinded him from how lowly his people saw the Mixed. His assassination attempts tripled since herds and herds of badly washed, weary eyes, and tired individuals started arriving in the fire nation.

It, apparently, didn't help that Cheif Hakoda did the same after much encouragement from Katara and Sokka. The Fire Nation for the past three generations grew up with nothing but tales on how they should never be like the rest of the world.

Agreeing to shelter Mixed like the Southern Water Tribe has many calling for a coup.

Zuko knew this. But he would not stop in his effort to right the many wrongs of his bloodline. He expected the assumptions, he expected the barely hidden insults of his advisors, he expected the resentment from some of his more patriotic people.

What he wasn't expecting was his people trying to rid of him using spirits.

Zuko doesn't know much about the spirits or the spirit world. Aang never really talked about his trips there, and Uncle would only warn him to respect the beings at all costs.

He knew enough to follow, honor them, give them prayers, and how to avoid them but nothing else. So he really isn't prepared for his latest assassin to be an old woman with a spirit trapped in a cursed pot.

Apparently, her family had sealed it away years ago, and in exchange for its freedom, the spirit is tasked with ridding the world of Fire Lord Zuko. The old hag waits until Aang, Uncle, and Sokka- who also surprisingly has some encounters with spirits- depart before attempting her plan.

She rushes into the Gand Courtroom, throwing her pot with a loud release spell on her lips. Zuko is in the middle of a peace summit, so his first instinct is to protect the visiting diplomatics, less the other Nations call war again.

The old woman is quickly taken down by the Kypshi warrior, but the deed is already over.

The pot shatters, and out bursts a blue burning flame that forms into a howling wolf. There are chains along the wolf neck, and no amount of thrashing can break them. The wolf looks up, straight into Zuko's eyes, ignoreing the swords and flames of his guards trying to protect him before it bows it head.

I'm sorry. It seems to say. This is the only way.

He leaps at Zukom by passing every attempt to stop it, before it digs it's teeth into the Fire Lord's neck. Everyone is left watching in horror as the young king screams in agony, blue flames licking all over his body as he truns to dust.

The wolf's chains shatter as the last of the ashes that were once the man who brought peace to the world fall. The old woman laughs, even though the wolf spirit now turns it rage filled eyes on her and her kin.

She did what she needed to do. The Fire Nation will rise.

She is unaware that her actions cause the Fire Nation to burn. The wolf spirit was the nation's original spirit of mercy, and her family was the ones responsible for sealing it away on the order of thelate Fire Lord Sozin.

She is unaware her ancestors were all but wiped out once they successfully put the wolf away, for fear that they would turn on the nation.

There is nothing more dangerous than a spirit that no longer holds mercy. The Fire Nation seems to vanish overnight. It breaks Avatar Aang's heart but world prepares for a second war. A war against the spirits.

But that is the fate of this timeline. Fire Lord Zuko would never know the fate of his people as he was sent far away by Mercy to fulfill another destiny.

It's the least the spirit can do for having to take his human life in part of a deal.

Zuko wakes to find the Blue Spirit Mask attached to his face, laying on his back in what could only be Fire Nation colonies within the Earth Kingdom.

His trusted duel swords tied to his back., his utterly black outfit with only hints of blue undertones, and the most startling feature of all, his now unscared skin.

Zuko has no idea what is going onas he studies his face in a river, tracing his smooth skin with a near-hysterical glee. He's never considered himself overly goodlooking, but for some reason his relection is pretty.

No, not pretty, gorgeous. Unnaturally so, as if he traded his humanity for features as perfect as these.

What in the world-

A scream breaks through the air. High pitch, laced with fear and sp obviously young, Zuko is donning his mask breaking into a sprint before he even process what he is doing.

He does not notice the small flickers of ember he leaves in his wake, multiple colors as his dragon flames, nor does he see that the speed he travels is impossible unless he, too, is an Airbender.

When he breaks through the treeline, he finds himself in a ruined camp. A crowd of Earth Kingdom soldiers surrounds two small children, who look no older than ten, while a third, probably twelve, is desperately trying to free himself from a large boulder that seems to have crushed his legs.

There is blood everywhere, and Zuko burns with rage.

"Mixed Blood isn't welcome here," A soldier spits, kicking the thrashing twelve-year-old. The gut-curling screams the poor thing releases don't seem to affect the soldiers besides a few taunting smirks.

"Spirits help us!" One of the smaller kids cries out and a near by soulder kicks her in the stomech.

"The spirits don't answer to the likes of-" His words are lost as blue flames overtake the small opening, placing a barrier between the children and the adults.

Zuko walks through the flames, a strange sense of calmness washing over him. Deep within, he knows that he will protect these children from the world and burn everything in his path that tries to stop him.

"A spirit," One of the soldiers gasps. "Why is a spirit here?!"

"You attacked children." Zuko's voice is his own but not. It sounds like it's coming from a deep cave, as if the echoing flickers in and out like a candle flame. Somehow, it sounds far worse than Aang whenever his past lives speak through him.

It would have chilled him to the bone if he was in the right state of mind.

"You attacked children." He repeats when he does not get the responses he wants from the soldiers. They are not groveling before the children in regret. They are not freeing the boy from his pain. They are not moving.

"These are not children. These are Mixed- abominations! We were only trying to Agggh No, please. Mercy! No no! Please," One of the soldiers starts, but his words are cut off by the blue flames that suddenly grab hold of him, shaping him into chains and dragging him into the shadows that have formed around Zuko.

Shadows that hold loud screaming voices all being for death for that would be a mercy.

His screams echo alongside the voices within Zuko's shadow as he tilts his head to the remaining soliders.

"You attacked children. Leave" He whispers and at once the screams stop, the shadows draw back into his own human shaped one and his flames blow out. The Earth Kingdom soldier remains on the floor, eyes seeingless, and skin blue.

Dead.

The rest of the Soldiers don't linger, rushing to leave the angry spirits sight. Zuko watches them leave from behind his mask wondering where such rage had come from. And why he felt numb to the life he just took. Why he felt so unhuman and not be bothered by the thought.

He reaches up to trace the Blue Spirit Mask, feeling dancing flames along his fignertips.

Well done. Our children are safe. A voice whispers in his mind. It's Zuko, but it's also not. It's something more.

He hears a small whimper that snaps his out of whatever hold the mask has over him snaps. He turns his attention to the three children. The two are trying to push the bolder off of the eldest, their features scream Fire Nation but their eyes and coloring belie their Earth Kingdom.

Zuko stride over, waves a hand and the rock butns to dust harmlessly. The younger children cower and the oldest is too daze with pain to do anything else but sob.

His legs are comepletly smashed.

The cold burning rage returns.

Our children. Heal them. Zuko hears, and he wonders if he's gone mad. It's his own voice, but it belongs to the Blue Spirit.

I can't. I'm not a waterbender. He tells it

We can. We heal with green flames. Heal. It insits

Zuko traces the jaw of his mask before he raises a hand and sure enough green flames lick his fingers. The children start to sob, but he heads their fear no mind as he brings the green fire down on the boy's broken body, willing it to warm, fix heal.

Bones, muscles and skin slowly repair one by one, taking whatever scars once decorated the child's skin and leaving smooth almost too perefect sking behind.

Once done the flames jump onto the other children, fixing the broken bones, the bruises and the many scars other less kind humans have given them.

The three gape up at the spirit who holds out a hand.

"Would you like to come live in my nation?"

"The spirit world?" One whispers wondering if they had not been rescued after all. If that had all pasted to the next world.

The spirit tilts its head before removing its mask and revealing a face so beautiful it could rival the stars and sun. "No, dear child. My nation. My name is Zuko."

A fifth nation is born. The Shadow Nation moves from place to place but can never be taken as the spirits themselves protect the civilians.

Not that Zuko realizes it. He's just trying to get back to the Fire Nation, and if he impulsively stops every time a child is in pain and said child follows behind him like a lost puppy, well, that's no one's business but his own.

The legend of the Blue Spirit, protector of all children, inspires so many before Avatar Aang is found in the Southern Water tribe three years later.

A fire wolf watches from a far and smiles.

[sophswritingthings]

I Just binged your apothecary wife series (SO GOOD BTW) and hear me out

Mizu x reader, but reader is kinda similar in the sense that they pretend to be a man in public , OR fem presenting woman who knows how to fight. And basically them being a power couple

(Imagine reader has something like dual swords instead of a katana, or like something fun and cool) 👀👀

Also i want mizus gender so Bad

pairing: mizu x fem!warrior!reader

warning(s): swearing, blood, injury, uhhhh a little nsfw? I made it as sfw as I could with what my mind wanted to do 

a/n: dude. you guys are so SMART. and yes, I want mizu's gender as well. i already am having thoughts about fuckin next halloween 

summary: you had been mizu's dueling partner for years; and only recently had the two of you gotten together. you joined her on her quest to kill the three white men in japan. and you two are absolutely a power couple, ready to kick ass at all time—and your passion for one another grows day by day.

word count: 874 words / 4,710 characters 

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mizu came back up from her fight, covered in blood; severed limbs scattered around her. and there you were, her lovely partner, on the other side of the fight.

you were also drenched in blood, your hair tied back and a flower (which she had given you) tucked in your hair splotched with blood. you were wielding two swords in either of your hands, smiling at her.

she walked over to you, each step concise and filled with purpose. she gave you a quick kiss on the lips, making you drop your weapons at your sides. she always found it cute how you let your guard down so much with her.

“you still manage to look so beautiful, even like this,” she murmurs against your lips, brushing a hand through your dark hair. 

“as are you,” you whisper, titling your head back to give her access to your neck. she takes the gesture happily, pressing soft kisses on your neck. it drew soft sighs and smiles from you.

“we need to get cleaned up.” she murmurs, dragging you down the cliff. you still wore a kimono, to which you tucked you swords under.

you still needed to be seen as a lady, to pass by. underneath that little facade was the ass kicking badass that mizu loved so much.

you stopped at the ocean, a small tide pool closed off by rocks. she was stood behind you, slowly removing your blood soaked kimono and dropping it to the sand.

you shivered as the cold wind brushed your skin. your partner was behind you, breathing in your presence, kissing and biting the skin of your neck.

it felt so damn good, little soft moans and sighs escaping your lips as she did so.

mizu chuckled against your neck, standing up straight. she pulled your hair down from its updo, doing the same with hers. she tugged off her own blood soaked clothes, taking your hand and leading you into the warm tide pool. 

you hummed, sitting in your partners lap, your forehead pressed against hers. her fingertips gently caressed your waist.

you were so beautiful, like this. so kind and gentle on the outside of the that fighting persona; so sweet, so beautiful.

you had gone from being so serene and sweet to pissing her off.

you splashed water into her face, giggling as you did so.

she wiped the water from her eyes, opening those gorgeous blue eyes with an unimpressed expression. she raised an eyebrow, only slightly.

“I will kill you.” she hissed the words, but there was no truth behind those words. you knew what she said was bullshit, an empty threat.

she’d never lay a finger on you, well, not in that way, at least.

“ah, uh-huh, sure you will, my darling,” you giggle, wading backwards through the pool. “I would like to see your attempt.”

her expression changed with a smirk across her face now, her hair dripping wet as it felt on her face. the sight was one to behold.

mizu waded under the shallow water, grabbing your ankles and dragging you under with her.

you let out a little squeak of surprise, laughing as the bubbles floated to the surface. 

the two of you popped up from the water again, your body now pinned against the rough rocks. her soaking wet body kept you pinned there; your wrists firmly in her hands.

you giggle, “how the tables turn, I see,” you murmur, gazing up at mizu with hungry eyes.

mizu didn’t say a word, brushing your hair behind your ear. 

“uh.. mizu..?” you were getting worried from your partners silence, gazing back at her. she typically had some stupid thing to say in these kinds of situations.. but here she was, silent as the wind. “I-is everything okay?”

“I love you.”

those three little words left her mouth. 

your eyes went wide, gazing back at her. she had never said anything like this, not to you, not to anyone. you weren’t sure she even said it to herself.

“I love you more than I think you could even phantom,” she whispered, leaning into the crook of your neck, kissing tenderly. her body pressed yours, drawing a soft moan right from your chest.

“I..” your voice trailed off, trying to return the passion in which your lover showed you. “I.. I love you too..”

you whispered the words. you were too wrapped up in the moment, with the ‘I love you’ and the way she were pressed up against you.

you could hear her whispering tiny little I love you’s in between passionate kisses. It was clear she meant it; and she was going to make that clear. wether it was with words or actions, it didn’t matter.

you loved her so much.

you would most likely follow her to the ends of the earth, if she asked. and you knew she would do the same for you.

you were devoted to one another. as partners, as lovers.

devoted to your love, to your passion. It wasn’t an obsession, a worship, one sided.   you were equally devoted to one another; and that was clear from miles away.

she would tell you she loved you to her very last breath. 

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a/n: mizu is the person to get so devoted to her lover that she dies protecting them and I need that. I need it now

[wolfsblog]

THE LEGEND OF THE BLACK WOLF

A tale of illusion vs. truth ... Deep in the Canadian Rockies, a small mountain village of 500 people dealt with a problem that hit close to home. Over the span of a month, a rare black wolf was spotted near the village on four occasions. According to local legend, this animal was believed to be a sign of misfortune and impending doom ... During this rash of sightings, parents kept their children locked indoors, and all adults completed their outdoor work at least two hours before sunset. Though they were highly contemplative and spiritual people, the villagers fell sway to the dogmas of their own fear ... Following the latest sighting of the black wolf, village elders resolved to send their two most courageous warriors deep into the mountain wilderness to confront the wild beast before it could visit harm upon the community ... The following morning, the two young warriors, River Stone and White Lightning, set off on horseback into the desolate snow-capped mountains to track down the feared animal. For the first three hours, the two revered men rode in near silence, up an ancient path that steadily climbed high into the alpine forests. Finally, White Lightning broke the deep and awe-filled silence : “My dear brother, how do you suppose we’ll know where to find the black wolf? What if we never find it and fail in our mission? Then we’ll return home in defeat and shame.” River Stone smiled warmly at his travelling companion and replied : “My loyal friend, have no worry about the answers you seek. If the Great Spirit wills for us to encounter the beast, then that shall be so. Have faith that it’ll present itself. The ancestors are already guiding us toward our destiny.” ... The two warriors rode for another hour in silence, until they arrived at a sacred cave just off the beaten path, where a long line of medicine men and women took refuge to pray while on vision quests ... Down through the centuries, these conduits of the traditional way invoked the spirits of their ancestors there. This invocation included the chanting of mantras and the smoking of Gasha, a psychedelic herb that expanded consciousness and unlocked certain spiritual powers like clairvoyance and telepathy ... Both men dismounted from their horses, climbed into the ancient cave and sat down cross-legged. Without uttering a word, River Stone pulled a magnificent embroidered pipe from his coat pocket and packed it full of sacred Gasha. White Lightning bowed his head in reverence, as River Stone recited a prayer before taking the first hit and passing the pipe counterclockwise to his soul brother ... Within moments, the effects of the holy Gasha began to take hold, and the sounds of their ancestors’ voices began echoing through the cave. River Stone and White Lightning dropped to their knees and touched their foreheads to the ground to honour the spirit of the Earth ... The voices grew louder, before breaking into haunting cries of soulful wildness. As the sounds became more intense, the two seekers felt the ground shake and a luminous presence appear ... At that very moment, both men emerged out of their trance and gazed at the entrance of the cave—only to find a great being standing before them. It was the black wolf !!!

Courtesy of Henk Sparreboom ...