#I really like how Kya's face turned out...

[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Lost Eden: Ayato & Laito Sakamaki (short stories)

Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! Scans provided by: @yuikomorii​

Ayato Sakamaki

That night, Richter visited the mansion for the first time in a while. Never before I would have thought that the man whose face I never wanted to see again, was the one I would end up choosing as my guardian. My brothers, even the Mukami guys… they looked very surprised to run into his face as well, not that I cared though. 

In any case, I just didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes I already made in this world. But thanks to her I’ve already become a different person from back then.

According to Richter’s report, the demon world itself seems to gain stability. He also mentioned that Eden’s restoration has become slightly better and that the familiars of those Mukami guys have come to help. Holy shit, after hearing all of this I couldn’t help but let my inner self get overwhelmed by relief. 

As Richter finished his report, he immediately left the mansion and I could finally return to my own room. And just as I opened the door I saw her sitting by the window, reading a book as she slowly raised her face.

“Hm… ? Is Richter-san already back on his way home? Don’t you usually have a longer talk with one another… ?”

As she spoke to me, I approached her and started to smell a calming scent. As I grabbed her hand to move her up from the chair, I couldn’t help but immediately hug her afterwards. The book she was holding in her hand instantly fell onto the floor with a thud. 

“Just outta curiosity… but did you happen to take a bath while I was gone?”

She nodded to my question and I started to smile at her in response.

“Heh, so you’ve prepared yourself already? If that’s so, then…”

As soon as I spoke those words, I pushed her down onto the bed next to me. Blocking her flustered face from uttering something, I laid my hand over her lips to keep them closed. 

While I started kissing her continuously in various spots of her neck, I disarranged her negligee slightly. And like usually, when my face is already close to her neckline, I might as well get a bit of her luxurious blood out of her dainty neck. Just when I was about to get to it, she stiffened up a little. Noticing this, I suddenly got an idea and gently licked over her neck. “Kya!!”

She was very surprised by my action and therefore let out a small scream. I guess it was pretty unexpected after all. 

“Kuku… did you think I was about to suck your blood? You fell for it, didn’t you?”

Right after I said that, I teasingly started licking her ear this time. She lets out another small scream and turns around as if I had just tickled her. I was intrigued by her unusual reaction, which is why I started to really tickle her body this time.

She busted out laughing begging me to stop while she tried to escape from my tickling attack which just made me wanna tickle her even more. If I was already given the choice I might as well do it as thoroughly as possible. 

“I’m not letting you go! At least not until I’m satisfied…”

She continued to roll around the bed for a while, trying to resist until she rapidly became obedient and calmed down. “Hm? What’s going on? Surrendering? How boring…”

Just as I was about to move my hands from her, she unexpectedly turned the situation around. “Wha–! What are… hahahaha!” 

Of all the things, I didn’t expect her to take advantage of me taking off my hands for a second to gimme a tickle counterattack. Seeing me burst into laughter made her laugh as well. “Stop already, will you!? Hahah! Shit! Chichinashi, move… !” 

Receiving even the slightest bit of retribution I immediately became serious again and got my revenge through tickling her body. She tried with all her power to go up against me and return the punishment . 

And, just for a brief period I was sure the laughter of both of us was echoing through more than just the room. To be honest, it would’ve been easy for me to get out of this situation and resist her. And yet, the reason why I go along with such a trivial battle is because I would give anything to keep seeing her carefree smile, even if it’s only for a bit longer. The fact that we can both laugh together like this makes me feel happy and maybe that’s because I’ve grown a little since then. 

Laito Sakamaki

I’ve returned to the human world in order to finish my school life as a senior high student. I never thought I would have to return here every day again. “Haa… I’m sick of reading this, I wish those tests would finally disappear for good.” While I started to comb my hair out of boredom, my girlfriend who’s sitting next to me continued studying in silence until she replied that it cannot be helped and I should continue reading. 

“Come on, Bitch-chan. No need to be such a serious and straight-laced person, no?” As I said those words, I gently put my arm around her back and started to lightly embrace her waist. Even though I saw a faint blush on her face, she reminds me that she is busy studying right now. 

“I know that.” But, despite that, I started nibbling on her ear. Perhaps this has always been my normal life no matter to what extent. 

To even think that I begged for death because it was unbearable to keep on having these powers in my state… but that is beyond doubt the absolute truth and I totally understand that I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the power of the World Tree. The only difference from me back then and now is that I am finally able to accept that reality. During that time, my power was too strong for me to handle, I wasn’t able to come to grasp that reality. And even so, I deserved a second chance. Ironically, due to her help I could finally accept the distortion within me and become more straightforward at the end. I held up my face close to her chest in a way of telling that I love her. 

“This is all thanks to you that I can exist like this.” However, she doesn’t reply to me. “Are you agreeing with me if you’re staying silent like this?” 

It was a calm sigh that she returned to me that made me understand the answer to my question. 

“I guess I was too reckless, no?” She showed a bitter smile as I examined her expression. As I observed her tiny body calmly from top to bottom I was shaken by a sudden feeling of satisfaction. And yet there is no way to help the fact that this world is slowly going to destroy itself. I have been told that alongside my resurrection, the world tree has been new-born but started to shed its leaves ever since. Even though it’s all said and done this is happening just as he wished for. He knew right from the start that I wasn’t ever capable of being the vampire king. 

“No matter how far I move on with my life, I will always be right in the palm of his hands.” With those words escaping my mouth, I closed my eyes. It’s still unimaginable to me that I used to be a different person before, but… all I needed in the end is someone like her to accept me as I am. That is because I am Adam and she is Eve. – And no matter what will become of this world, I’m prepared for it. 

#diabolik lovers translation #Diabolik Lovers #laito sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #diabolik lovers lost eden #Lost Eden #yui komori

[the-badger-mole]

Aang was a kid who was the sole survivor of a genocide. Why doesn't that factor in your opinion of him?

I've talked about this before, but his age and tragic backstory are irrelevant. ALL of the main characters are children with tragic backstories, and they are more empathetic, have more growth, and their tragic backstories...actually matter.

Listen, for all people whine about how often Katara talks about her mom (which isn't really that often), it's clear how her mother's death shaped her as a character. It's clear how witnessing her mother's death formed her worldview, and Kya sacrificing herself for Katara made a mark (she never turns her back on people who need her? COME ON! That is obviously her trying to save people the way she couldn't save her mother). Even her wanting to learn how to fight and not heal (which is an insane battle advantage, btw) speaks to her trauma around not being able to defend her mom.

Even Sokka's trauma around the loss of his father and not being deemed old enough (big enough/ strong enough/ smart enough) to go with Hakoda and the other warriors come through in his recurring need to prove himself (coming up with the big battle plan for DoBS, breaking his father out of prison, learning swordplay, etc.). It's woven so neatly into the narrative. His trauma matters to his story.

Toph is the least developed of the Gaang, and her issues with her parents have more impact on character than the destruction of the Air Nomads have on Aang. Heck, Zuko's entire arc hinges on compound traumas.

Meanwhile, Aang's trauma....? What trauma? Yes, the loss of the Air Nomads is a tragedy, but we, the audience, only know it's a tragedy because we have real world knowledge telling us so. Personally, I was in 3rd or 4th grade when I began learning about the Trail of Tears, and in kindergarten when I began learning about slavery (I was born in Harlem. The kindergarten I went to taught us accordingly). When I saw ATLA, I had a frame of reference for the genocide of the Air Nomads. But it didn't really seem to bother Aang all that much. Oh, sure, it did come up when it was convenient to the plot, but it mostly seemed to be a way for Aang to expound on the superiority of Air Nomad philosophy and society to whoever he's talking to. Aside from that, and his first rush of feeling when he found out what happened to them, the loss of the Air Nomads doesn't seem to effect Aang all that much. If he doesn't care about his tragic loss, why should I?

Aang is a fictional character. I don't have to extend the same pathos to him that I would to a real life person. It is the writers' duty to make me feel for him, and they did not. The way he's framed is the issue. And here is where I really start retreading things I've said before, but I think it needs to be repeated (again and again and again). Aang is not framed as someone who has a lot of growing up and learning to do. I could give him a pass on his worst traits because he's a child and still growing, but the show doesn't frame him that way. The show wants me to see him as a precocious imp who's wise-beyond-his-years but still has a cheeky lil' mischievous streak. It's not trying to frame his lying to the quarreling tribes in The Great Divide as a bump in his journey to becoming an effective leader bridging different people together. It wants the audience to laugh at him getting one over on the foolish tribes who absolutely went back to fighting as soon as Appa was out of sight. The show isn't framing his desperation to get the village in Avatar Day to like him as a foolish pursuit he needs to get over if he wants to be strong in the face of adversity. It wants us, the audience, to feel bad for him because his charm isn't immediately bringing the people over to his side. It wants us to be indignant that the villagers don't see how important Aang is and wont' support him. The show isn't framing Aang's non-con kisses with Katara as bad because it hurt her. It isn't making a point to that Aang needs to care about her feelings. It wants the audience to feel bad for Aang and hope for Katara to come around because he's A Nice Guy™️©️®️. Aang is never shown to be a particularly good friend to any of the Gaang, let alone him being kind to strangers just because that's his heart. All of that I would allow to be just him being a dumb kid with growing to do if the show hadn't made it clear that Aang was perfect and didn't have to change, and in fact the world should change for him.

Aang's age and tragic backstory are irrelevant because the show made them irrelevant. All they left us with was a Gary Stu character who hides his selfishness under a thin veneer of cheerfulness. It's not good enough.

#atla #anti aang #anti kataang #when people stop thinking of aang as a literal child and start thinking of him as a character with a role in a narrative #things in this fandom will get SO much better

[survivalove]

you ever sit and think about how both times katara compared her parents to aang, he was never around to hear it?

meaning he has no idea the role he occupies in her headspace when they’re not together? 😫

and that all her “mothering” actions to him were really just a coverup to hide the fact that she was actually scared to lose him like she lost her parents? (to avoid confusion, i’m referring to hakoda leaving her behind as a loss, i’m not saying he died obviously)

and that katara’s belief in aang to save the world, doesn’t just come from her belief in the avatar, but her own selfish need to be with aang specifically?? and how she affirms this every time he returns from some dangerous battle or comes back to save her throughout the series?

and how their relationship SIGNIFICANTLY progresses romantically, after she 1) confronts hakoda and 2) faces her mother’s kiIIer??

1. The Awakening

Katara: I know the world needs him, but doesn't he know how much we need him, too? How can he just leave us behind?

Hakoda: You're talking about me too, aren't you?

katara goes on this whole rant about aang leaving her behind, and it takes hakoda like 2 seconds to realize that she’s talking about HIM TOO. (not just him, but him AND aang btw)

after this, we get some of the most significant unambiguous kataang moments in the show, more than we ever did in the first 2 seasons combined. which means, she’s probably been carrying around this feeling way longer than the episode suggests. it could also mean that katara has simply never felt abandoned by aang until that very moment, which would make sense too, because he never did!

2. The Southern Raiders

Katara: Remember, back in Ba Sing Se. And you turned around and betrayed me, betrayed all of us!

Katara: Hmm, maybe you could reconquer Ba Sing Se in the name of the Earth King. Or, I know! You could bring my mother back!

then, she (more implicitly) compares aang dying in ba sing se to losing her mother which on first watch, are really not comparable at all (especially the way she says it) and seems like she just trying to find any reason to be mad at this person.

EXCEPT, the more the episode progresses, we get to see even more and more parallels between kya and aang. so yeah, of course, katara connects what happened in ba sing se to the day her mother died...

obviously these 2 moments are important for katara and her individual arc, but I just think it’s interesting how the moments we see of her lashing out talking to/about her parents are somehow connected to aang dying, and how their relationship evolves once she gets closure from those moments of her childhood.

#atla #katara #aang #kya #hakoda #mini meta #kataang #anti zutara #anti zuko #girls with daddy issues #girls with mom issues #sorta #ultimately #anti momtara

[kuroko-no-cuties]

How Kuroko and Akashi would react to their girlfriend calling them a short king 👑

AKASHI…

Would completely freeze at his desk. He’d slowly turn his thankfully monochromatic maroon gaze towards you before uttering a slightly amused/offended…

“Pardon me?”

You struggle to hold in a snicker as you reiterate your previous sentence. “I said, ‘Don’t overwork yourself My Short King. You should take a break.’”

His eyebrow twitches and you’re not entirely sure what that means. Even though Bokushi isn’t in command any longer, normal Akashi can still be rather unpredictable when he wants to be. That’s why you’re pretty dumbfounded once your normally composed and calm Akashi let’s out a loud “PFFT!” and presses a fist to his mouth to fight the growing smile on his lips.

“You’re rather remarkable darling…I’m…not quite sure how to respond to that…” to which you bat your eyelashes and reply, “We’ll how about by taking a break an spending some time with your darling?”

He snickers once more (wow twice in one setting, what a giggly boy he is today) and stands up from his desk to take you by the hand.

“So be it then.”

Now, Akashi Seijuro is…Akashi Seijuro. He’s not gonna let some little crack his girlfriend made about his height get to him. He will, however, make a conscious decision to straighten his back and hold his head high around you, just to make it clear who is actually the short one in this relationship.

KUROKO…

Would look at you confused but immediately see that you’re trying to tease him and just pretend he didn’t hear you.

You poke his cheek and snicker, “Oi, I know you heard me Tetsu.”~

“…”

“Come on, My Short King, answer the question. Where do you wanna go to ea-“

“Would you mind not calling me that. Please.”

He replies in his usual soft tone as he keeps his gaze focused on the novel in his hands. You bite you lip as you attempt (and fail) at holding in a snort. You can’t really tell if he’s just refusing to play along with your little game or if he’s genuinely upset that you made a crack about his height. You mull over whether you want to take it easy in him or not. You decide to end the short jokes, but concluded that one last little teasing nudge wouldn’t hurt. You throw your arms around him and kiss his temple. “Aww sorry Tetsu-kun. I didn’t mean to make my little blueberry angy~” you coo in a baby voice while nuzzling his cheek.

Kuroko bristled from underneath your arms. If there was one thing that ruffled his feathers, it was being treated like a child. He experienced more than a fair share of embarrassment at getting demeaning head pats from Murasakibara that one time at the street game. And let’s not even talk about how “Dad” picked him up like a toddler in front of his whole team. So yeah…jokes about his stature aren’t exactly his favorite things. He knows you’re just messing with him and trying to have some fun so he decided not to take it too seriously- however that doesn’t mean he’s gonna let you off the hook Scott free.

He closes his book and slowly stands from his desk and you mistakenly take it as a sign to continue on to the topic of food.

“Ah great! So where do you wanna go? I was think about this cute new cafe that ju- kya!”

And just like that the phantom sixth man has you pinned against the wall. His hands in either side of your head. He leans in, slowly to emphasize the height advantage he actually has on you, while biting back a smile at the flustered look on your face.

“Sorry, but who exactly is the short one in this relationship?” He whispers, his baby blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Uhh…I…”

You’re at a lost for words. Did your invisible simple vanilla, blue boy Tetsu seriously just kabedon you? And size you up? Who is this kid?

After seeing you’re dumbfounded expression, Kuroko takes it that you’ve learned your lesson. He lets out a soft snort as he gently reaches for your hand and pulls you along out the door.

“Sorry, I decided to get you back but maybe I went a little too far. Anyway, let’s go to that cute cafe you mentioned, Shorty.”

….no seriously….who IS this kid?!

#🍷hcs #kuroko tetsuya #akashi seijuro #feel like I lowkey switched their personalities but I’m sticking to it dang it #it must be hard for them cuz they’re not even short #they’re both average height but surround themselves with giant friends 😂 #feels bad #knb imagines #knb x reader #kuroko x reader #akashi x reader

[celiciaa]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

CHAPTER TWO.

A beast’s dream fulfilled by beauty.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

spoilers from gilbert's route.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

Lord Gilbert introduced me to a dog and a cat as potential friends.

(I honestly didn't see that coming…..)

Emma: Where did they come from in the first place?

Gilbert: They were originally kept at court. They lost their masters in the war.

(…..They've lost their masters in the war.)

It was easy to imagine Lord Gilbert protecting these sad animals.

Gilbert: They all want to be your friend.

Emma: I am happy. I really am, but you know it’s not it.

Gilbert: Ahaha, do you want that many friends? // Ahaha. Do you want to be friends with humans that badly?

Emma: Yes, I want to.

Gilbert: Even though I'm here.

Emma: Gil is my fiancé.

Gilbert: How about a fiancé and a friend?

Emma:….Are you really that jealous?

Gilbert: That's one thing, but I don't want you to get hurt.

Emma: Get hurt….?

Gilbert: There are two kinds of friends.

Gilbert: Either your friends betray you, or they don't.

Gilbert: And in my experience, most friends betray each other.

Gilbert: Your kindness will hurt you, you know?

Gilbert: But I'm the only one who can hurt you...right?

(….What happened in the past?)

Lord Gilbert normally says that he wants to be friends,

But he didn’t seem to trust friendships at all.

Emma: I have never been betrayed by a friend, have I?

Gilbert: You're talking about Rhodolite, correct?

Gilbert: But this is Obsidian, the land of deception and corruption.

Gilbert: Even your position is different. You are my woman, which means you are a member of the royal family.

Gilbert: So give up on making friends. // So give up on your friends.

I am not convinced, even though he says it with a fresh smile.

(Certainly, there were people in Rhodolite who changed their behavior just because I was friendly with Lord Gilbert.)

(But if you are afraid of that, you will always be alone.)

Gilbert:….You're a very poor listener.

Lord Gilbert held my chin with his cane——

I gasped as I looked into his beautiful red eye and he bit me on the lip.

(….Ouch.)

Gilbert: I'm just trying to protect you.

Emma:…You’re too overprotective.

Gilbert: Sorry for being so restrictive with my love?

Emma:……

Gilbert: But don't worry. I'll fill you up so much that you won't even think you want a friend.

His cane was still on my chin, as his cold lips pressed against mine, taking my breath away.

It was such a perfect kiss that even words of rebuttal were not tolerated.

(I understand Lord Gilbert is concerned about me.)

(….And that it won't change the way you think about friends.)

The kisses were so overwhelming that I desperately wanted it to stop,

In a corner of my mind, like Lord Gilbert, bad ideas began to sprout.

(——Okay, I got out.)

I took off the hood I had on my head and slipped into the bustling street.

I somehow made it to the town by using a loophole that Lord Gilbert had told me about before.

The purpose, of course, is to make friends.

(I'm sorry, Lord Gilbert, but for me it's a matter of life and death.)

I casually walked through the town of Obsidian.

Come to think of it, this may be the first time I have come here alone.

(Once again, it's a really nice town.)

I don't know the details of the former Obsidian's internal affairs but,

In the current town under Lord Gilbert's rule, the people's faces were shining, and I liked it as much as Rhodolite.

(I need to find someone I can be friends with as soon as possible——)

Woman: Kya—

Emma:….! Are you okay?

I catch sight of the fallen woman out of the corner of my eye and rush over to her.

The woman was probably on her way home from shopping and vegetables were scattered around her.

Emma: You’re injured. Can you walk?

The woman sits on a nearby bench and quickly gathers up the scattered vegetables.

Woman: I'm sorry.…thank you very much.

Emma: No, I'm glad it didn't turn out to be serious.

Woman: I'm always like this. I'm so clumsy….

Emma: Now that bad things have happened here, something good will surely happen next time.

Woman: When you say it like that, it really sounds like it could happen.

(This woman might be about my age.)

Woman: That’s right! Let me thank you for something.

Emma: No, I didn't do anything that big. // No, it's not that big of a deal.

Woman: You helped me, didn't you? There's a great pastry shop nearby.

Woman: I've been wanting to go too, so why don't you join me?

Emma:…Well then, can I take your word for it?

(An early opportunity presented itself.)

The feeling of being able to become friends makes me feel inwardly excited.

Pretending to be calm so as not to look strange, I handed over the vegetables that had been placed back in the bag.

The woman who received it suddenly looked at the ring finger of my left hand.

Woman: That ring is….

Emma: Oh, my fiancé gave it to me.

The ring with the black obsidian rose shining on it was given to me by Lord Gilbert at our engagement ceremony.

Woman: Obsidian….

Woman: I am terribly sorry!

Emma:….Eh.

The woman who suddenly changed her behavior bows deeply and leaves as if she were fleeing from a ferocious animal.

I was taken aback by what happened in a moment.

(….What? What happened?)

(This ring, you can't be serious!?)

???: Ahaha. You poor thing.

As I stood dumbfounded, a cold body embraced me from behind.

I was not surprised because the shock of the woman's escape was greater.

Emma:…Lord Gilbert, I don't understand.

Gilbert: Only members of the royal family are allowed to wear obsidian rings. // The obsidian rings are only allowed to be worn by the royal family.

Gilbert: You didn't know?

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri jp #ikepri translations #ikemen series #cybird #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert

[shortprince-cos]

Of Pirated Princes

Summary: After he was kidnapped by pirates, Prince Zuko is freed by two Water Tribesmen who don't believe he's the actual Fire Prince.

AO3 Link

(Word Count: 2068)

Chapter One: Of Closets and Chains

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Hakoda didn’t like pirates, but he had to admit that they were rather helpful when it came to finding unique specimens.

The boutique was filled with hundreds of antiques, collectables, and knick-knacks, spanning from the entrance to the counter at the back of the boat. An array of weapons to books to clothing lined the shelves and cases. All of it stolen, but some of it at a decent price.

It wasn’t right, buying from pirates, but sometimes the crew of the Ilatka was low on funds, and they needed an affordable place to buy authentic pieces.

“Chief,” Bato called, only to be holding a stone statue of a monkey with jewels for eyes in front of his face, startling the man slightly.

Hakoda sighed at his companion’s shenanigans. “Must you?”

Bato chuckled and put the statue down. “I must.”

He let out a huff, but didn’t bother to hide the smirk on his lips, knowing it would be fruitless. He and Bato had been joking around like this since they were children, mostly playing pranks on the residents of Wolf Cove, but occasionally pulling a stunt or two on each other. Sure, they had grown since then, but they hadn’t really grown up.

“Please be careful with that,” A voice said. “If you break it, you buy it.”

The owner of the voice was a large man with an unsettling grin on his face. An iguana-parrot was perched on his shoulder, and a hat sat atop his silver-haired head. It was the captain, Hakoda realized.

He nodded at the man. “Understood.”

They went back to browsing without another word, Bato getting lost in the clothing section and Hakoda carefully sifting through the weapons. Some were Water Tribe, though it was hard to tell if it was north or south. Still, the thought of these men ‘acquiring’ them left a bitter taste in his mouth. So much of their culture had been taken by the Fire Nation, and they didn’t need some low-life criminals to steal some too.

“Chief,” Bato called again, and Hakoda just shook his head.

“I don’t care what it is, Bato. I’m not buying it just so you can look pretty.”

“Hakoda,” He said, and the name was stressed this time, like something was wrong.

The chief turned then, making his way over to where Bato was shopping at a slow-but-urgent pace. There was a jewelry case that he was pointing to, and it took Hakoda a second to spot what it was he was referencing.

A small necklace with blue ribbon and a turquoise stone attached to it.

Kya’s necklace

Katara’s necklace.

A million thoughts flooded his mind at once, but only one of them stood out.

How?

He had to figure out how.

Hakoda marched to the counter at the back of the boat, careful not to stomp and make a scene. “Excuse me,” He said, voice cold. “Can I ask where you got that Water Tribe necklace?”

The captain smiled - smirked, even. “Nicked it off of a suspicious character. Why? You interested? I do hear that they make great engagement necklaces up north.”

Hakoda smiled back, eyes hard. “You could say that. What did this suspicious character look like?” There was an answer he didn’t want to hear.

This time, he was positive it was a smirk. “I have a feeling you’re much more interested in him, aren’t you?”

Him.

There was a plethora of things to be taken from that one word, but only one mattered.

It wasn’t Katara.

He nodded, fear starting to seep into his pool of rage.

The iguana-parrot squawked, and the captain gestured behind him. “How about I introduce you?”

<><><>

Zuko was having a very bad week.

Not only had the Avatar kept escaping his clutches, but Uncle had insisted on rerouting them into the nearest port so he could buy a new lotus tile. And for what? A stupid Pai Sho game? Ridiculous.

So of course, while Uncle was off doing that, Zuko had decided to explore the port a bit. What a great decision that was.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that there were eyes on him. Like no matter where he turned, someone was always watching him.

He only realized what was happening two seconds after he was cornered.

Zuko fought, really he did, but there were just so many of them all at once, and they all had different weapons and angles and he just wasn’t fast enough.

It was a group of pirates, he noticed as he started to run out of breath. What did they want with him? He didn’t have time to find out, and he was running out of strength and time and-

He was knocked out eventually, a quick blow to the head made that easy. And when he woke up, he was in a small wooden room, empty except for the chains clamped around his hands and feet.

Was he in a closet?

The question was answered when the captain of the pirates came to check in on him a little while later, and he explained that yes, Zuko was now chained up in a closet on a pirate ship so they could sell him on the black market.

So, yeah. Not the greatest time.

A few days had gone by like that, Zuko caged up while the captain kept coming back to feed him and brag about how much money he was going to make. It felt like eternity. Zuko knew it was only a matter of time before he got out of here - he just didn’t know if it was going to be via escape attempt or because the pirates actually sold him. He didn’t like to think about the latter, so he stuck to the former option.

The door opened again, momentarily blinding him as the light shone in. Three figures walked in, the first being the captain, the other two Zuko didn't recognize, but they were larger than most of the pirates, which wasn't exactly a good sign.

Buyers, Zuko horridly realized. The pirates had found buyers.

The man in back looked at him with horror on his face, but the one in front just stared, emotionless. A pang of fear hit him then, though he tried to fight it off. There was no time to be afraid right now.

“Meet Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation.” The captain said, a smirk splitting his face, and dread pooled in the boy’s stomach.

This was really happening. Zuko was kidnapped by pirates and was about to be sold to Agni-knows-who, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Zuko wasn’t usually superstitious, but he sent out a prayer to the spirits, just in case.

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Fire Nation. That was the only thought that occupied Hakoda’s mind. This boy was obviously Fire Nation, and he somehow had Katara’s necklace.

Terror pierced him like a blade cutting through skin. A raid was the only explanation. How else would a Fire Nation boy get his hands on something so distant, so out of reach? How else would a piece of his home, of his family, end up in Fire Nation clutches?

Hakoda couldn’t breathe. The last raid that took place was the one where they lost Kya. If another happened in the time the tribe was gone-

Sokka was the only one protecting the village, Katara was the last waterbender, and her necklace was here.

What happened to his children?

He felt the wound of fear bleeding out, but he knew he couldn’t do anything to stop it except keep on his calculated face. This pirate couldn’t know the heartbreak that Hakoda had just gone through, not if he wanted answers. He just had to play his cards right, no matter how much he wanted to shuffle his deck.

“Meet Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation.” The captain said, and Hakoda tried not to reel.

Prince Zuko? That couldn’t be right. This boy in front of them was just a kid.

His thoughts stopped there. A kid. This boy was just a kid, not a soldier. There’s no way that this- this teenager would’ve been assigned a southern raid.

The pirate had to be bullshitting him. There’s no way this child was Prince Zuko, and there’s no reason he should have this necklace.

“You can’t honestly expect us to believe that you have the Prince Zuko tied up in your lowly pirate boutique, can you?” Hakoda asked, eyebrow raised.

The captain’s smile fell. “You callin’ me a liar?”

A hand on his shoulder. “Tread carefully.” Bato whispered.

He was right. Hakoda couldn't afford to mess this up. Not with so much on the line.

He stood up straighter. “No, I’m just pointing out that it's a bit far-fetched. Is there any way you can prove it?”

The captain huffed, but turned to the boy on the floor, reaching to the cloth tied around his mouth.

The second his lips were free, the boy spat fire. It happened so quickly, the way the room brightened and the way Hakoda could feel the heat of the flame on his arms and face. He’d heard of firebenders breathing fire before, but he’d never gotten the chance to see it in action until now. It seemed like it would be a party trick until he actually saw the way the wood of the ship singed.

The slap happened just as quickly, effectively shutting the boy’s mouth.

The captain gripped the boy’s chin in his hand, drawing Hakoda’s attention to the bruises that littered it; bruises he didn’t notice before because he was so focused on the fact that he was Fire Nation. “You fucking brat!”

The boy flinched, and suddenly Hakoda stopped worrying about if he had hurt his kids and started worrying about this kid being hurt.

The captain was yelling at the kid now, too distracted to notice Hakoda grabbing the club off of his belt. Bato noticed, and backed up to secure the door, knowing there were other pirates aboard this ship. The boy noticed, his good eye widening, and his mouth shut.

One hit was enough to knock the man out.

Hakoda rushed to start unchaining the boy, not missing the way he looked at him in terror and held his breath.

After a minute, the boy was free, and he was eyeing the two men warily, obviously unsure of what was going on.

“Someone’s coming,” Bato warned in a hushed tone.

“Listen to me,” Hakoda started, whispering at the boy. “I know you’re scared, but please just trust us to get you out of here, all right? We’re only trying to help you.”

The boy sucked in a breath. “I’m not scared.”

The door swung open, and a man in a green shirt looked at them with confusion in his eyes.

“Uh-”

The boy shot fire at the man’s feet.

The pirate scrambled out of the way with a shout, leaving just enough room for Hakoda, Bato, and the boy to run past. They quickly made their way back to the store-section of the boat, Hakoda only stopping to break the glass case and grab Kya’s necklace, before bolting out.

Suddenly, about a half dozen men were on their tail, and Hakoda was just starting to realize how much of a bad idea this was.

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Zuko didn’t know where these men were going, but he did know that he couldn’t fight off all of these pirates by himself, so he just kept following them. Sure, he wasn’t thinking things through, but when did he ever?

Besides, he had bigger, more immediate things to worry about.

By the time they came to a stop, Zuko was on the verge of passing out; hunger, dehydration, and blood loss getting to him more than it should have. He didn’t even know where he was, all he knew was that the world was swaying and the sun was too hot and the voices were just too loud.

His hand went to the cut on his side, one that he’d barely registered he’d gotten as they were running past that pirate in the hall. Of course he was armed, why wouldn’t he be? Zuko was always so, so stupid.

“Well,” One of the men said. “That’s one way to get out of the closet.”

The other laughed, but Zuko didn’t hear since he was already halfway to the ground.

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Oh how much the Mafia King Namjoon loved the hear his beautiful little kitten scream & moan his name.

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"You such a fucking slut," My husband said looking down at my naked body making it burn more than it already was. "Just couldn't wait until dinner with a very important client was over huh? Now my little kitten will be treated like the whore she is," He said with a smirk. Making my already leaking pussy purr more for him. As I lay cuffed to our bed by my arms & a new contraction my husband surprised me with today around my ankles. I quickly learned why my husband warned me earlier not to move.

My husband Namjoon or most know him as RM the ruthless but most handsome mafia king of South Korea. As he turned & took a few steps away from the bed I unconsciously moved my legs. The contraption caused my legs to spend more & it locked in place. The sound made my Namjoon or should I say master stop in his place. Looking over his shoulder smirks as he can slightly see my soaked-through panties my beet-red face & my wide eyes.

He shook his head continuing to walk to the dresser "See what happens when you don't be a good girl & listen to your master?" he said as he opened a drawer & pulled a purple silk blind fold out. As I watched my 5'11 well toned husband pull the blind fold out I could feel my core burn more as I loved when he took away my site forcing me to use my other senses. "I ask you a question you fucking slut." He said pulling me back into reality. "Y-yes master" I curse myself for stuttering " I...I'm sorry for disobeying. I'm ready for my punishment" I said eying the purple blindfold in his hand which did not go unnoticed by him.

"Oh really? Well baby girl your apology won't work this time," he said as he threw the blindfold on the bedside table. Quickly looking at the blind & back to Namjoon he had dark lustful eyes with an evil smirk. If it wasn't for us being married for 2 and a half years I would've been terrified. But that didn't keep my body from shaking. " Oh did the little slut want to be blindfolded?" he said in a mocking tone as he knew that I did. I nodded my head & looked down at the huge bulge in his boxers as he had one knee on the bed next to my right thigh. As heard a grunt come from him I looked up instantly knowing my mistake. "Yes master," I said quickly with a slightly shaken voice. He smiled in approval as he heard my answer & saw I blush in embarrassment. "Alright I'm tired of this shit," he said as he pull off his boxers & climbing on the bed in between my legs.

Before I knew it he was ripping off the last fabric of clothing I had on, my soaked see-through panties. "What's your color little kitten?" he said tossing my now destroyed panties somewhere. "Pink," I said with a smirk almost moaning & lightly moving my hips feeling the cool air on my wet core. "You like testing me, don't you? Stop being a stubborn little bitch & answer correctly" he said slapping the inside of my left thigh. Causing me to yelp & moan. "Purple master" I moaned. "Good girl," he said as he kissed & sucked the same area where he slapped just moments ago. I bit down on my lip trying not to moan just to see what he would do. "Don't hold it in little kitten let master hear your beautiful sounds." Looking straight into his eyes I shook my head no.

"Oh, so we're choosing to be bad now? I was going to let you off & not punish you tonight but since you're being such a spoiled ass brat I changed my mind." "W-what do you mean? You weren't going to punish me, master?" I said lifting my head to look down at him more. "Was but now you will get your punishment if you are a good little kitten master will give you exactly what you want after," he now hovering over you & leaning into your neck he whispers. "I'll slut you out & make you cum all over masters dick as much as you want".

Lightly kissing your neck right before leaning over & reaching to get something out of the bedside table. You watched his every movement. My eyes wide as I saw him pull out a vibrator. The one that he uses to get me close to my climax just for him to pull away right before I release. I hated that thing more than Lilith hated Lucifer (I honestly don't know if he did hate him just couldn't think of anything). "Now little kitten since you have disobeyed me at least 4 times tonight, you will get close to cumming 4 times. If you be a good little bitch then I will reward you" "& if I disobey you master ?" I said kind of in a mocking tone. "Oh, baby I will suggest you be a good girl because if not I will without hesitation fuck you until you can't walk until our anniversary." He said in a deep yet serious voice looking straight into my soul. "B-but master our an-anniversary was not even a whole 3 m-months ago." "Exactly. Now time for you to shut the fuck up & take your punishment." He said placing the cold vibrator on your throbbing wet clit & rubbing it up & down. You're still trying to hold back your moan looking right into your husband's eyes you nod letting him know you're ready.

"Master mm.. I'm- I'm getting close FUCK PLLEASE" she screams whilst squirming causing the contraction around her ankles to open as far as it can. Her knuckles are completely white from how tight she had her fist closed. I push the vibrator as far as I can before quickly taking it out get an annoyed grunt from my wife as she is close for the 4th & final time.

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[sokkastyles]

Hi,

Hope you are doing well. Thank you for the response to the previous query regarding Aang.

Back to the Southern Raiders, I didn't think much about it, but I am a bit confused on two things.

First, do you think that Aang should have entered the conversation between Sokka and Katara regarding Katara going after Yon Rah, because it is their personal matter, and like you had said in a previous post that it had been ongoing for a while.

Second, why did Sokka side with Aang? That part made no sense. If Sokka was worried about Katara's safety then that's understandable, but it makes no sense for him to say that Aang is right.

I would like your thoughts on this.

On your first point, it's not so much Aang entering the conversation between Katara and Sokka, because Aang started the conversation. It's Sokka who enters the conversation and turns it around towards his ongoing conflict with Katara, which is why it is less about Sokka agreeing with Aang (when we know he fundamentally doesn't agree with Aang's stance, on either forgiveness or revenge or killing), and more about how he and Katara never resolved their trauma over losing their mother and their conflict over having different responses to it. Sokka agrees with Aang not because he thinks Aang is right, but because it scares him to see Katara angry and vengeful instead of accepting her role as the replacement mother figure. It forces him to consider not only how Katara has been harmed by being forced to take up that role, but how he has benefitted from it. And I'm not saying this to disparage Sokka, but Sokka would have looked better as a character if the narrative had actually acknowledged this and let Sokka talk to his sister about it, and let Katara help Sokka see that she is still the same caring person even when she is angry and hurt, and let Sokka help Katara see that he loves her both for her nurturing side and the ways she has acted as a mother to him, and for her righteous strength in the face of injustice.

I think it's really out of character that Sokka never wanted to confront Yon Rah or even ask his sister how the confrontation went. Sokka, who sees himself as the protector. Usually the explanation I see for this is that Sokka doesn't have the same guilt over Kya's death, but Sokka is fiercely protective of Katara, and of his tribe in general. You can't tell me he wasn't at least curious to know how the confrontation went. You can't tell me he wasn't scared out of his mind that Yon Rah might finish the job he set out to do the first time he came to their village to murder the last waterbender.

Sokka's hands-off approach to the whole thing is so out of character and the only voice he gets in an episode about the murder of his people and his family is to call Aang wise to insist that forgiveness for unrepentant murderers is the only moral course of action.

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11. Kaali Kaali raaton se hone lagi h dosti.

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Akhtar looked on as Ram dug through his clothes in the cupboard. Folding his legs, he sat on the bed. "You don't have to."

"Shut up."

He sighed drumming his fingers on the wooden frame. He looked at the pool of perfectly clean and ironed shirts and pants around his feet.

"You better clean this up before Y/n sees it."

Sighing again, he leaned on his hand. Ram hummed distracted. This idiot is going to be in so much trouble.

"Ahaa!"

He blinked and turned his head just in time to get smacked by an undershirt in his face. "That could fit you."

Bheem looked at the white fabric in his hand. The first time Ram tried to dress him up was cute, second was fine, third was tolerable but now it was getting too much.

He didn't need to dress up and impress Jenny, outward appearances didn't matter to her. Ram was just an annoying bug who took this weird habit very seriously.

"I have this."

Bheem threw the undershirt back at Ram's head.

"Oh."

He smacked his head, Ram was now digging through another column. As cute as Ram's concern about his love life was, Bheem wasn't ready to be scolded Y/n.

All this mess was going to get Ram in trouble, he just knew it. Y/n would give him the worst stink eye while handing all these shirts and pants to be ironed again.

The saying 'gehu k saath ghun bhi pista' was haunting bheem. He was so going to be the ghun. He was going to be crushed along with the wheat like a bug.

"Bhai-"

He started, "you don't have to." It appeared his words fell on deaf ears. Ram neither turned nor hummed.

Before Bheem could think about how lucky he was, he heard faint sounds of payal. He flailed his arms from the bed to signal as if Ram's eyes were at the back of his head.

"Ye sb kya h?!"

Bheem scrambled to his feet and went to stand behind Y/n, "I didn't do anything."

"I can see."

He sighed quietly, in relief. Ram's frame was blocked by the cupboard. Bheem looked at the still shadow and barked a laugh, instantly forcing a cough to cover up.

"Ram?"

He quickly covered his face with a hand, he didn't know Ram was capable of squeaks.  I told you to clean up.

Y/n looked at the floor, covered in all the clean and crumpled shirts and pants. "I- Why did you throw the ties? The ties, Ram? You couldn't slide them?"

She bent down to pick up the blue tie.

"Bhabhi, I promised I'd meet Jenny."

She hid a smile, they were really cute together. "Ha, have fun."

Finally Ram shut the doors and looked at her. In purple saree and few wayward strands framing her face, he couldn't make out the meaning of her relaxed expressions.

Her forehead was void of lines and eyebrows were in their natural arch, why on earth she had the tiniest smile on her lips. Where did she learn to keep her eyes empty? And when?

"..y/n?" He hopped over the pile he had created, skeptical of her. "Are- are you mad?"

"Why would I be mad?"

She pressed her lips harder and bit the inside of her lip. His eyes widened comically slow and his shoulders raised making his face jut out.

He didn't believe her. She had to be mad. How could she not be, this must be sarcasm.

"Look around, why wouldn't you be mad?"

He's right, she mused, but he's so cute. His wide eyes did a wonder on her everytime she looked into them.

Pursing her lips, she took a step towards him and he took one back. Her breath picked up a little, hesitantly she stepped forward one more time and he backed once again.

His heart picked pace, her eyes didn't stray away. Apprehension left his mind, replaced by- by a strange anticipation.

The playful gleam in her eyes left him completely breathless. Did she not realize what she did to his poor heart?

He kept taking tiny steps till his back hit the wall.

Y/n pouted, she was too short to cage him between the wall and her hands like he did to her. Her eyes slowly advanced down from his face and came to stop at the button he loved to leave open.

It's like he doesn't realize what he does to me.

Ram was almost certain he was hallucinating. His wife was pressed upto him and fiddling with his shirt's buttons, this had to be some kind of a dream. The brilliance on her face was the one he had only witnessed in his dreams.

"Why would I be mad, patidev?"

He gulped, suddenly feeling extremely hot. A whine bubbled to his throat of how she wasn't being fair to him. He dreaded this would be too much and his patience would snap.

"Say na.."

Her voice went pierced his heart like an arrow from Manmatha's quiver. He clenched and unclenched his fingers on the side.

'I, uh.. you-"

His stomach flipped and he gulped, awaiting what she'd do next.

Y/n grazed his skin lightly with her nails, enjoying the pleasant view of him shivering.

Her heart thrummed against her ribcage- hair falling on his forehead, his lips slightly ajar and eyes unfocused.  She felt sparks under her skin.

"I'm not mad."

He felt her hand trace his collar before she tugged on it, pulling him down.  "How can I be mad at my chand? My pati? My parmeshwar?"

She bit back a giggle and ran her fingers through his short hair, massaging his scalp. Ram sighed, eyes fluttering in relaxation.

"I'm not mad because you will clean the mess you made."

Her lips grazed the shell of his ear, unable to resist, his eyes clenched and his heart flipped, the desire to hold her flush against him was rising with each passing second. All Ram could feel was the warm breath, her chest almost pressed against his, her scent cast a charm on him.

Y/n slowly retracted herself and took a few steps back before his eyes opened and the fog cleared. With shaking feet she took a step back, his eyes widened, she knew she had messed with him.

Fast as lightning, she turned and ran out of the room with Ram hot on her heels. Her feet thudded against the floor, laughter chimed through the house.

Her loose hair flew behind her in ripples, hands lifting the saree a bit and she looked back to see him at an arm's length.

Y/n squeaked and circled around the buckets huddled near the handpump, behind the sack of wheat and the dining table. Narrowly missing him, she ran back towards their room.

His eyes followed her, a familiar feeling simmered in his chest. He took long strides and finally grasped her arm, turning her face to him.

She gasped suddenly feeling her feet trip on air, yelping Y/n tried to brace herself against his frame.

Ram was out of breath and unsuspecting. Instinctively his arms circled around her waist, pulling her over him as they fell on the bed.

Legs hanging from the bed, they stayed there for a minute trying to catch their breath. She curled up on his side.

Ram wrapped his arm around her frame and pulled her half over him. He looked at the ceiling through the flimsy curtains.

Finally, his heart calmed down and the thudding in his ears dulled into nothing, allowing him to listen to her steady breaths.

Floral scent wafted from her freshly washed hair. She was busy drawing small circles over his shirt.  Cool breeze entered through the window.

"Do we have to?"

Y/n chortled, hiding her face. "Yes, we do."

Soft curls brushed against his cheek as she tried to get up. He fought the urge to pull her back to him.

She looked at her her husband, sprawled on the bed like a starfish and snorted. Her eye twitched again when she looked at the cupboard.

"I wasn't joking, you're the one who's going to clean his mess."

Her voice broke through his musings, he sat up and stretched his limbs as if he woke from a slumber.

"But-"

"No buts. I wont touch this at all."

He supposed it was only fair. Ram began collecting all the clothes on the floor and bundled them up on a chair.

"This?"

He looked at the red saree and shook his head. "You've complained it's too heavy before. We'll be there for a few hours, wear something light."

She rummaged through the stacks of silk and cotton again and pulled a beautiful yellow saree with green border. Taking out the blouse, she started walking towards the adjacent room.

It pinched her heart how they were still so far apart. Closer than they had ever been, sure but for some reason the fact that they still didn't have the comfort to change in the same room bothered her.

Most married couples had that, even the ones who barely tolerated each other then why couldn't her and Ram have that. She hoped some God heard her.

Tucking in the hip pleats, she reflected on last few months.

Once done with the saree, she went back in the room to see Ram on the bed, his undershirt was splayed on the side and he was just in his pants.

She gasped remembering the last time she saw him sitting like this, he didn't look mad- soothing herself she walked towards him.

Unpinned shoulder pleats opened and her pallu fell to her elbow, creating a drape. She stopped a couple steps away from the bed, "Ram?"

It seemed as if he didn't hear her. Y/n took a step forward and kept a hand on his shoulder gingerly.

"Ha?"

She sighed inadvertently, "where were you lost?"

"Nowhere." He shook his head, looking down.

Ram thought about his people back in the village, he remembered his promise. It pained him. He couldn't meet them till he fulfilled it.

Bed dipped beside him.

Y/n silently rubbed his arm, feeling the muscles ripple under her palm. "Do you not want to go? I can make any excuse next time I see Charu."

Her cousin, Charu was married in the same city as her. She had been pestering Y/n to visit her with Ram. Finally giving in, they decided to pay her cousin a visit in the evening.

"No! No.. I just- I haven't been to a relative's home in so long."

I haven't been to my relatives home in so long. She heard what he meant. Fighting the urge to shift closer, she continued the light caress, mapping the taut skin, the tension.

"We don't have to- if you really don't want to, we won't go. I don't mind, me and her aren't close anyways."

He looked at her, finally seeing the arch of eyebrow flatten and her forehead crinkle in worry. He only found sincerity in her eyes. He just wanted to stay at home and sleep.

Sleep.

He snorted remembering the time when he used to function  on mere two hours of rest.

"What?"

Ram leant forward, resting his chin on his locked hands. "Nothing." His eyes crinkled in humor when she lightly smacked his arm, "acha acha.. I just remembered how I used to stay awake at nights."

The white sheer curtains blew with the wind, she smiled as well. Her gaze traveled from his face to the shining silver chain.

Y/n hooked her arms with his, drawing it closer to her bosom and rested against his shoulder, "so we should cancel?"

His heart fluttered, feeling her soft skin graze his. It took everything in him to stay still and suppress the shivers. 

"No, let's go."

She stayed silent, just breathing silently, his mind wandered to their engagement.

She sat back straight, stretching out the moment before they would get up. He bit back an embarrassing sigh as she shuffled to the mirror.

Eyes hooded, with a lazy smile on his face he looked at her frame, longing for her. There was nothing he wanted more than to pull her in his arms. Straightening his back, Ram didn't break the stare.

Whenever he looked at her, it felt as if a haze descended on him. For that instant, that moment the world vanished in smoke. He relished the sweet view, committing the way her plump lips stretched, the way her eyes spoke to him- to his memory.

He saw how she shifted on her feet while brushing her hair, feeling the his flutter a little more when she swept them on a side baring the side of her neck.

His chest constricted and before he knew she was gasping in surprise. He caught her in an embrace, his arms around her waist.

Y/n was too focused on the electrifying grip, too distracted to form words for a few moments. Her heart tried to catch up with the beats lost because of him.

His facial hair tickled her neck as he pressed her back to himself and resting his chin on her shoulder. Unable to understand what he was doing, she simply held onto his hands locked in front of her.

Her throat refused to work, she looked in the mirror. Barely able make out the expression on his face she ran her fingers over his hands. All she saw was his hair falling on the forehead and his eyes, closed.

A slow shy grin formed on her lips as her fingers found their way to his face, cupping it lightly.

"Kya hua?"

She felt his cheeks lift in a smile, "I missed you." He whispered back making her heart soar.

Her eyes closed happily, indulging in his affections. Her breath hitched, feeling the tip of his fingers slowly caress her waist. Turning her head, she pressed a small, oddly angled kiss in his hair. I love you.

Comb was long forgotten on the floor, sun slowly inched behind the leaves. He felt every ounce of his body combusting, feeling the comfort as she combed through his hair.

He almost choked, wishing he could tell her how he felt. Ram imagined telling her one day, telling her how his heart beat for her, how his eyes searched for her, how he felt a strange pain whenever she wasn't around.

In his wildest dreams, she loved him back. In his half awake fantasies he could kiss her.

God how he wished he could kiss her..

When had he turned into such a lover.

He couldn't remember the time when he didn't wake up to her shining brown eyes. As much as kohl brought out her eyes, he absolutely loved seeing them bare.

I love you.

One day I'll tell you, thinking so he lay a chaste kiss on her temple.

He sighed in disbelief, the day he gathered enough courage didn't seem close. Squeezing her lightly one more time, he loosened the grip. He didn't want to let go.

Pressing his face in her neck one more time, he took a step back.

Y/n almost whimpered at the loss of contact. If he was trying to convince of her to stay home, he had succeeded.

"I'll get ready."

Her eyes widened like saucers, he  couldn't seriously be expecting her to walk out of the home right after he threw her brain in a frenzy.

Overcome by lethargy, she grabbed the back of his unbuttoned shirt, "some other time? Please?"

She watched his eyebrows arch and a knowing smile form on his face.

"Next time her husband pesters me, I'm blaming you."

Giggling, she couldn't help but wrap her arm around his broad shoulders, "You're the best!"

He couldn't help but laugh audibly either. He had married an absolute sweetheart. His fingers worked on closing the lower buttons as she swayed them lightly.

"Mhm, now what do you want for dinner?"

"What?"

He turned to her, breaking away from her embrace a bit, "what do you want for dinner? I'll get it."

Her eyes gleamed, "kachori!"

Hastily he tucked in the shirt and went out.

Y/n followed him to the door before switching on the lights. She collapsed on the chair like a heap, relaxed and happy.

She was glad that they didnt inform her cousin beforehand, nothing could have saved her then.

After waiting patiently for an hour or so there was a knock finally. She all but rushed to the door.

Securing the latch behind him, Ram handed her the bag. "Here."

"Go change, I'll set the table."

She watched him walk into the harsh yellow light. Leaves rustled above her, reflections from the metal containers laying around cast a glow on the veranda.

Changing weather bought with it a sense of tranquility. Her feet tingled in delight.

Basking in the feeling for a second, her feet rushed towards the kitchen. The packets were hot under her palm, she simply pulled out the plates and took out the contents from the paper bags.

She found an extra packet in the larger cloth bag. It wasn't warm, curious, she opened it.

Her eyes twinkled seeing the milkcakes. She loved them.

Just as she set down the plates, Ram walked out in his worn out yellow kurta. Y/n rolled her eyes.

"How long till you throw this away? Some of the rags are in better condition than this." She complained loudly.

He simple shrugged and muttered, "it's comfortable."

She imagined it was, it was a shame she couldn't pester him, he looked really good in that.

They ate in silence, enjoying the cold evening. After the harsh summers and relentless rains, these evenings felt like a blessing.

"Do you want something?"

She asked in between the morsels and waited as he hesitated and considered.

"No."

Y/n gave him another second. He quickly pointed to the chutney, asking for more.

She pressed her lips, biting back a fond smile. He loved coriander chutney.

"There's more right?" He asked quietly, she almost 'aww-ed' at how adorable he sounded.

"Haan."

Once again they lapsed in comfortable silence.

When both of them were done, she washed the utensils and he gathered up stuff lying around and locked the main door, as per their usual routine.

"I'm going up for a bit."

She simply hummed, focusing on the ash-y soap. It felt less irritating as her forehead was merely damp opposed to the usual dripping sweat.

Wiping her hands, she used the pallu to dab her face and pushed the loose strands behind her ear. Leaving the bulb in the living room on, she picked a handfan and went up.

She felt a dull ache in her calves, exhaustion finally setting in. Her shoulders drooped, her hands flailed a little on sides and she threw her head back.

Ram turned to the side startled as she plopped down on the swing. Chuckling, he took the fan from her kept it aside. Winds were pleasant. For the first time in months he liked how moonlight felt sheetal on his skin.

Stretching a little, he kept his arm over the blunt edges of the swing liking how Y/n immediately leaned against it. He gripped the metal to stop himself from curling his arm and bringing her to his chest.

Clouds approached from distance, he looked on- his eyes zeroing on the ominous looking tree in midst of the garden.

He knew she wasnt asleep, she was fiddling with a thread on his kurta. He remembered how she teased him earlier.

"You see that tree?"

Srunching her eyebrows, she looked at him and followed his sight to a tree. "Yes?"

No leaves. It looked cadaverous.

Ram hid a grin, "you remember that kid who jumped from the sixth floor in the next lane?"

"Haan. What about him?"

"It is said, he took shelter under that tree one stormy night and ever since he kept seeing a lady in white saree and sindoor over her face everywhere. Fed up of the mutilated visions, he jumped."

He angled his body towards her, biting his lip to keep a straight face.

Discomfort weaved through her, "what? Nonsense, none of this happens."

She hoped he didn't pick up the affirmative defense, she really hoped he didn't pick up on the fact that it was fake. Being a believer was such a pain when fate didn't bless you with courage.

Eyes widening like saucers, "Areyy it's not nonsense. A kid lost his life, how can you say it's nonsense?" He quipped loudly.

The gears of her brain turned, it worked to keep her from being scared. Y/n scoffed, not believing his story, "it could be that he was seeing things that weren't there. It happens."

Moon shone in the sky behind them. The shadows of balcony pricked her nerves. Back of the swing faced the room's window. A tiny flame burning on the table far from them didn't do much to illuminate the dark.

"Acha if it isn't true then why did your cousin keep hearing weird noises in the room right next to the peepal tree?"

Ram giggled on the inside, he knew it wasn't just her cousin who heard those screeches, "tell me, why the room next to the peepal?"

Dogs howled on the street. Shifting, she put a leg up, attempting to be discreet.

"We were kids!"

He could melt in a puddle, why did his wife had to look so adorable. Y/n almost let out an anxious exhale, her eyes darted to the room.

As the moon climbed, the shadows in the balcony grew stronger. She cursed the flickering flame of the candle. Did it have to flicker now? Why did her peripheral have to catch that?

"You know Mahesh? The guy I work with? Doors in his house keep unlocking on their own. How do you explain that?"

A bird chirped on their neem tree. It felt weird, wrong even, to hear birds around midnight. She looked at the dark leaves, cursing softly she folded both legs under her and shifted to face Ram.

He told her months ago, how locked doors opened with a loud bang at midnight at Mahesh's house. No burglar would make such a noise, and no one would open every single door and window, all at the same time.

"Must have been wind."

He put on a slightly quiet and deep tone, "wind? Wind was what your grandmother saw when she saw feet near the main door at two in the morning?"

Reminding her of the incident a few months ago, he looked forward flippant. Shuffle of fabric made way to his ears, when he looked at her again, her hand over the swing was no longer there but tucked at the front, her back didn't face the room anymore.

She remembered hearing a loud scream at the dead of night few days after their wedding. Suppressing a shudder she pulled her shoulders back, "it was dark, it could have been something else."

Gulping the knot in her throat, she argued weakly- adamant on keeping her dignity. Of course she knew what he was doing, this jerk, and she refused to loose.

"Tell that to poor girl who almost fell from stairs in the school."

"What girl?"

Ram pointed to a tall building visible faintly, "it is said a girl passed away from a severe asthma attack when her classmates bullied her, a few days ago a girl saw her wandering in the hall near stairs. Poor kid almost fell to her death."

She dithered, unable to repress the sudden quiver in her muscles, "sounds to me like she scared herself, nothing else."

The false bravado didn't fool him. He noticed how she curled up a little more with each instance he narrated. Mirth swam in his eyes.

"It isn't a trick of mind if someone else corroborates similar incidents, meri jaan. You know, the group of girls who bullied her see her, even often get tugged and scratched, inexplicably."

Y/n felt annoyance creep on her, she slapped his arm, "shouldn't you have less than little faith in those girl's stories, you know being a police officer?"

He didn't fully believe but then again, time had taught him to not be so dismissive of such matters.

"Okay, let me tell you what happened at the place I lived in before."

He too put up his feet and faced her. "Soo, it actually happened, like I'm not making this up."

Leaning in a conspiratorial fashion, he kept a hand over the back support of swing. "You've met the landlord right? He had fairly big family- him, his wife, their two sons and a girl. This happened during her wedding ceremonies."

She didn't know whether to believe him, he was clearly doing this to scare her. Her heart beat in suspense nevertheless.

"I lived in the room across the hall, it was the day of her haldi ceremony. Everything was going fine, relatives were swarming the house, kids were creating a ruckus, girls and boys were dancing to dholak and songs- it.. it was beautiful."

He smiled, for a second forgetting that he was supposed to be focusing on the build up and suspense.

"She was so happy, Chitra.. "

She was.. until she wasn't. He felt a pinch in his heart, remembering how their happiness was snatched within seconds.

"They were putting her in a normal saree but she.. she insisted on a white one with golden border! I don't think I saw her happier ever.."

Y/n looked on with an identical smile, it sounded like a fond recollection. She saw how his eyes unfocused and he dived in the memories, he wasn't making it up, she realized.

"Really?"

"Yeah! You know who was happier? Her younger brother," he huffed out a laugh, that rowdy kid. "He's a passionate kid, you know. His innocence was taken from him too soon."

For reasons different from Ram but he understood the loss, nonetheless.

"Right so, they were happy and then a man came running, yelling and sobbing, tripping over stones. He told them how Chitra's uncle, her father's elder brother had passed away that morning..."

Smiles from their faces dropped faster than a raindrop hitting earth.

"Girls who have been touched by haldi aren't supposed to step out without blessed thread on their wrist or on empty stomach. Chitra- she forgot everything the second his body was bought out in the lane for antim darshan, she cried and ran out without the thread."

He was there, he saw her coming down the stairs, screaming. He didn't stop her.

"She loved him, he was her favorite uncle, he was the one who fought for her education. She couldn't bear the loss, when she saw him- draped in yellow sheet and tied to bamboo ladder. All the rules- she didnt care. Dropping beside him," Ram gulped, the scene playing vividly before his eyes. "She hugged him, begged him to wake up. It was her wedding, he had to be there for var puja, jaimala, he had to be there for her kanyadaan."

Y/n kept a hand on his knee.

"Yeah, so she wailed and cried till they had to take him. Perhaps the grief was too much, the family forgot that she had been near him without protection. They were too eager to marry her off, they didn't see fit to wait for thirteen days before hosting an auspicious occasion in their house."

If only he had spoke up, Ram thought.

"A few days after her wedding, her husband dropped her home saying she was behaving crazily. Everyone was confused, Chitra had a stable head on her shoulders. Anyways, all the confusions were cleared two days later when she spoke for the first time."

Snorting, he thought back to that night when he had come home late and saw a group of people huddled near their portion of house.

"Her eyes were inhumanly wide, like they'd pop right out and she behaved strange. Some kid said, she was screaming wildly and grumbling."

He looked at his wife, she seemed freaked out, he had been frazzled too.

"This continued for a few days, several doctors, pandits and just about everyone was called. No doctor could conclude what happened to her, no prayers by pandit worked, she was still behaving amazingly crazy."

Y/n shifted a little closer, looking back for a split second.

"The entire building was scared, families living on rent had asked their kids to stay away. Everyone slept on the terrace huddled together, all the residents were convinced that there was something wrong with her. Then one day," He took a second to breathe a disbelieving laugh.

"Then one day, she called her mother in her room. Since aunty was scared, she took me and two other people with her. Chitra said, 'there is someone standing at the stairs downstairs, ask him to move away or I'll kill him.' We all scrambled out to see if there was someone-"

Y/n leaned forward, squeezing his arm, "and? Was there?"

"Her elder brother was standing at the last step, talking to a guy. We all screamed at him to leave that space and when he did, we ran back to her room. She looked somewhere on the wall emptily and chuckled, getting up. Without a word she went down and laid on the cot in the sun."

She looked sideways, seeing the candle blow out with a final flicker and immediately clutched his arm tighter. He saw slight tremors in her frame. He had been surprised and scared out of his mind as well, whatever it was, Chitra had terrified them all.

"Her family didn't waste a single more second and rushed her to mehendipur wale Balaji."

Goosebumps erupted all over, and in a breathy squeak she asked, "then? Then what? Is she okay? Or is she still?"

"Oh no, when they came back, she was still a little unsettled, but they visited the temple regularly till she became normal. She's fine now, has a baby. She did tell that it was her uncle's spirit."

Y/n could only whisper a small oh.

"Still think none if this happens?"

He laughed as she pressed herself in his shoulder and muttered a no.

"Let's go now, it's too late and stay with me, isn't this the hour when ghosts lurk openly?"

She smacked his arm, "Shut up," Whining as he chortled again, at her shaky words.

"Acha acha, devi ab nhi hasunga. Let's go now?"

His lips stretched in a wide grin as she clung to his arm when they walked.

Reaching the stairs, she stopped in the track, "I'm gonna go first." Y/n suppressed the urge to knock him over head when his shoulders shook in humor, she was far too scared.

He trailed behind watching his wife run to their room and hide beneath the thin covers.

Switching off the bulb, he climbed in, feeling a strange happiness as she snuggled into him. "Just- just don't let go okay?" Y/n took his hand, kept it over herself and held it.

Ram smiled, looking at their hands, "never." He kissed her head before dragging her closer and caging her in his arms, secure.

It's really a miracle how i wrote this everytime my brain had been overworked to death and i couldnt sleep because my body ached. Tbh i think my state really reflects on this piece as there's isn't really a coherence here.. chile anyways I hope it saves you from boredom for a few minutes. If you see any mistake pls forgive it, i was falling asleep when i proofread lmao.

If you want to be tagged in further works or removed pls lemme know. :))

Edit :: feedback? Because likes don't tell me if you want to read stuff like this or not. 😭 Too long? Too short? Too boring? Too generic? Whatever you feel tell me

#rrr prompt #rrr #rrr fandom #ram x reader #ram x wife!reader #rrr x reader #fluff? #somewhere between fluff and nothing

[indian-kahani]

Desi LGBT Fest: Day 8 Prompt

The acceptance you hoped for vs the acceptance you got

Tagging: @desi-lgbt-fest

Anshika loved her parents. She loved them more than anything in the world, more than buttercups and more than summer days. She loved them as much as her girlfriend Padma, which was really saying something.

One of the biggest reasons that she loved her parents was their acceptance, their open-mindedness. Their willingness to shrug and accept that life was just like that sometimes, messy and chaotic and throwing everyone up into the air with no regard for how soft their landing might be.

“The universe can do whatever it wants, Anshu.” Her father had told her once. “It’s up to us what we make of it.”

She had been nervous coming out to her parents: accepting or not, open-minded or not, there was no denying the fact that for most people like her, acceptance with a loving family was a pipe dream. The most that people like her could hope for was not to get thrown out onto the streets.

It scared her sometimes – how three words could change her life so radically.

“Ma… I’m bisexual.”

“Bisexual? Kya bisexual? What is this, Anshu?” her mother was tight-lipped, unsmiling. Anshika’s heart had began to race, her hands balling up into fists.

“I- I like girls. And boys. Romantically.” She had blurted out, willing herself to not cry.

Her mother had considered her for a long second, and then turned around, the fabric of her kurti swaying gently.

“Are you serious, Anshika?” she had asked. Anshika had just nodded.

Later that night, she heard them talking between themselves in hushed, urgent whispers. At one point, she heard her mother begin to sob. Something deep inside her broke at the sound of her muffled tears. She hated that something that she held so dear, something that was a part of her, would make one of the people she loved most in the world cry.

“Bisexual? Where is she even hearing this? I didn’t even know what it meant, Manish!” her mother had said, and Anshika imagined her holding her head in her hands.

“It’s okay, Ashwini. It’s okay. She’s young, right? Maybe she is bisexual, maybe she isn’t. All we can do is wait and see. We want her to be happy, right? That’s all we can ask for.” Her father’s voice was heavy.

“You’re right, but I just can’t- why her?” Ashwini sounded defeated, asking God for the answers she didn’t know herself. “Why my baby? I just wanted her to be happy!”

Anshika covered her ears after that, feeling nauseated.

Ma… can I not be happy just the way I am?

But still, she was happy. She was content. Because the day after, her parents held her hand determined, and hugged her with their heads held high, telling her that they loved her and would do anything to see her happy with the boy, or the girl of her choice.

So yes, her parents accepted her. Yes, they wanted to see her be happy.

But still-

Her father always reminded her to be faithful.

Because bi girls are more likely to cheat.

Her mother always told her that she might find the right boy one day.

Because if she found a boy, it means she’s straight, right?

Her father suggested that she buy more lehengas and another gaghra.

The last thing they want is for her to look like a lesbian.

And sometimes when they told her they loved her, their smiles seemed a little worried.

Anshika loved her parents, and she knew they would always love her back no matter what.

She just wished that they would love her knowing and accepting that her sexuality was always going to be a part of her, that it wasn’t something that she could change.

Still, they were trying. They were doing their best with the little they knew. Her father bought a book called How to make your daughter feel loved, and read it every day.

Her mother hugged her more often, and made it a point to tell her that she was beautiful and confident and smart. They didn’t invite Padma to dinner, but they met her at the school gates and talked to her with smiles on their faces, knowing that this was the girl their daughter was dating.

They weren’t perfect, no. But they were trying.

And to be honest? That was all she wanted.

I actually quite like this one, but it was pretty rushed and i didn't want to edit so :DD

#it could be improved but idk #avani writes #indian-kahani #indian kahani #lesbian #bisexual #lgbt #lgbt+ #lgbtq #lgbtq+ #anshika #anshika x padma #lgbtqia #lgbtqia+ #pride month #desi lgbt+fest #something about this really spoke to me idk #queer #growing up desi #queer community #lgbt community

[lyranova]

Can we have more interactions between Alister and some other next gens? How does he get along with his peers!!

Hiya anon! Of course I can, I’ll admit this ended up focusing on Alistar and a couple of other Next Gen’s and then it turned into an Alikari fic towards the end 😅. So if you have a specific OC Next Gen that you want Alistar to interact with please let me know 🥺💕, and I hope you enjoy! Btw the links below are of the outfits some OC’s wore, and if anyone wants to put what their Next Gen would wear to a ball below please feel free to add them 😁💕!

Leon and Cyra belong to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare , Avalinia and Nymphadora belong to @koneko-pi , Hikari Einar and Hana belong to @eme-eleff , Cory belongs to @hybridanafrost and Vivi Dusk and Sirius belong to @loosesodamarble !

Word Count: 2,676

Warnings: None

Alistar, Hikari, Miku, Kito, Kya, Hana, Einar, Ezio

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Alistar quietly walked to the ballroom. Earlier that week his father, William Vangeance, had told him that there was going to be a ball for all of the Magic Knight squad children, the Captain’s Children, and for the other royal and noble kids from the Suit kingdoms. Along with Hino. Alistar had scoffed for a moment, knowing there had to be an ulterior motive for this ball, and he was proven right.

The reason for the ball was for the relations between all the kingdoms to be repaired or to begin. If their children got along and made connections with each other, maybe in the future they could become close allies. That was King Augustus’s theory anyway.

Alistar rubbed the back of his neck. He liked being able to catch up with his friends from other squads at events like this, but at the same time he hated having to go to events like this, mostly because of the stares people gave him when he walked into the room. It made him self-conscious

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he stood in front of the oak doors. He cleared his throat, straightened his suit jacket, made sure his normally messy white hair was still parted to the side like it was supposed to be before he opened the doors.

As soon as he opened the door soft, sweet music floated in the air past him. People were laughing, talking, and dancing happily. He had to admit, it had been a while since he had seen everyone look so relaxed and cheerful. Everyone had been stressed out about taking the Magic Knight exams and going on missions that they really hadn’t been able to let loose. Alistar nearly chuckled, maybe he was wrong, maybe the real reason the adults had come up with this ball was just for their kids to have fun.

He quickly looked over and saw the Black Bulls standing around being their usual selves. They were loud, joyous, and of course chaotic. The Faust siblings and Corduroy tried to get the others to calm down, but that wasn’t an easy task.

Alistar walked over to the drinks, grabbed a glass, and moved to lean against the wall beside the table. He noticed all of his friends and peers were there, except for one: Hikari Yami.

She was supposed to be there with her squad and siblings since she was their Vice-Captain and the oldest but she wasn’t. Maybe she was running late? Or maybe she was sick? No, her siblings would have told him she was sick. As he got lost in his thoughts he felt someone come to stand beside him, he turned and smiled.

“ Hello Leon,” Alistar greeted the oldest Vermillion warmly.

“ Hello Alistar,” Leon greeted warmly before he took a sip of his drink. “ Quite the party our parents decided to throw for us isn’t it?”

“ It is. But our parents weren’t the only ones who set this up, there are kids from Heart, Spade, Diamond, and Hino as well.” Alistar pointed out as he saw the Grinberryall and Deomine children standing and talking amongst each other, Leon nodded in agreement.

“ I hear you’re on the short list to become Vice-Captain of the Crimson Lions,” Alistar said after a moment, he noticed a small smile appear on his friend's face and he shrugged a bit.

“ I’ve heard that as well, although I’m not sure how true that is.” Leon admitted softly, and Alistar patted his shoulder.

“ I’m pretty confident that it’s true, and before you say something like ‘I don’t know if I’ve earned it’ or ‘I don’t deserve it, someone else does’ I’m going to tell you right now that you’ve worked hard and that you have earned it.” Alistar said quickly and with his signature smile, Leon scoffed and shook his head.

“ We’ll see, but I think I’ll keep my expectations in check though, just to be safe.” Leon admitted as he took another sip of his drink. “ Where’s Hikari? Shouldn’t she be here with the rest of her squad?”

“ I don’t know, everyone else is here except for her, I’m hoping she’s alright.” He muttered softly, his voice full of worry, Leon patted his friend's shoulder.

“ I’m sure she’s just running late, there’s no need to worry.” Leon said warmly and before Alistar could respond two of their other friends walked up to them.

“ Good evening Alistar, Leon!” Avalinia Silva, daughter of Nozel Silva, said cheerfully as she walked up to the two. They smiled warmly and greeted her happily.

“ Good evening Leon, Alistar.” Nymphadora Silva, daughter of Nozel Silva and sister to Avalinia, said more calmly.

One could easily tell that Nymphadora was here at the ball out of a sense of duty, whereas Ava was here to have fun and because she truly enjoyed these kinds of events.

“ Wow you really look like a Prince Charming tonight Alistar!” Avalinia said with a bright smile, Alistar’s face suddenly went red as Leon chuckled from beside him.

“ O-Oh, thank you Avalinia.” They all turned as Nymphadora scoffed.

“ If father were to hear you say that, he would think you were flirting with Alistar.” She said with a small grin at the mental image of their father glaring at the young men. The two visibly shuddered as they also got a mental image of Nozel glaring at them.

“ I didn’t mean it like that Nymph! I meant it in a general and friendly way, and if you would have let me finish I was going to say the same thing to Leon.” Ava said with a pout, causing her sister to laugh.

Alistar suddenly felt someone pull on the hem of his jacket, he turned and looked down slightly to see the young Vivian Faust standing there. He smiled and bent over a little to be more eye level with the young girl.

“ Good evening Vivi, you look very lovely tonight.” He said warmly and the young girl nodded.

“ Thank you, my Aunt Discordia provided the fabric for the dress and my mother sewed it.” Vivian explained matter of factly as she smoothed out the front of her dress. “ May I ask my flower knight for a favor?” She suddenly asked and he frowned a bit but nodded.

“ Of course you can, Vivi.”

“ Can you make me some Pelargonium peltatum please?” She asked, and Alistar nodded before he looked around, in order to make her those flowers he would need a pot of dirt. When he turned back to face Vivi he saw her holding out a pot for him, he laughed, she was always very well prepared.

Alistar grabbed the pot and used his World Plant Magic to make her the flowers before handing it back to her. Vivian suddenly grabbed a handful of the Ivy Geranium and began to make a small bracelet with it.

“ Here, the flowers mean ‘your hand for the next dance’, so after you dance with Hikari you can dance with me.” Vivian said as she placed the flowers around Alistar’s wrist and the young man blushed a bit and rubbed the back of his neck.

“ Of course Vivi,” He agreed and the young girl tilted her head a bit.

“ Are you burdened by my asking you to dance? Or is it my brothers glaring at you that has you feeling awkward?” She asked and Alistar looked over Vivian’s shoulder and saw Dusk and Sirius glaring at him, he smiled and shook his head before patting her hair.

“ I don’t feel burdened Vivi, and your brothers glaring at me isn’t making me awkward at all.” Alistar said with a small laugh, and Vivian looked at him seriously.

“ You’re a bad liar,” She told him bluntly before a ghost of a smile appeared on her face. “ but that’s what makes you a great knight.” The smile disappeared from her face before she turned around and walked back towards her family and squad. Alistar stood back up and noticed Avalinia and Nymphadora had walked away to go see their other friends, Leon smirked at his friend.

“ And you wonder why you’re so popular amongst people.” Leon said with a chuckle, and Alistar snorted.

“ Last I checked you were the one with the biggest fanclub.” Alistar said with a chuckle, which caused Leon to shake his head.

Suddenly the ballroom doors opened and in walked Hikari Yami, Alistar turned to look and his eyes widened and a bright red blush appeared on his cheeks.

She was wearing a beautiful floor length black dress with a slit on the side, the fabric had beautiful designs of flowers native to Hino printed on it, and the top of the bodice as well as the sleeves were also made to look like leaves and flowers from Hino. She had her dark hair swept to one side of her face and she wore simple yet beautiful jewelry designed with blue gems to look like roses.

She looked absolutely beautiful.

“ Looks like your bodyguard’s arrived, which means I can leave you alone to go mingle and dance with Avalinia and Cyra as I promised.” Leon said before he walked away, Alistar nodded numbly at him but his eyes never left Hikari.

“ Sorry I’m late, my dad was being a pain about the dress. He said it was ‘too revealing’ and that maybe it would be better if I stayed home, luckily my mom set him straight.” Hikari explained as she walked up to Alistar, she frowned when he didn’t respond. “ Hey are you okay? You can’t already be that tired.”

“ O-Oh sorry I was just thinking,” Alistar said quickly as he shook his head to get his thoughts in order. “ Honestly I’m surprised Captain Yami let you out of the Hideout in that dress.”

“ Yeah well he didn’t have much of a choice when my mom told him how it was unfair to let Einar and Hana come to the ball and not me, she also pointed out that I’m not a little kid anymore so I can go out wearing whatever I want, while also pointing out that someone needed to keep the brats in line at this party.” Hikari said with a shake of her head as she watched her squad. “ Speaking of, have they been behaving themselves?”

“ I think so, they’re acting as they normally do.” Alistar explained with a shrug and Hikari nodded before turning back to look at Alistar.

“ You look nice, you know how to dress to impress,” Hikari said with a grin as she looked him up and down. “ Although I’m not a big fan of the hairstyle.”

“ Why? What’s wrong with it?” Alistar asked as his hand reached up towards his hair, he thought he looked nicer with his hair out of his face, it made him look more mature and more like a noble.

“ There isn’t anything wrong with it, it’s just that…I like your messy hair more in your face is all.” She muttered with a grin before grabbing a glass of water and taking a sip. Alistar rubbed the back of his neck a bit awkwardly.

“ You don’t clean up too bad yourself, I half expected you to show up wearing your everyday clothes.” Alistar joked with a chuckle, he didn’t dare tell her his true thoughts, that she was the most beautiful woman in the room and that she looked breathtaking. So instead he decided to joke as he usually did. Hikari rolled her eyes and playfully shoved his shoulder.

“ Believe me I thought about it, but my mom and Hana said I had to look nice in order to give off a good impression to these nobles and royals. But I don’t really care what they think about me, they can like me as I am or just not like me at all.” She said with a shrug before putting her glass down and grabbing Alistar’s hand. “ C’mon let’s go dance!”

“ W-Wait Hikari!” Alistar tried to say but she ignored him and dragged him to the dance floor.

“ What? Scared I’m gonna step all over your toes?” She asked jokingly as the two stood in the center of the dance floor, Alistar snorted and shook his head.

“ Of course I am, the last time you and I danced I think you broke at least two or three of my toes.” Alistar joked, causing the woman to glare at him.

Hikari was as graceful as her mother on the battlefield, but on the dance floor? She was as graceful as her father was when he danced.

She placed her hand in his and her other hand on his shoulder, Alistar held her hand in his before placing his other on the small of her back. He cleared his throat and tried to hide the blush on his cheeks, if the two were any closer he worried that Hikari might be able to hear his heart beating in his chest.

The two moved and glided across the dance floor. This was one of the few times Hikari let him lead, since he was a slightly better dancer and knew more of the steps, but there were times when she would switch things up and take the lead.

Alistar stared at her as she looked down at her feet, concentrating on the steps and movements. The way she was dressed, the way the warm light shone on her face, and the way she smiled in joy as she made the right step. It made his heart melt and oddly made him want to kiss her right there and then but he shook his head, no, now wasn’t the time to get swept away by his feelings for her.

He liked her, and she was oblivious to it. Much like her dad was to her mother’s feelings. And Alistar wanted it to stay that way, at least for a little longer.

Suddenly a loud boom rang out through the room, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and turn their heads in that direction. It was the Black Bulls, as everyone had expected, apparently a few of the kids grew bored and decided to have a sparring match in the middle of the ball.

“ Seriously? Sorry Alistar, you’ll have to excuse me for a moment.” Hikari muttered, and just like that her serious Vice-Captain look appeared on her face as she made her way over to the group.

“ What do you brats think you’re doing? We’re supposed to be on our best behavior right now and you guys are acting up. This is why I can’t take you kids anywhere. Do you really want everyone to think we’re a crazy and chaotic squad?!” Hikari shouted loudly as all the Black Bulls knelt in front of her, just like they would when their dad was scolding them.

Alistar began to suppress his laughter, if no one knew better they would think it was Captain Yami Sukehiro himself standing in front of these kids. When she was serious and wanted the Black Bulls to fall in line she turned into the spitting image of Captain Yami but with the face of her mother Charlotte.

“ Vice-Captain Hikari is a little scary isn’t she?” Corduroy Swing, son of Magna Swing, said with a sheepish laugh as he came to stand beside Alistar, and on his other side stood a pale faced Ezio Roulacase, son of Finral Roulacase.

“ ‘A little scary’? Try a lot scary! When she gets like this I swear it's like she becomes her father!” Ezio said, and suddenly Hikari turned to look at them.

“ Hey Boy Scout, Taxi Jr. Get your asses over here!” Hikari shouted sternly, and both boys instantly nodded and ran over. Hikari began to scold Cory about how he shouldn’t have taken his eyes off of them, and that Ezio needed to control himself and stop flirting with every pretty girl he saw!

As Alistar watched this he suddenly couldn’t help himself, he suddenly burst out laughing, causing everyone to stare at him in confusion.

———

Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

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[blush-blush-love]

तुम्हें जो मैंने देखा

Sypnosis: Vihaan gets turned on after seeing his girl. that's it.

Warnings: Purely smut work. Minors DNI.

After joining the Delhi headquarters, work has Vihaan drained out mentally and physically. So, obviously he goes to comfort place. Y/N. It's been a month since he saw his woman, so, obviously he is giddy. Though you both talk over calls very regularly. But what he was not expecting his love, sweat drenched and heaving slightly from her dance practice, open the door.

Seeing you put efforts into her passion has always made Vihaan really proud of you, but seeing the flame of determination and focus also has Vihaan super turned on. When you are drenched in sweat? DAMN. Your muscles contracting while performing? SHEESH. When you go through your practice videos looking for mistakes with that flame in your eyes? HOLY FUCK.

Coming back to his senses, Vihaan hugs you tightly, melting into you. "Vihaan, I'm sweaty and probably smell gross." you said trying to break from the hug, only for Vihaan to hug back tighter. "Nah, I certainly don't mind it", Vihaan said chuckling. Finally breaking apart, the couple grinned at each other, completely smitten in love.

"Andar aao" you said with a warm smile. "Roger that, ma'am" Vihaan said in his authoritative voice.

Two orgasms later

You gasp out Vihaan's name for the hundredth time, legs shaking and barely able to keep your eyes open. There Vihaan was, busy between your legs, ravishing your pussy for an hour probably. He suddenly shoved his tongue into your sensitive hole, making you jolt in surprise. Every gasp of yours progressively turned him on more and more. Smirking, Vihaan can't help but grind his hips into the couch, imagining your pussy envoloping his dick. There is no definition of how much he loved you and how he loved strangled between your thighs. You weakly mewl out, hands desperately trying to hold on to something. "Vi-Vihaan, " you plead, making Vihaan raise an eyebrow, proud of making his love blabber like this. Breaking away, he took his pants off. You lied there admiring his muscles with glossy eyes. He leaned in for a kiss, making you taste yourself, "You look fucking gorgoeus, jaan", he said as he broke away from the kiss.

Your glossy eyes spoke more than words could ever. Vihaan sat on the couch right beside your head as you kneeled on the floor. Smirking up at him, you began stroking Vihaan's dick slowly. Looking into his eyes, you began licking the tip. "J-Jaan, aise hi...." he demanded. You smirked, before slowly taking him all in your mouth. His moans and groans kept turning you even more. "Y-You're gonna kill me" Vihaan chuckled, looking right into eyes. He gently held your already loose ponytail, to get a better look at you. The moment he felt the familiar coil in his gut, Vihaan cupped your face as a signal to stop and he leaned into your face to kiss.

Breaking away from the kiss, you stood up. "Bedroom" you demanded. Vihaan grinned, lifting you up. Gently laying you on you on the bed, he just stared at you. Admiring your features, taking everything in. You spread your legs, "Kya hua? Hmm?" You asked. He chuckled, amazed by your actions.

"Say it", Vihaan demanded. "Say what?" you asked with fake innocence, knowing damn well what he meant. He smirked, catching your mockery. "Want me to me in? Say it." Vihaan said in his matter of fact tone, as he rubbed his tip on your sensitive clit. You bite your lip, grinding back onto him. "Put i-it in" you said annoyed. Smirking at your desperation annoyance, he slowly slid his dick in. He groaned as your pulsating insides choke his dick. You exhale shakily as he slid in.

Vihaan set a gentle pace in an attempt to get you used to him. He began sucking your left nipple, while sqeezing the other tit. Annoyed with the pace, you grind yourself on his dick, "Jaan, i-itna dheere?". What you definitely were not expecting was him suddenly to his dick out and spit into his hand, to smear it on his dick. Even before you say anything, he suddenly slid again. this time harder. "Aise?" He asked, smirking. He set up a faster pace this time. You can only moan his name as he kept hitting that spot, making your eyes roll back. "Jaan, you're driving me crazy" Vihaan groans before givivng you couple more hickeys. Him constantly hammering your sweet spot brought you over the edge, you can feel the coil even strongly now. "I'm c-" Vihaan cut you off by kissing you. He slid in his tongue, tasting you sloppily. Toes curling and letting out a short gasp, you came. As the constant pulsating of your insides drove him to the edge, he took his dick only to cum on your tits. Breathing heavily, he laid beside you.

You smiled at each other, eyes filled with love. "Mujhe maar dogi ek din", Vihaan exclaimed, eyes going dark again. "Achchha, dekhte hain", you smirked, getting on top of him. Hence, began the long night.

Hey yalll!! hope yall like it. and as always, suggestions are open.

#writing from my stats class <3333 #mandakini.writes💅🏼. #desi smut #desiblr #vihaan smut

[itsmoonpeaches]

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial, a short fanfic

Title: Horizon Line

Part of the Little Moments ficlet collection. Also, read the full fic on ao3.

Word count: 957

Rating: G

Summary: Tenzin takes a walk on Air Temple Island.

Aunt Suki's hand clapped on Tenzin's back. "Just worry about your mom, okay?" she said with a tired frown. "She's the one you really need to worry about, not your dad."

Tenzin sighed, then nodded. "Right," he replied.

"You and your siblings need to check up on her."

"Got it."

Aunt Suki nodded after a pause, then seemed to be satisfied with his responses. "I know you three will do well for your parents," she finished. "Your Uncle Sokka and I will cook your dinner tonight. Any preferences?"

Tenzin tried not to think about how Uncle Sokka would be relegated to chopping the vegetables rather than actually cooking. He sagged against the pillar next to the entryway, eager to exit the building to escape into the chill of winter.

"Noodles," he said. "Dad likes noodles."

She turned and left, humming some Earth Kingdom tune he vaguely recognized from those fantastic tales his parents and their friends told him, his siblings, and their peers from their childhood.

Snow drifted to the ground, soft flurries that coated the earth in white. He left. Tenzin's footsteps sank into the ground, forming shadowy indents that trailed after him like the specter of a spirit.

He rubbed at his eyes. The corners of them burned in a constant throb and exhaustion weighed heavy on his shoulders and within his bones.

He had made it out of his family's quarters on Air Temple Island after what was probably days. He was not quite sure. The hours seemed to blur together in unintelligible cycles that ticked across his eyelids in an unforgiving march.

He turned, realizing later that he was walking toward the airbending training area where the wooden gates squeaked with each gentle touch of wind.

He stopped suddenly, spotting his older sister, Kya on the other side. She had that same look he saw in his own eyes lately. She nodded at him, pointing toward the docks. She dragged her feet through the snow and let him be.

He got her unspoken message. She was going to the water, of course. It was where she could settle herself down in stressful situations. She would waterbend and be content. For now.

In the distance, he heard the soft sound of a cheery wooden flute. Their oldest sibling, Bumi, was playing music again in the room.

Tenzin sat on the steps that led to the airbending gates, too tired to do anything else. The music floated by in steady waves.

At least someone was in the room. It was their agreement, after all. At least one sibling would be always in the room. They could be there together if they wanted, but it did not always happen that way. They made a rotation. They took breaks. They needed them.

Tenzin stared into the nothingness of the night. He ignored the cold air. It was easy too, especially when he could airbend a heated shield around himself. But he did not want to this time. He wanted to feel the frost nipping at his fingertips. At least it would be something.

Someone cleared their throat.

Tenzin jumped. He glanced upward, surprised to see Toph looking sightlessly back at him. Her foggy eyes appeared intense, regardless of her lack of vision. The lines on her face were deeper than he remembered them being, and the streaks of gray in her pulled-back hair nearly blended into the icy mist.

"You people need to learn to pay attention to your surroundings," she harrumphed. She crossed her arms. "Even when I have to wear shoes because of the weather, I can see better than you."

"Hi Toph," said Tenzin. He did notice the boots on her feet. He wondered how clouded her earthbending sight was through the soles of them.

"You sound messed up."

Tenzin did not respond. Instead, he turned away. He did not care if she could not see his expression.

"Your dad's been sick for a while," she continued. "It's not looking good."

Tenzin whipped back around to face her. He wanted to shout, "Of course, it doesn't look good! Nothing looks good! Everything's falling apart and it's not fair, and how does it make sense that the Avatar who's supposed to live hundreds of years is like this?"

But he said something else. "What do you want?" he responded with a strained voice.

There was a long moment in which it felt like she was scrutinizing him in her own way. His skin crawled and he shivered with the intensity.

Toph's lips thinned. "Take care of yourself, all right?" she said.

Tenzin's mouth opened, surprised despite himself. "What?" he sputtered out.

"You heard me."

"But what—"

"You have to expand through your horizons. You know, get out of here," she interrupted. "Take care of yourself, you, and your siblings."

It was not long before she waved, leaving without another word except, "See ya."

Tenzin sat there, wondering what had gotten into him. The images of bedsheets and candles and noodles drifted away. The scent of medicines and poultices disappeared.

No one had asked him how he was doing. No one had asked Kya how she was doing, nor Bumi.

He did not realize, he never did. Not until everything was on the brink of collapse. He worried for his dad. He worried for his mom.

But no one, it seemed, had remembered to worry about him.

He got up, intent on joining Kya at the docks. He did not have to be strong around her. She did not have to be strong around him. They had been lost in the expectations everyone had set for them, and the same ones they had set for themselves.

It had been so long. He let himself cry.

#flash fiction friday #fff177 #itsmoonpeaches fanfic #atla #atla fanfic #tenzin #katara #aang #kataang #kataangtag #kind of kataang i guess #kya #bumi #lok #legend of korra #avatar the last airbender #expend through horizons

[yehsahihai]

IDEK, this is just unadulterated chaos

It was not going well for sita. Sure ram and her bhabi had returned to their village with the promised weapons and they had gotten bheem with them, but right now? Right now she wished they were still in Delhi.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT!!" "HOW IS IT MY FAULT??" "YOU THREW THE CARDS AROUND!!" "HAAN TOH??" "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HAAN TOH??"

She was really hoping to kill someone. Who thought it would be a good idea to get someone as competitive as ram and y/n to play together in the first place?? Now bheem was sitting there in between both of them cowering as they fought.

The reason was ridiculous. Y/n had helped bheem with a game. More specifically with a card game. And he'd won. Twice in a row now, which had sent ram to yelling at y/n and bheem for cheating and then he'd thrown the cards at them. And now a card was missing.

"You threw the cards na. Clearly you lost them!!"

"Well you got up in the middle and went the kitchen so it has to be you!!"

"For the last time, I did not have a four of spades!"

Sita's headache had really hit a breaking point. Grabbing both of their heads she bashed them against each other, hard enough that both of them yelled.

"That's ENOUGH. YOU'RE BOTH GROWN ASS ADULTS ACT LIKE IT"

Still rubbing her head y/n whined, "Sitaaaaa, it's not even my fault. This idiot here is careless and stupid and he can't accept that. Where is my mistake??"

"Excuse me!!?? Did you just call me careless and stupid??"

"Haan toh, jo ho wahi toh bulaungi" "Achhaaa....."

"Ok that's it. I'm out. You two can kick and scream and cry all you want. I'm out"

Ram called out this time "areee where are you going?? We still have to finish."

Sita swore she developed a crick in her neck from how fast she turned. "I don't know ram. Away from you three that's for sure. Ab mai jaa rahi hun aur tum teen," she said pointing to ram, y/n and bheem, "bhaad mein jaa sakte ho."

"Si- Sita that's not fair yaar. Maine kuch kiya hi nahi" bheem had finally decided to pipe up. Unfortunately for him, she was in no mood.

"You see my face. This is the face of someone who just does not care. Bye."

With that finality she walked out and slammed the door behind her and leaned against it, trying to rein in herself.

"Look what you did. Ab sita ko manana padrga. Sab tumhari galti hai."

"Waah bheem. Ab sab meri galti hai. Aree jab dost tum jaise ho to h dushmano ki kya zaroorat."

"Both of you shut it. Aur ram, bheem ko kuch mat bolo. Sab tumhari hi galti hi."

"Achaa. Sab meri-meri galti hai na"

Sita felt the warning bell go off a little too late. "NO wait-", she burst into the room, just in time to see ram and y/n hit each other with the pillows in the room. Which promptly burst to shower feathers everywhere.

Sita counted to ten, before putting on her sweetest smile and saying in a deathly calm voice, "Ram, y/n you have till 10. Agar pakde gaye na toh mai itna maarungi, itna maarungi ki paida hone par afsos karoge." Both of them looked ready to bolt "Scram"

They didn't need to be told again.

Sita turned to see bheem still sitting there, looking highly amused.

"And what, are you smiling about?"

"Nothing. Just-" he pulled out a card from under him. "That was fun"

"BHEEM!!!"

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#rrr #ram x reader #ram x wife!reader #alluri sitarama raju #komuram bheem

[flameohotwife]

Hey there, could you do some domestic kataang (maybe with a hint of cloudbabies)? I would really appreciate it.

I love your works, thank you for them and thank you in advance :)

Hi! This one got to be much longer than a drabble, with way more than a hint of cloudbabies. You can also find it on ao3 for ease of reading :) Thank you so so much for the ask--I hope you enjoy!

In Sickness and In Health (rated G)

Katara awoke with a start to the sound of Kya snoring loudly on the floor next to their bed. That’s right, she remembered, rubbing her face, she came in here because she couldn’t sleep. No wonder with that stuffy nose… She rolled over and found Tenzin curled up in Aang’s spot on the bed, snuggled into a blue blanket woven from Appa’s fur. His mouth was lolling open and there was a trail of drool hanging out. Scanning the dark room for Aang, Katara’s heartrate quickened when couldn’t see him anywhere.

Since having kids, Aang had sworn off leaving in the middle of the night for Avatar emergencies. He always waited until his family was awake and he could give them notice first. He said it was because they didn’t deserve to have their young lives interrupted like that, but Katara knew better. She knew that it was to say goodbye, just in case the mission went badly wrong, as emergency missions are wont to do. To make sure he gave each of his children a hug and told them how much he loved them one last time. 

Pulling on her robe, Katara slowly snuck out of the bed. She bent some water from a nearby pot and with a splay of her hands it vaporized, immediately humidifying the room. Kya snuffled in her sleep and rolled over. Katara padded down the hall to the kitchen with a smile, where she found Aang examining Bumi as they stood next to the table.

“I don’t think you’ll be going to school today either, Boom,” Aang was saying. Katara’s smile evaporated.

“But Dad!” Bumi protested. “I can’t miss today! I have my final presentation in World History and Uncle Sokka was gonna come talk to the class with me!” 

“I’m sorry, son,” Aang shook his head, putting a hand on Bumi’s shoulder. “You couldn’t even keep your breakfast down this morning and you’re burning up. If your mother was awake she’d tell you the same thing.”

Katara chose that moment to fully enter the room, placing the back of her hand gently against her oldest son’s head. She had to reach up to do so, now—he’d gotten so tall in the last few years. Her heart squeezed at the thought. He was in his final year of schooling, and then she was sure he would be off on new adventures without them. This little boy had been her entire world since the day she found out she was pregnant, and now he was almost a man. 

“Spirits, Bumi,” she exclaimed under her breath. “Your dad’s right. You definitely have a fever. I’ll make you some jook and then it’s back to bed with you—healer’s orders.”

Aang shot her a worried look as she started the rice on the stove and Bumi sat down, laying his head down on the table, defeated. He always hated when any of their babies were sick, and right now all three of them were being slammed with something. She looked out at the snow falling around Air Temple Island and sighed, weariness already seeping into her bones. She just hoped she and Aang could stay healthy.

This winter had been particularly hard on all of Republic City in terms of illness. The hospital she worked at had been overrun and she knew there had been many illnesses spreading through the school their older two children attended. It seemed like since the weather turned, every other week one of their children had been down with something, and now it was all three at once. 

Aang brewed them all some tea on the other stove burner. He pulled out some of Iroh’s special blend to help with Bumi’s stomach. Katara smiled sadly. They’d been through enough stomach bugs at this point that they had the response down to a science, though it never took the edge off of their parental worry. Aang had clearly woken up early to help Bumi this morning and already cleaned up whatever mess there was. 

The two of them worked together in silence, conveying their concerns in glances and pressed lips, gentle touches as they moved around each other in the small—but homey—kitchen. Soon the tea was ready and Aang passed Katara a cup before carrying two over to where Bumi sat. Aang passed his son his own cup and gently encouraged him to drink.

Now that Bumi was almost 16, there weren’t as many opportunities to still care for him the way they had when he was younger. He didn’t come to them for comfort as often. When Tenzin was upset, he would come toddling up to his parents for a hug or for them to “kiss it better.” Kya was six now and when she was sad, she waffled between wanting cuddles from her parents and wanting to prove her fierce independence. 

But right now, Bumi took a sip of his tea, winced, and buried his face in his father’s shoulder. Aang wrapped his arms around his son as best he could and stroked lovingly at his back. 

Katara stirred some miso and ginger into the boiled down rice, remembering the first time Bumi had been sick and how terrified Aang had been. They’d been so young when he was born, and Aang was still figuring out the many ways in which his trauma presented and affected him. The first time Bumi had caught a cold and his little body struggled to breathe, Aang had been positive that their child was about to die. While Katara had cleared the infant’s nose out as best she could (while Bumi screamed and coughed even more and tired himself out), Aang pleaded with Katara to save him. 

“Please,” he had begged, tears in his eyes and pain etched into every surface of his face. “I can’t lose him, too.”

Katara had known Bumi would be fine with continued treatment; she was a healer after all, and this was a typical childhood cold. But Aang had flown into a worry spiral unlike anything she’d ever seen from him. She knew how important their children were—to each of them individually and to the world—but to see how the unlikely loss affected her young, strong husband was jarring.

She had placed baby Bumi in his arms, then, under his sash so that they were skin-to-skin, chest-to-chest. Immediately, both of them relaxed into each other. Tears still streamed down Aang’s face as he hummed an old Air Nomad lullaby but Katara watched the tension drain out of his muscles now that he could physically feel their child breathing. Alive. Okay.

Katara watched as that same tension evaporated from Aang now. Cupping Bumi’s head against him and stroking his back. She scooped up a bowl of jook and brought it to the table, pressing a kiss into Bumi’s wild head of hair. 

“Thanks, Mom,” he mumbled weakly.

“I love you, Boom,” she cooed. Tears pricked at her eyes and she quickly blinked them away before pressing a kiss to the top of Aang’s head too, and going back to the kitchen.

Kya and Tenzin had been down with colds for the last two days, and the kitchen was a bit of a disaster as a result. Katara took a deep breath, willing herself the energy to get the dishes washed and the counters wiped down.

“I can get it in a minute,” Aang reassured her, but she shook her head. He was right where he needed to be in this moment; she could handle the dishes. Just then, Tenzin toddled in, coughing.

“Mama! Water, pease?” 

She smiled as he raised his arms up to her. This was the precise reason the dishes hadn’t been done the day before—she’d had two sick and clingy children who needed their mama. Aang had tried to stay home and help, but a messenger hawk called him away by lunch and then he’d been kept at the council late into the evening. Bumi came home after school, took one look at the pile of sick children resting on his mother on the couch and said he was going to Uncle Sokka’s to work on his report, not returning until bedtime.

Katara scooped up her toddler and poured him a glass of water which he guzzled down. Hopefully Kya would sleep late and feel better when she awoke. She was already a creature of the night—often feeling the call of the moon and asking to practice her bending after the boys were in bed. It wasn’t unusual for her to sleep until midday on the weekends even when she was healthy. She took after her mother so much already.

Katara ladled another few bowls of jook, then took Tenzin’s now-empty glass and set it down on the counter to refill later. Tenzin played with her hair as she bustled around, tidying the kitchen, allowing their meal a moment to cool. She saw Bumi take a small bite out of the corner of her eye and watched him anxiously. He swallowed, then returned his head to Aang’s shoulder. Aang returned her look, but gave a subtle nod. I’ve got this, he said, wordlessly. He’ll be alright. 

Breathing a sigh of relief, she brought Aang his own bowl, which she knew he wouldn’t eat until after Bumi was safely in bed and he’d reheated it with firebending. Then, grabbing the bowls for Tenzin and herself while balancing the wiggly toddler on her hip, she took them into the larger, more formal dining room that was really only used when they had guests. It had plush orange pillows on the ground and a low table. She didn’t normally allow her children to eat in there, but since Bumi was ill, she didn’t want to risk a very messy Tenzin slurping or spilling his food and turning his brother’s stomach even more. Eating with small children definitely wasn’t for the faint of heart… 

Tenzin absolutely lived up to her predictions, too. By the end of their meal, she even had jook in her hair. She reminded herself that Tenzin was the least rambunctious of her and Aang’s children at this age as she wiped food out of his pajamas and summoned water to clean up the cushions they were sitting on before the rice mixture hardened. It seemed as though he had hardly gotten any of the food in his mouth, finding more enjoyment in flinging his spoon or painting with it. Not that she was surprised—he was so congested.

Eventually, she heard hushed voices and the scraping of a chair. Aang must be helping Bumi back to bed, she thought. Or he’s been sick again… She knew Aang could handle whatever the situation was, though.

Once the mess was cleaned up, she set Tenzin in the living room with his toys and tried again to start the dishes. She could feel a headache coming on but tried to will it away—she could not be sick, too. She didn’t have the time.

Already it felt like she’d taken more time off work in the last month than she’d spent at the hospital. And the Republic City council was beginning to get frustrated with Aang as well for his frequent absences. Being a working parent had always been difficult, but it was another level of anxiety when the kids were sick.

Tenzin came in and tried to cling to his mother’s legs as she worked, scrubbing dish after dish and setting them to dry. As she went to set another plate down on the counter, she found it landed in Aang’s hand instead and she grinned up at him.

“Thank you,” she said quietly as he began to dry each dish and put them away.

“Of course,” he said. “Bumi’s resting, now. He’s got a bucket in there just in case, but I think he should be okay now. I sent a hawk to Sokka to let him know, too.”

“Oh Spirits, thank you,” she sighed. She truly was grateful for a husband who took on so much of the work when kids were sick and didn’t need to be told what to do. Suddenly, she sneezed, and Aang looked at her with concern.

“I’m fine,” she tried to insist, but Aang already had his hand up against her forehead.

“No, you’re not,” he said, taking the same tone he had with Bumi not an hour before. “You need to go lay down, too. I’ll finish the dishes and send hawks to the hospital and the council that neither of us will be in, today.” He bent and lifted Tenzin off the ground, freeing Katara’s legs.

Katara set the bowl she had just picked up back in the sink and leaned heavily over the counter. She knew Aang was right. Aang wrapped an arm around her and she rested her head on his chest, allowing him to walk them all back towards their bedroom. 

The sound of Kya’s snoring greeted them, though it wasn’t as loud as it had been earlier. Katara hugged Aang, then squeezed Tenzin’s hand before collapsing back into her bed. 

“I’ll bring you a glass of water and some tea,” Aang whispered. “Call me if you need anything.”

“I love you,” she murmured.

Aang lovingly brushed her hair away from her face. “I love you too, Sweetie. Get some rest.”

When Katara woke up again, her throat was throbbing, and she felt achy all over. She rolled over and saw that Kya had left the room at some point. Her tea was still there. She took a sip to soothe her throat, but it was cold. Outside their room, Kya and Tenzin were bickering about some sort of toy configuration. 

Aang either sensed her movement or had perfect timing, because at that moment he opened the door and brought her a steaming bowl of soup. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked hesitantly.

“Worse,” Katara croaked. “This should help, though. Thank you. How’s Boom?”

“He’s still sleeping!” Aang chuckled after he shook his head and the concern over Katara’s state faded from his face. “He hasn’t been sick again since this morning. Kya coughed so hard a few times I thought she was going to be sick, but we’ve been safe so far. Tenzin seems to be doing much better.”

“That makes sense, since he was the first one to get it. Hopefully that means Kya isn’t too far behind.” 

Aang nodded then, noticing that Katara hadn’t had any of her soup yet, bent a mouthful up to her. She smiled when she noticed, rolling her eyes at his playfulness that she loved so much. She finally opened her mouth and allowed him to bend it in. It immediately warmed and soothed her and she sighed happily once she swallowed. 

“Now you have to stay healthy,” she said sternly. “We can’t afford to have everyone down but the toddler!”

Aang full-out laughed at that. “No,” he said. “That certainly wouldn’t do. Can you imagine all the furniture he would paint?”

“Or the ‘soups’ he would make in the sink?”

“Or how many cushions would be used for forts? Do you think we would even be able to walk through the house when he was done?”

“Ha! Probably not.” 

“Speaking of which, I should get back out there before they find a way to overturn hot soup all over themselves. Will you be okay?”

“I’m good. Thank you again for the soup. And for everything. I love you so much.”

“Love you too, Sweetie,” he said as he closed the door to their room once more.

Katara grinned. She felt terrible, but she was so glad that if she and the kids had to be sick, Aang was the one they had by their side through it all. She couldn’t imagine a better partner in these moments. He had his flaws—it was not easy to be married to the Avatar—but he also knew exactly how to cheer her up when she needed it.

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[nyamadermont]

Crushed Hopes (fluff)

Fair warning: this one is long and a bit heftier than the other fluffy stories.

Rohan looked in the mirror. He ran his hand over his freshly-shaved scalp and was pleased at how much he looked like the pictures of his dad that he had seen. He just knew his dad would be proud of him for shaving his own head for the first time.

Maybe Aunt Kya could heal that one spot in the back.

He snuck over to the laundry and picked out a fresh set of robes that still had a little bit of that lavender smell to them. After he stuffed his dirty clothes in the hamper, he went outside to collect the peony blossoms.

Maybe mom wouldn’t fuss at him for the dirt on his butt.

He knew he had to help in the kitchen after breakfast, so he made sure to finish all of the dishes as fast as he could. That way, he would have time to make a few extra taro buns and put them in a basket.

Maybe Uncle Bumi wouldn’t try to make him take the mung bean ones instead.

He watched the clock, and wondered if it would go faster if he didn’t watch it. So he went and made Meelo spin the gates for him and he only fell down a few times. But when he got back, it was like he hadn’t been out there much at all.

Maybe dad wouldn’t notice where he kicked a little hole in the paneling.

Suddenly, he heard the ferry’s bell off in the distance. He jumped up from the couch (he had not been asleep). He scrambled to find all of the things he had prepared.

Maybe he could make it to the top of the stairs in time.

***

Lin knocked on Rohan’s door. “Rohan, kid? Can I come in?”

She stood still, listening hard. With a deep breath, she slid the door open just a crack, just enough to peek inside.

She spied the eight-year-old, curled up in a ball on his bed, with his arms around his head, crying.

She perched on the edge of the bed, saying, “Is it ok if I put my hand on your shoulder?” She waited until she saw a nod and heard a little less whimpering. She felt a little tension release from his body as he took a few deep breaths. She just held his shoulder, recognizing the breathing exercise for what it was.

A few minutes later, he rubbed his face and started to sit up. She saw a box nestled in the curve of his body.

She pulled her hand back and waited for him.

He sniffled again. He cradled the box against himself, clearly trying not to crush it.

He mumbled something she couldn’t catch.

“Kid, I heard your voice, but not your words. Would you do me a favor and say that again?”

His breaths were slow and controlled. His frown was deep.

He looked up at her with hurt. “I saw you kissing Aunt Kya.”

Lin managed to keep her face neutral. She just nodded. “I guess we hadn’t told you yet. That was going to come soon, but I guess you figured it out.”

He nodded.

“I made you this.”

Slowly, he turned the box to face her, and opened it. Inside, slightly tumbled but mostly recognizable, she saw a pair of peony blossoms and a set of steamed bus. A thought occurred to her.

“Are those my favorite taro buns?”

His watery face brightened just a little. “I helped Uncle Bumi this morning. They’re still fresh.” He looked inside the box and started fiddling with the contents. He handed her a bun with only a few flower petals sticking to it.

She smiled and took a bite. She raised her eyebrows and hummed appreciatively. “These are really good. And if you helped, that just makes them better.” She smiled at him.

“Did you collect the flowers, too?”

He sniffed and nodded. He circled his knees with his arms and dropped his face. He mumbled something into his body.

“Rohan,” she said with just a hint of disappointment, “I’d rather talk to your face than the top of your head.”

He just scrunched himself tighter.

“May I put my hand on your foot down here? Would that be ok?”

He nodded again without lifting his face. He tensed and peeked up from his folded arms. “You’re not using Toph’s trick to see if I’m lying, are you?”

Lin shook her head. “No, kid. Just trying to help you feel better. A hand can do that sometimes.” She rested a hand on top of his foot. He dropped his head back on his arms.

They sat still for a while, just breathing. Lin fought the urge to review work problems and stay in the moment.

Eventually, Rohan sighed and dropped his knees and elbows, straightening to look at her.

“I guess you don’t want to marry me, do you?”

Lin blinked at the completely unexpected question. She gave him a sad smile. “No, Rohan, I don’t. But I still love you. You can’t tell anyone else, though. They all think I don’t love anyone.” She gave him a wink.

He scrunched his face. “You don’t love Aunt Kya?”

She chuckled. “I do. She’s a special case.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “And she loves you, right?”

Lin felt her heart melt, just a little. “She does. She is very good to me. And she loves you, too, kid.”

He sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

“I got my hopes up.”

Lin moved her hand from his food to his (not snotty) arm. She waited for him to look up before saying, “Crushed hopes are no fun. Believe me. I know.” She gave him another sad smile. “But I bet you’ll find someone you will enjoy getting to know.”

She leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Besides, if we aren’t married, we can still do fun stuff like spar, but not make each other do dishes or laundry.”

He wrapped his arms around her neck and gave her a squeeze.

“Rohan, you’re not trying to steal my girl, are you?”

The pair on the bed startled and turned as Kya entered the room.

Rohan shook his head. “I tried. But she loves you special.”

Kya reached down as Rohan stood up to give her a hug. “I guess you can marry her if you want.”

Lin laughed. “Thank you, Rohan. I’m glad to have your endorsement.” Kya winked at Lin over Rohan’s shoulder before Rohan squirmed and ran away.

Kya leaned forward. “Guess my hopes haven’t been crushed by my dashing nephew, then?”

Lin pursed her lips and brought her hand to her chin, in deep thought. She tapped her lips a few times.

“It’s a close call, I’ll admit. But you do have a few advantages.” She winked.

Kya laughed and gave Lin a playful shove.

“I’m keeping my eye on you, Beifong.”

Lin stood. “Care to review those advantages over dinner?”

“I was hoping you’d ask.”

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