#lu xin x reader

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Gilded Cage {2}

Lu Xin Lee x OFC Phoenix Argent AU

Warning: Cursing, Plot

Words: 2.3k

Summary: Phoenix has been different her entire life. Not just because her father is rich and she has a lovely big house. Phoenix has a secret about her–a secret that can either make her very powerful or very dead. Because of this secret, she’s lived her life in a gilded cage. When she breaks free, that action creates a dangerous and destructive chain of events that soon have Phoenix wondering if she was better off in this cage. That is until a man who moves and kills like the devil but looks like an angel steps in, showing her that sometimes we have to claim our freedom, no matter the consequences.

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Once you opened your eyes for a few blissful seconds, you thought you were in some remote part of the world far, far away from the dangers of your life. All was quiet, all was still, and you could even smell the faint scent of coffee and coconuts. It was a strange combination, but it was pleasant smelling.

 Once those blissful seconds ticked away, the idea that you were anywhere, but reality quickly faded as pain radiated along your right side. It was pain that had you bolting upright, which only intensified the ache. Once you caught your breath, you found a bandage around your waist. That alone was alarming. With the sheet pooled in your lap, you noticed you were topless. That alarm rose expeditiously as you lifted up the sheet and saw you only wore your black underwear.

Again, your head spun as if on a swivel as you carefully took in your surroundings. You didn't recognize it at all. It slowly dawned on you that it was because this was not your house. Above you were dark wooden beams, and on the walls was washed out red brick. It couldn’t possibly be a hotel either, you thought. The paintings that decorated the walls looked masculine but high end. They could have been done by unknown indie artists. As your eyes made it to the bed you laid in, you determined this was a man's bed. It had to be. The grey and neutral velvet feeling textiles and the equally bland colors surrounding you gave off an elegant feeling. The bed was a beautiful piece of furniture, though. It was sleek, large, and comfortable. Bergamot, sandalwood, and rich cigar smoke caught your nostrils. It was definitely a man’s bedroom.

 Getting away from that, you looked around for any sign of your clothes. There was none, not even your bra. Gathering your strength, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stood after pumping yourself up for the pain you suspected would follow.  Once upright on the cold dark wood floors, you tried to steady yourself and find a stance that didn’t have pain radiating through your midsection. You then slowly slinked around, clutching the velvet sheets to your damn near naked body.

 "Where the hell am I?"

 Each step you took, you felt the discomfort in your side. You weren't sure if it was the wound or how tightly the bandage was bound. When you made it to the door, you touched it, realizing it was glass. The more you inspected it, you further realized it was tinted glass. It was either tech controlled or tinted on the inside, and whoever was outside was staring right in.

 You looked around for a weapon of some sort but only found a heavy stone bust of someone who looked like Medusa. With it tightly in hand, you took a deep breath, held the sheet tightly with your free hand and prepared to barge through the door, ready to bash in the skull of whoever was on the other side. When you did, you expected to come face to face with some perv who was at least in his fifties, heavyset, possibly balding, and watching you through the glass in his underwear. There was no one there. The only things you were met with were the setting sun's colors shining in through the windows and the sounds of some sort of k-rap lowly booming from speakers.

"What the fuck!?"

 A sound to your right drew your attention and out walked the sexiest man you'd seen in a long time. He had to have been almost seven feet tall. The white button-down shirt he wore was designer you could tell from the Gucci colors on his collar. It fit him better than perfect, it was a second skin, and you could tell that skin was just as perfect as how the shirt fit. The stranger’s hair was slightly buzzed on the side, with the majority of it coifed to the middle.

 His head snapped to you before his eyes dropped to the statue in your hands. That was when he cocked an eyebrow as if asking a question.

 "Take it easy," he warned, raising his hands a little higher, showing you the larger than normal chef's knife in his right hand.

 Sensing danger, you slanted your head toward him then charged him.

 "Oh shit!"

 It was all he got out before you leaped over the kitchen counter and threw a kick right into his chest. The stranger groaned but only stepped back a few steps sending the knife clattering to the floor. Wasting no time, you threw more punches and blows his way, hoping to gain the upper hand. Every offensive shot you threw; he was on the defense blocking every single one. It didn’t even look like it took much effort.

 "Calm down,” he advised.

 "Fuck you, you creeper!"

 You hurled an elbow at him that connected right into his gut. Instead of soft fleshy skin, you were met with rock hard abs. Jesus, you thought, he's built perfectly too. The stranger spun you then put you into a headlock. Both your hands grabbed his elbow, trying to pry him off. That action had the sheet that was haphazardly wrapped around you fall to the floor. You were naked again, except now in front of him.

 "Shit,” he murmured in a way that was slightly above a whisper.

 Seeing he was distracted, you stomped his foot. The action had his arms lowering enough for you to spin and push him onto the table behind him. You quickly grabbed the first item you saw—a knife--and held it to his throat.

 "Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck do you want!"

 "You're in my house. I should be asking the questions," he countered in a smug tone.

 "I'm the one with the knife to your throat!"

 In seconds he'd done a tricky twisting flip move that sent you onto the table he was just strung across with your hands pinned above your head and his body pressed to yours.

"Seems like I'm the one with the knife now."

 You saw a cocky smirk on his face, and though you wanted to claw it off, you also appreciated his beauty. The new angle aided in your observation that he was gorgeous. Too damn gorgeous. You struggled underneath him, desperately wanting the upper hand. He refused to relinquish it. The tightness of how he gripped your wrists said it.

 "Calm down. You'll open up the stitches," he cautioned.

 You stilled then. "You did this?"

 "Yeah, you were bleeding out. I had to do something."

 "Including strip me?"

 He slowly licked his lips ending on a soft smile, but his eyes remained on yours.

 "I didn't look, I promise."

 You couldn't tell if he was lying or not. Something inside said he had to have peeked.

 "I'm going to let you go, chill out will ya."

 Slowly he released you and backed away with his hands up where you could see them. When he turned his back, you sat up and hugged your arms across your breasts.

 "Here."

 He held out the discarded sheet to you. You quickly snatched it then wrapped it around your body again.

 Sensing you were decent again, he cautiously turned, "Jesus, where'd you learn to fight like that? You're sloppy but effective," he half complimented. Narrowing your eyes at him, you ignored his question and asked one of your own.

 "Who the fuck are you?"

 His smirk, this time, turned to a smile. You were sure that smile had convinced many a woman to come right back here. Before your head to drift to the possibilities of how he moved in that bedroom of his, he spoke.

 "The name's Lu Xin," he said as he leaned against the counter to cross his arms across his chest. The action had his biceps flexing and your eyes dropping to take them in.

 “Who the fuck is Lu Xin?”

 “The man who saved your life.”

 It all flooded back to you. You were running from the hotel, being slammed to the ground, the dead bodies, the assassins, and him stepping in and fighting them off. When his face came back into focus, the look he was giving you had you licking your lips.

 “How are you feeling?” Lu Xin made a move toward you.

 “I didn’t need your help,” you smugly said, walking past him before he could get too close. You then stepped into the living room area.

 “Sure, you didn’t. My mistake. It must have looked like you were about to be shot. You had it. My fault.”

 You could hear the sarcasm dripping off of every word.

 “Shut up.”

 Lu Xin scoffed then shook his head, “That’s a great thank you for patching you up.”

 You touched your side at the mention of your injury and winched.

 “What happened?”

 “I got to you, but not quick enough. The bullet grazed you. It’s not too deep, but I had to stitch you up—six stitches,” Lu Xin informed.

 When you didn’t speak, he continued as he walked closer. “That’s why you’re—naked. I had to get to it, and there was no way you were sleeping in my bed filthy.”

 “Where’re my clothes?”

 “Ruined.” It was a matter of fact statement that said he didn’t think much of tossing them.

 “So, what do I wear?”

 Lu Xin quickly gave your body a once over as he licked and bit his bottom lip. It must have been a two-second action, but you noticed. Lu Xin then walked across the living room to a closet and pulled out a cardboard box. He rifled through it then held up two items: a tank top and a black pants. You walked closer but not too close and examined the items. They were women’s clothing.

 “You just have a box of women’s clothes?”

 “What can I say? I like to be prepared.”

 Rolling your eyes, not believing that one bit, you snatched the garments and walked back into his bedroom to get dressed. As soon as the door closed, you opened it again and popped your head out to speak.

 “Don’t worry, the controls for the windows are in the bedroom. I can’t see anything,” Lu Xin explained. Narrowing your eyes again, you retreated inside once again. A few minutes later, you remerged dressed in the tank top and yoga pants that so happened to fit. You had so many questions, but you knew questions were tit for tat.  Plus, his home and demeanor told you more than you needed to know. Without a word, you made a move toward the door.

 “So, that’s it?”

Lu Xin stood in the hall, smoothly leaning on the wall. He looked as if he expected something.

 “Yeah. Thanks.” You continued your walk, determined to leave but only made it a step or two before he spoke again.

 “Thanks? Wow, it seems that your life must not be worth very much for that kind of thank you.”

 You rolled your eyes and sighed out. Part of you wondered what kind of thank you he wanted. “Look, thanks, but it wasn’t necessary. I didn’t need your help.”

 “How were you going get out of it?”

 “Somehow. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself,” you replied as you passed him, leaving a few more steps to the door.

 “I don’t doubt that. You come off as resourceful—beautiful and resourceful.”

 Your belly fluttered. Oh, he’s smooth, you thought. Scoffing, you shook your head.

 “See you, Lu Xin.”

 “Don’t I get to know your name? I mean, seeing as I just saved your life.”

 With your hand on the door, you stopped again and thought about his words, then shook your head. You knew you should just leave. You knew it wasn’t a good idea telling him anything about you, even your name.

 Sighing, you spoke, “No need. We won’t meet again.”

 With that, you opened the door and left. You had to get the hell out of this city now that not only Rafe’s men were here but now so were the Hallowed Helix.

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[saturnville]

play pretend.

*not my gif*

pairing: lu xin lee x black!of

prompt: 23. “Just pretend to be my date.”

https://imaginary-legendary-hamilton.tumblr.com/post/147791746936/writing-prompts

“Just pretend to be my date. Just for the weekend.”

“Am I supposed to say yes like they do in corny, cliche movies?”

His eyes swiftly rotated in their sockets. His neck rolled in frustration and his hands ran over the smoothness of his favorite, perfectly tailored pants. She purchased them for him a year ago, claiming the dark blue suit asserted “dominance.”

“It’s corny!” she exclaimed. A mocking giggle fell from her lips as she tossed her head back.

“But it’s for me! I need to make a good impression and apparently being single isn’t the way to go.” It was her turn to roll her eyes. Damn those business executives. They didn’t know he lived like a rolling stone. Wherever his hat was, his home was for the night. “Babe, please.”

She hated when he did that—begged. He did it so well that she could never resist. His eyes would turn toward all innocent-like, gleaming like the stars. He’d purse his lips and grip her hands within his strong ones. He’d step towards her and she’d get a whiff of his cologne; the musky one that reminded her of the Hollister store she was obsessed with as a teenager.

“I want burgers at the end of the night and coffee tomorrow morning,”she demanded, which earned a sigh of relief from him. He pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead before jogging towards the door.

“Be ready by 8! Wear something sexy for me.” He sent her a wink.

“Whatever.”

#original content #original story #original writing #lu xin lee x black!reader #lu xin lee #lewis tan x black!reader #lewis tan #wu assassins #wu assasins series #lewis tan x black reader #lu xin lee x black reader

[krampus-chai]

Debating becoming a fic blog just so I can create stories with a male reader so I stop getting dysphoria

#x male reader #specifically people like #ah sahm #lu xin lee

[missturtleduck]

The Girls of Ba Sing Se - (Sokka x f!Reader) Pt.1

Part Two│Part Three

Toph Beifong is her parents’ greatest secret, so they require the upmost discretion. That’s where Y/N comes in; as Toph’s etiquette teacher, she lives within the Beifong estate, training the sole heir in being a suitable lady of society. However, when the Avatar comes knocking, Y/N respects her duty to Toph. In leaving the estate, she’ll become a great asset in the war, and a greater asset to her friends around her.

Knelt in her white robes, Toph Beifong tapped the floor in front of her with two fingers, gracious but silent for the tea that she had been poured.

“Good, Toph,” Y/N smiled, pouring her own green tea. “I’m glad you’re keeping up your basic etiquette. Your father will be very pleased.”

The blind girl snorted into her cup, sipping at it as gracefully as she could manage. It was a loud enough sound that it woke Kuai from his slumber; yawning, the wrinkled dog shuffled along the floor to come to Toph’s side. A grin overtook the apathy on her face as she fussed the dog’s head. As much as Y/N knew Toph had little need for a guide dog, it was comforting to know that she had Kuai if she ever felt alone in that big estate.

Placing down her empty teacup, Toph placed her hands innocently in her lap. 

“May I be excused for today’s lessons?”

“Of course, Toph.”

The noble stood, not very tall above the kneeling Y/N, and bowed low. She left, Kuai nipping at her heels as she went. Once she had left the room, Y/N’s pleasant smile fell from her face; she knew where Toph had been going for the past few weeks. Everyone who anything about Earth Rumble knew it was as coarse as river shingle, often dangerous for its competitors. The Gecko, the Hippo, and the Boulder? They were all bad news, and yet Toph had handed their egos back to them in swift and brutal fashion.

Y/N cleared away the dishes from tea. What if Toph got hurt? Or, perhaps even worse, what if her father found out? These thoughts had plagued her mind for a while now, leaving her torn between going to Lao, or dealing with it herself.

With the tea room clean, Y/N stepped into her quarters to prepare for a pleasant evening stroll. Loosening her hair from its rigid bun, it fell in relaxed tresses past her shoulders, easing the tension headache creeping in. On the inside of her jade cuffs, she slipped a small blade on the off-chance things turned messy on the streets of Gaoling. Throwing a thin cardigan over herself, Y/N set out to leave the house. Before she reached the door, a whine caught her attention.

Kuai was lying under a great circular window, the gentle sunlight not cheering up the gentle dog, nor the affection he was now receiving from Y/N. Perhaps it was sad look in those big brown eyes, or how his jowls seemed to emulate a crying face, but she convinced herself that bringing Kuai was a necessary thing to do. He could track her with his nose, she had argued. Clicking her tongue in command, the lump of a dog bounded to her feet and sat patiently, tail thumping a din against the floor.

Opening the door out into the gardens, Y/N stifled a laugh as Kuai practically fell through the open doors and onto the grass. He became caught up in the euphoria of rubbing himself into the peonies that he almost forgot she was there. Y/N chided him, struggling to keep the grin from her face. Now, they were ready to leave.

“Y/N, a lady shouldn’t be venturing out by herself,” A guard, one Y/N was friendly with, tutted.

“Lu, I am no lady,” She laughed, brushing off any status imposed onto her. “I am just a fifteen year old girl excited to spend my time drinking good tea in the city. And I have Kuai!”

Lu allowed the estate gate to be opened, albeit with some reluctance, Y/N leaving almost sated of the worry that tormented her mind. The streets of Gaoling were safer in the daytime, as with most places in the Earth Kingdom, but she had understood Lu’s objection. At any moment, the Fire Nation could launch an attack; the entire city buzzed with a quiet anxiety. Shops were closing earlier, people keeping their doors and window locked. What the city, nor the Beifongs, didn’t know was that if they truly launched an attack, Y/N could keep Toph safe. How, she couldn’t reveal to them.

It seemed that beyond being cute, Kuai had purpose. He hurtled far in front of her, darting back and forth at ungodly speed; he had found Toph. Following the dog – and cursing him for running so fast – she came across a tunnel burrowed deep into the side of a mountain. Its artificial shape, nothing like the natural caves in the area, told Y/N everything she needed to know. Here, she would find her earthbenders.

The dog bristled, whining lowly as he pawed at her leg. She hushed him, scratching behind his ears before venturing into the dark. Brushing her fingertips against the carved-out rock, Y/N guided herself through the dark until she could barely see a glimpse of orange light – flame.

As with most places in the Earth Kingdoms, the entire arena was formed entirely of rock. It was grand, if you ignored the complete absence of colour or natural light, big enough to make the largest warrior feel quite small. The bottom rows were completely devoid of people, bar three kids her age, maybe younger. They weren’t earthbenders. Y/N frowned, deciding to go with the earthbenders’ flow, clambering up with Kuai to one of the top rows.

She was right to do so.

A scream alerted the dog and girl duo, the boy with the wolf tail leapt back away from a large rock that had smashed into the seats a hairs breadth away from him. Perhaps she would have snorted in amusement if it weren’t for the shock.

“Welcome to Earth Rumble V!” A voice called above the commotion – though it seemed to only cause more, that being of the rowdy, excited type. “I am your host, Xin Fu!”

The sinewy man seemed as excitable as the crowd as he commentated on the matches. Each fighting man seemed to grow larger and more muscular as the night proceeded on with more matches; they fought dirty, and most were as immovable as the element they could harness. Well, all except the Fire Nation Man. He was a pitiful excuse for a warrior, Y/N decided.

As Kuai began to growl under her feet, Y/N perked up her head up.

They called her the Blind Bandit. Toph, her student and friend, stood proud in what short stature she had, a championship belt held high above her head. Not in her white robes, she wore proud green, a stark emerald. Her hair fell into her face, uncouth from an etiquette standpoint. Spirits, she was a little girl, tough but still so little. She may have had the best earthbending teacher that money could buy – money not being an object for the Beifong family – but it didn’t stop Y/N whispering a silent prayer, pulling Kuai onto her lap.

“The Boulder feels conflicted about fighting a young, blind girl.”

‘Yeah,’ Y/N thought, a sudden surge of rage filling her, ‘So you should.’

Toph, the meek socialite she was, curled up into herself, a quiver crossing her lips. “Sounds to me like you’re scared, Boulder!”

“Spirits, give me strength,” Y/N sighed, rubbing a hand across her face.

The ensuing fight was something spectacular. Every movement Toph made seemed entirely instinctual. It was over so quickly that Y/N almost thought she’d missed the fight. In a quick flurry of movements, Toph had humiliated, beaten, and confined the Boulder between three stalactites. Knuckles tightening as she grabbed the ends of her sleeves, Y/N didn’t know whether to be impressed or terrified. The terror, though, was not the kind etched on the Boulder’s face, but the kind that stirred in her stomach, boiling up nausea as she thought of what may happen if the Beifongs found out that their sweet daughter was an underground earthbending master.

Xin Fu entered the ring, provoking the crowd into roaring cheers as he held up Toph’s hand in victory. In his other was a hefty bag of what was likely gold; the crowd fell deadly silent the moment it was offered for a victory against the Blind Bandit.

“What?” He sneered, his confidence grating Y/N the wrong way. “No one dares to face her?”

Before Y/N could stand to volunteer, the youngest of the group nearly struck by a rock at the beginning of the tournament stood. “I will!”

Perhaps it was her imagination, but Xin Fu’s expression shifted to something sinister, only for a second before plastering on a smile. By Kuai’s growl, she assumed she was right. As the two fighters circled each other, they spoke, though not loudly enough for Y/N to hear way up away from the arena. The fight lasted longer than that with the Boulder, worrying Y/N and pleasing the audience. It was the final blow, however, that left Y/N speechless.

The boy, shorter and brighter looking than Y/N, pushed Toph off of the ring with the air.

He was an airbender – the Avatar.

Eyes widening, Y/N beckoned Kuai to follow as she hurtled down the seats as gently as possible. Calling after her, she worried that the Avatar’s shouts may have drowned hers out, but Toph merely stood in the mouth of the tunnel, seemingly ignoring the airbender.

“Bandit,” Y/N cut in, putting on her most menacing face. “We have a lot to talk about.”

As Toph closed the tunnel, cutting the two girls and their dog off from the tournament, Y/N could hear the indignant whining of the other boy, accusatory towards the girl who ‘cut off the Avatar’. She snorted, walking alongside the earthbender at ease now the fighting was done.

“So…” Y/N cleared her throat, a small smile playing at her lips. “Underground earthbending fights? Not very ladylike.”

Toph scoffed, fighting a laugh. “It beats staying home and reciting tea ceremonies.”

“I love a good tea ceremony!”

“That,” the girl said, “Is sad.”

There was an air of silence between them for a moment.

“Y/N, you won’t tell my dad, will you?”

At that, Y/N grasped Toph’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “No, but I will be coming with you if you decide to fight again. I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt.”

Toph laughed, clearly invincible, undamaged from her bruised ego. They snuck back onto the grounds easy enough, retiring to their separate bedrooms. Etiquette lessons seemed somewhat useless knowing that Toph was possibly the greatest earthbender Y/N had ever seen. On top of seeing the Avatar alive and in the flesh, the day had taken such strange turns.

Y/N had no idea of what was to come.

#atla #sokka x reader #sokka #toph #fanfic #the girls of ba sing se #missturtleduck

[fatebreaking-a]

Last Song

so here’s the rough outline for a Sona comic I wanted to make, but then ran out of time for. I had some pretty clear ideas in my head, but here’s the rough draft that’s... a little parallel to some more canon stuff. Given that, I thought it was best to post it now. At the time of writing this, I wanted to give Sona an actual character arc, and to give it an ending. My interpretation usually includes themes of acceptance and self-sacrifice, so those are aplenty. I have some thoughts on this, but I’ll put them all the way at the bottom. Click on the read more and enjoy.

I’ll probably reblog this a few times, because I am proud of it. Obviously a martyr ending is not good for a MOBA game and I took some liberties, but- Well, anyway. Here it is:

Ch 1: Orphanage

“Where you go, the world will bloom. You are never alone.” This note with baby Sona and the etwahl as the opening panel.

Several panels showing Sona standing in the center of the frame, growing up as the number of people around her both thin out and spread away (indicating both others getting adopted and her getting isolated). At least one of them should have her missing, then bring her back next frame to indicate she was adopted then returned (canon).

Finally, there’s no one left but her and she’s 17+. Caretaker puts their hand on her shoulder but she just smiles genially. Final panel of chapter is her sitting outside staring at the clouds. Sona. 17. Orphan.

Ch 2: War

A relatively short chapter that looks at Sona living her life in the orphanage, but haunted by nightmares. This is the part where her powers of empathy and prescience come in, and it’s shown she can see auras and is traumatized by what she senses. It ends with a panel of an extended hand from Lestara.

Ch 3: Suspicion (Demacia)

Another short chapter that details her practicing hard to learn her instrument as well as the suspicion and anti-mage sentiment. Paneling is split up into about three pages littered with mild flashbacks and “Remember, you must keep your magic a secret” or “What are you waiting for?” “For when I am needed.” It’s an almost slice of life chapter. It should also include a few panels of studying - both language and swordplay. We should also see Quinn in Sona’s home for at least one panel.

Ch 4: Invocation

The chapter opens with Sona opening the doors to the concert hall and walking on stage. There are brief reminders of anti mage sentiment through single line quotes and flashbacks that should take up no more than half a page each, to remind the reader that Sona feels like an outsider.

As the performance progresses, we should get close ups on various members of the audience, some familiar, who are emotionally moved by the performance. Garen, Jarvan, Fiora, Tianna, J3, Xin, etc are good options here.

The chapter should end with Sona bowing. Her face should be obscured by her hair and tears should be falling from her face. Next to her should be Sona but at a much younger age, also bowing - an indication that she’s grateful to finally feel accepted. This is where everything has led up to.

(The comic can end here, or continue on to something a bit more sacrificial:)

Ch 5: Sylas (Rebellion)

A short chapter that begins with Sona coming back from helping Ryze. As she enters the city and discovers what has happened, there are panels of people closing the door on her, looking at her with suspicion, and so on. The smiling faces of Demacia have turned sour and mean to her. Lux will not look at her, Garen turns his back, Jarvan is too busy, etc etc.

Ch 6: Tree of Life (Invocation, Part Two)

The conclusion to Sona’s arc. An unnamed battlefield, in which hundreds from both sides lie crumpled on the ground. We get close ups of several key characters on the ground. Demacia has many things, but it lacks this crucial element: A healer character.

Sona is stopped by guards who imply she can’t go forward because she’s got no training - she’s a liability on a dead battlefield. Someone calls to let her through - it’s Quinn and Valor.

As Sona walks into the battlefield, she kneels down and begins to weep/cry. This is her moment - what she has been waiting for, where her magical talents can be used. Both sides have collapsed under something (void, maybe? Singed bombs?)

And she sits there and plays her instrument and weeps and keeps playing as waves of healing pass over the entire battlefield. “Where I go, the world blooms,” some callback to that. She keeps playing as the scarred earth underneath her gives way to a meadow and tree roots begin to grasp her legs.

As the song progresses, people on the battlefield begin to get up. (Optional: Someone attacks her and she is defended by Quinn, Garen, or Lux). As the song continues, a tree grows around her and the entire landscape is healed.

Last panel is tiny child Sona bowing in front of the tree, and the story closes there.

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The postword (?) / additional comments: 

For me, I often find myself thinking that Sona should have a more active role - it often feels like things that lu/x does (and don’t get me wrong, my opinion on light lady has improved dramatically, we love her on this blog) could also be done in some respects by sona. often hcs I have (sona sneaking people out of demacia) end up in lux lore. Which is great, because same hat! Love that for Lux. Sad for Sona. I hope that makes sense. I really, really want to emphasize that this is in no way a jab at lux or lux blogs or anything of that nature. It’s just- as the other Demacian mage, Sona ends up being in a similar niche and so the ideas I have often end up being similar. And I’m really grateful to people for being kind to me about it, because feeling like I’m copying even if I came first makes me nervous as hell. It’s happened before, a lot. Drinking petricite, sneaking people out of Demacia, etc.

Anyway there’s the proof that this was something I drafted fully nine days ago, right before the new year. Cool. I did storyboard a little but I’m super uncomfortable with how it looks and it’s not digital.

Why are the two conclusion chapters called invocation? Based on a short story I wrote about quinn & sona, and Sona taking a stand to help her country.

Feel free to ask me as many questions as you want!

I’m @’ing the people who specifically said they wanted this: @eternallydamned​, @toolbalance​, and @aigaming​. Thanks for cheering me on.

#the conductor #Dearly Beloved ( Saved ) #drabble #//I will call this a drabble because it is basically a mini story #//they're rough ideas I only storyboarded a little but I hope you find them compelling! #//six whole chapters wow ! ! !

[saturnville]

can’t do this

*not my gif*

just a short lil something. it’s random and not that great but, hey, comes with not writing often. hope y’all find something about it to enjoy.

pairing: lu xin lee x black!oc

4. “You can’t keep doing this...”

https://imaginary-legendary-hamilton.tumblr.com/post/147791746936/writing-prompts

“You cannot keep doing this.” The emphasis of her words demonstrated she was serious. The sharpness of her tone let him know she was really serious. “This, what you’re doing, it isn’t worth losing your life.”

He winced. With every word that poured from those beautiful lips of hers, the hydrogen peroxide filled cotton round pressed deeper into his open cut.

He examined her attentively. She was tired, he could tell. Her eyes hung low and fluttered often to stay open. She swayed as well, trying to keep her body from shutting down. He frowned. She always stayed up to attempt to greet him when he came home. Recently, the door crept open during the wee hours of the morning and there she’d be waiting.

“I’m sorry.” He waved her off. She’d always been the type to be quick to apologize, even if it wasn’t her fault or if the incident held no weight.

“There’s nothing else for you to do? You have to jack cars and damn near get yourself killed?”

“Baby—“ he tried to reach out to her but she pulled her hand away from his reach. “I do this to make sure you’re taken care of. I want you to get your career started without working about anything else. I’m doing it for us.”

She’d heard it before and she knew his intentions were as pure as an innocent lamb, yet, the thought of him losing his life trying to provide for hers sent her into a frenzy.

Yes, thanks to him she’d almost completed dentistry school with limited distraction because he held down the household. And yes, she’d had a roof over her head and clothes on her back, but how would that compare to feeling his warmth against her body each and every night? It couldn’t.

“I,” she huffed. “You’re all I have. And I rather not get any phone calls that you’re dead or in immediate danger. I’d also like to stop making first aid kits to clean up your mess.” She gestured to the large gash across his cheek that she was cleaning.

He lifted his brown eyes to meet hers, which were glistening as she yawned. He smiled.

“What?” she gently pressed a bandaid against his cheek.

“You know I love you right?”

She hummed. “If you really love me, you’ll stay out of trouble.” She patted his chest gently and tossed away the materials they used.

“But you not gonna say you love me back?” he stood to his feet and took a step towards her. He bent down and captured her lips with his, pulling a quiet squeal from her.

“I do love you!” she exclaimed, pushing his chest. “I’ll love you a little more if you come to bed now.”

She gave him a look—the look.

He bit his lip. “Yes ma’am.”

#lewis tan #lu xin lee #lu xin lee x black!reader #lewis tan x black reader #interracial #short drabble (?) #lu xin lee x black reader

[saturnville]

the masterlist.

welcome! thanks for stopping by <3. a few things to remember: i do not write smut to its fullest degree often, but there will be a warning of it gets to that point. at that point, no minors should remain on my blog. i am a black woman and i cater to black women when i write—i will not argue with anyone about it. below are the links to my pieces. whatever you decide to read, i hope you enjoy <3. feedback is always appreciated. most recent works can be found here.

last updated: 12.3.2023

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𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔'

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. two original characters, Adrian and Sarai, find their hearts intertwined after meeting unexpectedly. male oc resembles anthony ramos . discontinued.

𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝’𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰. the rewritten version of Adrian and Sarai’s story. completed.

𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬. two original characters, Etta and Elias, come together after an introduction on a subway in New York. complete.

𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧. two original characters, Kanzi and Aziel, have a late night rendezvous in Kanzi’s apartment in the heart of the city. discontinued

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝. ongoing.

whispers in the halls, coriolanus snow. hiatus.

𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫. two old flames exchange a flirtatious phone call just hours before a premiere.

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. even the strongest of men need reassurance.

𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. hard work is often rewarded with great pleasantries.

𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. she’s a shoulder to cry on whenever necessary.

𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. a simple love. inspired by está dañada by ivan cornejo.

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐞𝐳 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. she sees his home for the first time and falls in love.

𝐛𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐞𝐳 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐥𝐮 𝐱𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐞. what he does to protect her leaves him unprotected and it causes tension between them.

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐥𝐮 𝐱𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐞. who doesn’t love the cliche pretend to be my s/o trope?

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐢𝐨. she wanted to be like him until she knew she couldn’t.

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐫𝐢𝐨. long distance is a nuisance and one night, he needed her more than ever.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫. the usual cliche; two individuals falling in love.

𝐥𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐫. can you let go?

𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭è𝐫𝐞. inspired by the song je te laisserai de mots by patrick watson. he catches her attention with handwritten notes every week.

𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. inspired by the song i see fire by ed sheeran. war is approaching and death is forever unavoidable. male oc resembles sam heughan

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐥𝐮 𝐱𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐞. the cliche “pretend to be my significant other” trope.

𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐥𝐮 𝐱𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐞. he risks his life to better hers.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝟏, 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫. jordan receives disappointing news and his s/o is there to comfort. contains spoilers all american szn 3 spoilers.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝟑𝟎. the seats in library are taken—except one. male oc resembles jordan fisher.

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫. in which two lovesick teens revel in one another.

𝐲𝐨𝐮. a personal short.

𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩. in which she learns about her husband’s infidelity and feels rage.

𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬. four blurbs from november.

𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. nwh spoilers! an interaction between tom!peter and his s/o leo.

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩. andrew!peter visits his s/o after a long night.

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞. andrew!peter asks his s/o to be the muse for his photography.

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡. andrew!peter asks his s/o to relax with him. 18+ nsfw content.

𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. andrew!peter decides to take the advice of the wiser version of himself.

𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, pt 2. andrew!peter realizes he’s in love with mariah joy.

𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞.

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐣𝐚𝐱 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫. jax is intoxicated and his deepest feelings come to light.

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧, 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞. bruce is struggling and his s/o is always there for him.

𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭, 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐬.

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐬.

𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐤𝐮.

𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐤𝐮.

40 days and 40 nights, shirt udaku

𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐯, 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐪 𝐬𝐭. 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤.

make luv universe, tariq st. patrick

better to have loved, urban original.

naked, urban original

kiss me and go, coriolanus snow.

snow lands on top, coriolanus snow.

congratulations, mr. president, coriolanus snow.

yes, mr. snow, coriolanus snow

no, mr. snow, coriolanus show.

a symphony of regret, coriolanus snow

#anthony ramos x black!reader #anthony ramos x reader #chris evans x black!reader #daveed diggs x poc!reader #angel reyes x black!reader #rio x black!reader #jamie fraser x black!reader #tom holland x poc!reader #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland x reader #lu xin lee x black!reader #jordan baker x black!reader #peter parker x black!reader #tasm!peter parker x black!reader #jax teller x black!reader #rob!bruce wayne x black!reader #austin butler x black!reader

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Gilded Cage {1}

Lu Xin Lee x OFC Phoenix Argent AU

Warning: Cursing, Blood, Violence, Plot

Words: 1.9k

Summary: Phoenix has been different her entire life. Not just because her father is rich and she has a lovely big house. Phoenix has a secret about her--a secret that can either make her very powerful or very dead. Because of this secret, she’s lived her life in a gilded cage. When she breaks free, that action creates a dangerous and destructive chain of events that soon have Phoenix wondering if she was better off in this cage. That is until a man who moves and kills like the devil but looks like an angel steps in, showing her that sometimes we have to claim our freedom, no matter the consequences.

Note: Surprise!!!!! Okay, we have some Lu Xin Lee from Wu Assassins action. I’m not in love with the cover, so it may change if this continues. Please tell me what you guys think. Should I continue? 

As always, thank you so much for reading! 

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***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

 You picked up the speed that you ran. You had no idea where you were going, but you knew one thing—you had to keep going no matter what. Glancing behind you, the coast was clear, but just because it was clear didn’t mean you were home free. You’d grown up differently than everyone else. There were some things that were ingrained in you, some things that you used even to this day.

 A loud clatter snapped you out of your thoughts and brought your head to spin on a swivel to look behind you. Still empty. When you looked back in front of you, two black SUVs were pulling up. They were trying to box you in. Looking around you, you tried to come up with a plan, a way out. There was an alley on your left, and it was the alley you were going to take. Changing your direction, you ran into the alley. Using your quick thinking, you pushed one of the dumpsters to the entryway of the alley, hoping it would slow them down. You knew it wouldn’t stop them.

 When you were halfway down the alley, you heard them trying to push the dumpster aside. They argued loudly over who should do what until you heard the screeching sound of it moving.

 “Fuck!”

 That was when you picked up the speed. You were exhausted. You’d been running for the last eight blocks. Damn San Francisco for having endless hills. The downward slopes weren’t bad, but uphill was a bitch. Once you reached the end of the alley, you turned right to find a brick wall.

 “Shit!”

 Turning around, you were met with another brick wall. Trapped. Panic set in and with it your fears. You couldn’t let them catch you. It would not end well. Spinning around, you tried to come up with a plan--anything that would help you see another day. You were surrounded by brick. You had nowhere to go.

 “You can’t run anymore, Y/N!”

 They were getting closer, and you were a fucking sitting duck. If they caught you, you knew how it would end. They’d bring you to him.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Think Y/N, think!”

 Your panic was increasing as their voices drew near. That was when you looked up and saw a fire escape ladder.

 “Ha.”

 You backed up and ran to the wall and used it as leverage to bounce off of it to leap into the air and grab the bottom bar of the ladder. You’d almost missed it. Now you were stuck dangling with barely anything else to give. Upper body strength was always your weakness.

 “Get up, get up!”

 Finding the hidden strength inside of you, you gave it everything you got and pulled yourself up. It was excruciating and took way longer than it should have. Once you could pull yourself up enough to get your foot on the bar, you hugged the cold rusty metal and gasped for air.

 “I should have paid closer attention,” you whispered to yourself.

 You wanted to stop. You were too tired to keep going, but you had to. The alternative was too dangerous. Placing one foot over the other again and again, you climbed the rusted ladder until you got to the first landing. That was when they rounded into the dead-end. You laid on your back as flat as you could get and held your breath so as not to make a peep. You could hear them looking around below you, questioning where you went.

 Several minutes passed with them scratching their heads and blaming each other.

 “I told you we should have shot her and have been done with it.”

 “Shut up. He wants her alive. She’s no good dead.”

 I bet he wants me alive, you thought. Why would he want anything else?

 “Let’s double back; that was her hotel. She’ll probably go back there.”

Slowly they trickled out of the alley, but you didn’t move until you were certain their cars had pulled off. Almost fifteen minutes later, you peeped out onto the sidewalk and surveyed the street. There was no sign of them. Turning onto the sidewalk, you flipped your hood onto your head and quickly walked on. You couldn’t go back to your hotel. That meant you had to find somewhere to lay low tonight so you could get out of town at first light.

An hour later, you found yourself sitting inside an Asian restaurant enjoying a meal you were overdue to have. The flavors melded well together, and if it was possible, the restaurant's décor seemed to fit the food you were eating. You loved the wooden elements of the partitions that divided the tables, and even the bamboo plants were strewn around. The feel of the restaurant was classy yet comfortable. You felt like this could have been a place where you would have spent a lot of your time.

 An uproar of laughter caught your attention. Looking back, you saw a group of people laughing together. They looked close like they’d been friends for a long time. The beautiful woman with long brown hair slapped one of the guys upside their head, which had the rest of them laughing at his misfortune before teasing him in another language. Was it Thai? Mandarin maybe?

 “If things had been different,” you whispered to yourself before finishing the sake in front of you. It was your third one.

 With you not being able to use your credit cards because they were easily traceable, you were now down to a few thousand dollars. If you had another day like today, you knew that reserve would dwindle quickly. Groaning, you rubbed the back of your neck, trying to figure out your next move. This city wasn’t familiar to you. You’d only planned on finding Ari so he could help you out of your little problem. Unfortunately, Ari was out of town, and it meant you were now stranded. Either you wait for him to come back, or you made a way for yourself. You hadn’t expected that they’d find you. You’d been so careful.

 “Everyone, we’ll be closing in fifteen minutes. Thank you for your service, and I hope you come again.”

 That was your queue. You took out a fifty and placed it on the table, and gathered your things ready to go. Before you walked out the front door, you bounced someone.

 “Excuse me,” he rushed out. You didn’t bother responding; instead, you nodded and walked outside.

 They would look for you at the high-end establishments, you had to turn to seedy, and you were not looking forward to it.

 Luckily you found an in-between option. While it was no Ritz Carlton, it was suitable enough. Before you could duck inside, your eye caught sight of someone that looked like they worked for him. Instead of walking through the doors, you stopped on the steps. Trying not to draw attention to yourself, you looked around and saw three more of them just idly standing by.

 “Shit,” you whispered. It didn’t look as if they’d seen you just yet. As inconspicuously as possible, you turned around and sauntered down the street you’d just come from.

 “Hey! Y/N!”

 “Shit!” You picked up running down the street, knowing that they were chasing you. This time you didn't have that much of a lead. You looked back to see they were close enough that if you stumbled, they’d catch you.

 When you turned, large, rough hands grabbed you, lifted you into the air, and dropped you to the concrete. The action took the breath right out of your lungs and filled you with pain. You laid there in a groaning heap writhing in pain.

 “Jesus Dro, are you insane? She’s a girl!”

 “She’s not running anymore, is she?”

 “He doesn’t want her hurt. Are you gonna explain this?”

 Pulling yourself together, you rolled onto your knees and tried to get up.

 “Stop running, Y/N. Just come back with us.”

 “Ne—ver!”

 “You’re so stubborn. He’ll never stop searching for you.”

 You knew it was true.

 “You’re his property.”

 Feeling a burst of defiance, you gritted your teeth in preparation for what you knew would come, then flung your head back and connected with his nose. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but the satisfaction made it worth it even though your head was now pounding, and your vision was slightly blurry.

 “I’m not his property!”

 The men around laughed out, and you thought it was enough of an opportunity for you to get away. Somehow you made it a full block before you were surrounded yet again. You stood in the middle, panting, in pain, and annoyed.

 “Just let me go! Tell him when you found me someone killed me. He’ll believe it,” you suggested.

 “Even then, he’ll hunt for your dead body and make everyone pay for it. I like my chances better bringing you back to him.”

 “Please, I have money. My father has a lot of money. I can pay you. Name a price.”

 The men laughed, signaling that they had no intention of taking you up on that offer.

 “Y/N, your money is no good, and you know why. Just accept it.”

 Before you could speak again, gunshots rained down all around you and pierced the bodies of the men that were around you. Screaming, you held your head and prayed that you made it out of this.

 “They will come for you. You won’t be able to stop them.”

 The words echoed in your memory, and your stomach fell. Was this was what he meant?

 When the gunshots stopped, and all was quiet, you slowly lifted your head. All around you, the bodies laid lifeless and oozing blood. None of them were alive. Before you could get up, you saw four figures coming toward you. Terror and exhaustion are what kept you in place to watch them approach you.

 “You have two options. Ascend or die.”

 You’d heard those words before. You knew full well what was meant by them. You didn’t want to do either. You wanted to live your life, the way you chose—for you. Your father knew it. The years of drilling into you your destiny and chosen path, he thought you’d accepted it. You hadn’t.

 “Choose.”

 You stood on shaky legs and held your head high. While he hadn’t drilled into you acceptance for this said destiny, he had drilled into you stubbornness, strength, and resilience you often relied on.

 “No.”

 The one in front of you wore a ski mask in black with a white sun symbol on the forehead. All you saw were their eyes.

 “She did say you were stubborn.”

 They lifted the gun, pointed it at you, and in seconds everything went in slow motion. You heard the gun go off, but once it did, you were grabbed, hoisted into the air, and moved. Before you knew it, you were on the ground watching one man fight off the four assassins. He moved effortlessly, smoothly, and with absolute control and skill. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the way he moved.

He made it look so easy. He punched, kicked, and overpowered each of them, gliding around like he had wheels for feet. He didn’t even use any guns to defend himself. All he used were his hands. After a few minutes, each of them laid on the ground like the others. You watched him bend down, take up one of the guns, and dig it behind him in the waistband of his pants. Then he turned to you. You weren’t afraid, but you shrunk back. Your vision was quickly getting blurrier with each passing moment. Each second that passed, your body felt heavier and heavier until you dropped onto the ground.

  The last thing you saw was Italian leather shoes approaching you. It was all black after that. 

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