#well its bending much better this week at least

[sunriseparabellum]

cringe ass knee. just bend idiot

#apparently my pt said that last week u was 'unusually stiff' for the timeline after surgery #well its bending much better this week at least #but im still a little bit behind i guess #arrgghh

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Hey I’m not sure if you’re doing requests right now (if not then please just ignore😭) if you are doing requests I was wondering if you could write and Aemond x Wife Reader where she’s with child, in where the dinner scene takes place but when Jace goes to hit Aemond the reader tries to stop him and jace blond in anger pushes her and she falls to the floor and starts to bleed (the child is okay in the end) and it the whole table goes quite! Please and thank you!! I love your writing sm💕💕

'If looks could kill'

A/N: I got this request ages ago so sorryyyyyy~ I was unsure how to approach this one as there is a very similar fic by the wonderful @aemonds-war-crime and I was really weary and making it not too similar, hopefully I did it? lol

Go read theirs cos honestly it's better anyway

Warnings: mention of miscarriages, hurt reader, protective aemond, childbirth / Ao3 link

You raised your arms out in a silent plea, feeling too heavy and weak to be able to pull yourself up. Smiling up to him, you wiggle your fingers.

“A little help?” you say in a half-mischievous tone. 

“Hm” Aemond responded with that half-smile before bending at the knees to take your hands to pull you up. 

You feigned a groan of pain as you came to your feet, one hand stationed under the large bump as if for protection. It took no effort from Aemond at all to pull you up and he smoothed his large hands down your side. He stood before you in silence, but you could feel his eye over your form, beaming with pride at the bump that touched against him. So much so, he placed his palm to it and closed his eye. His expression was so peaceful you would think he is falling asleep, but with a soft laugh you lay your own palm on his face, softly stroking your thumb against it. 

When he looks down at you, there is a flash of worry.

“Are you sure you are well enough to do this?” he asks.

Without a beat, you nod, hand still finding its home on his face. 

It was only natural that Aemond was worried for you throughout this long and tortuous pregnancy. He had concerned himself with your wellbeing the entire time, making sure the right foods and the right care was provided, lest the servants feel the wrath of a Targaryen soon-to-be father.

It made you regard him with love and trust the way he took care of you. But a tug of sadness was always there.

Before this pregnancy, your marriage had been plagued with a few miscarriages, some later than others, but still painful nonetheless. The first had been the most painful to your emotions and every one after had chipped a little piece of you away with it. But what worried you the most was the extent at which Aemond seemed to hide his own feelings from you. He was always there for comfort when it happened and you desperately wanted him to at least tell you what was on his mind. If he was grief-stricken, would he tell you?

When this pregnancy came around, there was a deep, dark and hurt part of you that thought it would not last. You thought to not get any hopes of passing a particular milestone and many nights you were crying in Aemond’s arms just praying for the Gods to end it if it was not to result in a baby. To spare you the sadness and grief at another lost child.

But days, weeks and months passed and you only swelled more. You would pull the dress under your bump in the mirror to see how big you had gotten and a motherly pride would overwhelm you at the feeling of growing Aemond’s child and heir inside you. 

You meet Aemond’s gaze, half-worried, “Are you going to be alright?”

He sighs deeply, “I shall have to be”

You send him a sad smile, resting your hand on top of his, “And you will not antagonise them?”

I raise my eyebrow when Aemond doesn’t respond, a smirk appears on his face.

“I am not sure if that’s a promise I can make”

You huff a laugh and press a quick kiss to his lips, closing your eyes to savour the feeling of him alone with you before you were to share the evening with Rhaenyra and her children.

“Just try and be good” 

You smile, knowing that he most certainly will not. 

Between waddling to the table and feeling the kicks of the baby against your insides, the evening wasn’t so bad. There was a bit of squabbling for certain and some glares exchanged, namely by Aemond and Luke, but you supposed it was to be expected. Nobody had expected them to be the best of friends after all. 

You pushed the food around your place, feeling your appetite dwindle as the night went on. Even the comfort of wine didn’t seem to touch the discomfort you felt at the baby resting on your pelvis. But nothing seemed to cause more discomfort than when Viserys was escorted from the table back to his chambers. The atmosphere changed entirely and there was a thick layer of tension to the room, threatening to snap at any moment.

You watched as Jace invited Helaena for a dance. It would have been nice to see had Aegon not adopted a sour frown at the sight of the brunet’s hands on his sister-wife. Perhaps he felt embarrassed, you were not sure, but it was certainly of no bother to you as you closed your eyes, one hand rested at the bump. A habit adopted only in the last month or two.

You jumped slightly and opened your eyes when Aemond squeezed his hand over yours, looking at you with concern.

“Are you alright, my love” he asked.

You nodded slowly, “Just tired. I may retire soon”

Aemond tapped your hand before pulling back, passing a scathing look to the younger brunet at the other side of the table. Your eyes watch your husband as a roasted pig is brought to the table, and to your discomfort, is placed right before your husband. You close your eyes, hoping Luke isn’t stupid enough to retort to it, but when Aemond turns to see Luke and a hateful smirk makes its way to his face, you know it was too late for the kind words of a wife to bring him back.

Luke immediately ceases his laughter when Aemond’s fist makes contact with the table, standing with his cup. You open your mouth to ask Aemond to calm down, but the words tumble from your husband’s mouth before you get the chance. Everyone in the room has their eyes trained on Aemond. 

The tension in the room is as tight as a bowstring. 

“Final tribute” he finally says. His deep voice resonates throughout the room, authoritative and well-meaning in his eyes.

“To the health of my nephews”

His eye meets Jace, who is sending daggers at him from across the room, “Jace” Aemond says.

“Luke”

The younger brunet pretends to feign indifference, but he must know as well as everyone else, he is afraid of what his Uncle might do or say, given the circumstances of their relationship. 

“And Joffrey”

The table braces themself for more. You look up to your husband on the off chance he is looking down at you to ask him to stop, but he is far too deep now.

“Each of them handsome, wise…”

Alicent looks as if she might throw up anticipating what Aemond then says.

“...strong”

“Aemond” Alicent scolds in a soothing voice, her panicked eyes meet yours. Both the women in Aemond’s life give one another a silent plea that all this end, but powerless to do anything to stop him. And in some strange truth, perhaps Aemond deserves to have this word in some way.

“Come, let us drain our cups to these three strong boys”

Jace’s return sounds angrier even though he is to your back and you cannot see his face, “I dare you to say that again”

“Why?” Aemond barks back, “T’was only a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong?”

You had enough and you rise from your chair as Aemond rounds the table to approach Jace. 

“That is enough, Aemond” you scold quietly, placing yourself before him. 

Aemond attempts to go around you, but Jace is already advancing and before you know it he is almost right before you. He looks blind with rage, almost unrecognisably so and there is something in his eye which seems unhinged, as if not thinking clearly. 

Instinctively, you step in front of Aemond, arm reaching across as if you could offer any protection despite Aemond’s clearly larger frame. But Jace’s eyes only land on his Uncle and without thinking he places his palm flat on your shoulder to shove you out of the way to land a punch to the side of Aemond’s face. 

You gasp out as your hand reaches out for the table as you tumble, your weight off balance due to the bump before you. But your eyes widen when your hands miss the table and you topple over the chair to land square on your front on the cold, hard stone floor, landing with a groan of pain.

Hands flat on the stone floor, it takes you a moment to really realise what has happened. Everyone in the room takes a breath and is completely silent while they watch you come to the realisation of what had just happened. Pushing yourself from the floor shakily, you realise you have landed on your bump and a sound halfway between a cry and a choke escapes you as you feel the familiar ache in your womb. 

You look up to Aemond with glassy eyes and his form is entirely still, his face stoic and you see his eye flit from you to Jace. His whole body is charged with something and you realise exactly what it is when in just a second he had Jace pressed against the wall, his dagger pressed against the older brunet’s throat. His expression is not crazed or angry and you are surprised just how calm Aemond looks as he threatens Jace’s life.

Jace blabbers incoherently, making half-apologies. All on deaf ears.

Alicent rounds the table in a jog to kneel by you and she goes from helping you to a more comfortable position, to wiping away the tears on your face. 

“You dare harm my wife, bastard” Aemond spits, pinning the smaller boy to the wall with ease.

You grip Alicent’s forearm, a new wave of pain crashing through you, taking every ounce of strength with it. She looks down at you with furrowed eyes and out-of-breath you say,

“What’s happening…?” you ask, feeling a warm sensation between your legs. 

Rhaenyra and Daemon only watch from the other side of the table as the scene unfolds. Daemon has one hand resting on his sword’s handle, just in case anything goes too far, a sickening smirk on his face.

You look up to Aemond to find he is already staring down at you. The previous anger now turned to complete shock and concern at the situation that has befallen the evening. With a soft sheen of sweat on your face and the lines of tears that had run down your face, you meet his gaze with concern and fear. This feeling you knew and you shook your head, it could not be another, could it? Could the gods truly be this cruel?

Alicent is jittering with anxiety and pulls Aemond off of Jace, having spaced out with the blade still at the brunet’s throat. 

“Aemond…” you let out a quiet sob as he kneels to you, “...something is wrong…”

Without thinking, Aemond brings your body into his arms, rushing you with an entourage of people to your chambers. Before he has a chance to question, the family are pushed to the other side of the door, various maesters and midwives all filing in to fill their stations. It was like preparing for battle.

Concealed on the outside, Aemond was entirely inconsolable and paced for hours, flinching whenever you made a sound that evoked pain. He felt his fist clench so hard he thought the bones may give out, and he imagined bashing Jace’s head through for merely laying a hand on you in your delicate condition. Oh the things he would like to do to that boy.

But the sheer anxiety of your situation had him obediently outside your chambers. The family could only wait for those fated doors to open. Alicent grasped her son’s arm in comfort, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

Aemond had been sitting outside the doors for hours now and to put it bluntly, he had made himself sick with worry for your wellbeing. He had heard very little through the thick doors, and this seemed to concern him even more. His eye looked up to find Alicent pacing the hallway before him, seemingly attempting to soothe herself. 

One side of the door opened and the maester poked his head out and almost immediately Aemond stood to attention, lending his ear to the maester to whisper. It was the dead of night and in fact may have been very early the next morning, and the Keep was completely silent, even the whispers of the maester seemed to echo.

Face blanched with worry, Aemond was allowed into the room. His gaze scanned the room in a panic, eventually landing on your form, sitting upright in the bed you shared together. Your tired eyes met him and gave him a soft, but exhausted smile, one hand underneath a bundle held tightly to your chest. Your husband’s ghostly white expression never faltered once, fully expectant for all this to be some cruel dream. 

You extended a hand out to him and swallowing heavily, Aemond dragged his feet over to you and shakily reached out to touch you. You pulled him to sit next to you, but his gaze was stuck on you the entire time to observe you. Your shift had been abandoned and a silk robe had been tied around you as you laid in bed, multiple cushions and blankets stacked upon one another to create the soft mound to rest your body against. 

Your face was flushed and a thin layer of sweat was still evident on your brow, but all the same, your smile warmed him. You huff a laugh as you lay a hand against his face,

“My love” you say, bringing him out of a trance-like state, “this is our daughter” 

His eyeline follows yours down to your chest, where a small bundle of a baby was suckling against your chest. A warmth that was not previously there spreads through Aemond’s heart almost painfully and some semblance of colour is once again painted at his cheeks.

His index finger reaches out to stroke the infant’s head. Halfway between a choked sob and a laugh rattles through Aemond’s chest. The infant was small, but flushed with a pink flush, looking healthy. You leaned forward to stroke his hair and he leaned against you, placing his forehead with yours. A silent act of love.

He grasped your hand tightly, not wanting to let go.

“Well done, my love” he said quietly, “I thought the worst”

You look back down at your daughter, who made a content sound, “I did as well” you admit.

After a few minutes, Aemond stood and straightened his clothing, turning towards the door.

“Aemond” you call after him.

His purple eye lands on you once more, softening instantly.

“Don’t hurt him too badly” you smile.

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[violetrainbow412-blog]

Day 20: reading together

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

Reblog if you liked it!

“If I didn't love you so much, I'd probably be strangling you right now,” you muttered, watching from your spot on the couch as Spencer broke the spine of the book he had just gotten.

Although you two were very skilled readers, which had brought you together in the first place, your book care habits were very different. You could stand him writing in the books and bending the pages, but the first time you saw the man break the spine of a book you almost screamed to stop him. You were the type who opened the pages only as much as necessary, loaded them into a special bag, and used only post-its and pretty bookmarkers in them.

“I already told you that this is more comfortable and gives life to the books”

“It doesn't give them life, it kills them” you sobbed dramatically, while you raised your feet a little so that he could take a seat on the couch and once he was, he took care of placing your legs on his lap “What is this one about?”

"Physics. I want some distraction”

“Oh, sure,” you laughed ironically, as if it were common to read physics books to clear your mind.

You had been reading, for a couple of weeks, The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks, because the movie was one of your favorites in your youth and you wanted to know how much the book delved into the story of both lovers.

You were used to these kinds of moments with him, because since you had started living together your literary discipline had improved, so you tried to continue with your reading while he started his.

Everything was fine until you tensed when you felt his hand coming down from the cover to hold your leg firmly. You looked down from your book and a shiver ran through you when you noticed that he was able to hold all the flesh of your limb with those hands; big, calloused, and warm, always so expert at touching you just the way you wanted. But Spencer was so focused on the book that he didn't seem aware of what he was doing to you, not even when he started to slowly stroke you with his thumb.

You tried to shake the distraction from your mind and focused on the printed lines, the only sound being the turning of the paper pages in your lover's book. Spencer's fingers traced patterns and drummed on your skin, to the point where you got used to it and stopped paying attention to the tickling he was doing with it.

“What happened to you here?” Spencer asked suddenly, feeling interrupted by curiosity to know the origin of the bump his fingers had touched. You closed your book slightly and looked up to see what he was talking about.

"That? I think it was from a fall when I was little.”

“Sometimes I'm surprised to think how many things I still don't know about you,” he murmured, with unexpected sentimentality. His hand went up and down your leg while he maintained a thoughtful attitude “You are like a book; I think I know you well enough and when I look at you again you have a different meaning or I find something new about you”

“At least I hope you don't break my spine” you laughed and you heard him laugh too. You readjusted yourself on the couch until you were sitting next to him and you placed a kiss on his cheek, so he took the opportunity to surround you from the side “No one had ever compared me to a book.”

“I like being innovative,” he said, quite proud of himself, feeling how you fit better against him.

Once again one of his hands remained busy on your body and with the other he kept the book open, taking a little more time than usual to turn the pages. You carefully opened your reading and continued to enjoy the tragic romance the story told, having your own happy romance at your side.

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[ofallthingsnasty]

Pretty please could you do F, H, N, or Y for crocodile one day! I’m curious on your thoughts about him and I love when you talk about him 😭 my new obsession is the pug who he hates but tolerates just for you, so sweet 🥺

Yandere Alphabet letters a, i and q for crocodile hdsjahj anon I'm glad you like my rambles because they are so much fun to write 💕💕 regarding the little dog - don't be fooled, it's 50% him wanting to see you happy and 50% having even more leverage over you 🤭 mean man...

tw.yandere, violence, minors dni

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Uh oh, you might want to reconsider doing that. You call it fighting back, he calls it being an ungrateful, whiny little brat and it pisses him off. There are few things that make his blood boil when it comes to you, and being defiant and insulting him is one of them. Does he know that you’re here against your will? Sure. Does he care? No. You see, he views himself as some sort of provider - he’s giving you a life a million times better than your old one. You’re cared for, well-fed, nicely dressed, don’t have to work - really, your only job is to play house when he’s around (which he isn’t all that often, busy as he is). He doesn't even expect you to fuck him for it, he just wants someone to come home to, who will let him rest his head on their lap and caress it. (Of course, he oh-so-graciously ignores the gigantic power imbalance between the two of you when it suits him, especially when it comes to the bedroom. But generally speaking, I think he can be rather mellow compared to others, can even be reasoned with to a certain extent. Just be good for him.)

He thinks he’s being more than generous, more than fair - for the position you're in. A lesser pirate would have killed you by now, he tells you, would have gotten a new toy already. No, no - he is here to stay, he wants to see you thrive, even.And if you throw it all in his face, spit at him, dare to fight him - oh, what he’ll feel will be beyond good and evil. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, darling.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Okay, good news first: When it comes to Crocodile, I’d argue that the worst experience is really limited to just one. I’ve talked about him physically lashing out at you in a moment of rage and in the weeks that have passed that thought kind of stuck with me. At his core, this man doesn't want to hurt you (deeply). Manipulating you with visual threats and possibilities is one thing, but genuinely injuring you to make you bend to his will? Not really his style. Yes, he does corporal punishments - but only because they’re so effective and can be done so quickly. (A classic action - réaction, if you will.) So, what exactly is that nebulous worst experience? It’s him either using his Devil Fruit powers or his hook on you. To even get to that point, he’d have to be beyond angry with you. It’s probably something that happens early on while you’re not yet acquainted with your new role and you dare to insult him, try to escape - maybe you spiral, his temper simply cooks over and- Trust me, he’ll never do it again. It’ll leave permanent physical damage. But it’ll also traumatize you into submission, which is the only good thing to come out of this, at least to him. You’ll both regret it. And you’ll both learn from it.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Spankings. Lots of them. It’s quick, efficient, shows you who is in charge, makes you sit a little straighter, makes you sweeter - he isn’t beyond mind games in general but when it comes to punishments, a quick correction is just more convenient. Manipulation and the likes are the long con, the work he puts in to undermine your self-esteem, to make you doubt your own feelings for your captor. But the spankings are the here and now, the thing that keeps the cat from sharpening its claws on the sofa.

You’ll learn to associate that telltale-look of tired disappointment with a sigh and over my knee, darling. He’ll ask what you’ve done wrong, will make you count, will leave you feeling so small, like an unruly child and not a fully grown adult - it’s a great way to keep you edge, to never let you forget who is in charge here, no matter how much time passes and in how many gifts he showers you.

And if it’s really dire - you get the belt. 

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I always waver on this one. We know from the story that he isn’t afraid of planning, slowly building, waiting - Operation Utopia was a goddamn mammoth and he has the patience to wait on you for years and years to make it perfect - but. Doesn’t he deserve something soft? Someone to come home to? And what good is all that plotting and lying in wait and watching if he could have had you by that point already?He definitely won’t go ‘alright, that one’s spouse-shaped, put them in the bag’ when he sees you for the first time but he won’t wait too long for you either. Just long enough to gain sufficient intel, to get to know you a little better, to make your disappearance as smooth and seamless as possible. I’m not trying to sound harsh, but not only does he not want to wait too long - there are also other, more important things to do? He can’t spend months upon months learning about you inch by inch, he has an Ancient Weapon to seize and a country to overthrow. You can’t be mad at him when he pulls the plug at a certain moment and simply takes what he wants. It’s really only logical.

#omg that was waaaaay too much fun. thank you for indulging me!! kiss for you... 💕 #tw.yandere #/crocodile #/one piece #yandere one piece #crocodile x reader

[imkillerbae]

Hello I hope you’re having a good day/night!

Not sure if your looking for request or ideas but thought I’d throw this out there in case you are.

Yoru and reader who recently got together get into an argument because he hardly acknowledges her in front of the others. Reader thinks it’s because he is ashamed of her. While in truth Yoru is just anxious about getting teased or causing reader to have a bad reputation or anything like that.

Anyways reader goes on a mission a few hours later, still angry, and gets seriously hurt. Once Yoru finds out, he freaks out. Angst to hurt/comfort

If you don’t like this then that’s fine and I don’t blame you at all XD.

Are you KIDDING ME? I LOVE THIS IDEA. But damn, ya’ll like angst a lil too much it’s concerning. Thankfully I enjoy making them so that makes me worse. We’re all mentally ill here in the imkillerbae blog. And yes, I am looking for requests. Keep requesting!! It keeps me motivated.

Weak (Part 1) (Valorant Yoru x Fem!Reader)

Part 2

You picked your loadout for the mission, gripping the Vandal with so much force you can hear your gloves grinding against the metal, scratching the paint. You huffed and forced the clip inside the gun with a smack from your wrist, strapping it to yourself. Your eyebrows were still furrowed, ears almost releasing steam. Harbor and Viper look at each other, then back at you.

“Is everything alright kid?” Harbor asks with a smile, concerned. You blow your hair away from your face and clutch the gun tightly. “Yeah,” you spat.

Fuck Yoru. Fuck him. I hope he chokes on his own ego.

You thought it was a good thing, to leave for a mission carrying anger with you. You could’ve used it against the mirror agents, maybe shoot Yoru’s double in the head for good measure. But as fate would have it, that wasn’t the case.

A few hours ago, there was a mission briefing on the 3rd floor, in a large room with chairs placed around a long oval table. Large monitors were positioned on every side, as well as mission briefing papers. You were late because you had to attend to some personal needs of yours. Little did you know, the others that came too early were discussing something else.

“What did Brim say about Raze though?” You heard Phoenix ask. You hide behind the doorway and listen, smiling to yourself. You wanted to spook them.

“Well, let’s say that he wasn’t too happy at first. Not because he doesn’t support us, but because he doesn’t think it’s smart to have relationships with fellow agents. But of course, we know how much of a loverboy that old man is.” KJ giggled.

“Really? He’s not into us dating each other? That seems unfair.” Phoenix complains, and you can almost hear him pout. “It’s a big risk. A collapse in a relationship between people has a ripple effect. It’s not as linear as you think.” Sova comments.

“Well what about you and Y/N, Yoru? Does Brim know? At least he has a clue about me and Jett. Haven’t heard any comments though.”

As you heard that, you blushed. You and Yoru only started dating 2 weeks ago. Well, dating in its broadest sense. You and him shared mutual feelings for each other for a long time now, maybe even ever since you got into the protocol.

“Still below me in target practice? Cmon Y/N, I know you can do better,” he would tease, laying his elbow on your head just to further humiliate you with your shortness. You try to punch his side playfully, and he dodges, smirk getting wider.

“Wipe that smirk off of your face. You haven’t seen the last of me yet Yoru.” You rolled your eyes, smiling before turning to the range. “Wipe if off for me then,” he huffs, bending down and smiling to your face. You didn’t know whether you wanted to punch him or kiss him. Maybe a bit of both.

Somehow your banter turned into flirting, and before you knew it, he was confessing his love for you. That was two weeks ago, when you were both assigned to scout an area. You’ve known him for a while now, and you always knew him as curt and upfront. But that day, you saw him as someone who was shy, someone who was scared of his own heart.

“Sumanai. I don’t know why I feel this way, and I don’t wanna hassle you. But I can’t keep this to myself anymore. I’ve been meaning to tell you that I love you Y/N. I love you.”

Most importantly, someone who gathered up the courage to be vulnerable enough to hand their heart to someone else.

“We’re not a thing,” Yoru replied coldly to Phoenix, and you heard your heart shatter from the piercing words.

“Huh? Wait I thought you two were dating,” KJ sounded surprised, mainly because you told her everything about you and Yoru. “No? We’re not dating, where did you even get that idea.” He huffs, crossing his arms. “I don’t know? You guys are inseparable, you always look for each other, the nicknames? That kinda gave it away,” Phoenix reasons.

“Nope, nothing’s going on between us. Cmon guys, don’t be crazy.” You decided that you’ve heard enough and came out from behind the wall, smiling with gritted teeth. You didn’t see it, but Yoru tensed immediately as he heard you speak. You give them a smile, taking your seat next to Sova.

“Alright, ready up! Everyone take their seats,” Brimstone enters the room, Viper beside him. Sage was on vacation, you suddenly remember.

“Y/N?” KJ calls, eyeing you. Are you okay? She says with her eyes, and you nod. “Oh man, sorry, I didn’t mean to stir anything here. Was just curious, I swear.” Phoenix held his hands up as he sensed how tense Yoru was. He just made a huge mistake. He didn’t mean for you to hear those lies he made up.

He stood from his seat on the table to sit next to you but he was immediately stopped. “Gekko! Can you sit next to me please? I wanna play with Wingman before I deploy. To calm the jitters ya know?” You smiled at the green haired boy, and he eagerly smiles back. “Sure! Wingman likes you a lot anyways. Save me a seat buddy!” He releases Wingman, and he dashes across the table, saving the seat for Gekko. For a moment, you met eyes with Yoru, and he gave you a glare, while you returned it with a side-eye.

Yoru instead sits across you, but during the entire meeting, you did not look at him. You only hugged Wingman as he slept in your arms, listening to Brimstone and Gekko’s flustered mess of jokes. Yoru in turn just sat there, miserable, watching you flirt with a tennis ball. He wanted to kick Gekko’s head off his shoulders at that moment.

After the meeting, you immediately stood up from your seat (after excusing yourself from Gekko and Wingman of course) and quickly walked to the elevator, trying to avoid Yoru. He catches up with you as you enter it, pressing on the B1st floor button rapidly. As it closes, he slips in a teleportation orb in the elevator. And before you could blink, he was already towering over you.

“Don’t talk to me,” you spat, glaring at him with so much anger you could burn a hole in between his eyes. Your eyes watered as you glared, fists clenched and ready to hit him if he ever took a step closer. His look softens. He didn’t mean to hurt you.

“Y/N, listen—”

“Listen? Seriously?! I listened plenty an hour ago! ‘We’re not a thing,’ then what are we? What am I? Some sort of toy you play with when it’s convenient?”

“No you’re not. Listen, I didn’t want them to know—”

“I know damn well why. I’m not as strong as Skye, or as pretty as Neon. I’m the girl you settled for. I’m not enough to inflate that huge ego of yours.”

“What?” Now he was also getting angry, the blood rising from his neck. “Hang on, what the fuck are you implying? That I’m ashamed of you?” His voice rises, a fist landing above your head with a loud bang. You flinch, but don’t let it show.

“As if that wasn’t obvious already. You barely acknowledge me anytime we’re with the others but morph into someone else when we’re alone. Someone I don’t even think exists anymore.” You held back your tears as best as you can, voice quivering.

“You’re crazy,” Yoru accuses, and you gasp. The nerve of this asshole!

“Crazy? That’s rich coming from someone who confessed one minute and the next, he pretends I don’t exist.”

“When did this become about me? I’m trying to explain—”

“It’s always been about you! You, you, you! You’re selfish, egocentric and fucking heartless! I can’t even understand how you say ‘I love you’ without knowing the meaning of the word.” You snap at him, breathing hard.

He stares at you, eyes dark and clouded. He slowly retracts his arm and backs away from you, standing with closed fists. His blood was boiling in his head, he wanted to yell back. But he loved you too much to say anything hurtful. Why couldn’t you see that? And did you really see him that way?

The elevator chimes, and the door opens. It hangs there for a while until he spoke. “Fine. Think whatever the hell you want. I don’t care.” He says with gritted teeth. He quietly steps out of the elevator, leaving you there, silently weeping.

#valorant yoru #yoru x reader #valorant yoru x reader #valorant imagines #valorant #valorant headcanons #valorant yoru imagines #valorant yoru oneshot #valorant oneshots #valorant oneshot #yoru #fanfiction #valorant fanfiction #messages #requests

[ackermonie]

hiding away

request by @luna0713hunter : If…its not too much, may i request a gojo x female reader, where reader is dealing with some huge matters in her life and keeps on a strong face but one day when she's alone she breaks down and gojo finds her? something hurt/comfort,soft and sweet?

(The reader is one year younger than "toru and is a grade one sorcerer.)

Im sorry for the trouble,but im facing some major problems rn and i could use some comfort?

a/n: i hope im not too late, and i hope you’re doing better!! i’m actually going through a rough patch myself so writing this was comforting, so i hope it does the same for you!! i hope i did your request justice<3

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you’re strong. everyone knows so, you’ve proved so many, many times before, so it wasn’t unusual for the people around you to watch you maintain your position and keep a straight face when they know well just how much you’re enduring.

they must’ve either gotten used to it, or just plain got tired of trying to ask you if you need to talk or let something out, and you’re fine with that. in fact, that’s the whole damn point.

pressure eventually suffocates you more. you see your work eventually go south despite your constant attempts, and the higher ups only have you to blame.

and as much of a grade 1 sorcerer, you’re still human.

this was a test for your new breaking point. you were waiting, feeling the weight on your chest get heavier until you eventually have to explode, and you were oh so glad it happened when you were alone.

or thought you were alone, at least.

but it was dawn. you just received a couple of videos of a curse scene, blood everywhere, and the taunting, fresh crimson paints your failure in the cement.

you’re sat on your awfully empty bed, not bothering to reach for gojo’s side because you know you’ll be landing on nothing.

he’s been away for almost a week, held up somewhere in another continent, ripping you away from the only source of comfort you have.

you lock your phone, dropping it somewhere to your right, and your hands climb up to your face. you try your best to keep it in, to convince yourself that no, this can’t be where you break, but your brain spirals out of control.

and you can’t take it anymore. you just can’t. your body physically grows more shaky the more you keep your emotions locked in. you hide your face away from the emptiness around you, feeling the glass finally begin to crack, then it shatters all together.

once the first sob is out of your mouth, you can’t stop what follows. you bend down, silent tears involuntarily escaping past very heavy eyelids.

you think you’re finally at the point of hallucination when you feel the bed dip from your right. it wasn’t long after that a hand lands on your back while another tries to sit you up properly, and you, realizing that this touch is too vivid and familiar to be imagined, attempt to turn your face away. 

“no, baby,” you hear him say. “don’t hide from me.”

you shake your head, a sad whimper accidentally escaping your throat, and you try to push away from him.

he can’t see you like this. you can’t be like this.

“it’s just me,” he holds your hands down skillfully and moves you further towards him. “it’s only me, sweets. don’t hide from me.”

“i-i can’t!”

he tries to pull your face towards him, and you notice that his blindfold is off. you can’t help but gravitate towards the free sea within, helplessly letting him look deep within your soul as he asks.

“can’t what?” a thumb swipes at a soaked cheek. “talk to me.”

“i can’t…” you trail off, head shaking frantically as if to shake the emotions away. “i can’t do this anymore!”

“i know,” he nods, and your fingers wrinkle the material of his shirt. “keep talking.”

“i keep fuh-fucking trying, satoru,” you hiccup, eyes frantic, wide, exploding. “i keep trying over and over and fucking over again and it’s always fruitless. i end up getting blamed. i always end up-“

you stare at him, sadness and disappointment consuming you to the core as you spell the next words out loud.

you attempt a mocking shrug. “i always end up a failure.”

satoru’s lips turn downwards in some unexplainable emotion. “we both know this isn’t true.”

you shake your head, weak limbs once more attempting to pull away from the strongest arms, but they don’t budge.

“don’t turn away from me,” he says, but the softness of his voice makes more tears pool out of your tired eyes. “let yourself cry, y/n. at least allow yourself this.”

“i-i can’t, ‘toru,” you whimper. “i can’t just—“

“you can. you already are, and i’m right here. you can be as vulnerable as you want to be.” he nods when your features break once more, one heavy, massive sob breaking out of your chest. “i’ll always find you when you need me.”

he pulls your hands together at his nape, hands trailing from their and down to your waist where he pulls you on his lap, and that was your cue to loose the remaining of your composure.

he leans his back against the headrest. a hand is massaging your scalp while the other rubs up and down your back, and you let yourself cry in your lover’s arms.

“always, baby. always.”

#ackermonie writes #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x gender neutral reader #gojo angst #gojo hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #jjk imagines #jjk fanfic #gojo imagines #gojo drabbles #jjk #gojo fluff #jjk fluff

[oneatlatime]

Atla season two predictions

We're halfway through season 2! I did a post on my thoughts on the show and its characters when I reached the halfway point of season one. My thoughts are mostly the same, and there's only one new character of note (all hail Toph!), so I thought this time I'd mark the halfway point by taking wild stabs at predicting where the rest of the season is going to go. I'm going to try to do at least one prediction per character. This is entirely guesswork. Once the season is done I'll come back to this post and see how prescient/stupid I was. Without further ado...

The season finale will have Azula as the Big Bad and introduce the Fire Lord as the Big Bad for season three. This is exactly what happened in the finale of season one: Zhao was big bad and Azula was introduced. So less prediction, more extrapolating based on existing data. It was a winning formula in season one, so I'm hoping the writers will do it again. I'm also hoping that Azula will follow Zhao's fate because quite frankly I don't like her very much. Tl;dr, Azula and her crew will get swallowed by a giant badger mole spirit.

Toph is getting a subplot. She feels like a character with nothing left to work on, and now that Aang can earthbend, her purpose is accomplished. So she needs another purpose in the story. That, or they're going to leave her behind at some point. I wonder if she's in season three? She'd better be. So either Toph is going to remain a character with no need of an arc, in which case her subplot will revolve around something she already excels at, or the writers are going to throw a curve ball and reveal a heretofore unknown weakness that she's going to have to work around. If it's the former, my money is on one of the idiots from the pro-bending tournament hunting her down to avenge their humiliating defeat at her hands. If it's the latter, my guess would be something intellectual that plays on her high society background. Political intrigue? Spy work? A cult? Maybe she finds out that her parents are colluding with the fire nation? Tl;dr SuperToph, somehow.

Appa comes back. This is not a prediction, this is a DEMAND. He breaks free of his captors (seriously, he went down way too easy), runs away into the wilds of the earth kingdom, and following some innate air bison sense, stumbles upon a lost colony of his fellow bison who escaped Sozin's genocide. (and have somehow remained entirely undiscovered for a century despite being each the size of a house and able to fly to boot well the earth kingdom's got a lot of empty spaces just go with it) They spend a few weeks chilling until Appa gets found. Season three can end with Appa's Air Bison Hunny showing up with a baby sky bison. Tl;dr Papa Appa.

Project Make Zuko Decent gets a new CEO. The current one sucks. Some new character is going to be introduced to provide Zuko with both the motivation and the guidance to become a decent person. Iroh's had a season and a half and made pretty much no progress; Zuko's spent all of season two trying, and has made himself somehow worse. Maybe not worse, but certainly more worn out. Time for new blood. I'd like to think that this show is above cliche, but let's be honest, it's going to be a love interest. They tried it with a kid brother in Zuko Alone and it didn't work. So some nice earth kingdom girl. Like Song, but with more backbone. Maybe she's really good at swords. They can bond over that. I feel like Zuko would be easier to connect with over something he knows he's good at. It would be less fraught than bonding over bending. She also lost her mother to the fire nation; they can bond over that too. The writers laid the groundwork in Zuko Alone, might as well use it. The more Zuko can empathise, the faster he'll get decent. I hate to see a character who exists solely for 'Man Pain' or 'Man Growth,' but let's be honest, Zuko is not self-aware enough to grow without some major hand-holding, and Iroh isn't volunteering. I know that Zuko is on the cover of my season three DVD so his 'get decent' arc has to be complete by the end of season two. Tl;dr Zuko gets schooled.

Sokka has been underutilised this season (as has Katara), so he's going to get something major. The Library set him up to lead the gang to that Earth Kingdom town who's name I forget so they can share the date of the eclipse with the king, but you know Aang isn't budging until they get Appa back. So for the next few episodes, Sokka will be in Master Tracker Mode, using all the skills he learned at the South Pole and more to rescue Appa. There can be flashbacks to him learning the skill from his dad/grandfather/uncles/Bato, then flash forward to see him applying that skill successfully, adapting it to a different climate and incorporating insights he's gained since the show started. We had Zuko Alone, now I want Sokka Alone with the ghosts of his family. Although I don't think Aang would be willing to sit out on Appa retrieval, so Aang's going to have to be urgently needed for Avatar reasons right when Sokka stumbles on the clue that is the key to finding Appa. The group splits and reunites to see the earth kingdom king, Sokka triumphant and Appa in tow. Tl;dr Sokka channels Liam Neeson with probably a lower body count.

Momo is going along with Sokka for aerial reconnaissance.

Katara needs something juicy too. She's mastered waterbending, so her growth has to be personal rather than skills-based. Maybe she gets her world view challenged? Maybe she meets an evil earth kingdom or water tribe person? Evil to the core; she's already met bunches from both nations who are stupid/malicious. Hang on - I forgot about Jet. So she meets an evil water tribe person. In the earth Kindgom. Somehow. Maybe she meets a good fire nation person? How about a fire nation healer/doctor/army medic? Someone who can show her that firebending isn't all bad. Can you heal with any element other than water? I have no idea, but it would be cool if you could. If you really want to challenge her, a fire nation firebending healer who is genuinely compassionate to people of all nations, but who is also proud to be a fire nation citizen and fond of their nation. That would REALLY confuse her. Doubly so if there's some healing technique that she desperately needs to learn from this person. Katara seems like the type to think that one person = one opinion, and that there is only one right opinion, ever, in all things, and that is hers. Show her someone complex, hypocritical, layered, but still a force for overall good. Tl;dr let's torture Katara.

Aang! It's been a while since his duties as Avatar have conflicted with his personal convictions. Actually, it's been a while since his duties as Avatar have come up at all, apart from training and getting chased for being the Avatar. Aang is going to encounter some problem that can only be fixed by an Avatar, likely something like the giant panda from season one. Maybe pissing off the Owl spirit causes unrest in the spirit world? Maybe Aang's going to have to fight a war on two fronts: fire nation v. other nations and spirit world v. physical world? Or maybe Aang's going to have to mediate in a spirit world civil war? Aang's got enough friends in the spirit world that maybe the giant panda and his friends take offence to the owl mouthing off about the avatar and it snowballs from there? It seems to me that pissing off a spirit is the kind of mistake that should have consequences beyond that spirit's episode. And this need for the Avatar comes up just when there's a solid lead on Appa, so Aang has to learn to delegate the Appa-finding to his friends while he's off saving the world. Tl;dr Aang has to do some Avataring.

Iroh needs to get his act together and come up with a better plan than following Zuko at a safe distance. This is more of a wish than a prediction, because Iroh's still very much a big old question mark to me. It's easier to predict what the child/teenage characters are going to do, because apart from maybe Toph, they have limited and already defined means. But Iroh's lived decades. He could very easily have resources, skills, connections, knowledge etc. that viewers haven't seen yet that he could call on at any time. He could pull anything out of the blue and I'd believe it, because that's how the world works when you're a sociable person who knows how to talk your way into things and has spent decades doing so. There have to be some earth kingdom collaborators around from his invading days who could be blackmailed/flattered into helping Iroh and Zuko get back on their feet. Tl;dr Iroh phones a friend. I can see the plot for the rest of the season ending in three ways:

A)Sokka's news about the eclipse causes the earth king to arrange a direct strike on the fire nation capital, killing Azula in the finale. The fire lord escapes, Azula gets promoted to fire nation martyr, and the war enters a new, worse, heightened, far more scorched earth/bloodthirsty state at the start of season three.

B) The Earth King says "yeah kid, we've had star charts for millennia, we know about the eclipse, they know about the eclipse, it'll be the one time their defences are at their absolute highest, this plan is dumb as hell, go away." This is the one I think is most likely.

C) News of the eclipse never reaches the earth king, because it turns out that unless the local king is your nonagenarian former best friend, getting a royal audience is hard if you're a water tribe nobody, and maybe his friend is the Avatar, but he's also twelve, and even in a kid's cartoon letting twelve year olds have a say in national policy is a bit of a stretch. The eclipse nonsense remains a one-episode occurrence that was just the set up required for Appa's Appa-napping, and the rest of the season is spent de-Appa-napping Appa, until a surprise appearance by Zuko jr. and her girlies in the finale.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #season 2

[everybodyshusband]

staring in adoration

mushy may ; day ten !! (approx. 900 words)

it's an aether/dew college au !! :D

read under the cut or on ao3 :)

Dewdrop’s hair is falling over his eyes. He should really tie it up, Aether thinks; especially if he’s planning on studying for another few hours.

When he’s studying, Dewdrop is a sight to behold; all messily tied back hair, scrunched brows of concentration, and his tongue stuck between his teeth, poking out of his lips ever so slightly. And, of course, it would be remiss of Aether to not take in Dewdrop’s impeccably dressed form—compression shirt, grandpa vest tucked into ripped, black jeans, and boots; he insists that in order to feel put-together enough to study effectively, he needs to look put-together, and fuck, does he ever—and the reading glasses perched so delicately on his nose, in constant danger of slipping off from how buried Dewdrop is in his notes. Rightfully so, they’ve got finals coming up. Aether really should be studying too, but he’d much rather be enraptured by how pretty Dewdrop is like this.

Dewdrop finishes writing a sentence, checking his notes with his textbook and looks up at Aether, that one strand of hair flopping even further in front of his face; he doesn’t bother to fix it, even as he pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “What are you staring at?”

Aether is snapped out of his trance. “Hmm? O– oh, um, you, actually.”

Dewdrop gives him a look over his glasses. “Seriously? We have finals in a week, dude. Keep it in your pants.” He bends back down over his text book muttering to himself. “I know I’m hot, but honestly. Fucking hell.” Dewdrop’s care and passion for his own—and Aether’s—learning shouldn’t ignite anything inside Aether, but alas, it does. At least he knows that Dewdrop will refuse him if he asks, so fully engrossed in his study he is, he’ll insist that Aether put that… uh, energy to something productive, like studying for his exams. The knowledge helps quell the warmth in his abdomen; although, not by much.

“Woah! Hey, not like that!” Aether cries indignantly, as loud as he dares in the otherwise silent library. “I just– You’re really beautiful, Dew…”

Dewdrop looks up from his books, a soft blush covering his cheeks. “Oh.” He finally swipes the rouge hair out of his face, giving Aether an even better view of his perfect visage. “Thank– thank you.” He ducks his head down to his books again; out of flustered embarrassment this time, not mock frustration, Aether notes with glee. From this angle, Aether can see the way Dewdrop’s eyelashes fan out over his cheeks, and he can predict the exact moment that one strand of hair will fall in front of Dewdrop’s face all over again. He watches as Dewdrop puffs a small breath in its direction, trying to blow it out of his face to no avail. He might as well throw his study materials in the bin at this rate, if he could make a career out of staring at his partner all day—instead of whatever pointless discipline he’s chosen that he should be studying right now—he would.

It continues like that for a while; Dewdrop getting lost in the rhythm of study, Aether attempting to do the same but ultimately getting distracted by how fucking gorgeous Dewdrop looks like this, Dewdrop chastising him for paying attention to him instead of his books, Aether complimenting him, Dewdrop getting flustered, and then loosing himself in his studies all over again.

By the time Dewdrop announces he’s finished for the day and begins packing up, Aether stares down at his notes and realises he’s written down all of one page; they’ve been here for at least five hours.

Dewdrop glances down at Aether’s page and chuckles quietly. “Maybe you should study with someone else tomorrow, Aeth. I don’t wanna be the reason you fail all your exams.”

“But you’re so pretty when you study,” Aether whines. “Your face gets all furrowed when you concentrate and I just wanna…” Aether takes Dewdrop’s cheeks in his hands and squishes his face, cackling at Dewdrop’s distinctly unamused expression.

“Are you done?” The question comes out slightly garbled, thanks to Aether’s hold on his face. It’s horribly captivating.

“Nope!” Aether announces with glee, peppering soft kisses all over Dewdrop’s face, starting with that little place where his eyebrows furrow the deepest, and ending with a slow, gentle kiss on his lips.

Dewdrop reciprocates it, now that he’s no longer caught up in his books. He sighs into the kiss, and allows Aether to take, opening his mouth further to encourage Aether to deepen it. He brings his arms around Aether’s neck, no doubt he’s standing on his tiptoes in order to do it, and that fact alone is enough to make Aether start kissing him with a newer urgency. Before they can get any further however…

“Oh, thank fuck you guys are still here!” Sunshine holds out a stack of flash cards, effectively breaking their make-out session apart before it can become anything else.

(It’s probably a good thing Sunshine interrupted them when she did. Aether forgot they were in a library, and that, theoretically, anyone could have walked in on them. He’s just glad it was Sunshine and not Swiss; he would have teased him and Dewdrop for weeks if he’d found them.)

“Quiz me, won’t you?”

#mushy may #day ten baybee !!! :D #college au #been toying with the idea in my brain for a while so... it's short but here we are >:) #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #husband ficlets

[lemon-wedges]

Just wanted to ask (and feel free to not answer), but how do you draw so much so quickly? I'm always impressed by how fast you doodle or paint. Also, wanted to say that I appreciate your Barok and DGS art as a whole.

and with this ask i have finally reached an artist milestone 😭

Well theres a short answer and a REALLY long answer (which ill put under cut when i get there).

short answer: practice + refs

which.....can be an annoying thing to hear. And as someone who studies art and has bought a LOT of online courses trying to figure out how industry people can just churn out work like nothing. it feels like a let down every time i find out their big secret. just practice and photo refs. Every. Single. Time.

LONG ANSWER:

its how you studying your refs. heres how i do mine

sorry if this is rambly. but ill try my best to at least be clear. BUT THIS is the EXACT way i taught myself how to be quicker.

I do not know if youve taken any art classes but essentially one of the ways to study gesture drawing is by first tracing ur photo ref to get a sense of the flow/proportions of the body. youve probably seen a billion of these tutorials floating around:

So last year around hmmmm june/july? i was NOT looking to get better at my anatomy or gesture. i was actually trying to get better at clothes. but my problem was it took me so long to draw out a figure (which i was fine with cause i liked how my people looked at the time) that i could never really just focus clothing part.

So i told myself look. ur not looking to draw in this style like this forever. so for now SIMPLIFY SIMPLIFY SIMPLIFY!!!! I WANT THE BAREBONES OF A HUMAN HERE TO MAKE A MANIQUIEN FOR CLOTHES OK

but how do i do that....

Im gonna use this piece as an example from my rise and yosuke fashion palooza month. FIRST u see i got all my photo refs together. i like those poses on the right and i want to switch out the clothes for the other ones i picked out. i trace out my poses. kind of like the tutorial up top but since this is about draping i was focused the exact places their waist/arms/legs/etc would bend.

and like the tutorial u turn off the photo ref and do a drawing based off that traced piece.

then i would turn on my refs and add on my clothes

And after a month of just doing that over and over and over. i was surprised to find that figures and poses were so much easier to understand when i would break them down like this. and once u get familiar with them the faster and more confidently you'll draw them.

I and still do this btw. heres my otasune from the last week

i used photo refs for all my sketches. if i cant find anything online to match what i want i just take photos of myself. and some might say well arent u just relying on reference TOO much?

AND AGAIN take it from someone who has spend a lot of money buying classes from their fav artists in the industry. The Secret of how they churn out so much cool work so fast always turns out to be this. practice and photo refs.

Every. Single. Time.(tho this is omitting a lot. im not getting into like they way they stylize their art work. that actually the fastest and funnest thing to do once u have ur base down)

Now PAINTING

The thing is, i dont actually post up all my work on this blog. So theres a ton of stuff you havent seen me do. These are some paintings i did 2 years ago for a class.

I already know how to pick my values and set up lighting. When you see me painting my figures now. i am not focused on learning these basics im actually just honing a technique.

you might see me post readmores with these kinds of wips. I lay in all my colors and lighting with the lasso tool. ALL THE MAJOR DECSIONS ARE DONE HERE

(the little miniature i add on the side basically tells me what the overall feeling is going to be when i blend in the lineart to be cohesive with my colors) ( also if you had any questions on my prepainting process tho. feel free to ask!!!)

and if you compare this wip to my finished piece youll actually find that i dont stray that far from what i've laid in.

everything happening at THIS stage is about feeling out how i want the textures to blend with one another and getting funky with some brush strokes.

and thats it? im not sure if any of this is helpful but if anything. i hope you come away from this feeling like what ive been doing here is nothing special. "THATS IT???? THATS ALL THERE IS??? well i could have done that :T"

exactly man. you can do ALL OF THIS aND MORE!!! I BELIEVE IN U :D

but ill let this be the last thing i leave u with my friend: my barok sketch and the refs i used for his boobies

#asks #ITS A LONG BOI #art advice #?

[daboyau]

@tmntstorycomp

(I hope I characterized Massy okay….)

The smell of old tomes and dust is almost comforting in its familiarity. It reminds Four of better days, when Draxum still treated them as children instead of weapons. He would gather them together before bed to read to them most nights, tales of ancient yokai and how their world was before the humans had forced them underground. Wandering through the rows and rows of towering bookshelves now makes him smile, running his fingertips along dusty spines, eyes scanning over titles in languages both foreign and familiar. It’s strange, how such a distant memory can make a strange place feel familiar. 

“Oh, there is no way,” he hears his brother muttering as he scales the shelves, and he smiles to himself when he hears him let out a delighted shriek. Two tumbles to the ground from almost nine feet up, landing on all fours like a cat before popping to his feet and hoisting a massive tome into the air with a crow of, “First edition!”

“Could you please be quiet?” One hisses, eyes darting around like he’s expecting someone to appear at any moment to kick them out. Four can’t blame him; he feels the same. Like any moment this might end. 

It’s been too good to be true, really. Everyone has been so nice, and they’ve gotten to explore the seemingly endless halls and rooms of the competition arena. Well, arena is maybe the wrong word. It’s way too cozy for such a harsh title, and their competitors far too friendly! Even though his brothers have been so suspicious and uncertain, Four has been having a good time meeting new people as they explore. Everyone seems so happy here, handing out treats with smiles, or wanting to talk to them, or showing off cool outfits! It’s fun!

Still, he can’t ignore the slight prickling sensation he gets at the back of his shell sometimes. The uncomfortable feeling of being watched and judged, like they are nothing more than someone’s entertainment. He can’t deny that sometimes, when they wander down deserted corridors that go on and on without a single bend or twist only to end up emerging right back where they started, the reminder that they are prisoners here until their time runs out makes his blood run cold. 

For as much as they’ve been all but trapped at Draxum’s fortress for his whole life, at least there he’d been able to see the chance at freedom. All they had to do was get bigger and stronger, and once they were, they could start going to the surface to begin the kill-all-humans plan! Plus, sometimes Draxum took them with him when he went to the Hidden City when they were little! Four still remembers how colorful and full of life it had been. Those trips had been what made him understand more about why their creator wanted to protect the yokai and let them go aboveground again. 

For as nice as this place is, and as fun as it’s been to meet so many new people, it does make him feel a little fidgety if he thinks about it too much. So it’s probably better not to think about it, right? He could let One do all the worrying for him! 

He giggles at the thought and scurried over to climb his biggest brother’s shell. One chuffs his displeasure, but Four can feel the way he’s smiling when he rubs their cheeks together. It’s nice to be able to show his brothers how much he loves them without having to worry about Draxum seeing them. He’s spent more time with them this last week than he’s been able to for years! He can forgive all the creepy feelings this place sometimes gives him for that reason alone. 

“You two are adorable, really,” Three drawls, his eyes dark and darting around the space despite his light and teasing tone. Two’s head snaps up when he hears his designation, though he immediately goes back to burying his nose in the book once he realizes his batch-mate isn’t addressing him. Three crosses his arms and cocks a hip. “Maybe we could move somewhere a little easier to guard, though.” 

“You worry too much,” Four whines over the sound of One agreeing with Three’s suggestion. His voice sounds all hollow and strange in the quiet of the library shelves, swallowed up by the old pages and worn leather. He leans back dramatically, and One grumbles as he catches his ankle and holds him in place so he won’t go tumbling backwards off his shell or accidentally poke an eye out on a spike. Four grins as he lays upside down, braced between ridges and kept safe by One’s careful hold. The touch sends prickles of phantom pain up his leg, but he does his best to ignore it. The wounds are all healed already, so One doesn’t need to know that his hand is right over where the Counsel Yokai had started cutting during their first testing session. It’s okay! He’s okay! No need to make his brother feel bad! 

He fights to keep his voice bright and cheerful as he says, “Two agrees with me, right?” 

Four sits up to perch on One’s shoulder just in time to see his brother look up from his book again, blinking as his eyes dart between the three of them, trying to assess without having paid attention to the conversation who he should be agreeing with. Four gives him his best pleading expression. Two just shrugs and mumbles, “Three’s probably right about whatever it is.”

“Betrayal!” Four gasps as Three and One both turn to give him smug looks. He tips backwards once again, groaning dejectedly, and One sighs as he reaches to catch his ankle again. Four does his best not to flinch. 

“Two, you have five minutes to gather whatever books you want. Then we’re finding somewhere less exposed for you to read in.”

One’s voice leaves no room for argument now that a decision has been made, but Two still whines. Should’ve sided with Four, if he didn’t want to leave. 

“Play stupid games, get stupid prizes,” Four hums to himself, twisting a little to make himself more comfortable. The blood is all rushing to his head, making him feel a little spinny. It’s good training, probably, but more than that it’s fun. It makes him smile and he can feel the small, contented rumblings One is making when he’s pressed this close. 

He squirms a little more, and right when he is getting as comfortable as he can be, his eyes fall upon a new figure lurking at the end of the aisle. Four doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, just to make sure that this isn’t just another competitor passing by, but in the span between one blink and the next, the other turtle has gotten closer. He moves with the easy confidence of a predator, despite the peppy little bounce in his steps. This is someone who is powerful—or at least someone who wants them to think he is.

“Oh,” Four says, and that is enough to silence the bickering and have his brothers immediately on guard. One whirls around to face the newcomer, releasing his hold on Four’s ankle as he does. Four uses the momentum of the turn to push himself fully off his brother’s shell, avoiding the spikes as he twists through the air and lands in a crouch. Two and Three have moved to flank One, but Four hangs towards the back of the formation, guarding their rear and keeping an eye on the surrounding shelves in case an ambush comes from the back or from above. 

“Stupid games, stupid prizes, huh?” the newcomer says, voice loud and tipped with a mocking edge. Four frowns and risks a glance back towards the stranger, almost certain he recognizes their voice. A beat, and then his eyes go wide when he realizes he recognizes him. 

“You!” he shouts, and the word gets swallowed up again by the books stacked neatly all around them. Still, judging by the way his brothers turn to stare at him with the dumb expressions they wear when they’re trying not to laugh, they all heard the way his voice had cracked.

“Me!” the black masked turtle repeats, grinning widely, eyes bright and shining. Despite that, though, Four can’t help but think that he doesn’t really look very happy at all. It kind of reminds him a little bit of the way Three smiles when he’s trying to pretend like everything’s okay, or even Four’s own too-wide grins when he’s doing his best to keep his brothers happy. He pushes aside the little swell of curiosity and sympathy, and instead pushes past his brothers to point at the other turtle. Two raises a brow ridge, but silently moves to guard the rear in his stead.

“You’re the one who brought us all here!” he accuses, stepping closer and lifting onto his toes to try to get face to face with the other turtle. He’s probably only a few years older than them, same as a lot of the other turtle mutants here, but he seems…different than the others. Timeless, yet stuck exactly how he is now.

One snarls and catches the lip of Four’s shell, pulling him back a couple steps before he can shove a finger into their captor’s face. Probably for the best; for all they know, this guy could be a biter, like Two. Four doesn’t really want to find out whether they can regrow a finger once it’s been bitten off inside a library. The blood would probably stain the books!

“Wow, you remembered something vital to the lore,” their captor says instead of trying to defend himself or deny it, snorting out a sarcastic almost-laugh. A shoulder lifts in a little half shrug and he splays his hands out to the side, giving them a wiggle like he’s celebrating something. The comic book clutched in his hand rustles as the pages flutter with the motion. “Congratulations!”

Unlike them, his voice doesn’t seem to disappear into the pages surrounding them. It echoes and amplifies, like the whole world wants to listen in and is bending reality to make it happen. That uncomfortable, prickling feeling of being watched tickles at the back of his neck again. Four bites his tongue, tasting blood, trying to resist the urge to shudder. He doesn’t want anyone else to know how much the strange feeling affects him.

“What do you want?” One asks. His voice is low and dangerously calm. It doesn’t seem like the black masked turtle notices or cares about the unspoken threat in the way One’s fists curl, or how he bares his fangs. 

“That’s for me to know, and you to…probably not find out, actually!” he singsongs, and in the hand not carrying the comic book, he twirls a pen. The way it flips and spins is almost hypnotic, and Four has to bite down a little harder to find the strength to look away.

Three moves a little closer, and Four watches the way his head tips from the corner of his eye as his brother assesses the situation. Always searching for weaknesses and ways out. It’s part of what he was made for, after all. His eyes roam from the comic book, to the pen, to the necklace tied around his neck. The pendant sways back and forth slowly, strangely soundless as it brushes against his plastron. 

“Are you going to hurt us?” Four asks, trying to keep those yellow eyes focused on him and away from Three. His hands flex at his side, wishing for weapons. His claws will have to do, if it comes down to a fight. The black masked turtle’s smile falters at his question, the briefest flicker of surprise, and maybe a little hurt, too. It’s like he never even considered that that might be a concern. It makes Four feel a little bit better, actually. As quick as it was there, though, that flicker is gone. Their captor tips his head back to laugh, careless as he exposes his throat to them. Three’s arm flashes out across One’s chest, keeping him from lunging for the opening presented. 

Against his plastron, the black skull pendant sparks a sickly green. It reminds Four a little bit of the empyrean that Draxum collects each month. He doesn’t like it. Before he can think much more about it, though, the laughter cuts off just as quickly as it came on, and the silence left in its wake seems to ring. 

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” he says, head still tipped back. His teeth are bared in a smile, but there’s something distant and haunted in his eyes as his words disappear into the shadows of the impossibly tall ceilings above them. 

Four can’t help but wonder if the answer is just as much of a mystery to Massy as it is to the rest of them. 

#tmntstorycomp #comp propaganda #Rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #leave/remain au #My writing #i get nervous writing other people’s characters lol #I almost didn’t share this but fuck it we ball #Leave AU Extras

[chowaya]

pyro!john allerdyce x fem!reader

PIERCING EARS

" WILL THIS BE QUICK? "

" yup. "

" Are you sure you know how to do this? "

" yeah. "

" Have you done this to anyone else? "

At the question, your own face told on you— curling up in an expression enough to tell your boyfriend. Who then backs his head away from your hands, still holding the ice pack to his ear with a widened eyes.

" What? "

" Can you really pierce ears? " John Allerdyce asked with much concern as he sat on your closed toilet seat, with your shadow looking over him as you stood.

The general reason why you're both in the toilet ready to pierce/get pierced was because of your boyfriend's sudden curiosity to your own piercings, all-lined up funky jewelry dangling across your ears.

The conversation of you two just chatting went from your taste in jewelry to how you got them done and stuff. Proudly, you announced earlier how you did them yourself. So here you are.

" I pierced myself. What lessons or mistakes you think I'm supposed to learn have been done and learnt. " You tried to reassure him of your specialities, you then pointed to your own ears. " I didn't achieve all of this in a night, okay? I did them one by one. Got some infections on the earlier ones but then I did better- they turned out better. "

Letting his fingers, reach and swipe your hair behind them and he gently grazes his fingers across the shell of your ears. He had a habit of doing this, and you always felt squeamish from it.

Squirming from his touch, you set down your tools first somewhere that was already cleaned. Having already sanitized the counter before having done this. " Hey, you don't have to bend for this, alright? "

" You don't have to trust me enough to completely do it, that's totally fine. You don't have to play along or act bravely, these things are permanent- they might heal or they won't. We can go get it done by a professional if you want, tomorrow is alright." Your hands then went to cup his face, mirroring the same habits of grazing the shell of your ears.

John could look at you with such endearment, you knew he loved it when you held him like this. He knows you do it because you want him to feel safe— " It's your choice. "

" I'm so inlove with you, woman. " You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden comment, even he laughed along as well. His warm hands touching yours, you smugly smiled. " Oh, I know. "

" Yeah, but I want to get them done today. So you do it. " You nodded, trailing away your hands to reach for the needle and his Zippo lighter. " Alright. Are your ears numb enough? "

" Hm-mph, " He hummed, holding up an ice pack to his ear before pulling it back to his lap. " Okay, put the dapple behind your ear and you'll then feel a light pinch. "

As he did what's he was told, you lit up the sharp needle with the small trickling flame of his lighter then shutting it close with a click before inching closer to him. Whispering, " If something's wrong, tell me. "

" Yeah, yeah, i hear you. "

" Good. " As the sharp end punctured his flesh, you saw his expression curled on its own. And voila! A black stud had accessories one of his ears, you then moved to the next one. And you were done.

" You have to leave it one for at least. . a week, even then I don't recommend sleeping on your sides. " You commented as he got up to check them in the mirror, tilting his head side to side as the ends of his mouth curled slightly. " And wash it a few times with salt water so it doesn't get affected, I'll help you with that. "

He turned to you with a content look. And you smiled back, leaning across the wall behind you with arms crossed. " You goin' to show off my work to Drake? "

" Totally. " He inched closer with a step closer, " But before that. . . " He trailed off, as warm familiar lips went to meet yours in a long lasting peck, " Thank you. " He whispered.

You warmly smiled, " You're welcome. "

#john allerdyce #pyro #xmen #x2 #john allerdyce x reader #lol when i suddenly transfrom from reader to writer when there's a lack of fanfiction or specifics that i want

[miloscat]

[Review] The Legend of Korra (PS3)

A budget Avatar game done right.

Platinum Games are well known as specialists in "character action" games, flashy brawlers with tight controls. Around this time in the studio's life (2014-2016) they cranked out a few smaller licensed games like Transformers Devastation, a Ninja Turtles game, and this. These are normally seen as lesser compared to their flagship titles but they still have a solid gameplay core, and compared to some other Avatar games I've played recently this one really shines.

I've been rewatching Korra for the first time since its broadcast and absolutely loving it. The ideal for a tie-in game like this is a new story, so I was pleased to see new events in this poorly-titled game taking place between Books 2 and 3... now, the actual gap between seasons of the show is small, but they managed to squeeze a little week-long adventure in there. The settings and array of baddies to beat up are very much rehashed from Books 1 and 2, but a new antagonist with a wacky reveal gives it some spice.

After Korra is ambushed in the streets of Republic City, she finds her bending once again blocked. A creepy old wizard man has nefarious plans for her, and she travels through the new Spirit Wilds districts, to Air Temple Island, to the South Pole, and eventually into the Spirit World to stop him. He can summon dark spirits but has also coerced Equalists, paid off Triads, and acquired mecha tanks to stop her. It's a small, self-contained story but comes with some nice cutscenes animated well in the style of the show by American studio Titmouse.

The voice acting is also authentic with the show's actors returning... although, the budget scope is indicated here again. Jinora shows up in spirit form to give exposition, and there are minor appearances by Tenzin, Mako, Bolin, and Shiro Shinobi the pro bending commentator with a few lines each, but most of the time Korra is just talking to herself. The creative staff on the show also were involved, with the show's writing and art leads contributing the story, writing, and character design.

As for the gameplay, it works very well. Korra has her four bending styles that are unlocked gradually, each one giving you different options: for example, waterbending allows for ranged attacks, earthbending is slow and powerful, fire is fast, and airbending comes last and has totally OP area effect attacks. Each style has its own experience bar that unlocks new moves, and you can customise further with some powerful modifiers bought from Iroh's shop (get the health regen comb asap!). Aside from the four fighting styles, guard countering is very important, as well as knowing when to dodge and the occasional mini-QTE against bender characters. Another central mechanic is chi charging, where you can hold an attack button to charge up and fill your chi bar, which then powers up all your attacks before it drains. It's a little risk-reward thing but managing your bar becomes essential and makes for an interesting balance during combat sequences.

Between all the knocking heads, there's some light exploration and platforming. The structure of levels reminded me of Platinum's recent World of Demons: pretty straightforward with some short side paths for goodies, only more developed and three-dimensional. There's occasional pro bending segments, that use a stripped-down control scheme, as well as a side mode where you play out a series of bouts. There's also Naga sequences presented as three-lane 3D autorunners, which are a decent change of pace (although I did spend a torturous hour or two doing the triple-mecha tank Naga-back boss fight in Extreme mode). They're a million times better than the animal-riding bits in Quest for Balance, at least.

Although Platinum are known for their demanding action games, there are plenty of concessions here that make Korra accessible, from difficulty select to the shop's talismans that can give you a leg up. You still get ranked on each battle but I didn't have much trouble doing well, especially after unlocking the better combos and items. Most of the time I didn't find it harsh unless I'd chosen the specific tradeoffs that made it rougher, and dying is only penalised by starting the current fight over again.

This is pretty much one of the best Avatar games out there; a strong gameplay foundation, authenticity in presentation, a little sprinkling of fanservice here and there, doesn't overstay its welcome... too bad it was delisted a mere three years after release! It was on PC as well as both the PS3 and PS4 generation consoles, although I didn't have a PS4 in 2014 when I bought it so I dusted off my PS3 for this. It performed very well despite being "last-gen" at the time, and barely feels dated technologically even now. There must be a way to pirate it, hopefully, and I recommend it for Korra fans. Otherwise, there's a 37-minute video that stitches the cutscenes together with short bridging gameplay snippets that I'd recommend. Either way, don't miss it!

#the legend of korra #avatar #avatar the last airbender #avatar the legend of korra #platinum games #review #ps3

[rykno-j]

Ignorance (j/jk)

Summary: a new AC is installed to their shared dorm, and g/eto is (unfortunately) sensitive to the cold temperature

Ship: s/atos/ugu- they sleep together so its pretty established

Notes: i noted s/hoko calls g/ojo and g/eto by their surnames in the anime so i'll be keeping it the same way here.

the fic was just supposed to be g/eto falling sick due to the temperature, but it took a turn at the end where g/ojo experiences what a cold is for the first time.

3.2k words.

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"Waahh- It feels so much better in our room now.. Seriously, why didn't we ask for this sooner?"

"We never needed it before, it never used to be this warm."

"Ahh, ah yeah. It's because of global warming."

Geto opened his mouth to argue that it was due to them sleeping huddled together, buried in each others embrace that caused the heat, but he decided to keep quiet.

Satoru has recently invited him to sleep over permanenly, and after a few weeks, they decided to send in a request for an aircon.

In all honesty, Geto was fine with the temperature. But Gojo would wake up and complain about the heat, ending their hug. Geto was getting annoyed with it.

So now it whirled overhead.

Geto had not been able to sleep well, he admits this to himself only. He had never been too good with low temperatures, with the way his nose would start to run and with the way an itch would form at the back of his increasingly dry throat.

Tonight was no different. Despite being under the blanket and cuddled from behind, Geto found himself shivering.

It wasn't violent enough to wake Gojo up, though. Geto doubted anything would wake the other up anyway. They had tired each other out after a whole night of activity, the weight of Gojo's fingers still somewhat lingering over his wrists.

Geto stares at the small green light of the aircon. Too cold. It was way too cold.

He inhales sharply as gojo hugs him tighter from behind. Right. Satoru had a habit of doing that.

Unfortunately, the wave of cold air that entered his lungs was quite unwelcomed. Geto could feel it tickling his airways.

"..hih-N'Gxt!!"

He didn't remember it being this bad the first day the aircon got installed. It had to be his lack of sleep. More than that, his throat had been uncharacteristically dry since a few days ago

Geto swallowed as a way to test the waters. No pain. He was fine, at least for now.

Pulling the blanket up to his chin, Geto exhaled, feeling the warm of his breath against his cheek. He's fine.

Morning rolled around much faster than he had anticipated.

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"Ohayo Suguruu--"

Geto felt Gojo rubbing his head against his chest, bright blue eyes staring straight at him. He looked so endearing like this, Geto couldn't help but place a kiss on his forehead.

"Ohayo, Satoru.."

His voice had come out scratchier than normal, but he was sure it was overlookable due to it being early in the morning.

Gojo leapt out of bed, stretching himself awake. His hair poked out of his head from all different directions. To that, Gojo quickly ran a hand down his scalp.

Geto smiled to himself. Waking up like this everyday was pure bliss. Now if only he wasn't as tired as he was..

"Suguruu- c'mon, we need to go for our morning run before Sensei comes for our throats again."

Not waiting for Geto's response, Gojo takes off his shirt, bending over to dig through the drawers for his school track uniform.

Geto watches from where he was, still lying down, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Satoru looked so damn good just by doing absolutely anything.

"Suguru? Aren't you getting up? We have to go."

"Mm, I'll catch up later.. wna lie down a little bit more."

"Ehhh..? Something wrong? Did I tire you out too much last night?" Gojo looked over to him, slight mirth in his eyes.

"Yeah, exactly that."

"Ahh, I'm sorry, heheh." (he was not sorry). "I'll see you at the track then. Half an hour max, alright? You need to run at least a round to make it convincing."

"Mm.."

Gojo turned to leave the room, before he changed his mind, scrambling over to where Geto was, leaning over to press a kiss against his temple.

"Okayyy, byeee-♡"

Geto huffed to himself. Seriously, who was the older one here? Still, he would do anything for the other. Anything.

"..hiH' hitchh-w!! hah'tzchh!!"

Anything. Even at the expense of himself.

Geto knew sooner or later he would come down with something. He always did, whenever the temperature got a little low. During the winter seasons, it was absolute hell. But at least he could dress warmly then.

In their shared dorm? Not so much.

"..hAH'dZzchh!! ..snff-"

The back of his wrist was already coated with a layer of mist. Nothing he couldn't handle. Some sleep would get rid of it, he was sure.

Geto blinked at the green light of the air-conditioner. He should.. he should really switch that off..

Curling into the warm pocket of space that Gojo had left behind, Geto drifted off once again.

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"Suguru- SUGURU-!!! Oiii, I thought I told you half hour max?!"

What was going on?

Geto was shaken awake, bright light invading his eyes as he opened them. The warm blanket around him was then yanked off roughly. A shiver ran down his spine.

"Satoru-"

"QUICK! HE'S GOING TO MAKE US CLEAN THE STOREROOM AGAIN!"

Geto felt his wrist being pulled as he was lifted off the bed. Another tug sent him flying out of the room, Gojo pulling him towards the shared bathing area.

He felt cold water splash onto his face.

"?!"

"Water. We have to make it convincing that you ran a few laps." Gojo stepped back, analysing him for awhile. "Alright. You look tired enough to pass, let's go, quickly!"

"Satoru.. I'm still in my sleepwear.."

"Heh? ..Eh?? EHHH-!!"

Gojo led him into the courtyard after a quick change of clothes. The sun had barely started to rise. Added with the consistent evaporation of the water on his skin, Geto couldn't help the light quivers that ran down his frame.

Really.. every morning with Satoru was sure to be an entertaining one, albeit tiring.

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Lunch was no different, say for the dull throbbing that had started to form throughout his head. Beside him, Gojo was talking on and on about how ugly his piece of lettuce looked.

"Shoko-!! I'm telling you! It looks juuust like the curse we exorcised last week. This part is its arms, here's the head.. Suguru- oi Suguru, it looks like it, doesn't it?"

Geto felt a jab to his rib.

"What-?" (his voice broke)

"It looks like it, right? Right?"

"Mm, yeah, yeah it does.." What was Satoru on about this time?

"See?!!" Gojo leaned back happily, waving the food item in front of Shoko, who looked extremely unamused.

Geto stared at his own tray. Inbetween closing his eyes, rubbing his temples and trying not to sneeze, he swore he had eaten more than what was left on his plate.

There was still time before the next lesson. If he took a rest now, his body might just make it in time. With that, he stood up.

"I'm going back first."

"Hahh? Suguru- I thought we were supposed to play basketball later?"

"Mm, yeah. I'm going to go get ready first."

Gojo flashed him an OK! symbol before he turned back to the table.

Now it was just a matter of how long he could keep up this guise.

Geto slid open the doors to the dorm, a wave of cold air 'welcoming' him. If he hadn't been gripping onto the door frame, Geto was sure his knees would have given way.

Shit. With their hurry this morning, they had forgot to turn off the aircon. Geto swears that if he pours water on the floor, it was going to freeze over.

The controller. Where was it? He had to turn this monstrosity off.

Geto fumbled through the mountain of Gojo's belongings on the table. Seriously, Satoru had to learn how to tidy up after himself.

Admist the searching, Geto accidentally knocks off one of their long metal rulers, and it hits the floor with a loud clang.

There goes the rest of his headache.

Finger pressed against his temple, Geto gave up looking for the controller. He wouldn't be surprised if Gojo had accidentally stuffed it into his school bag, which was currently on his person.

Well whatever.

Geto pulled open the cupboard with an effort, pulling out a few of his thicker jackets meant for winter. Throwing them onto the bed, Geto joined them shortly.

He would keep them before Satoru came to bug him for the game of basketball. He would keep them before- before..

Geto's eyelids felt heavy. He'd finish that thought later.. later.

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Back at the lunch table:

"Gojo.."

"Mm?" He pauses mid-bite. "What is it?"

Shoko sighs, playing with the lighter between her fingers. "You need to be a lot more sensitive, you know that?"

"Sensitive? You mean to cursed energy? My eyes already do that, don't worry."

"Idiot. I meant that you should be more sensitive to Geto."

"..Suguru? My eyes can tell apart his cursed energy from others."

Shoko sighs again, pressing her lighter onto the table. "Not that."

"Then? You mean I should be less rough with him when we-"

"Not that! I Do Not want to hear about that!"

Gojo smirks. "Alright, alright."

"..Anyway, didn't you notice anything wrong with him?" Shoko says instead.

"Mm? Ah.. I guess Suguru hasn't insulted my intelligence today."

"That's why I'm doing it right now."

Gojo feigns hurt as Shoko pulls out a cigarette.

"Cutting to the chase, Geto seemed barely able to stay awake just now."

He supposes she does have a point. Suguru had been exceptionally sluggish today, but he was sure it was nothing to be worried about, nothing a sugared drink can't fix.

"..Seriously Gojo, didn't you notice how tired he looked when he left the table?"

In all honesty, he had not.

"..So, do I really need to spell it out for you?"

Gojo sheepishly looked away as Shoko shot him a look that screamed "you suck!"

"I'll go check on him."

"Mm, thank me later."

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In the hallway:

Gojo made his way quickly to their dorm. Now that Shoko had mentioned it, he couldn't get it out of his head that something had indeed been up with the other.

Firstly, what was up with that whole 'sleeping-in' episode? He knew for a fact that Suguru was always the one chasing him to get changed and leave.

And Geto hadn't asked him to stop playing with his food during lunch, not once. Even though he was normally the one who ensured that Gojo's food actually made its way into his mouth.

Not to mention leaving the table alone. Suguru almost never went anywhere without him.

Picking futher, Gojo remembers how tired Geto looked in the morning, as if he didn't get a wink of sleep.

Had he really not noticed before?

Thinking about it now would do him no good. Steadying himself, Gojo slides open the door.

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"Suguruu- are you there?"

Even in the dim room, Gojo could make out the mess of blankets on their bed. He could hear Geto's shallow breaths. They sounded.. rough.. for someone who was supposedly asleep.

Something was definitely wrong. Hadn't Suguru said he was heading back to the dorms to get changed for basketb- oh. Oh of course. How could he have been so dense? The other had probably said that in an attempt to escape the lunch table.

Gojo closes the door behind him, afraid the light from outside might wake Geto up. He clenched his fist. Open, close, open.

Dammit.

How was he supposed to approach the other?

Gojo had never been in a situation like this before. In his eyes, there was nothing wrong with Suguru. His flow of cursed energy was stable, though muted. But that normally happened when he was asleep.

What was wrong, then?

As Gojo neared the bed, he saw the edge of the blanket get tugged upwards.

He reached over, tugging the blanket back down.

"Suguru, are-"

His eyes widened.

Gojo remembers how his teachers would drill into his head the concept of "searching for signs of curses using their residuals" when he first joined Jujutsu High.

Of course, he could already do that naturally with his six eyes.

But this. This was something else entirely.

What he saw in front of him was not something that would ever have been written into any mission handbook.

Gojo's eyes traced over what was presented to him when Geto looked at him hazily, as if he just woke up from restless sleep.

Cheeks flushed.

Eyes unfocused.

Nose tinted pink.

Small quivers in the fingers gripping the blanket.

"Sa-toru..?"

And when he spoke, it was as soft as ever, with an added edge of roughness that made Gojo's heart run laps around his ribcage. His voice sounded like a running river that had flowed over a particularly rocky path.

If residuals showed signs of curses in the area, what did these show?

Gojo reached out gently. He wanted to know, needed to know.

"Sugu-"

Before he could finish the sentence, however, Geto turned sharply to the side.

"..hh' w-wait.. I.. hH'gNxXt!! ..hAH'nGxt!! .. snff-!! ..m'sorry.."

"Aahh- no. It's okay- are you okay?" Gojo felt his voice catch in his throat. He had never seen Geto like this before. It scared him.

But a part of him subconsciously made his hand move to Geto's neck, pressing in softly.

He was warm, extremely warm.

In an attempt to help, Gojo tugs the blanket off Geto's body.

"..Suguru, you're going to give yourself heatstroke, take the jackets off.."

"N-No, you don't g-Hh'!! ..get it.. it's c-chH'!! hah'Ngxtt!! hih'dNxggt!! hH'gNxx-chh!! ..it's cold.."

"It is?" A genuine question.

Gojo turned to the messy table, digging through the mess of papers and unopened sweet packets. When he came up with nothing, Gojo turned to another messy pile on the floor.

"Why didn't you just say something?"

Geto watched as Gojo fished the remote out from under a discarded mission file.

The aircon went off with a beep, leaving behind a sudden dense feeling in the air. The shift in pressure placed a fuzzy feeling in Geto's sinuses.

"..hh'nGx-tch!! hH'gNxxt-iw!!"

Gojo tilted a curious head in his direction.

"Why are you still sneezing? I turned it off."

Geto shot an annoyed glance at him. "That's n-not ..hH-! ..h'Ngxt!! ..not how colds work."

"Oh." Gojo replied, dumbfounded.

"..Do you even know what that is?"

To that, Gojo nodded. "Yes, but I was told that colds are a sign of weakness, that I shouldn't get them, because I'm supposed to be the strongest, so I don't have much experience with them."

"Who told you that..?"

"The people who raised me, of course."

Geto was suddenly glad that they no longer had a hand in raising his friend. Seriously, driving these thoughts into the head of a child was wrong, even if said child was the bearer of two of the most broken abilities.

"Anyway.." Gojo continued, "Suguru, you sure it's a cold? You're strong too, so I didn't think you could.. get colds."

Geto sighed. One step at a time, it seems.

"Everyone can get them."

"Ah, really?"

"..Surely you've gotten a fever before?"

"Fever?"

Geto sighed again, reaching out to grab Gojo's hand, pressing it against his forehead.

"Tryna tell me how hot you are?" Gojo smirks slightly. "Seriously though, isn't that because you've literally dressed yourself for winter?"

He points at the jackets Geto had sitting around him.

Geto exhales slowly from his mouth. Just how was he going to explain this?

"..When someone falls sick, they get a fever, and that makes them feel cold, because of the difference in temperature between the body and the surrounding air."

"..Then why didn't you just turn the aircon off just now?"

"Because I couldn't find the damn remote through all the mess!" After raising his voice slightly, Geto turns away to cough softly into his fist. Ah, he shouldn't have done that.

Next to him, Gojo reaches for the half empty bottle of water across the table before uncapping it, passing it to the other.

For someone so seemingly oblivious to the things happening around him, Satoru was surprisingly considerate at times, Geto notes with a smile.

"That doesn't explain why this is all pink though," Gojo says suddenly, stepping up so he can press a finger to the very tip of Geto's nose.

"Sa-hH'!! hIH'dZtcHH!! haH'EhkshH!! ..Satoru! Don't..dohH'!! ..hi'tgNxtt!! ..don't do that.."

"So that's how your sneezes sound like without you pinching them away!"

Geto froze in place. Ah.. the fit had set on so quickly that he didn't have time to stifle. He hadn't even realised. A blush creeped up onto his cheeks.

"Seriously though, why do you always do that?"

Geto looked away, hoping the flush wouldn't deepen. "It's not.. well, it's not-"

"..Everyone does it, right?" Gojo interrupted. "Just like you told me everyone can catch colds, everyone sneezes too, so why are you so shy about it?"

"..Well yes, but using that same logic, you won't just change your clothes in front of anyone, would you?"

Gojo went silent for awhile, as if he was contemplating something deeply. Seconds later, he turned to Geto with a small smile.

"So I'm special then!"

"Hm?"

"Because you sneezed in front of me."

Before Geto could calm himself down enough to give an answer, Gojo bent down, pressing his lips gently against the edge of Geto's eye.

"Suguruu, was the aircon really bothering you that much? You've got eyebags."

"Mm."

"Why didn't you say anything then?" Gojo asks again.

"..You were enjoying it, so I thought I'd-"

"Sacrifice yourself for me??"

"..It's not that dramatic, Satoru."

"Yeah but still," Gojo pouts a little before speaking. "I would have suffered through the heat for you."

Yet again he proves to be considerate. How was he to respond to that?

"But then you always.. always-" ..always break the hug when it gets too hot. Geto catches himself before the rest of that sentence slips out, but the other seemed to get its implication.

"I didnt want us to wake up all sweaty, that's all. But if you're okay with it, I won't let go."

Geto opened his mouth in an attempt to deny the fact he liked being hugged, but Gojo quickly circled around to his side of the bed, leaning forward to kiss Geto's temple.

"I heard sleep helps to make colds better."

"That's what I was trying to do before you barged in and tugged my blanket off."

"Heh, a consequence of moving in with me."

"Mm. I'm not backing out, though."

"Hah! As if I would let you do such a thing."

Geto couldn't help the soft laugher that escaped him, even if it made him bend over with a light coughing fit.

"Alright alright.." Gojo said, patting Geto's back gently. "Take off the damn jacket, I wna hug you."

"..As you wish."

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The rest of the day was spent lazily in bed, with Geto occasionally waking up just to dissolve into rapid fits that left him exhausted and clinging onto Gojo for comfort.

Seriously, if colds made Suguru this touchy, he wouldn't mind helping the other through a few more.

-end-

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Finishing notes:

Filling up plot holes: the teacher cancelled lessons for the rest of the day, since it was hand-to-hand combat. with geto sick and gojo having no partner to spar with, the lesson was postponed. that's why satosugu could just stay in bed. ofc, they would have either way.

Yeah gojo caught geto's cold after this, and experienced his first sick, yay!

Sorry for the once again plot>snz fic, but that's normally how my stuff goes

Also at the beginning of the fic i wonder if anyone got the global warming reference hahsvagj

tysm for reading agshhs

-- 2 weeks to Shibuya --

#j/jk #g/ojo s/atoru #g/eto s/uguru #s/atos/ugu #s/hoko i/eiri #mywritting #gna leave tags empty for once #idk what to say about this fic ahh #except that it was the trickiest one to write yet #actually went a few days pass my set deadline #ah well at least it's out now #:D

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Azula x Gender Neutral Reader

Request Prompt: “Hey I had an idea for a story for Azula with a gender-neutral reader where she meets someone in the asylum both of them have family issues which is what they vibe on and Reader is kinda mysterious to Azula as in they kind of keep the selves hidden from her I was thinking kind of like in the Phantom of the opera don’t know if you’ve actually seen that movie or play you don’t have to accept if you don’t want”

The Fire Nation Psychiatric Institution had been your home for almost 10 years. You were taken from your life with your mother and placed inside it at 7 years old. You hadn't been outside its walls since. So you knew everything about the place, every patient, every member of staff, every room and every window. Despite this forcibly sheltered upbringing you heard what was going on outside the walls too. You heard when the Firelord banished the Prince and again when he returned. You heard that the Avatar was back and then a year later when he overthrew the Avatar. Of course it was also huge news when the banished Prince returned and claimed the throne for himself. Everyone knew of the Princess' downfall and you got to witness first-hand what happened to her. 

You were present the day Azula was brought in. She was supposedly unconscious and they carried her in and laid her on the floor. The Firelord followed and was looking around nervously. He spied you and your fellow patients in the other room and his frown deepened. The guard reassured him you were all stable and settled so there was nothing to fear. He still looked nervous and apparently for good reason but the threat was not from the other patients. The Princess suddenly sprang into action, her unconsciousness a ruse. She took her brother out instantly and so easily you wondered how he ever beat her in combat. She was in a straight jacket but she still managed to duck the guard who tried to defend him and kick another. She ran for the door, barging past two more guards and almost reached freedom...when a gust of air bending sent her back into the building. The Avatar. You hadn't seen him before of course but had heard rumours of what he looked like. You found him a little underwhelming, he was just a kid but that display of airbending was no joke. The princess was on the floor winded but he didn’t take any chances. He quickly took action and did something to reduce her oxygen levels until she was unconscious properly this time. He helped the Firelord up and you were all ushered from the room in case the Princess' actions had inspired you. It didn't, escape had long been off your agenda. The princess was taken to one of the most secure rooms in the whole place and she didn't leave it for months. It just so happened her room was next to yours and so you overheard a lot of things. She was apparently very difficult and the staff did not like her. She was dangerous and they had to keep her mouth shut with straps to stop her from breathing fire at them. She wasn't allowed to go outside or even move as far as you'd heard. She was chained to a chair every day like an animal and no treatment was ever attempted on her. She was just abandoned by her big brother who didn't know what to do with her. You knew what that felt like but then again so could half the people in here. Then after 8 months something changed. Perhaps Firelord Zuko had remembered his humanity or Azula had simply gotten better with time but you slowly began to see more of her. They let her come down to the group room when there was a big fire nation festival. She was chained and heavily guarded of course but it was something. Then 3 weeks later she made an appearance again. Then again and again until she was pretty much free to roam around. Well not free, she was the most heavily chained and the guards were always more nervous when she was there but at least she could actually move and walk around. At first you were all a little amazed to be in the same facility as royalty but that novelty wore off quickly. You'd been here for so long nothing was new. You just kept to yourself and out of trouble and that meant avoiding the new patient. You had learned a thing or two about new patients and could tell when they hadn't quite accepted this was their new home yet and escape was still on their minds. The princess was one of these people. She acted calm and stable but you could tell it was all an act and she could snap at any moment. You could see the lie in her eyes and could practically feel it in the air. So you stayed away from her, very happy not to be caught in the crossfire but the Princess had other ideas. Azula had been asking around who the oldest patient was and of course it was you. So she began watching you and then finally approached. She joined you at your table to eat and neither of you said anything. You kept your eyes down and acted like she wasn't there even though you could feel her staring at you. Finally she spoke, "I've heard you've been here the longest?". You didn't reply but she kept going "nearly 10 years apparently, a sentence that long must've been for something really bad". Again you didn't reply but the Princess didn't seem shaken. "I'm guessing your parents did something bad and you're in here as punishment. How does that make you feel? To know they separated you from them just because they could? To not even know what they did to them? To have no clue when or if you'll ever leave this place". You knew she was trying to provoke you but you didn't let her. You'd been here 10 years having guards and patients swipe at you whenever they felt like it, there was nothing she could say to make you react. So you finished your food and stood up, not even looking at her as you walked away. Azula tried several more times to provoke you into talking to her but you didn't. You just kept mute no matter what she said or when the anger started to seep through into her words. It was going well and you thought she was growing tired of you until a guard messed it all up. By now the guards were pretty much done tormenting you. You were basically just part of the woodwork to them but every now and then a new guard would arrive and try to cement their position by throwing their weight around. You could tell the new guard was one of those people and when he was assigned to your corridor you knew this wouldn't be a fun night. Sure enough the guard was loud and seemed to find it funny that he could annoy you and you couldn't do anything about it. All night he kept tapping his baton against the bars, running them up and down them every 5 minutes and whispering comments and abuse at you. You couldn't tone his annoying voice out so you asked to go to the bathroom. He made a few crude jokes before finally unlocking your cell and leading you to the one at the end of the hall. Inside you got a few minutes of peace before he started angrily banging on the door telling you to hurry up. You yanked open the door and followed him back to your cell but he didn't really seem in a hurry. He took his time tormenting you and making fun of you. Azula of course was listening to the whole thing. She too was ready to incinerate the guard but you distracted her with your nighttime bathroom trip. She heard him openly berate you and was curious how you'd react to a confrontation. She'd seen a few patient arguments but you never got involved and the other patients all left you alone. She hadn't heard you speak more than yes or no and she was curious what was going on in that brain of yours. So she stood by the door out of sight but in hearing distance. The guard continued to insult you and say horrible things about you but you didn't react. He was disappointed by that. "You're no fun, don't you know it's rude not to reply when someone's talking to you?" he called. Then he said one word and the whole atmosphere changed.   "Come on Beifong".

Azula could feel something was about to happen. She was right. Whatever the man said had struck a chord and you finally responded. In the blink of an eye you reached up and grabbed his wrist and gripped it harshly forcing him to drop his weapon. Azula saw how easily you overpowered him and could see the fear as the man realised he couldn't escape. That only got worse as the wall behind him seemed to press into him. He tried to move his other hand but it was stuck against the wall somehow. He looked around desperately for another guard but he was the only one on this floor. "Don't ever say that name again" you told him. Azula heard no threat, no promise of what would happen if he did but still the man nodded because he could feel it. Your eyes were portraying all the horrors you would inflict on him better than any words could and he was clearly terrified. Then just as quickly as you grabbed him you let him go and walked back into your room. The man quickly slammed the door and bolted it. He turned around and jumped to see Azula stood there. "What are you looking at?" he asked and she just smiled. That seemed to unsettle him even more and he rushed away cursing you both.   Azula didn't sleep that night, she stayed up thinking of all the reasons the man called you Beifong and why you'd react that way. The next day, the second her door was unlocked she headed for you. She spotted you in your favourite corner and appeared. "Sounds like you had a little tantrum last night" she said. You didn't react to her presence but Azula saw you hesitate when she mentioned last night. "Look we can keep this whole silent act going but I heard what that guard called you. He said you're a B...". You cut her off "I'm not one of them and I never will be". You looked at her and Azula realised it was the first time you'd looked her in the eye. She could usually tell a lot by a person's eyes but yours were...empty. No there was something there but it was hidden, stored in a place Azula couldn't quite see. She looked away first and carried on "well one of your parents must've been. Was it your mother? Or father?". At the word father your eye twitched ever so slightly and Azula smiled "okay so your father is the one". She was just getting started but you were apparently done. You shrugged "why don't you tell me princess. I never met the man" and walked away. Azula wanted to know how a Beifong had gotten thrown in a psychiatric institution in the Fire Nation. She knew there was more to you than met the eye and she speculated you could help her escape but to do that she had to crack you and she came up with an idea. Ever since you'd stood up to that guard he'd been on a rampage. Attacking patients whenever he felt like it, taking away food, stomping around to assert his dominance, typical insecure bully behaviour. Azula could see you hated him and so she had a proposition for you. "If I get toxic masculinity over there to quit will you tell me how you're a Beifong?" Azula asked. You raised an eyebrow and Azula worried you'd just not answer but your curiosity won "you think you can make a guard quit?". Azula smiled "easily, you can pick anyone of them in here and I'll have them gone within a week but it won't be without a price". "How?" you asked but Azula just smiled "do we have a deal?". You shrugged "why would I care?". "Because out of everyone here he hates you the most and you and I both know it's only a matter of time before he turns his attention back to you only this time he'll have back up. So, it's in your best interest to have him gone. I can do that for you and all it will cost is one measly story". You shrugged "fine, if you can somehow get him gone and not get yourself sent to prison in the process I'll tell you how I got here". Azula grinned but you didn’t even give her another thought, in your mind there was no way Azula was going to get rid of the guard.  All it took was a few days for you to realise how wrong you’d been. At first you didn’t notice much difference with the guard but each day it became more obvious. Azula began intimidating and scaring him so he was less sure of himself and his behaviour. She also supported other patients who he loved to kick around so he didn’t have that either. They too started fighting back or outsmarting him and he lost his main source of power. Then the final nail in the coffin was how she separated him from all the other guards. She must’ve whispered rumours and got into their heads because they all soon started trying to separate themselves from him and it was obvious he was disliked. By the end of the week it was clear the guard was not happy here and by the weekend there was a new guard. When you asked the head guard told you he’d resigned. So Azula had held up her part of the bargain and you decided to keep yours. 

You approached Azula in the day room but she shook her head and told you she'd come to you tonight. You were confused how she’d manage to come to your room at night but sure enough you heard the lock click and there was Azula escorted by a guard. "You get half an hour" the guard said and she locked the door. “How did you do that?” you asked and Azula smiled “being Princess still has some perks...now Beifong. Why don't you begin?" she asked. You rolled your eyes but obeyed. "The truth is I don't know if I'm truly a Beifong but my mom said I was. Every day she used to tell me I mattered because my father was a Beifong. We might be penniless but I was descended from a huge dynasty. I mattered. Then things got worse the day I discovered I could earth bend. I struggled to control it and my bending wasn't the most subtle. From what I've heard most benders start off small, earth benders move rocks, fire benders small flames...mine was the opposite. I couldn't move a small stone but a rock the size of a man? No problem. My mom knew it was a crime to earth bend even in the earth nation so she knew what would happen if I was discovered with the gift in the Fire Nation. As I got more and more unstable she knew it was only a matter of time and so instead she smuggled me out of the Fire Nation and tried to take me to my father. She thought we'd be safe in the Earth Kingdom but we weren't. I can't remember much of what happened but when we finally got there we weren't treated well and my father refused to see her. My mother didn't stand for that and began making a fuss which got us captured. We were sold back to the Fire Nation as traitors. They said we were conspiring with the Earth Kingdom and had to be punished but I knew that was all lies. I'm here because my father did nothing to protect me or my mother despite being from one of the wealthiest families in the world. He did nothing to save her or me".

Azula was quiet for a while before she shook her head "I don't get it". "What's there to get? My family are assholes and so are yours". Azula shook her head once more "not that I understand just fine, what I don't get is how you could be such a coward". You tensed "excuse me?". "Your father betrayed you and your mother, he probably got her killed and you're just sitting here with no desire to escape? You've just accepted what he did to her?". "Of course not" you snapped and Azula rolled her eyes "okay so what have you done about it? How have you avenged her?". "What do you expect me to do? I'm trapped in a country that doesn't want me, the country people flee to also doesn't want me. I have no family or allies, the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom wouldn’t hesitate to have me arrested or worse and you expect me to break out and go murder one of the most prestigious families in the world? Fuck you". Azula raised her hands in surrender "all I hear are excuses, you won't receive justice if you don't fight for it. When you're done feeling sorry for yourself let me know". She stood up and walked to the door of your cell banging on it twice. The guard opened it and let her out. It took everything in your power not to make the doorway collapse on her. After that you didn't speak to Azula. You were so angry at her. How dare she come in here from her life of privilege and act like you were lazy. She had no idea what it meant to have nothing and nobody in the world...but another part of you was angry because she was right. You'd been complacent, you'd never even tried to break out or find out what happened to your mother because you were scared. Sure the psychiatric institute wasn't good but you also knew it could be a lot worse. You'd heard stories from other patients who’d been to prisons and seen what happened to the ones that caused trouble. You'd been scared so you just accepted your fate and were thankful things weren't worse. Now looking back on it though you just felt weak and for the first time since being called it hundreds of times you felt like a true traitor. Well not anymore. The universe had sent you the princess of the Fire Nation and she was planning to break out. You wanted in. You found Azula in her usual spot in the corner where she could best people watch. You came to sit beside her and tried to ignore the way she was staring at you but you couldn't. You sighed and met her amber eyes "you're right. I want revenge so how are we getting out of here?". Azula grinned "i thought you'd never ask". Azula already of course had the place scooped out she just needed some information which you readily supplied to her. You told her about the guards Zuko didn't replace aka the ones who might be loyal to her father instead. That was plan A. She'd strike a deal with one of the head guards and they'd just let you walk right out the front door. Plan B was a little trickier. "How destructive exactly was your bending?" Azula asked. You shrugged "I haven't used it in years but it used to cause mini quakes and I collapsed a hut once". Azula grinned "excellent". The plan was if the guards would let you out, you'd tear the place down. You were more than willing to do that. Azula was fairly sure the guards would let her out but still in case they didn't she had planned your escape route. You would do it at night and Azula chose a Friday night because that's when your target was working and when security was at its lowest.  The night of the escape Azula exited her cell and came to yours. The guard was now used to letting Azula roam around after hours so he let her out of her cell without any comment. He opened your cell and that’s when Azula decided to start. “We actually have another favour to ask you...or well a command. You’re going to unhandcuff us both to let us leave right now”. The man laughed “I am? And why is that?”. Azula smiled “because you’re a smart man. You were loyal to my father and are a strong nationalist. You’ve worked here 8 years yes? You’ve seen what my brother's rule has done to this country and how he’s putting us all in danger. I can fix that. I can defeat my brother and restore the Fire Nation back to the rightful order. All you need to do is let me and my friend go and I will remember your loyalty when I am Firelord I swear”. The guard was oddly quiet but you could see Azula’s words were affecting him. He seemed to agree with her deductions and disliked Zuko. You thought it might actually work when he sighed. “Look Princess I sympathise with you I really do...your father was a good man and what your brother is doing to this country is a travesty but he defeated you and sent you in here once so he can do it again...i’m not risking everything by betting on you”. Azula’s face changed immediately and the guard only now seemed to realise he was alone with the two of you. “Now go back into your cell and stop causing trouble” he said but neither of you moved. "You have no idea who you've just said no to" Azula told him and in one swift motion she swept her leg around and with firebending shattered your handcuffs. The man tried to push your cell door close but it was too late. The second your hands were free you cracked your wrists and threw the wall straight at the man. He managed to scream “guards” before he crumpled under the rubble. Azula meanwhile use firebending and snapped her own handcuffs off. "That felt good" you commented rushing out of your cell and Azula nodded "but don't celebrate yet". You could hear the guards coming up the stairs and Azula stepped forwards. You both hid on either side and Azula sent a wave of fire straight into them. The first 3 screamed but the others began firing back. Your bending was so destructive Azula had told you only to use it when absolutely necessary. If you kept yanking out walls then the building would just collapse on top of you. So you stepped back and watched Azula work. She was phenomenal. The speed and precision with which she attacked were unmatched and she easily took out the guards on the stairwell. You both descended to the next floor where several more were waiting. Azula quickly began to dispatch them and you waited when you felt something. You turned to see a guard in one of the rooms behind you. You hadn't been expecting that and only just managed to clench and collapse the doorway over him. He cried out and then you couldn't see him anymore. Azula shot you a warning look but things weren't going as you'd hoped. You could feel more guards coming up the stairs and there was already an alarm going off. "Azula we have 10 more coming up the stairs" you called. She grunted as a flame narrowly missed her and looked at you. "Collapse the stairs. Cut the lower levels off". "But we're three stories up!" you cried. "JUST DO IT!" she yelled and you turned to the stairs. You pulled at the ones on top and then fell down into the ones below. You could feel some guards still moving but they now couldn't reach you. Azula dispatched the last of the guards on this floor and turned to you. "This way". She directed you and then stopped at a room. “Break the wall” she told you and you obeyed. The patient inside the room screamed but Azula just yanked them out through the hole and pushed them onto the floor. She rushed into the room and to the window. She nodded and stepped back “I need you to break this all down”. You paused “but what if that causes the upper levels to collapse?”. She shook her head “this isn’t one of the main support walls, it should be fine”. “Should?” you asked but she shot you a look and so you nodded “okay geesh”. You focused on the wall and it began to crumble, cracks spreading up and down it. You could feel it give way and yanked Azula backwards as some of the floor went with it. You both ran back down the corridor as the cracks spread all over the building. “I said take the wall out not the whole building!” Azula yelled at you as the whole thing shook. “I told you I wasn’t good at it!” you screamed back and finally the shaking stopped. You and Azula paused as there was now a huge hole where half the building had been. Azula walked to the edge and nodded “we can make it down”. “We can? Are you an airbender as well as a Firebender or something”. “Just get on my back” Azula yelled and with only a slight hesitation you jumped onto her holding on tightly. “Brace yourself and don’t let go!” Azula yelled and she leapt off the building. You screamed profanities at her stupidity but then she began shooting jets from her feet and hands. It wasn’t enough to make you fly of course but it did mean instead of plummeting into the rubble below you managed to descend more slowly and reached the outer perimeter before plummeting to the ground. You landed hard but were okay. Azula jumped up immediately and grabbed your arm telling you to run but it was too late. Guards appeared and began to surround you. There weren’t any buildings around for miles so you’d be greatly outmatched in a chase. Azula stepped in front and created a circle of fire around you but you knew in a waiting game they’d win.It was in the middle of realising you’d lost when something happened. You felt as if a switch inside of you had been activated and you pushed Azula back and stood in the middle of the guards. You were not going to come this far and have it all taken away from you. You thought of your mother and pictured what you hoped was her face and screamed. Your sheer rage and anger caused ripples through the ground and it began to shake like an earthquake. The guards tried to keep upright but you channelled it right at them and the building, already unstable, crumpled. You purposefully didn’t let it collapse peacefully and it almost looked as if the building had imploded from inside. Finally when everyone was down you stopped screaming and dropped to the floor controlling your breathing. You counted remembering how your mother used to hold your hand and count with you to help you stop. You felt Azula beside you and she seemed to realise what you were doing. “Breathe y/n, in and out” she commanded and once again you obeyed. Your heart slowly stopped hammering and the ground began to calm. Finally every stopped and was still. There wasn’t a sound in the whole area and you opened your eyes to find Azula staring at you with a smile “you did it” she grinned.   Azula cheered and you were momentarily overwhelmed by well everything. The sunlight which you hadn't seen unstructured for 10 years. The feel of fresh air blowing across your skin. The fresh soil beneath your feet. But mostly the princess of the fire nation beside you who had a smile even the devil would cower to. She was so beautiful and fearsome all at once but you didn't feel scared. You were excited. "Ready to go topple the Fire Lord and Earth Kingdom monarchy?" she asked you "I know my brother is friends with the latest Beifong who I'm sure you're dying to meet".

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I hope you liked it @captainblunder! It was actually really fun to write a morally ambiguous character and let them be bad 

I also didn’t really put much romance in because I think Azula would be a slow burner and that’d be something that would develop after they start taking on Team Avatar together. Azula is not the type to fall for someone easily so I kept it pretty open and only hinted attraction. 

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[foxydivaxx]

Look What You Made Me Do Chapter 7

We learn how Zoro and Sanji finally hooked up or at least what led to it. Warning: mentions of suicide and abuse.

Zoro’s POV

The first tale sign that all was not well with the cook was when we got our first bounties. The way he reacted to the poorly drawn photo of him to the amount was quite hilarious. I remember making fun of him and the manner by which he fired back. It made for some entertaining moments on the ship.

But what I failed to realize at the time was just how much my words impacted the cook.

Two weeks after that incident,I discovered a bloodied blade by the sink in the bathroom. Later that day, I saw some cut marks on Curly’s arms and legs whilst he was napping. That made me put two and two together. Curly began to eat less than normal, and whenever he ate, he would race to the bathroom soon afterwards and would puke everything down the toilet.

I remember our confrontation regarding his behaviour. I remember the way he screamed and yelled at me. Oh I remember the words he screamed at me that day. Not helping matters is that I kept making fun of his low bounty that very same day.

What really made me feel kind of guilty and shocked was when he said in the msot chilling and tearful manner ever. “KEEP GLOATING MARIMO!! SINCE YOU ARE THE BEST AND OBVIOUSLY THE MORE IMPORTANT CREW MATE!! I NEVER FUCKING MATTERED TO ANYONE ANYWAYS!! I AM BETTER OFF DEAD!!”

He pushed past me that day and walked off. Everyone noticed the tension between us because Sanji was a lot miserable and unpleasant that day. He went off on everyone. What broke the camel’s back was when Usopp mentioned his flirty ways. What Curly said that day more or less says a lot about the man we are talking about.

“LIKE YOU EVER HAD ANY ISSUE ATTRACTING ANYONE OR GAINING ANY FORM OF RESPECT FROM ANYONE?!”

There was silence at the table that day. This was way before we found out about his birth family. I had to step in and dragged the crying cook away. Another sign was his perviness. Maybe spending time on that island drove him insane. Or perhaps a side effect of Ace’s death because I saw a guy sucking him off on the island we went to weeks after Ace’s death.

Then he would chase after women after that and actually slept with some women at different points in time. The guy must have been confused about his sexuality otherwise he would have been open about it by now. I have also seen him touch himself on more than one occassion. I will admit that I got aroused during those times but chose not to approach him about that out of respect of his privacy. But I did tease him on more than one occassion on his perviness. Heck, I have seen Ace fuck Sanji a few times. Oh how I wanted to push Ace away and bend Sanji over and fuck him senseless.

I think maybe Sanji knew how much I desired him because he would occasionally up the ante to fight me. Or rather use that as an excuse to tease me. Whenever both of us were alone with no one around, he would often start touching himself suggestively and would rub my crotch, moaning like a bitch whenever he did that.

I read something deeply disturbing in his diary which happened shortly after the wedding and before we got to Wano. He said in that entry and I quote:

Life has since lost its meaning ever since my beloved firecracker died. Oh how much I miss him. My heart aches for him, my body yearns for his touch. Yet he is truly gone.

Just like Charlie before him. Oh why? Why does life have to be like this? Women do not desire me and the men that I welcome into my life either die or they treat me like shit. Yes Pudding I am still deeply hurt by what you did.

Why me? Why can’t someone tell me that they love me?! The rare few that do end up hurt because of me?!

This pain. Agh….this pain is getting out of hand!! I apologize Ace but I may have to break my promise here.

You stopped me from trying to end my life one night. But now I will do it a different way. I will just go find a random guy with a huge dick. Nope not a crewmate. Certainly not Zoro. I do not want to burden Marimo with that task. He deserves better than to kill a worthless man like me.

No. I will just choose a random guy at the nearest village. I would spread my legs wide and have him fuck me one last time and then kill me on the spot. What better way to kiss life goodbye than one final round of sex? I will make sure he fucks me hard enough that I die cumming and screaming. It will be painful but it will be worth it because I am tired of life..,.

See what I mean? I told the others about it and we made sure Sanji did not carry out his plan. How? Well, we arrived at the nearest island. Myself and Robin hung out at the bar, watching as Sanji flirted with one of the guys there.

This was the first time Sanji would be open about his sexuality. Usually he would play it coy but today was different thanks to the plan he had in mind.

I watch in disgust as Sanji threw himself at the big muscular guy who was obviously getting intoxicated by the minute. Robin nods and I take it as my cue to get Sanji out of there.

I get off my seat, ignoring the ladies ogling me and walk up to the bar.

“So how do you want it Hm?” The guy asked. Before Sanji could say anything, I slither a hand around his waist and pull him away.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He yells once he sees him. He shoot a murderous look at the other guy who bolts away from there.

“Isn’t it obvious Cook? I am trying to stop you from doing something reckless.” With that, I take him out of the club and towards the ship.

“B-but the fun hasn’t even begun!!”

“You wanted that guy to kill you didn’t you?”

His eyes widen in shock. “How did you know?” I look him dead in the eye. “Your diary.”

He then looks away. “Why do you even care? I mean, you hate me anyways.”

“Quite the opposite actually.” He blinks. “Huh?!” I take in a deep breath and pull him into a soft kiss. He was taken aback by this but still let me do it.

“Sanji. I am not letting you throw your life away okay? You may not see your value but remember this, we your crew mates do.”

He was deeply moved by this and hugs him, tears flowing down his eyes. “I…I am glad you finally called me my name. Thanks Zoro.” I smile and kiss his forehead.

#one piece #sanji #Zoro #zosan

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Hey there! Thank you so much for your recs, I have a request. Coul you rec crack fics or funny cherik fics? I need a bit of that in my life.

Hi anon, thanks for your request. Who doesn't need some good old crack fic once in a while? Even though this fandom loves allll the angst, there is a surprising amount of funny fics in this fandom. These are not all of the fics, but these are those who I enjoy thoroughly and I hope you do too.

Funny/Crack Cherik Fics

Humane Society – smilebackwards

Summary: Once Erik finally allows himself to decide that Charles is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread, he spends the next week being incredibly bitter that he's Charles' cat and not his boyfriend.

Scenes from the wild – nekosmuse

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr, world renowned wilderness survivalist, alongside his husband, Charles Xavier, survive the perils of the wild in order to bring you, Two Men, One Knife, an award winning reality survival series, available only on the Discovery Channel. Follow Erik and Charles as they travel to the world's most remote locations with only the most basic of supplies. Pitted against nature, this husband-husband team struggle to survive in some of the world's harshest climates while battling the planet's fiercest predators. Can they survive the Canadian North? Find out next season, on Two Men, One Knife

Now with additional scenes.

Order Up - ikeracity

Summary: Charles has a terrible habit of multitasking, and that is probably why he absentmindedly tells the pizza man that he loves him when hanging up. 

Then the pizza man says it back. And Charles is pretty much smitten from there.

Conspiracy of kisses – Alaceron

Summary: Seven-year-old Erik needs to keep his telepathic best friend Charles from finding out that he wants to kiss him. But that's okay, because he has a plan - he'll put on a tinfoil hat.

In Plain Sight –arcapelago (arcanewriter)

Summary: A story where Charles and Erik have basically been together from the first time they met. The whole fate, wow we found each other thing. Now I would like the others not to know and try to bring the two 'oblivious' guys together. They of course enjoy this quite a lot 

Don’t fuck with people who can do it better – orphan_account

Summary: Erik and Charles loudly pretend to have sex in retaliation for innuendo made by the kids.

In the moonlight, on a joy ride – scarlettblush

Summary:Librarian AU. Charles is the young librarian and Erik is the college student who is completely besotted with him. 

I ♥ NY (It’s My Friends I’m Not Sure Of) - oddegg

Summary: Erik is a single, successful man who likes quick sex with no strings attached. Then, he meets college professor Charles and it's love at first sight, at least for him. Charles, who heard of Erik's notorious ways, wants nothing to do with him besides being friends. Cue Erik bending over backwards to steal Charles' heart.

This Crazy Game Called Life – chiasmus

Summary: Raven declares game night in the mansion. Sean finds an elephant, Erik inherits one hundred unwanted cats, and Charles scars Hank for life with misdirected dirty thinking. 

5 Ways Logan Fixed Everything (Like a Boss) – Starlingthefool

Summary: What would have happened if Charles and Erik had managed to recruit Logan?

(In which Logan solves everyone's problems through snark and BAMFery.)

Magneto’s Redemption – Ook

Summary: Kink meme prompt response. Prompter wanted Erik to lose his evil, harsh reputation as a mutant terrorist by accident. 

Well, what can you do, with a prompt like that, except inject it as full as possible with crack and pad it out a bit with some fluff?

Erik’s Very Good ™ Foolproof Plan - BrightTerror

Summary: Erik has a habit of speaking and thinking in german when he is thinking about Charles so that even if he reads his mind he won't know he is thinking about him. Its a foolproof plan. 

Problem is, Charles can speak perfect german and no one thought to tell Erik this crucial fact.

One Hundred One Night Stands – Sophia_Bee

Summary: Charles has a rule. Never fuck the same guy twice. When he refuses to see Erik again after a one night stand, Erik goes about trying to get Charles to violate that rule using accents and disguises.

As foretold in the stars – alexavindr (orphan_account)

Summary: When Charles receives news from his Divination teacher that he's going to find the love of his life, Erik tries to talk him out of it. 

Unfortunately for both of them, someone—Raven, obviously—decides to orchestrate a cruel prank, including the most popular girl at Hogwarts, and an incredibly potent love potion.

Erik Lehnsherr’s Guide to Parenting – keire_ke

Summary: Alex chalks up his grudging love for his dad to Stockholm Syndrome. He’s not going to stand idly by while Erik harvests Mr. Xavier’s innocent soul, however. Human AU.

The Amazing Adventures of Cat-Man - so_shhy

Summary: Charles is the non-powered, butt-kicking, high-tech teen sidekick of a cheesy superhero. Erik is the sidekick of the corresponding cheesy supervillain, and makes Charles's life even more complicated than it already is.

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Omega Online – miss_aphelion

Summary: Newly imprinted Charles is having trouble dealing with his overly protective alpha—so in desperation he seeks advice in an omega chat room. Emma Frost is more than happy to help, Raven isn't helping at all, and Erik can't stand to be out of touch with Charles for more than five minutes at a time.

Surely shifted my way – Traincat

Summary: The one where Erik and Charles get engaged, Raven is an x-treme wedding planner and the kids get way too involved. Oh, and there are doves everywhere. Modern slightly!AU, where everyone is together and alive and happy because it's weddingfic and weddingfic is allowed to do that.

The Holiday Lights Battle – so_shhy

Summary: Some people take their Christmas lights a little too seriously. Erik is one of those people.

So is his new neighbour, Sebastian Shaw.

Abduction Seduction – TurtleTotem, luninosity

Summary: "Seriously," Charles said, and stared at the alien. "Seriously. No."

"A successful mating demonstration will earn you food," the alien reminded them helpfully, from the other side of the clear glowing door.

How to Get a Midgardian Boyfriend: a Guide by Charles Odinson – cachinnation

Summary: The king of all Asgard had three sons, and of the three Odinsons, one was golden and tempestuous and kingly, and the other two were right headaches. After Charles, Odin stopped bringing children home.

We Welcome Our New Sexbot Overlords – professor

Summary:Robot!Erik falls in love, takes over the world, and keeps Charles in a giant birdcage. And then, it gets complicated. 

My Barbaric Darling – baehj2915

Summary: Erik is revivified caveman. Charles is the anthropologist(?) taking care of him. This is as ridiculous as it sounds. Romcom misunderstandings and prehistoric wooing ensues.

Eucalyptus leaf of my soul – kageillusionz, ourgirlfriday

Summary: Zookeeper Raven at Taronga Zoo keeps having ideas on how to capitalize on interest in the zoo mascots, Koala Charles and Drop Bear Erik (the only drop bear in captivity!), who have captured the hearts and minds of the public. First it was to introduce prospective mates (It’ll generate attention, Hank. People are perverts. They’d love to see koala porn.). This idea was not effective the first through fifth attempts, as Erik and Charles seemed to show at best polite interest in the newcomer before resuming whatever marsupial debate they had going. However, the resulting lesbian koala orgies did indeed generate interest. Then Raven unveiled the Hug-A-Koala program, which was successful, as the public showed great interest in hugging Charles, and Charles seemed to enjoy being hugged. 

Then Raven unveiled the Hug-A-Drop Bear program, and Hank, not for the first time, wished he had a flask handy.

Other Crabs Cannot Be Trusted – groovyphilia

Summary: Erik is a hermit crab and proud. He is also stalking a shore crab named Charles.

In which everybody in XMFC is a crab.

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