cw: vi is readerâs gay awakening , reader coming out , kissing , filthy lap grinding
best friend!vi hates the idea of seeing you with someone else. It burns something deep in her chest that she doesnât wanna classify as jealousy, because friends donât get jealous over their friend simply dating around and having funâŠ
best friend!vi doesnât wanna admit she has a crush on you, because admitting to that means admitting she has feelings for you. And thatâs something sheâd rather die than do.
best friend!vi whoâs the epitome of perfection. She always insists on paying for you whenever youâre both outside, she opens the doors for you and pulls your chair out for you⊠but youâve never been with a woman before, and the idea of Vi being the first time youâve ever even considered it⊠you feel overwhelmed every time you think about it.
best friend!vi doesnât eventually figure out that you have feelings for her because she knows you donât date women. Or atleast⊠didnât before her. But it takes her a long time to finally get to that conclusion, and when she does⊠she absolutely abuses that knowledge, and takes every chance to fluster you.
best friend!vi is very gentle and patient with you when youâre just coming out to yourself, before others around you. And eventually⊠you manage to gather the courage to tell Vi how you truly feel towards her. It happens in a dimly lit kitchen instead of a fancy outing, but the feelings are real, and thatâs all that matters.
best friend!vi whoâs so good at kissing, you wished youâd confessed sooner. Your mouth is on hers, both hands cupping both sides of Viâs face. âMmmmâŠâ you feel Viâs hands on your hips, pulling you back and forth on her lap. Youâre both clothed, but even through the clothes, youâre a whiny messâwhining and moaning straight into Viâs mouth. She pulls you back just for a bit, admiring how pretty you look there in her arms before she kisses you again, shoving her tongue in your mouth. Your cunt is throbbing, needy for her, slick with your mess. You just wanna be touched, wanna be pleasured. And Vi loves teasing you.
Pairing: Zuko x fem!waterbender! reader
Summary: Zuko never thinks of you. Except on rainy nights like these... or simply at midnight, when the entire palace is asleep and he's left alone with his thoughts.
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"And he never thinks of me⊠except on midnights like this..."
Royal Caldera City always fell silent at sunset. Zuko found solace in this in the first days after the war. Maybe mainly because he spent them with you.
During the day, the palace buzzed with activity, filled with various whispers, some more benevolent and some less so. But at night, everything fell silent.
Especially on nights when rain fell on. It was never much, just small drops, maybe for an hour or two. But to Zuko, they were like sharp pricks in a healing wound lasting longer than council meetings. That is, longer than eternity.
For with each droplet hitting the metal covering his palace, he remembered your laughter. The way you would lie lazily in his chambers or yours, playing with his hair, joking about everything awful that had happened, to help him take the weight of power off his shoulders for a moment.
And so it was that night. Rain falling heavily. Only this time you weren't there to chase away the dark thoughts swirling in his head like rain clouds over the palace. He was all alone.
Zuko has been thinking about you far too often lately. And it was all his uncle's fault. A small, short letter from you sat in his nightstand drawer, hidden from the prying eyes of his servants and his own.
He didn't trust himself not to stare at it for hours, lost in thoughts of you. Although, since he spent most of his sleepless midnights remembering you and the good old days together, maybe it didn't make much difference where the letter lay anyway.
He lies alone on his large, cold bed, his head resting on his bent arm, staring at the ceiling. Painted. With the stars. It was one of your ideas when he was renovating the royal chambers. Tossed carelessly during some conversation. He ordered the best painter to be summoned to the palace to do it for him. As well as one, more significant thing...
Zuko reaches over to his bedside table and pulls a framed piece of parchment out of the drawer. A portrait of you together.
It wasn't an official, commissioned royal portrait. No. It was meant to be a framed painting next to your bed. A simple picture of you embracing him as he sat. With you gently holding his chin and guiding his gaze to you, halfway to a kiss. Zuko remembered how he had to pay the painter extra to keep this... very unofficial little portrait a secret.
He longingly traces the line of your smile with his fingertips. His gaze lands on your eyes, fixed on his, perfectly captured with that glint of love and tenderness.
And what was even harder for him to process was the fact that you were giving him that look while looking at his scar. As soon as the painter said Zuko had to choose his profile, you immediately said it had to be the one with the scar. And even though he (and the painter) tried to convince you otherwise, you didn't change your mind.
What's more, you said something he would remember for the rest of his life, something that haunted him every moment he wanted to move on, keeping him tethered to your heart.
"You'll have thousands of portraits as a Fire Lord. Most will probably want to hide that scar or completely erase it from existence. I want one that shows you as you truly are. One that shows you exactly as I love you."
And then Zuko, intoxicated by the feeling of finally receiving affection, of finally having someone to truly care about him, not out of family blood or any obligation other than pure love, began to fulfil all your desires, even the ones you didn't voice out loud. He cared for you the best he could, afraid you would leave. But... in the end, you did.
Even after he was utterly convinced that you, of all people, would never abandon him. Even after you were the one who called him back to bed.
A bed that had long since felt cruelly too lonely for him after he'd known the warmth of your body next to him. The bed he would never leave if he knew you would one day be gone.
"Mmm⊠you went outside." You mumble, pressing a kiss to his bare back - to the space between his shoulder blades, sending a shiver down his spine, and resting your forehead there.
"Observant as always." He turns to you. He barely suppresses a snort at your sleepy state - your hair sticking out in all directions, your small eyes, and you wrapped in the blanket you stole from his bed. âGood morning,â he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling you to rest your head on his chest.
"Too morning. 5 a.m. exactly. The sun has barely risen. Have mercy and go back to bed. It's too early to be Fire Lord or have a furious morning workout."
"I rise with the sun, little drop. And I should actually get back to my chambers so no one suspects I spent the night with you."
"Half the palace knows you do that." You grumble into his neck, wrapping your arms around him.
"Half the palace suspects I'm doing this." He corrects you and gently slides his hand under your legs, the other holding you securely against him as he stands with you in his arms on the balcony. "We shouldn't give them reason to gossip."
"The new Fire Lord is having sex with his girlfriend. How are we all going to survive all this?" You mock him as he carries you back to your bed, gently placing you in it and covering you up.
"You have such a crude tongue for someone who's so sleepy." He says, blushing slightly as he adjusts the blanket, tucking you in.
"Because my boyfriend doesn't love me and doesn't want to cuddle with me in the morning before he goes out to do his kingly duties."
"How much did you and Sokka drink last night?"
"Not enough. But his presence might actually have backfired on me a bit. " You groan, probably already feeling the effects of your little drinking spree with the Gaang last night, from which he left early. Zuko makes a mental note to send the servants to get some medicine for you. "Will you stay?" You ask, opening your eyes and giving him that look he can't refuse, even if you want him to start another great war. Even if it means fighting his council and advisors when he will be inexorably late.
"Until you fall asleep again. I have a meeting in two hours." Zuko agrees, settling into bed next to you.
You purr contentedly and snuggle up against him, falling asleep against his chest after only five minutes. Zuko stays with you for another two hours, just looking at you and running his fingers through your hair, before the chamberlain starts looking for him.
How ironic. You haunting him now, instead of all the court matters that seemed so important back then.
Zuko's attention is drawn to a sudden crash coming from his balcony. He listens intently for any further sound, slowly rising from the bed and assuming a defensive stance, ready at any moment to bend his fire and send it towards any intruder who has miraculously slipped past the patrolling guards outside.
His naive heart skips a beat, treacherously telling him that maybe it's you. And Zuko hates himself for how much he wants that to be true. He doesn't even know what your reunion would have looked like.
Would he scream in anger, reproaching you for all this time? Or would he accept you wordlessly as if nothing had happened, crushing his lips to yours without even asking the reason for your departure, the reason for nothing? And he's afraid that's probably how it would end. He would have been completely lost in you after all the years where your ghostly touch had haunted him.
Zuko was furious with you. Spirits, he doesn't know anyone else who could piss him off as much as you do. He was sure that underneath all that missing you, there was a festering resentment and rage inside him towards you for abandoning him... just like he thought his mother had... driving him to what he had always feared most - to be alone.
But if you were to stand before him, after six years of absence, without a word... he wouldn't be sure he wouldn't first pounce on you like the water-hungry hermit he's felt since you vanished from his sight.
But then the unmistakable whoosh of air reaches his ears. Airbending. And he only knew one airbender who would be foolish enough to sneak into his chambers at night. Zuko, unable to hide his disappointment, snaps out of his fighting stance and sighs, spreading flames across the room with a flick of his wrist, using the gaps in the wall that have served as "lamps" since the time of the first Fire Lords.
"You know that sneaking into the royal chambers like this could be considered attempted regicide?" He asks, turning to pour himself some water.
"Me? Regicide? Given our history, people would sooner think you were the one trying to get rid of me." Aang responds offended, appearing beside him.
"Tempting. Especially after your last letter. Read aloud at the council meeting." He reproaches him irritably, to which Aang only chuckles, sitting on his desk. Nearly knocking over the ink on the trade agreement Zuko was working on.
Zuko quickly moves over to retrieve it from the Avatar's movement field. It wouldn't be the first time Aang accidentally destroyed government documentsâŠ
"It's not my fault how you get your mail from me. Start reading it yourself." Aang teases him.
"Maybe you should start writing for your age?"
"Then I wouldn't be able to write at all. 100 years in the ice, remember, hotman?"
"Is it so hard for you to just remember that the red envelope is for important things and the yellow envelope is for writing about everything else?" Zuko raises his only eyebrow at him, completely irritated, pointing to the piles of letters on the table that he had sorted exactly like that.
âThen you would simply ignore my letters, which would be right there in that huge pile.â Aang gestures dramatically at the same pile of letters on the desk. Most of them are from Sokka. In Zuko's defence, most of it is from this year⊠almost.
"I've been busy latelyâŠ" He replies, blushing with embarrassment. "Besides, that's not the point. You know that perfectly well."
âAs leader, saviour of the world, and its protector, I must have constant, unwavering contact with you.â Aang shrugs, feigning nonchalance, which quickly vanishes when he can't help but smirk. "Besides, I thought you'd long since given up on pride, honour, and privacy once Sokka and I walked in on you with Y/N..."
Anng pauses under Zukko's furious gaze. Mostly because of the flames growing in the room from the Fire Lord's anger. Zuko sighs, rubbing his hand over his forehead. If the court or thinking about you doesn't kill him, the Avatar will.
"What do you want?"
"We're going on a trip." Aang announces excitedly, completely ignoring the intimidating look of the Fire Lord that Zuko gives him.
"Yes. In a week we'll meet at the port and go on my shipâŠ"
"And this is where the change of plans comes in. We're leaving earlier. On Appa." The Avatar interrupts.
Zuko frowns, surprised by the idea. They ALWAYS met first at his palace, then took one of his ships to the island. They'd been doing the same thing for six years.
So Aang must have thought of something terrible to suddenly change their plans. Something that made Zuko very suspicious, considering how excitedly Aang paced his chambers.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, trust me! It'll be fun. We'll spend more time on the island, bond, and stuff. Everyone's already agreed. Even Toph. So it's official. Pack your bags, Your Highness, we're going on vacation!"
"Experience tells me to do the opposite of your ideas, Aang," Zuko replies with a half-convinced grimace. But before he can voice his full concerns, Aang is already skipping toward the exit to the main corridor.
"Trust me. This will be the best vacation of your life. Word of the Avatar. Don't forget to pack your swimsuit!"
"Wait." Zuko grabs Aang by the robe, stopping him in the doorway. "How did you even sneak in here?"
"I bribed your guards." Aang shrugs, not noticing how Zuko stiffens.
Zuko's expression grows grumpy, his gaze less present as he remembers the exact same words that fell from your lips in his chambers so long ago.
"I bribed your guards." You say with that cocky smirk, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "You really should pay them more to keep an eye on the Fire Lord⊠they barely looked at your balcony. I slipped in so easily that if I'd tried it during the war, I could have easily shortened your father's reign."
"Maybe they don't look at the balcony out of decency after someone groped me there the other night?" He huffs at you, making you just laugh as you are pulling him away from his paperwork and leading him towards his bed.
"Oh, you weren't screaming for help at all, nor did you seem particularly offended. If I remember correctly, that quickly turned into you being the main... instigator of our next actions. Besides, it was your fault. How was I, a simple waterbender, supposed to resist the sight of a half-naked Fire Lord meditating in the moonlight with a whole assortment of muscles on display?"
"I was just shirtlessâŠ" Zuko mumbles, flushed, allowing you to push him onto the mattress. You straddle him, gently tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertips. He sighs when you press a gentle kiss to the tips of his very pink ears.
"And that was absolutely enough, my Fire Lord." You whisper, papering his skin from his ear down along his jawline with slow, long-lasting kisses.
"I'll never look at that balcony the same way again. I can forget about trying to meditate there." Zuko sighs, gripping your waist and tilting his head back to give you better access. He feels your lips curve into a smirk against the skin of his neck before you begin working on the collar of his robe.
"You weren't exactly patient with this anyway, honey⊠And I can assure you, the patrol that interrupted us won't be looking at that balcony again either."
"Besides, thisâŠ" Aang points to the blue arrow on his forehead, snapping Zuko out of another memory of you. "It's a pass to literally everywhere. I'll show you tomorrow. Night, Zuz. I'm going to my room."
"You don't have..." Zuko begins, but Aang is already out of sight. "Your room here." He sighs, exasperated.
Even in his own palace, he had no right of voice against the Avatar... he should have locked him in a cell when he still could.
But he had to admit to himself that no council meeting, no unannounced visits from Aang, no sudden crises had ever bothered him as much as these unwanted, incoming memories of you that hit him when he least expected it. The feeling was comparable to an attempted lightning redirection. One word, one movement, and suddenly his heart was pierced by the memory of you.
Appa's scream echoes through the city, causing Zuko to close his eyes and count to ten, mentally preparing to explain himself to the council tomorrow after the Avatar and his pet showed up at the palace unannounced.
Yes. He will definitely die at the hands of the Avatar. Or rather, one of his ideas.
You arrive on Ember Island exactly two weeks before the Gaang's official arrival.
Some might have considered it foolish or risky, but to you, it made perfect sense. They never left earlier than planned. Sometimes they extended their visits, but never in six years had they been on the island when you were.
You'd cultivated this tradition for several years. Maybe it was the thrill that kept you coming backâthe thought that if you miraculously got your calculations right, you'd find yourself on the island with them. But honestly, you were more likely to bump into one of them randomly visiting during the year than exactly two weeks before them.
So here you are. In a wig on Ember Island, stepping off a ship that arrived exactly a week before the one carrying Zuko and the others was supposed to dock.
At first, you always visit a bookshop. A particular one, run by an elderly woman who buys your book ideas from you and publishes them. You wrote many of the romances on Ember Island. And those stories were somewhat inspired by⊠your own experience.
Sometimes you wonder if Zuko ever came across one of them.
After collecting your money, you'd go to the market, stock up on supplies for the week, and then disappear into one of the abandoned beachside cottagesâmostly those belonging to the servants who came with the Gaang.
You'd relax on the beach for a week, occasionally camping there, and then take the ship back to the mainland exactly two days before Aang and the others were scheduled to arrive. And that always worked. For a while.
The difficulties began as soon as you left the bookstore.
Preparations for the Fire Lily Festival on Ember Island were in full swing, considering the Fire Lord visited the residents during this time. You were used to people always being excited and busy and the city bustling with activity. But this year, it was... exceptionally crowded.
That alone made you suspicious. Fire Nation soldiers were everywhere, forcing you to take cover under your red umbrella whenever you passed them. Because of the patrols, you had to take the longer path to the cabins on the island, which led to a walkway past the park.
And you almost trip over your own feet when you see the large statue of Zuko in the central part of the park, where preparations for the festival and decorating it with flowers have already begun.
The monument is... impressive. Hovering above the trees in the park, it depicts Zuko in some sort of firebender stance.
Zuko, his long hair loose, his chest covered only by some kind of open tank top. You practically drop your jaw, salivating at the sight of the carved stone muscles of his arm, his abs, and his broad shoulders. His scar, of course, is barely visibleâjust a few scratches in the stone around his eye. You wonder if it's not... a slightly exaggerated likeness. It had to be. There was no other option. Otherwise, your sanity would be ruined.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A woman, also looking at the statue, accosts you. "There used to be one of Ozai's here. Luckily, after the war, they quickly demolished it, and the city commissioned a statue of Fire Lord Zuko. Carved from pure moonstone, by non-benders. My niece herself participated in the work."
"That⊠is very pretty." You clear your throat, swallowing. "Impressive. Very. These⊠shapes and proportions. Those carvings⊠reflecting the bone structure. Amazing." You say, feeling blood rush to your cheeks, making you blush furiously. If Zuko really looked like thatâŠ
"It will look even better at the festival. I hope the Fire Lord likes it."
"I'm sure it will be..." you mutter distracted, sending one last glance at the statue. "I... have to go now. Have a great festival." You greet the woman and quickly flee.
Your heart races as you mentally scold yourself for acting like a horny teenager. It was just a monument. A perfectly accurate monument to your ex. Nothing more. At least that's what you try to tell yourself, trying not to think of the statue's stone eyes.
You go to the market, focusing on buying everything you need and trying to forget for a moment what you've just seen. You roll up your umbrella, push through the crowds, and try to stock up on a week's worth of supplies.
You doubted you'd come back to the town again. You no longer trusted yourself not to venture near that damned park again if you'd have the occasion to stare at...
"No, come on. That's not her. She has different hair. Ouch, Toph! What?! I think I still remember her hair, don't make a fool out of me!" You freeze in the meat queue when you hear Sokka's distinct voice somewhere behind you.
"You're doing it well enough for yourself, without even considering that she might be wearing a wig, you imbecile!"
"Ah, a wig! Clever... Aang, why didn't we have a wig for you? It would make it easier for us to escape from Zuko, just like it did for her. Maybe this is the golden mean of escaping him - a wig! That's why he can't track her! Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. I'm not surprised now that after she joined the team, we got into significantly less trouble."
A variety of emotions wash over you.
First, panic, because if Sokka, Aang, and Toph are nearby, then Zuko is definitely with them, and you don't know how the hell that could have happened, since their ship was supposed to be just leaving Fire Nation lands of Caldera City.
Then... a strange longing and amusement relieves it as you are listening to their banter, which strikes right at your hardened, lonely heart. Because it makes you remember all the good times you spent travelling with them. With your people, your family. And it breaks your heart to think that it was your fault you lost contact with them.
But then reality hits you. You had to run before anyone realised you might actually be here. You manoeuvre through the crowd, trying to get as far away from them as possible.
Your heart threatens to leap out of your chest, but you stubbornly keep moving forward, manoeuvring between the stalls and people. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Fire Nation soldiers approaching. You turn onto a side street of the marketâone that overlooks the cliffs and oceanâand for a moment you let your guard down, too happy that you've somehow managed to avoid danger and will soon disappear into the surrounding forest.
"Toph, damn it! Wait for us..." You turn, glancing over your shoulder at the sound of Sokka's voice, but you can't see them anywhere. So focused on looking back, you bump into someone, completely losing your balance.
"I'm so sorry..." You freeze when you hear the voice of the man whose chest you fell straight into. You make the terrible mistake of thoughtlessly lifting your head, and then your eyes meet the amber irises of the man you wanted to escape from the most. "Y/NâŠ" Zuko mumbles in shock, his grip on you loosening as he stares at you in complete shock, amazement even, drinking in the sight of you after six long years not really believing his eyes.
When you ran away, Zuko and you were still teenagers, entering adulthood. You weren't... in your full physical form. And now, after six years, standing before the man he has become, you are completely speechless.
He was well-built, not like the Earthbenders of the Earth Nation, but... more defined. Broad in the shoulders, with visibly muscular arms that held you securely. Your imagination ran wild for a moment, convincing you completely that the statue you'd just admired a while ago truly reflected his... current physique.
The gentle trembling of his hands on your waist sends an electric shiver through you. You feel as if his hands are bending his fire, which spreads through all of you from where his fingertips gently press against you, as if he's trying to convince himself that you're really here. In his arms.
"Zuko..." you mutter, saying his name aloud for the first time in six years.
You see the glint in his eyes, the swallow, and the movement of his throat as he hears the whisper of his name fall from your lips. He tilts his head toward you, his long hair falling against your chest, making you shiver in his arms.
He had changed. His facial features were more defined. His jaw was sharp, clenched tightly against the emotions boiling inside him, which, if they were even half as intense as yours, he hid better than ever.
His bright red lips, which once spoke your name so tenderly, which you could kiss without hesitation, were a bit fuller, but his eyes... His warm, intense golden eyes, more beautiful than any amber and gold in the world, and the furious maroon scar around his left eye had not changed at all â you'd recognise them anywhere, even if you had been able to draw them waked up in the middle of the night.
And you know, with all the certainty of this world, that no monument, no portrait, no likeness can fully reflect the entire masterpiece of his beauty.
His golden, intense gaze falls from your eyes to your lips for a moment. Your wig falls from your head, landing on the ground with a small thud, causing your hair to loosen.
And for a moment, you have a terrible, damned urge to kiss him. To taste his lips again, to see if they were as soft as you remembered them being, if they would still whisper your name with the devotion and passion he showed you. And you think he does too, judging by the way he leans in, your noses gently touching, stealing the breath from your lungs in anticipation.
Feeling his breath on your lips, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to listen to his rapid breathing, the frantic beating of his heart that practically sings to you, pumping his blood at a dizzying pace. You just freeze in place, waiting for him to make a move, for the moment he'll lean in a little further, cup your cheek with his large, calloused hand, and pull you in for a long-awaited kiss.
But that moment never comes.
"It's actually Y/N! Zuko, you found her!" Sokka cheers somewhere next to you, snapping you out of the little bubble you've fallen into with the single glimpse of those amber eyes at you.
You move without thinking. The instinct to flee suddenly kicks in, reminding you that this isn't some scene from a romance novel.
One moment you're in Zuko's arms, the next you're breaking free, grabbing water from a barrel, and freezing him in place. You pick up your bag and run as fast as you can toward the forest.
"Y/N! Wait!" You hear Aang calling after you. Zuko's soft curse as he uses his fire to melt the ice that's frozen his feet to the sidewalk, but you're already running onto the path into the forest.
You run fast, barely looking down as your lungs ache with every breath. You know you're no match for them over long distances.
Zuko will catch you sooner or later, being far more durable than you. Aang can easily take to the air and track you down in the open. Toph will sense your every footstep on the ground, and Sokka will know how to herd you into places where they'll have the advantage.
Therefore, you need to hide wisely. It's best to do so now, while you're out of anyone's direct line of sight. And then, you see a river.
Without a second thought, you plunge in, create a bubble of air by manipulating the water, and wait. One quick step and a jump. Two, three, four. You thank the spirits that the river was deep enough so no one could see you. You wait a moment and then emerge, happy that you've managed to outwit them all...
Meanwhile, the pursuit continues. Zuko runs straight ahead along the path, suspecting you'll either blindly flee, trying to lose them along the way while you try to get back to the city and lose them there, or you'll approach the ocean to use the water against them, stunning them, and then escaping.
And even though he runs as fast as he can, he can't see you. You vanished from his sight after a bend in the forest. He knows logically that he should have caught up with you by now, but he keeps running, stubborn and with a glimmer of hope that maybe you haven't managed to escape him after all... because where could you possibly be?
Zuko stops at the end of the escarpment. And he sees nothing. No one. He leans out, checking the beach, the shore. Not a trace. Not even the slightest footprint, any presence. He sighs furiously and lets himself scream, releasing flames from his fists that burst into the air before him.
Sokka and Aang rush over to him a moment later. They watch as he tries to calm down, taking several deep breaths. Aang nods at Zuko. Sokka shakes his head dramatically and crosses his hands in front of his chest. Aang sighs, holding out his hand. They quickly play a game of rock-paper-scissors. Sokka groans quietly, losing, and hesitantly approaches Zuko.
Sokka sends one last glance at Aang before looking up at the sky, coming to terms with his fate and gently placing his hand on Zuko's shoulder.
"Looks like we lost her. But don't worry, Sparky, at least now we know she's on the island! We'll cover the ports with your terrifying soldiers. She won't get away. Even a clever thing like her."
"I think we should give up on this." Zuko sighs, ignoring Sokka's comforting pats on his back.
"What? Why? You're unbearable without her." Aang gives Sokka a warning look. "I mean, that... well... you miss her. And that moment! You two had THE MOMENT! All staring at each other and all that romantic shit. You two were almost kissing there! Things aren't dead, Fireman!"
"She's running away from me. I won't chase her around if she... doesn't want to be around."
Zuko hates the weakness in his voice, the slight tremor he can't control. But how else was he supposed to react, having you in his arms after all these years for a few seconds only to have you vanish into thin air again like a ghost?
"Oh, suddenly the politics of chasing people all over the world don't sit well with you? Really? C'mon! She is literally the nearest she will ever be. There won't be a better occasion to finally catch her! Aang? A little backup here maybe?"
"Toph is not with us." Aang notes, finally joining them.
Zuko sits on a fallen tree trunk, clasping his hands together and trying to calm his... fiery temper, realising what Aang's words meant. His hands tremble as he feels pure fire blazing within him.
"What? She was right⊠behind me." Sokka mutters, looking around and realizing she's actually gone.
"Well, since she's not with usâŠ"
"Do you think she's lost? Have they kidnapped her? After all there was this one time when she and KataraâŠ"
"That means she got Y/N." Zuko interrupts pensively.
He⊠isn't entirely sure if he's happy about this turn of events. Seeing you⊠it did something to him⊠but you ran away. You literally froze him in place so he wouldn't follow you. And for a moment⊠he felt like he was the same boy chasing the Avatar and fighting you. And it was a rather⊠painful flashback.
But then again... you didn't run away immediately. You didn't scream as you fell into his arms; you didn't make a move to use your waterbending on him. You just stood there in his embrace, as captivated as he was.
And that, unfortunately, gave him this damn hope that maybe, just maybe, a part of you actually wanted him to catch you and keep you with him.
"I wouldn't be so sure about Toph catching her. Y/N runs incredibly fast. And this forest is huge."
"And Toph can feel every step for miles around. It'll be fine. Come on. We're going back to the cabin to Katara. We were only supposed to go out for a moment to get food. It will come in handy when Toph brings back our runaway." Aang says, wrapping his arms around Zuko and Sokka and leading them out of the forest along the path they came from.
"Good hunting, gentlemen. I'm hungry from chasing her. I don't know how Sparky managed to do that for three years and stay in shape. Anyway, we have to plan our big reunion party! All Gaang once again gathered again. That will be amazing!" Zuko shoots Sokka a furious look. He clears his throat, blushing slightly with embarrassment when he limits his excitement. "I mean, we'll question her first, you two explain yourselves, do the talking part, and when everything works out and you are together forever once again, THEN we'll throw a big reunion party." Sokka finishes, thanking the spirits for Aang placing himself between him and the angry, grumpy firebender.
"I have a feeling it won't quite work out that way." Zuko comments optimistically as always.
"Well⊠we'll probably need some alcohol and something to eat anyway. Off to the market, team Avatar! Operation Lost Turtle Duck is far from over!"
Zuko frowns at Sokka but decides not to comment on the strange name. Secretly hoping that Toph wouldn't manage to find you after all⊠because he honestly didn't know how he could stand in front of you again and keep from kissing you senselessly.
Taglist for Zuko: @rosieposiediditagain @animelover100 @aoi-warrior
Summary: You met Vi at a bar deep in the alleys of Zaun. She had just finished a match in the pit, won it no doubt, but with her battered and bruised being she was so irresistible in your eyes. So, of course, you approached her. And then begun the cycle that is surely to end...
WC: N/A
CW: Angst! violence (pitfights), profanity, suggestive (maybe smut we'll see), toxic dynamic, hurt (little to no comfort), Vi isn't over Cait, Reader is basically just being used...
A/N: This is the preview post hehe. So, each chapter is inspired by a song by Fiona Apple from her album When The Pawn... and each song will represent a different stage of grief as Reader realizes she will never be who Vi truly wants her to be.
This is a call out post, to protect our spaces as queer women.
This is a call out post directed to @ijwrsmff
Recently i saw a post of vi and caitlyn X Male Reader. Naturally, due to cait and vi being CONFIRMED lesbian characters, i was beyond appalled. I checked the comments under that fic to see if anyone had said anything, or if anyone had reposted the fic with a response, i found nothing. I moved to their blog, intrigued, because has nobody really spoken up about this?? Sure enough, i found a post that they made responding to an anon who had called them out, to which they responded to the anon with these EXACT words:
âThe only thing I found on their sexuality was that they were queer. It doesnât explicitly state on any official media that theyâre lesbians. Itâs possible theyâre bi or pan, and while I agree itâs probable theyâre lesbians, this was also a request. I wasnât going to not write it, even if I donât fully believe theyâre not lesbians. Especially since the official media only states that theyâre queer.
I donât accept hate on my page, and Iâm not going to shame the requester because they like the characters. If official media stated them as 100% lesbians it would also be a bit different. Iâve gotten some comments on this, and while I donât support erasing sexualities in canon media, againâŠit only states theyâre queer.â
So to @ijwrsmff, you say you did your research, no? I call absolute bullshit.
âTheyâre only stated as queerâÂ
âIt doesnât explicitly state on any official media that theyâre lesbiansâ
Iâve done ACTUAL research, unlike you, and here are all the OFFICIAL sources iâve personally found that explicitly establish vi and caitlyn as lesbians. Keep in mind, these were extremely easy to find, so your lazy ass has absolutely no excuse for claiming you conducted âresearchâ while somehow failing to uncover a single one of these sources, or just a single source in general.
A tweet posted by the official League of Legends account during 2025. Official art for Pride Month, where cait is clearly shown with a lesbian flag literally ON HER. [click for link]
Official Riot Games website. âCELEBRATE PRIDE 2023â with a picture of vi wearing a lesbian pin. [click for link]
Ben Forbes (DRAGGLES), who is part of the comms and community teams for League of Legends and League of Legends: WILD RIFT. And is currently the Editor-in-Chief for 2XKO, Riot's upcoming 2D fighting game. [click for link to read more about him]
Why did i mention Ben Forbes? Because he made this post in 2025 [click for link], explicitly stating that vi is NOT bi, nor any other sexuality, but rather strictly LESBIAN. More importantly, he explicitly stated that the narrative team had specifically asked him to make that statement publicly. So unless youâre suggesting that a member of Riotâs own narrative team somehow doesnât understand their own character, your argument falls apart immediately.
During Lesbian Visibility Week, The League of Legends official Twitter account made this post, using the lesbian flag colors, depicting vi and cait alongside other lesbian characters from Riot. [click for link]
Vi and cait both have two separate pages on the Fandom Wikia website, one for them in LoL the game, and one for them in Arcane the show. And in all four of them, two for cait and two for vi, theyâre labeled as lesbians.
Vi: LoL [click for link]
Vi: Arcane [click for link]
Cait: LoL [click for link]
Cait: Arcane [click for link]
Here is Riot Gameâs official website, sharing fan art during pride month, in 2023. Some of which show caitlyn and vi with the lesbian flag. I donât see why they would put that on their OFFICIAL website, if they did not agree with it. [click for link]
This took me no more than 15 minutes to find. Iâm almost certain that if i actually sat down and conducted a more extensive search, i wouldâve found even more sources. So you claiming that you conducted âresearchâ and somehow found NOTHING AT ALL that explicitly identifies vi and cait as lesbians is not only ridiculous, it is visibly dishonest.
You said âwhile I agree itâs probable theyâre lesbians, this was also a request. I wasnât going to not write it.â Why not? Youâre acting as though you have absolutely no agency nor free will over what you choose to create, as though someone sending you a request somehow absolves you of personal responsibility for choosing to fulfill it. Youâre a 27 year old, acting like youâre not old enough to distinguish right from wrong, or to understand that you are fully capable of exercising your own judgment and refusing to participate in something you know is wrong.
And that is especially hypocritical considering you claim you âdonât supportâ queer and lesbian erasure, while actively facilitating it. You had multiple opportunities to acknowledge the canon, reconsider the request, or simply refuse/ignore it. Instead, you chose to turn a blind eye to the easily accessible official sources that, without a doubt, establish caitlyn and vi as lesbians, and then used the ambiguity of the word âqueerâ as a convenient justification for writing them as something they canonically are NOT.
You claim you donât support queer erasure while actively CONTRIBUTING to it. You are actively creating a space where men can come into your inbox and request fantasies involving literal lesbians, and instead of questioning why they feel entitled to do so, what it is that you mightâve done to make them think your space is a safe space for them, you defend their right to make those requests because you apparently donât want to âshameâ them.
Us as queer people, us as LESBIANS, didnât endure years and years of discrimination, torment, and absolute mental and physical torture, something a lot of us still experience to this day, something i experience everyday, just for those same people to come along, sexualize us, fantasize about us, and strip away the very identity that our representation is supposed to depict, all while hiding behind the excuse that itâs ânot realâ or ânot official.â
Theyâre dating for fucks sake. There is an entire scene where caitlyn shows clear discomfort toward flirting with a man, then goes OUT OF HER WAY to seek out a woman instead. There is an overwhelming amount of official lesbian art, posts, and promotional material surrounding them. Riot Games have literally reposted fanart of Caitlyn and vi with the lesbian flag. Riot Games have made OFFICIAL art of Caitlyn and vi with the lesbian flag.
At what point does it become enough evidence for you people? When the company that CREATED THEM explicitly associates them with lesbian representation? When members of Riotâs own teams publicly identify vi as a lesbian? When official promotional material depicts them alongside other lesbian characters?
You are beyond appalling to me for enabling this behavior, for participating in it, for writing what you wrote, and for deliberately providing a safe space for men to fantasize about literal lesbians.
âI didnât want to shame the person who sent that request.â
If they know anything about LoL or Arcane, they almost certainly know that cait and vi are lesbians. They knew what they were requesting. And yes, they SHOULD be called out for it. They donât get to hide behind the fact that you were the one who ultimately decided to fulfill their request. Both of you deserve criticism for your respective choices.
Iâve said this already, but donât even attempt to lie your way out of this by claiming you didnât know. You said yourself that you conducted âresearchâ and found nothing establishing cait or vi as lesbians.
IT TOOK ME NO MORE THAN 15 MINUTES TO FIND WHAT YOU ALLEGEDLY COULDNâT.
That is NOT a failure of available information. Thatâs a failure of your own willingness to look.
I donât care if this makes those men out there who want to sexualize lesbians so badly angry. Good. Let them be angry. Iâll continue to speak up for whatâs right and for my people, because yes, it IS that serious. You will NOT turn our safe spaces into something else. You will NOT take the very little representation that we have in comparison to heterosexual people and deliberately reinterpret it into something more convenient for you.
Caitlyn and vi are lesbians. Thatâs not an invitation for debate. Thatâs not an âinconvenienceâyou can simply disregard by saying âtheyâre only queer.â In order to justify and excuse what you want to write. Caitlyn and Vi are lesbians, THAT is what they are.
Deal with it.
I know there are probably some queer women out there who mightâve seen that fic about cait and vi x reader, and i know it mightâve made them feel a particularly unpleasant way, but they mightâve been hesitant to say anything. I know because some of my mutuals reached out to me, and it genuinely hurt to see them feeling too scared to speak up about something like this happening in their OWN space.Â
No matter how hard we try to build and preserve these safe spaces for ourselves, there will always be people who feel entitled to enter them and undermine the very sense of safety weâve created.
I donât blame them. I donât blame any queer women who mightâve wanted to say something but felt too scared, uncomfortable, or worried about what might happen if they did. After all, our people have been subjected to discrimination and hostility for generations, and itâs completely understandable that some of us might hesitate to put ourselves in a position where we could be targeted for speaking out.
But iâm making this post because i want you to know that youâre NOT alone. Iâm here, and i can assure you that there are so many other people who probably saw that post and felt the exact same way you did.Â
You are not being dramatic, you are not overreacting, and you are not wrong for feeling uncomfortable seeing something like that in a space that is supposed to be safe for people like us.
So to all the queer women reading this, if you need anything, whether you want to talk, vent, or simply have someone who understands, my dms are always open for you.
(Forgive me for using the âJinx X Readerâ despite this post not being about jinx. The person who made the X Male Reader fic used it in that pist, and i wanted to reach anyone who mightâve seen it, by using similar tags. I deeply apologize for any inconvenience.)
This is the fic they made, alongside the anon they responded to:
Adult Katara x reader, being fluff? đđ (She deserves to be loved, like really âïž)
Let me take care of you.
Paring: Adult!Katara x gn!reader
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Content/warnings: tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, slight sokka mention, kissing, emotional intimacy, bathing together (nothing explicit), proof read, I think that's it.
Summary: Being a member of the council in Republic City was hard work, you clear Kataras schedule and spend the next 24 hours taking care of her.
Wk: 1k
Being a member of the council in Republic City was hard work, no less being a representative. It was tiring, which was why kataras favorite part of the day was coming home to you, the love of her life.
Katara walks through the door of her home after a long day, a sigh escaping her lips before the smell of food hits her nose. Her gaze falls down the hallway, a smile spreading on her lips as she begins walking down the hallway. She follows the smell into the kitchen where she finds you standing over the stove making her favorite food. She smiles, walking up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist. She rests her head on your shoulder, peaking over and watching you cook.
"Hey, sweetheart." You chuckle, turning your head and pressing a light kiss to the side of her head. "How was your day?" You continue, turning back to the stove and stiring the pot. You hear light sigh escape her lips, her face pressing into your neck as she pecks a small kiss there.
"Long." She starts, her voice muffled against your skin. "So many people talking to me at onceâ I barely got any information." She huffs, a small laugh escaping her lips. You hum in response, turning the stove off and nudging Katara away from the stove before turning to face her. You wrap your arms around her neck, fingers tangling in her hair.
"Well its a good thing you have tomorrow off." You hum, earning a confused hum from Katara. She lifts her head to look at you.
"What? No I don't." She replies, raising an eyebrow at the smile that formed on your lips. "What did you do?" She questions playfully, thumbs tracing circles over your waist through your shirt.
"I cleared your schedule, you need a day to yourself, sweetie. Just you and me." You start, fingers threading through her hair as you spoke. "No distractions, no meetings, no Sokka barging in because he needs help with something. Just me taking care of you for a day." You hum, placing a kiss on the corner of her mouth. She hums a small agreement, frowning at the thought of missing the meeting tomorrow but immediately melting into your arms as you begin massaging her shoulders.
"Mm..yeah, that sounds amazing.." She mutters, burying her face into your neck and letting out a soft sigh.
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After the two of you eat dinner, you run a hot bath for Katara. You left the bathroom to grab a fresh towel and to give her some privacy as she stripped down to nothing and sank into the hot water. You came in minutes later, discarding your own clothes and stepping into the bath with her.
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A soft hum escapes your lips as you run your fingers through her dampened hair, massaging her scalp as she rests against the edge of the tub. Her head resting against your chest as you both soaked in the comforting silence. Her eyes close as she relaxes further into you, the water rippling around the both of you as she shifts slightly.
"This is nice.." She hums out quietly, her hand finding yours and lacing your fingers together.
You smile, running your free hand through her hair then letting it rest on her shoulder, your thumb gently rubbing circles into her.
"Thank you, sweetheart." She whispers,flipping herself over to face you, straddling your hips. Her hand finds your cheek, her thumb dragging along your skin. "I really needed this. Your amazing.." She continues, leaning forward and kissing you. Your hands find her waist as you kiss her back, lips locked in a slow, yet passionate kiss. When she pulls away, she rests her forehead against yours, her eyes soft and tired.
"I love you, sweetie." she hums, pressing another short kiss to your lips.
"I love you too, Sweetheart." You mutter back, resting your head on her shoulder.
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Long after the bath, The two of toy sit together in bed, Katara silently reading a scroll while you braided her hair. The sun had set not that long ago and the moonlight poured in from the window into the dimmed room. You both just sat in comfortable silence for a while. The only sound in the house being your heartbeats and intertwined breathing. The silent hum of the night filled the room, neither of you spoke. You didn't need to.
Later, you both fall asleep around midnight, tangled up with eachother underneath the sheets soaking in each others warmth.
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The morning comes slow, the sun pouring in through the closed curtains. Katara, hardly awake, reaches out beside her to find the bed empty. She pushes herself up, the blanket pooping around her waist. She opens her eyes and looks around, scanning the room for you. When she finds the room empty and the door sightly ajar, she puts two and two together and gets out of bed. She wraps herself in a robe and heads towards the kitchen, where to no surprise, you were, standing over the stove half asleep and making breakfast. Katara can't help but laugh at the scene in front of her.
"Good morning, darling." She says through a giggle, walking behind you and wrapping her arms around her waist. You hum a tired reply, hand mindlessly moving the eggs around in the pan.
"G'morning, sweetheart.." You mutter, voice still groggy with sleep.
You weren't a morning person and she knew that. She watches you closely as you continue making breakfast, turning off the stove after you finished cooking. You both ate breakfast together, planning all that you would do together the whole day.
You both decide on going to a small festival, spending the whole day playing games and enjoying each others company. Katara got the rest she needed and you got the spend the whole day with her, no distractions, no meetings.
Just you, and her.
A/n: THIS TOOK 10 TRIES TO UPLOAD. I HATE TUMBLR. Thanks for reading! Sorry it's so short, I had a lot more trouble writing this than I thought I would so it's not my best work
Pairing: Zuko x fem!waterbedner! reader
Summary: Immediately after the Great War ended, Zuko needed to dedicate himself to his duties as Fire Lord and rebuild his country after the years of his father's rule. And you knew perfectly well that this wasn't the time in your life where you could be that for him. So you left. And for those six years, until Aang concocted a plot to lure you into meeting Zuko, you never thought of the new Fire Lord... except on some midnights.
Taglist for Zuko: @rosieposiediditagain
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"And I never think of him⊠except on midnights like this" - "Midnight Rain" by Taylor Swift
You hate midnights like these.
Midnights, when you're staring at the ceiling of whatever motel you're currently staying in, unable to calm your thoughts. Lately, they've been happening more often. You'd lie there staring at the ceiling, playing with your tribal bracelet, praying to the spirits to finally let your raging thoughts shut off, even if only for a moment.
At midnights like these, you preferred the nights when you fell asleep exhausted from crying. At least you didn't think so fiercely about him then.
A letter from Iroh lies abandoned on your nightstand. It arrived today. It was delivered by a falcon adorned with royal insignia. You have no idea how Iroh's falcons managed to track you down, and the soldiers Zuko sent you after have only run into you maybe three times in six years. You find it quite amusing.
Although perhaps you've become too practised at avoiding them.
Or maybe Zuko had finally given in. Part of you would have been relieved, but there was still this stubborn other one that wouldn't let you just move on from him as you should. And that little, treacherous piece of you only grew more hopeful with each letter Zuko's uncle wrote.
You wonder if Zuko wrote to you too. If he spent steady, sleepless midnights lying in his royal four-poster bed, thinking of you, cursing you on scraps of paper that will never reach you. You swallow the lump in your throat at the thought and ignore the sting in your eyes as you open Iroh's letter.
Dear Y/N,
Six years without a word is a bit too dramatic, even for an old man like me, let alone Zuko. But I must admit he's handling it better than I ever could.
I hope you're safe. You could at least write this down since we both know you're reading these letters. (My wise birds would sooner peck at anyone else who tried to take them away. And considering how perfectly they're returned to me, I'm convinced they're in your hands.)
So, since my letters aren't working on you, I have to bring out the big guns.
Happy reading,
Iroh
You frown, sitting cross-legged on the bed and leaning against the headboard, rummaging through the envelope. Three sheets of paper fall out. You open the one that's more chipped and crumbled than the others.
You freeze, recognising Zuko's handwriting. You drop the paper onto the bed as if it were made of living fire and practically jump out of it, your bare feet hitting the squeaky wooden motel floor.
The old bastard sent you some of Zuko's letters that might have been for you.
They really shouldn't have had THAT much of an effect on you. You blame your reaction mainly on the fact that for six years you'd been so fervently avoiding any contact with him that now even something like the stupid, probably old letters Iroh easily took from whatever hideout Zuko kept them in made your heart race, your breath hitch, and you could hear the rush of your own blood.
Only when you feel the cold on your feet do you realise that your panic has gotten the better of you and has begun to freeze the floor beneath you.
"Fuck," you curse, trying to clear your mind and focus on melting the ice from the frosted floor.
The only thing missing from your misfortunes for today would be someone suddenly entering your room and discovering that you're not a non-bender examining the condition of the local lakes.
You don't even want to guess how quickly you'd find yourself in the nearest military base, waiting for transport to the palace. And straight to him. Just because you saw the letters he wrote.
"Is everything alright there, honey?" You're pulled out of your dark thoughts by a knock and voices coming from behind the door. "I heard some cracking."
After making sure there is no more ice in the room, you put on your robe and open the door slightly.
"It's okay, Mrs Birohna. I... I just thought I saw a spider and got scared. " You laugh awkwardly, hoping the old woman will buy your lie and leave you alone. So you can read the letters. Or burn them. You don't know yet which will be better for your sanity.
"I don't rent rooms with spidersâŠ"
"Of course. I just imagined it. A strange refraction of light. Sorry for the noise."
The woman eyes you suspiciously but eventually nods, too tired to snoop further.
"If you can't sleep, make yourself some tea instead of waking up other people," she mutters angryly before you close the door behind her. A very polite woman. Now you know why the prices here were so low compared to other motels. And why you were the only one renting a room here.
You promise yourself this is the last time you'll stop here and return to bed with a small candle, which you place on the nightstand. You stare at the three new letters, trying to gather your courage. Which is idiotic, to say the least.
Because what could happen if you read them? Nothing. Just words on paper. Probably telling you how Zuko despises you and wishes he'd never met you. After all, you could stand it⊠right? At least that was what you deserved.
"Fuck it," you mutter, shaking your head and sitting on the bed. You were on Team Avatar when it was you against the world. Three stupid letters from your ex can't affect you like that.
With trembling hands, you reach for the first letter. Probably the oldest. The ink is already a little faded, and the paper is starting to crumble slightly at the corners, either from age or from constant rubbingâa nervous tic you'd seen Zuko exhibit several times before you left.
You hold your breath slightly when you see the date in the top corner.
A week after you left.
Y/N,
Where the hell are you? I wrote to Aang, he said he hadn't received a letter from you in months. Not to mention that meeting, which clearly isn't happening. (Thanks for the extra ride, because of course I followed you like a fool the morning you left, only to be surprised that no one showed up.)
Did you lie to me? Really? Is this how it's supposed to be now? One argument and you run away?
This is so irresponsible and stupid, I never would have expected it from you. But maybe it's just one of your Water Tribe customs. Soak into the earth and evaporate.
I won't argue with you over letters. I don't want to argue with you at all, but how the hell could you just⊠disappear?
You're scaring me us all.
Come home,
Zuko
You snort, mad, as if he had no right to be so furious with your behaviour. No one has ever been able to piss you off like he does. And in a letter from six years ago. A week after you ran away... well, maybe he had a point after all.
You tossed the letters aside, your mood completely ruined. You'd expected at least one angry letter from Zuko-he wasn't exactly a calm man, after all-but it still stung.
So you decide to be absolutely childish and ignore the remaining two letters. There was no point in reading them. They were outdated; whatever Zuko had written in them, he certainly didn't think so anymore. He might not have been courting anyone yet, but he was definitely over you by now. It made sense not to dwell on the past.
However, your hand has a brain of its own and reaches for another one.
You shake your head, close your eyes, and rest your forehead against your treacherous hand, trying to talk yourself out of this idea.
And you really do put those letters aside. You're ready to throw the rest into the blazing fire in the morning. Because what would they change? Nothing. Absolutely. Six years have passed. Nothing could ever be between you again.
So you throw everything on the nightstand and stubbornly lie in bed with your back to them. And so you lie. The first hour passes. The second. Before you know it, it's 3 a.m., and you still can't sleep.
Finally, you roll over. Your gaze involuntarily drifts to the stack of papers on the nightstand beside you. And in the moonlight, Zuko's signature is visible, as if to spite you. Your heart beats slightly faster, and you're suddenly acutely aware of the water droplets beginning to form on your palms.
"Damn Iroh." You mutter, sitting down and picking up another piece of paper.
This one is different. Maybe a little... fresher than the first, but it's more wrinkled. Zuko's handwriting is uneven here, as if he wrote in a hurry. Your fingertips involuntarily trace the swirls of ink that form his name. You shake your head. Time to rip off this band-aid and read how he became hateful to you.
Y/N,
This has really gone too far. You don't answer my letters, some of them just bounce back. Do you know how bloody scared I am for you? Six months of silence is probably punishment enough for whatever I've done. And help me, souls of all the Fire Lords, I don't even know what for you can be so angry with me.
Where the fuck does it end? Do I really have to search the world for you like I did for Aang? If I go on an expedition looking for you, will you finally come home? Will you at least send me a fucking piece of paper telling me you're okay?
Because I can do it. You know it perfectly well. You know me perfectly well. Just as I know you. So, don't make me chase you around the world, because sooner or later I'll find you and drag you back home. With or without your consent.
And maybe I'm turning into my damn father, but what else am I supposed to do when the love of my life suddenly left without a word? No one has heard from you, no one. Not Katara, not Sokka, not Aang, not Toph, although she's a great liar and even if she knew anything, she wouldn't tell me.
Let's end this cat-and-mouse game. For our mutual peace of mind. Mostly mine.
Write and tell me where to come pick you up,
Zuko
You look at the date again. Ironically, you were the closest you'd ever dared to venture to his palace. As if you'd somehow sensed it. You sigh, rereading his words. You'd break. You know you would. If that letter had fallen into your hands, you'd have returned to him. To that palace. You don't even know if it was the right thing to do. You're no longer sure of anything. And it's all thanks to Iroh.
You sigh as you begin another letter, convinced that nothing he writes could destroy you more than your own thoughts about yourself. And oh, how wrong you are.
Y/N,
Do you know it's been four years already? It's pathetic that I know the more exact date with hours, minutes and probably seconds, right? Four years without seeing your smile, your eyes. Four years without hearing your voice. Four years living with only the memories of your scent, the taste of your lips, and the feel of your skin under my fingertips. Four years of dreams, haunted by visions of our future that we could have had, the past, and terrible visions that I am afraid to say out loud for fear of tempting fate by making them come true.
Four years and I still can't find you or forget you.
Sometimes I think I see you. In the palace, in the market, at those rare Gaang gatherings. (You worry us all, by the way.) But then those people who look so much like you turn, showing me their empty faces that couldn't even be compared to yours, and my heart returns to that strange state. Not quite alive, not quite dead. As if it still hoped you'd come back and we'd fix everything.
I miss you so much it's pathetic. Every night, full of pride and honour, I sit at my desk and start writing you the desperate letters of a longing, abandoned lover. But I can't stop. Even if I wanted to.
Because none of this matters when you're not here. It's disgusting, the power you have over me, and you don't even know it, you don't want to know it, because you run from me as if I could ever hurt you, and yet you're the one who ripped my heart out and took it with you, never even looking back.
And the worst thing is that I don't even know why.
You have no idea how many sleepless nights I've spent, and still do, wondering what I did to make you leave without a word.
First, I thought someone had kidnapped you, that something had happened to you. I sent my soldiers out like a madmaniac searching for you. And do you know how my heart shattered when one of them told me they'd found you, but you were running from them? As if my father had sent his men after you?
Then, I thought that maybe you'd found someone else, and Y/N, honey, the thought alone makes me want to set this whole palace on fire. I wanted to burn everything that reminded me of you, but still, after all these years, your room stands untouched, and I'm stuck with these damn little things of yours, celebrating them like some kind of relic, because what else do I have left of you?
You don't even know (or maybe you know this feeling better than me) how hard it is when suddenly all you have left of your loved one who was with you every day are just some miserable little things that have already lost the scent of them? It's like you're dead. But you're not. And that's the only thing that comforts me and keeps me truly sane, with any shred of sanity that allows me to function normally and move on with my duties.
And maybe that was the reason you left? My anger and control issues, but Iroh reminded me that I've changed, that I'm not like that anymore. And perhaps the greatest proof of his words is that even if I didn't want to, I still love you as much as the day you left. Maybe even more. And you don't know how much I wanted to hate you, to move on, but how could I hate someone who first gave me a chance? Who saw in me something more than an angry prince chasing a false sense of honour and pride.
But I don't have any of them anymore. No honour, no pride. Nothing. The only thing left for me on this great golden throne, surrounded by people who treat me with respect and sometimes those who are our friends, is helplessness. Because that's exactly what I am. Helpless. Without you. My greatest love and loss of my life.
So please come back. I'm begging you. I'll come to you on my knees and crawl like a worm if you want. Just come back and argue with me, yell at me, or stay silent from a distance where I can at least look at you. Just come home. So I can love you. Make me stop screaming your name on these rainy nights like some lost, stupid blind man, hoping to find his way back home.
Yours. Even if you never read this,
Zuko
You don't even pretend not to care anymore. Tears flow freely from your eyes, and you let out a single, pathetic, shuddering breath. Because you were truly convinced he couldn't love you anymore. Maybe he didn't? After all, it was a letter from two years ago... or at least that's how you try to soothe your tormenting conscience and heart.
Because maybe if he was as miserable without you as you were without him, on those nights when he was all you could think about... then maybe you made the wrong decision after all? Maybe six years of looking over your shoulder, travelling from country to country, running from your past and loved ones, were... senseless?
You flinch when you suddenly hear the cry of a falcon.
You bite your lip until it bleeds. You hiss, pressing your hand to your lips. You manipulate the red liquid, wrapping it around your fingertips and stopping the slight bleeding.
Falcon squeals once again.
"Stupid bird." You whisper, listening and wondering if the old housekeeper will suddenly burst into your room.
The falcon flies up to you and lands on your lap, pecking you punishingly on the thigh - not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a nice bruise.
"Ouch! Okay, okay. You don't have to torment me like that," you tell him, and you arch out of bed, looking into your duffel bag for some dried meat to give him and something to write with.
You weren't going to change your mind. You couldn't come back.
You're absolutely convinced of it. But Iroh seeps into your head through Zuko's letters, enough that with a trembling hand you reach for a scrap of parchment and a quill. You were about to do what Iroh asked of you. A small olive branch for all these years.
I'm safe and sound. I also hope your next tea is cold, overly sweet, and preferably tastes like that particularly disgusting dried herb from Ba Sing Se.
Sincerely,
You know who
What you didn't know was that this very short letter would be the turning point in your escape from the past.
"You could at least knock," Zuko mutters, looking over the parchmentâa plan of new laws he wanted to introduce, which his advisors might not necessarily like.
âTo my own nephewâs chambers?â Iroh teases him, entering with a tray of tea. "You didn't sleep, as usual?"
Zuko sighs, rubbing his eyes with his hand, and glances at the time candle on his desk. It was almost 5 a.m.
"A good ruler doesn't sleep," he replies, reaching for the teapot to pour them tea. His gaze lingers on the envelope on the tray. The envelope with his uncle's name written in your handwriting. "Shit," he mutters, pouring the tea and scalding himself with it.
He sets the teapot down on the table with a thud. Iroh gives him a disapproving look, wiping up the mess Zuko has made and watching him closely as he picks up the unsealed envelope.
"What is it?" He swallows hard, trying to control his emotions. The candle flame flickers gently from side to side, sensing his turbulent emotions and yielding to the bending he unconsciously does.
"Something I thought you'd want to read."Iroh shrugs and takes his mug, sipping his jasmine tea. "My falcon brought this an hour ago. The ink is fresh. It gives us... a narrower field of potential searches."
"I won't pursue her against her will," he mutters, tossing the envelope onto the table. He crosses his arms, making sure his willpower doesn't break, and he reaches for the letter like a pathetic desperado. "It's been six years."
"It's true. Just like you can't sleep at night, refuse to even talk to potential suitors, and spill your tea when you see an envelope with her handwriting."
Zuko blushes slightly with embarrassment. He should finally learn that lying to Iroh isn't worth it. Or he should do much better if he has already tried.
"I'm⊠simply tired of being Fire Lord. Stress, lack of sleep, and all that." He lists, avoiding looking at both his uncle's eyes and the letter from you which was still lying on the table.
He grabs the cup to avoid nervously fidgeting with his fingers or accidentally setting anything on fire. Six years without a word, and suddenly, a letter from you to his uncle lay before him.
"Mhm... well, then it's a good thing you're going on vacation with Aang and the others to Ember Island soon, right?" Iroh replies, not at all convinced by the overly casual attitude Zuko was trying to maintain.
Zuko just nods. His bun tilts slightly, and the metal flame ornament almost falls into his tea cup. Iroh tries very hard not to laugh at his nephew's nervousness.
"Get some sleep," Iroh says, standing up. "I'll make sure they write to Aang with a reminder. The boy may be the Avatar and protector of the world, but he can also be... forgetful."
"And the letter?" Zuko asks, turning towards the door - moving for the first time since he saw your handwriting.
"I've already read it." Iroh tosses casually over his shoulder, not even pausing, and leaves his chambers.
Zuko is left alone. With your letter on the table.
He loosens the collar of his robes, suddenly feeling stifled in his chambers. He glances at the map of his country, analysing every village within an hour of the falcon's flight...
He shakes his head. He had far more important things to do. Treaties and agreements to review, a meeting with the generals about future armaments... and yet he reaches for the abandoned letter.
And there are three things that Zuko knows for sure. The first one is that you're safe. The second: Iroh's next tea was exactly opposite from what you wished for his uncle to be. And the third one â most terrifying for him to realise â was that you still had so much power over him. And the proof for that was not only his earlier, awkward teenage behaviour but also his heartbeat accelerating with every word he read and the fact that he was able to read that letter in his head with your exact tone of voice.
Still, after six years, he was haunted by you. Zuko sighs, waving his hand to extinguish any fire in his room and plunging into a momentary darkness that breaks with the rising sun.
Thank you so much for reading this!!! If you want to, let me know what you think in comments! đ„°đ€đ€
Part 2 is comming soon, maybe even a little more if you want?
Also, someone should investigate how on earth I remember the Fire Nation using falcons as carrier pigeons when I watched Atla like 10 years ago. xD
Hihi I love your writing and I was wondering if you could do a fluffy and some angst fic where vi is telling reader what happened to her in jail the scene where it was hinted that she would get beaten up by the guards but anyway reader starts to get emotional and cries because they feel bad for vi :((
Anyway I always love reading your work I love the way you word things thank you have an amazing day/night !!!
HEY. Actually, I'd been thinking about writing something like this for a while but for some reason I hadn't done it, so thank you because this was the opportunity đ
It turned out a bit longer than I planned, but oh well. I hope you like it.
And thank you so much, I really appreciate that đ
Vi x Masc/Butch!Reader
W/C: 2,455
[established relationship] [emotional vulnerability] [past trauma] [fluff and angst] [first person POV]
The clock on the nightstand reads 2:47 AM, but neither of us is sleeping. The neon glow from the window of our apartment paints Vi's face in soft shades of blue and pink. She's propped up on one elbow, her other hand tracing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder. Her fingers are calloused, rough in all the right ways, and each touch sends a small current through my chest.
Outside, Zaun hums its eternal lullaby. The distant clank of machinery, the occasional whistle of a vent releasing steam, the muffled bass of some underground club three blocks over.
"Can't sleep?" I ask, my voice still thick with the remnants of dozing.
Vi shakes her head, pink hair falling across her forehead. "Nah. My brain won't shut up tonight."
"Wanna talk about it?"
She's quiet for a long moment. I've learned that with Vi, silence doesn't mean she's shutting me out. It means she's building the words, stacking them like bricks until they form something she can hand to me without it crumbling.
"Just thinking about old stuff," she finally says. "Before."
I know what that means. Before me. Before she got out and all the chaos that followed. There's a whole chunk of Vi's life that she's only given me in fragmentsâsmall pieces she's deemed safe enough to share. I've never pushed. I just waited patiently.
"Anything specific?" I shift onto my side to face her fully, matching her position. The sheets rustle between us.
She laughs, but it's hollow. "Specific. Yeah. I guess you could say that." Her hand stops its tracing and rests flat on my shoulder. "Stillwater."
The word lands like a stone. I've heard the name, of course. Everyone in Zaun knows Stillwater Hold. The place where they send the ones they want to break. The place where they send the ones they want to forget.
"You don't have toâ" I start.
"No, I want to." She cuts me off, not harshly, just firmly. "I want you to know. All of it."
I nod and settle deeper into my pillow, giving her my full attention. The room feels smaller now, more intimate, like we're the only two people in all of Zaun.
"I was fifteen when they threw me in there," Vi begins, her eyes fixed somewhere past me, into the past. "Fifteen, and I already had a record a mile long. But Stillwater... that was different. That was meant to be the end of me."
My chest tightens. Fifteen. When I was fifteen, I was stealing food to survive and getting into fights I couldn't win. But I never went to Stillwater. I was lucky.
"First thing they did was take everything," Vi continues, her voice dropping into a monotone. "My clothes, my dignity, my name. I wasn't Vi anymore. I was just a number."
Her jaw tightens, and I watch the muscle flex under her skin. She's not crying. Vi doesn't cry easily. But I can see the storm behind her eyes, the one she's been holding back for years.
"The guards... they had this thing they'd do. Called it 'orientation.'" She makes air quotes with her free hand. "They'd bring in the new ones, line us up, and pick one. Just one. To make an example of."
I feel my stomach drop. "Vi..."
"I was the pick." She says it flatly, like she's reading a report. "First day. They dragged me into a room, three of them, and they beat me until I couldn't stand. Broke two of my ribs. My left handâ" she holds it up, and I've seen the scars, the crooked knuckles that never healed right. "Told me that was how it was gonna be. That I was nothing. That I'd always be nothing."
My eyes are burning. I blink rapidly, trying to keep it together. This isn't about me. This is about her, about holding the space.
"I learned real fast," Vi goes on, "that crying made it worse. Begging made it worse. Fighting back made it worseâbut at least that way, I got to feel like I was doing something." A ghost of a smile crosses her face. "I fought back a lot."
"Of course you did," I whisper. Because that's who Vi is. Even when she's down, even when she's broken, she's still swinging.
"First year was the worst," she says. "I was small. Still growing. Not that it mattered, because the food was garbage, and I was always hungry. Always cold. The cells were damp, and the blankets were thin, and the sound of the doors slammingâ" She stops, takes a breath before continuing:
"The guards, they had their favorites," Vi continues. "One in particular. Greasy bastard with a mustache and a ring on every finger. He'd find any reason. Any excuse. Looked at me wrong. Breathed too loud. Walked too fast. And he'd drag me to the isolation wing and just... let loose."
Her hand clenches on my shoulder, and I feel the tension radiating through her entire body. I want to reach out, to hold her, but I know better. Right now, she needs to get this out. She's been carrying it alone for so long.
"He broke my nose twice," she says. "I can still feel it sometimes. The crunch. The blood. The way it felt to swallow my own teeth. But I never gave him the satisfaction of screaming. Not once. I'd just lie there and stare at the ceiling and count the cracks until he got bored."
A tear slips down my cheek. I can't help it. The image of Viâmy Vi, my strong, resilient, beautiful Viâas a terrified teenager, alone and beaten in that hellhole...
"Hey." Her voice softens, and her hand moves from my shoulder to my face, thumb brushing the tear away. "Hey, I'm okay. I'm right here."
"I know," I manage, but my voice cracks. "I know, I justâ"
"I didn't tell you this to make you cry." She's almost smiling now. "I told you because I want you to understand. All of it. The good and the ugly."
I take a shaky breath. "Tell me more. Please. I want to hear it all."
She studies me for a moment, searching for something. Whatever she finds, she seems satisfied with.
"There was this one time," she says slowly, "maybe six months in. I'd gotten into it with another inmate. Not my faultâhe was trying to take my food. I was protecting what was mine. But the guards didn't see it that way."
Her eyes go distant again.
"They put me in the box. That's what we called it. Solitary. A cell so small you couldn't even lie down all the way. No light. No sound. No nothing. Just you and your own head." She shudders. "I was in there for three weeks."
"Three weeks?" The words come out strangled.
"Three weeks," she confirms. "I started talking to myself. Making up stories. Pretending I was somewhere else. I'd imagine Powderâ" she stops, and I see a flicker of that familiar pain, the one that's always there when she mentions her sister, "âI'd imagine she was there with me. Telling me jokes. Singing those awful little songs she used to make up. It was the only thing that kept me from losing it completely."
I reach for her hand, and she lets me. Our fingers interlace, and I feel the calluses, the scars, the history written in her skin.
"Then one day, the mustache guy showed up," Vi continues. "He dragged me out of the box, threw me on the floor, and told me I was being moved. To the general population again. But not before he got his 'goodbye' in."
She laughs, but there's no humor in it.
"He beat me so bad I couldn't walk for a week. Another inmate had to help me to the bathroom. Some old guy. He was in for stealing from Piltover merchants. Could barely see out of one eye, but he had the gentlest hands. Changed my bandages. Made sure I ate." She squeezes my fingers. "There were good people in there too. People who kept each other alive."
"Did you ever..." I pause, not sure how to phrase it. "Did you ever think you wouldn't make it out?"
Vi's quiet for a long moment. The neon from outside shifts, painting her face in deep purple now.
"Yeah," she says softly. "A few times. That first year, mostly. And then after... after everything with Powder. After I'd been in there for a while and started to think maybe she'd forgotten me. Maybe everyone had." Her voice drops to barely above a whisper. "I thought about just... giving up. Letting them win. Would've been easier."
"But you didn't."
"No," she agrees. "And I don't know why. I don't have some grand reason. I just... couldn't." She looks at me then, really looks, and I see the intensity there. "I guess I had to believe there was something worth surviving for. Even if I didn't know what it was yet."
The tears are falling freely now, and I don't bother to wipe them away. I don't care. She can see me cry. She's seen me at my worst, and she stayed.
"Vi..." I can barely get the word out.
"Hey..." She shifts closer, and suddenly her forehead is against mine, her breath warm on my lips. "I'm not telling you this to make you sad. I'm telling you because I trust you. Because you're the first person in years who's made me feel like maybe all that suffering was worth it."
"Me?" I whisper.
"Yeah." She pulls back just enough to look at me, and there's a vulnerability in her eyes I've never seen before. "You. Who else would sit here at three in the morning and listen to me talk about all this shit? Who else would look at me like I'm something worth keeping around, even after hearing the worst parts?"
I laugh, but it comes out watery. "Vi, you're the strongest person I've ever met. All that stuff you went throughâit made you who you are. And who you are is someone I fell in love with."
She blinks, and I think I see the glimmer of moisture in her eyes too. But she's Vi, so she deflects with a smirk. "Fell in love with me, huh?"
"Shut up," I say, but I'm laughing now. "I'm trying to be sincere."
"Sorry, sorry." She grins, and it's genuine, lighting up her whole face. "Please, continue pouring your heart out to this big butch who definitely didn't just spend an hour trauma-dumping on you."
"You're such an ass."
I shove her shoulder, but she catches my hand and pulls me into her. We land in a tangle of limbs and sheets, and I end up with my head on her chest, listening to the steady thump of her heart. It's the most reassuring sound in the worldâproof that she survived. Proof that she's here. Proof that I get to keep her.
"Thank you," I whisper into the fabric of her tank top. "For telling me."
"Thank you for listening." Her arms wrap around me, solid and warm. "I know it's heavy. But I wanted you to know. I don't want secrets between us."
We lie there in silence for a while. I can feel every breath she takes, the rise and fall of her chest beneath my cheek. Her fingers find their way into my hair, combing through it in a rhythm that's almost hypnotic.
"I could have been you," I say quietly. "If things had gone different. I was close. A few times."
"I know," she says. "That's part of why I love you. You get it. You get the whole... fighting-to-survive thing. The hunger. The fear. The anger. You don't look at me like I'm broken. You look at me like I'm just... me."
"Because you are," I say fiercely. "You're not broken, Vi. You're not what they tried to make you. You survived, and you built something new out of the pieces. That's not broken. That's remarkable."
She's quiet, and then I feel her breath hitch, just slightly. A tiny crack in the armor.
"Baby," she says, and her voice is rough.
"I'm serious," I say, propping myself up to look at her. Her eyes are bright, and I know she's holding back tears now. "I don't love you in spite of all that shit. I love you because of it. Because you went through hell and you came out the other side still capable of kindness. Still capable of love. Still capable of being soft with me when no one else gets to see that side of you."
A tear slips down her cheek, and she quickly wipes it away. "Fuck," she mutters. "This isn'tâI wasn't trying to make you cry, and now I'm crying, and this is so stupidâ"
"Vi." I cup her face in my hands, holding her gaze. "It's not stupid. It's real. You're real. And I'm not going anywhere."
She lets out a shaky breath, and then she's pulling me down into a kiss that tastes like salt and feels like a promise. Her lips are warm, insistent, and I pour everything I have into itâall my love, all my admiration, all my fierce, protective tenderness.
When we break apart, we're both breathing a little heavily.
"Okay," she says, her voice steadier now. "Okay. That was... good. That was really good."
"Yeah," I agree. "It was."
She grins, and it's like watching the sun come out. "So, uh, I guess I'm done with the whole 'traumatic backstory' part of the evening. You got anything to share? Try to top Stillwater, I dare you."
I laugh. "I don't think I can top Stillwater. But I could tell you about the time I stole a hextech battery and almost blew up a Piltover warehouse."
"Ooh, I'm listening."
I settle back against her chest, and she adjusts her arms around me. The neon outside has shifted again, now a soft pink that matches her hair.
"I was seventeen," I begin. "Dumb, hungry, and desperate. There was this job..."
She laughs, and the sound vibrates through her chest into my cheek. I feel her relax beneath me, the last of the tension draining away.
And I know that this is what surviving is for. This moment. This warmth. This love. The fact that I get to hold her, and she gets to hold me, and we're both still here, still fighting, still choosing each other every single day.
Outside, Zaun hums on. Inside, we breathe together. And that's enough. That's more than enough.
summary: you and your friends finally go on a well-deserved beach trip, and your girlfriend decides to make it an even more memorable experience.
wc: 2.6k
authorâs note: @bae-fong gf actually barked for this, so everyone tell her thank you <3 requested!
after weeks of korraâs tiresome avatar work, a trip to the beach was very much in order.
you flip through pages of your novel, soaking in the sunlight as you lay on your raised sunbed, when a dripping figure suddenly blocks the rays by looming over you.
youâre already smiling before you even look up, recognizing your girlfriend by her heavy panting after she ran all the way to you for her hourly sunscreen reappliance. spirits, she was such a sight. all exposed and toned under the bright sun, brown skin glistening from her swimming, her muscles bared and displayed much to your liking.
summer was always her best season.
âdo i reaaally need this weird cream thing applied on me every hour? itâs so annoying.â she pouts, complaining again for the fourth time since youâve arrived. you tuck your legs in to make space for her to sit in front of you, rolling your eyes as you fish the bottle out of your bag, âyes, korra. you asked me that an hour ago. you need sun protection, unless the idea of skin cancer appeals to you.â
âboring,â she sighs, sitting down and resting her face on her palm while you pour some of the cream onto your hands. âmake it fast, babe. i still have to go drown mako, then build a better castle than all of them.â
you hum fondly, massaging the sunscreen onto the broad expanse of her back, âsounds very important, sweetie. iâll make sure to be fast.â
she chuckles and lets you run your hands over her muscles, her hand reaching up to move her short hair away from her nape to ease your access, and the motion has her arms flexing in a way that urges you to moisten your lips.
you donât waste the opportunity to press a kiss behind her ear, to which she purrs, pleased, backing up into you.
when youâre done with her back, you pat her shoulder so she can turn around and you can finish the rest.
she does just so, crowded between your knees as you apply a thick layer on her face.
âthought you liked me all tan and sexy.â korra muses, a smile on her face as she admires her focused girlfriend rubbing circles on her forehead.
you chuckle, cocking an eyebrow, âyouâre already tan and sexy. sunscreen wonât change that.â
âyeah?â the avatar leans in closer, her lips hovering over yours in a crooked grin, letting her voice drop to a sultrier whisper. âhow sexy?â
you return her smile, your hands sliding down her face to her buff shoulders while your legs wrap lazily around her waist. âso sexy all i can think about is ripping your bikini top off with my teeth right now.â
âbad girl,â she huffs a laugh and nips at your bottom lip, capturing your mouth into a sloppy kiss where you can taste the oceanâs salt on her warm tongue.
your arms wrap around her neck, returning the eager kiss while your hands splay over sun-kissed skin. you pull away with a wet pop! , smiling at how flushed she got just from making out with you. you pat her cheeks for good measure, âalright, youâre all ready for the sun now, baby. go knock yourself out with your beach plans.â
âchange of plans,â she rasps before roughly smashing her lips against yours again, swallowing your startled yelp when she climbs on top of you on the sunbed.
youâre already moaning at the way her fingers map you out, thumbs sliding over your peaked nipples and palms molding to the curve of your waist, nimble fingers trailing down to fiddle with the frills of your red bikini bottoms.
âkâkorra,â you stammer, flushing scarlet when she slots her knee between your thighs, the pressure devastating. âare you insane? we canât do that here, so many people areâ ah!â
her knee presses harder against your heat, cutting off your sentence. she reaches out to pull some flimsy drapes over for a bit more privacy, her heated gaze pinning you down while wisps of hot steam escape from her parted lips, âthen try to be quiet.â
your head meets the cushions of the raised bedding, placed high enough so you can watch the sea full of people just right over her shoulder. however, she does not give you time to worry about being seen, her index hooking under the strap of your bikini top, right between your breasts.
âthis is cute,â her smirkâs lopsided, letting your top slap back against your tits and hungrily watching them bounce at the impact. âzero coverage, too.â
her lips are back on yours in a matter of seconds, swallowing down your moans and passionately tonguing the heat of your mouth, some cold water droplets dripping down her damp hair to land on your warm skin and sending shivers down your spine.
she descends down to the column of your throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses that intensify your grinding against her knee, her firm hands making their way up your hips to slide under your back and find the knot of your bikini top. it quickly comes undone with an effortless swipe of her fingers and you yelp, the tiny fabric easily giving way for your bare chest.
âkorra!â you whine, crossing your arms over yourself as your eyes scan your surroundings for witnesses in a panic. at that, she scoffs, brows furrowed, and pries your arms off. âno, let me see.â
youâre about to yell at her again when instead all that leaves your mouth is a shamefully high-pitched whine, the avatarâs lips latching onto one of your pretty nipples, greedily licking and sucking while her hand finds your other breast, kneading the flesh and rolling the bud between calloused fingertips.
you bring your fist to your mouth, biting on it to muffle the filthy moans her thorough affection is pulling out of you. âheavens, korraââ you helplessly mewl, hips bucking up into her unmoving knee, looking down at her lavishing your tits with kisses and hickeys.
blue eyes dart up to find yours and your breath hitches, the eye contact sending a jolt of arousal right down to your wetting core, and with the way she smiles smugly around your tit, you can tell she felt it too.
swollen lips detach from your chest, though swiftly replaced by thumbs to keep your sweet noises ongoing, and she peers down at you with pure satisfaction, âsomeoneâs horny.â
you want to cry when she lifts her knee off your soaked cunt, her gaze roving down your curves to finally land on the wet patch your folds pathetically clinged to. her grin widens, and her hands slide down to spread your thighs further, âwell well, would you look at that.. youâre wetter than me, and i just got back from a swim.â
you glare at her taunt, but your expression contorts into reluctant pleasure when she wholly cups your pussy, relishing your adorable whimpering and squirming under her grasp.
her free hand finds the side strings of your bottoms, untying them with a measly swirl of air she summoned, and she whistles in delight at the beautiful sight now presented to her. âso pretty. youâre so pretty.â
you shudder at the whispered praise, another wave of arousal rolling over you and she watches the extra slick your eager cunt produces in anticipation. she huffs an incredulous laugh, lifting her gaze to meet yours and carefully watching your reaction while two of her fingers start toying with your folds, âspirits, youâre so easy.â
your cheeks burn with embarrassment at her condescending tone, but you canât help how your body responds to her touch, eyes rolling back at the feel of her digits prodding at your drooling slit. the way they slide in without any resistance met is humiliating, but you canât bring yourself to care when your girlfriend lowers herself back down over you to kiss you again.
âmmgh, korra..â you pant breathlessly against her ear, your arms wrapping around her shoulders as her fingers pump in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, her breath hot and steamy against your jawline that she litters with nips and love bites. her lips trail down the valley of hickeys she left earlier, kissing down your neck to the slope of your shoulder, âso soft. so pliable for me.â
you squeal, limbs flailing under her when her fingers suddenly curl upwards against your g-spot, your vision going black for a second. âoh myâ korra!â
her grinâs filthy and impossibly proud, lifting her face slightly off your chest to cheekily stare down at you. âright there, huh?â
she forces an answer out of you with another thrust of her fingers that has you clawing at her back, drooling and dazedly repeating her name, your glassy eyes a clear âyesâ to her question. âkorra!! ungh, korra, youââ
âgood girl,â she presses a soft kiss over your left breast, a quiet warning for what was to come. her thumb joins in to swipe over your puffy clit, and the pressure as well as its unexpected coldness have you screaming. her free hand slaps over your mouth, an amused smile tugging at her lips as she tuts, âshh. weâre still at the beach, yâknow. do you want people to see you like this, baby?â
cruelly, she waterbends the bit of sea water left on her thumb into ice against your poor clit, making you uselessly thrash under her weight, tears pricking at your eyes while you cry out against her palm. the ice melts from the sheer heat between your thighs, the water trickling down to seep into your stuffed cunt, the clash of temperatures rendering you a dumb overstimulated mess in seconds.
the entire time, she does not rip her eyes off you, drinking in the desperation and desire twisting your pretty features, the very sight turning her on even more. with a slow exhale, she leans down until your noses almost touch. âiâm gonna take my hand off your mouth now, okay? but be quiet.â
you nod, looking up at her through tears, and she smiles fondly. âattagirl.â
as promised, you chew hard on your bottom lip when she retracts her hand, trying your best to keep quiet as her fingers continue scissoring you open. when she deems your silence good enough, she nods as well, before abruptly pulling out of you and lowering herself further down your body, kissing down your sternum to your lower tummy.
your face scrunches up in confusion at the loss of her fingers and the now gentle attention, then your eyes blow wide open at the realization when she stops at your cunt, eyeing it with the filthiest smirk. you hiss, heat creeping up your cheeks to your ears, âkâkorra! i donât know if iâll be able to stay quiet if youââ
she clicks her tongue, impatient, large palms splaying over your hips to pull you closer to her face. âthen weâll just have to find out, sweetheart. thatâs your problem, so do your best.â
once again, all your protests die out immediately when she roughly licks a big stripe up your drenched center, her warm mouth on you like heaven after the icy teasing.
staying quiet proves to be near impossible, tears welling up in your eyes again at the overwhelming pleasure induced by her oh so skilled tongue, your hands reaching down to sharply pull on her brown hair.
your teeth draw blood from your bottom lip, and yet all you can do is roll your hips up into her face and moan like a slut, begging for more.
her gripâs deadly tight around your thighs while she feasts on you like you were her last dinner, her tongue flicking and lapping wildly at your wetness, her satisfied grunts rumbling in her throat and vibrating through your very walls so deliciously that your toes curl.
the harder you tug on her hair, the more frenzied her eating seems to get and you canât keep a few screams from slipping out, barely holding it together as your legs spasm uncontrollably around her head. you choke out more sobs when she tends to your clit too, swollen and throbbing from the earlier abuse, and your eyes cross and roll back when her lips seal around it in a suckling motion.
âoh spirits, korra, korra, pleaseââ you call out her name through tears like a prayer, your voice cracking, letting go of her hair to cover your mouth with both hands while the heat pooling deep in your guts threatens to spill over.
she scoffs at your increasingly loud pleading, earning you a light smack to the side of your thigh. âsomeone will hear you. behave.â
she revels in how effectively her command shuts you up, cooing praise at you before resuming her thorough devouring.
her mouthâs merciless on the poor bud, ruthlessly licking and sucking on it â even nipping at it â the exquisite pain directly registering as overwhelming pleasure in your addled mind.
you make the mistake of looking down at her through bleary half-lidded eyes, and you find her staring right back at you with the wildest gaze youâd ever seen; thatâs when you completely lose it. the next swirl of her tongue has your vision flashing white, violently gushing all over her face as a mind-numbing orgasm crashes over you.
even in your otherwordly haze, you can vividly feel her lips morph into a pleased smile against your pussy while she licks up your cum, tonguing it into your sopping wet hole and cleaning up the mess on your inner thighs.
when sheâs satisfied with her work, she presses a soft kiss to your perked up clit, and another to your folds. âso sweet, like always. maybe even sweeter. i think itâs that fruit punch.â
youâre totally out of it, eyes fluttering sleepily as you lay slumped on your sunbed, utterly spent and taken care of. your girlfriend finally pats your cunt goodbye, tying your bikini bottoms back on and sighing like she was mourning the very pussy she was going to eat later again today. âaw, iâll miss her so much.â
korraâs face finally comes into view when she lifts herself up to meet your gaze again, pure joy adorning her features at how blissed out you seem. she smiles and kisses your cheek, one hand tenderly cupping your right breast, âyouâre so beautiful like this. my girlfriend, all nice and fucked out on a public beach. truly a sight to behold.â
a soft moan slips out of your lips when her thumb toys with your sensitive nipple, and you shakily bring your hand up to rest over hers, the gentle, shared eye contact somehow more intimate than the whole ordeal that just took place. â.. that was.. so good, korra. thank you.â
she shakes her head, capturing your lips into a slow, steady kiss, and you taste yourself on her tongue. she smiles down at you lovingly, her other hand coming up to cradle your face. âno, thank you. youâre always so good for me, baby.â
you return her smile, stealing another brief kiss from her lips before plopping back against your cushions with a weary satisfied sigh. â..never thought iâd do that here.â
she laughs loudly, tying up your bikini top. âif youâre dating the avatar, expect more hereâs and thereâs, sweetheart. i can bend four elements at will, so i can also bend you wherever i want.â
you groan and kick her off the bed, flustered, making her land in the sand with a giggly yelp. âgo build your sand castles, pervert.â
she gets up with a dramatic sigh, dusting herself, âso ungrateful. fine, but you wonât get to be princess in them when iâm done.â
so sorry for the slow posting babies, iâve been so lazy and it took me so long to find an ideaâŠâŠâŠâŠ. anywaymgnhhh korraaaaaaa sheâs my current obsession i need her so bad
A/N: this is pretty short but maybe ill make another part? Who knows.
Maki wasnât the type to be in a place like this. Flowers were nice but she'd never buy one for herself. It just didn't fit in her schedule. But she found herself wanting to visit Mai's grave and felt the need to get flowers. I mean Mai is her sister and she deserves at least that much.
She walks into the shop feeling the chill of the AC against her shoulders. As Maki looks around she finds herself reminiscing about the few good memories from her and Maiâs childhood. Granted there weren't many but the ones they did have were nice. Sheâs snapped out of her thoughts as she hears a particularly chipper voice. âHello, may I help you? You pipped. She looks you up and down taking into account all your features and mainly your honeybee apron.
If it was anyone else she would say you looked like an idiot. But with that big smile on your face and how cute you look she can't bring herself to do so. âNo, I'm just looking for a simple bouquet, nothing specialâŠâ She muttered and she started to turn away. âIs it for someone special? Red roses are usually for dates!â You beamed excitedly. âIâm not going on a dateâŠIâm visiting my sisterâŠher graveâ She gruffed, not liking the suggestion of a date.
âOh dear Iâm so sorry! Iâll leave you to just come to the counter when you're ready! Again I'm so sorryâŠâ You panic as you speak, waving your hands around frantically. Maki canât help but smile when watching you walk back to the counter. She picks out a bouquet and goes to the counter.
She silently chastised herself for thinking about you in such a way when she's about to visit her sister's grave. Plus she was never really a relationship personâŠBut damn youâre cute⊠âYour total is 3926 yenâŠAnd Iâm sorry about your sisterâ You mumbled, still feeling bad for earlier. âIt's fineâŠwe werenât really close in the endâŠâ She muttered, staring at your lips as she spoke. âUhmâŠmay I ask your name? You whispered anxiously. âItâs Maki, and you are?â She tilts her head slightly as she asks the question. âMy name is Y/N! It's lovely to meet you, well I-uhm It would've been nice to meet under different circumstances b-but might I say, you're very beautiful! You look really uhmâŠstrong!â You babbled, staring at her biceps and scars as you spoke.
A slight blush rises to Makiâs cheeks. âThanksâŠYoure quite cute yourselfâŠMaybe I'll come back at some point?â It's not often when Maki is nervous to speak and yet here she is, hesitating her words over a girl in a bumblebee apron. âIâd like that! V-very much!â You beamed excitedly. You wouldâve never thought you'd be her type but If you're not mistaken she seems to be a little interested in you.
âUhmâŠMaybe I could get your number? To let you know the next time I plan on coming around? Maki said as she slid her phone across the counter, hoping youâd type your digits in her phone. Your face lights up like a christmas tree as you quickly snatch up the phone and type your number in. âIâd love for you to text me!- uh I mean, yea that's cool⊠ion een curr for real ya know?â
Maki bursts out laughing. And you watch in awe. Compared to her earlier angered expression when she's laughing she looksâŠalmost soft? You quickly grab another bouquet, separate from the one she was planning on giving to Mai. âH-here! Maybe this will remind you to come back?â You said frantically. Huffing when you realize you keep stuttering. âJustâŠtext me? If you want of courseâ You tap your toes against the ground nervously.
âWill doâ Maki said as she plucked the bouquet from your hands. Before taking your hand in hers and pressing a soft kiss to your soft knuckles. A heat rushes to your cheeks as you give a bright smile. You giggle softly and Maki could swear it sounds like a siren's song, luring her into your life. She shakes the thought away and grabs the two bouquets before leaving the cute store. And your mind gets plagued with thoughts of her for the rest of your shift. Maybe sheâll come back soon?
SMUT, sex toys, praise kink, mainly just Korra getting the love she deserves.
! MDNI !
Korraâs breath hitched, head tilting back as a moan fell out of her lips. Her body was warm all over, the other figure against hers adding to the fact.
âPretty,â you purred, earning yourself a whimper from the woman.
You withdrew the dildo from Korraâs slick cunny gently, letting it drag along her silken walls until the tip was all thatâs left. Then a thrust; one that made Korraâs body jolt with another choked moan.
A smile adorned your lips as you observed the Avatar, taking pride in every reaction you were rewarded with. You leaned in, offering a gentle kiss to her jaw. Korra immediately tilted her head in acceptance, allowing you to place more than one.
You repeated the calculated thrusts with your hips, listening to Korraâs cries of pleasure like it was the most enchanting music.
âAbsolutely beautiful,â you whispered once more, grinning as you felt Korraâs nails dig into your skin. She whined your name, one that sounded strained from the overwhelming pleasure. âWhat? Canât I describe what I see?â
âShut upâyou, mnn.. you know I canât last long when you say stuff like that,â Korra grunted out, her brows furrowed in concentration to simmer herself.
âThatâs the plan, sweetheart,â you hummed, picking up the pace which caused Korra to tilt her head back and moan deeply.
The avatar gasped and panted. Her nails clawed at your skin as you changed the speed. Blue eyes rolled back before she closed them with her mouth hanging open. Schlick sounded throughout the room you both resided in, the bed squeaking beneath you both as you continued to thrust the toy deeply inside Korraâs pussy.
âBeen loving you for hours, pretty. And you deserve every bit of it,â you whispered as you gave Korraâs hips a squeeze. The moment those words left your lips, an idea formed.
You slowed the thrusts, making sure to drag the dildo more precisely as you eyed Korra intently. The said Avatar whined, brows furrowed with frustration. Her eyes snapped open to glare at you.
âSay it.â
Now Korraâs expression shifted to one of confusion.
âTell me you deserve this,â you stated.
An embarrassed look now adorned the Avatarâs face. She grunted and looked away. Her eyes bore into the wall, debating. She grumbled as she felt your thrusts slow even more, her hips attempting to buck to try and get you back to your previous pace.
âAll you gotta do is say it, sweetheart,â you assured, rubbing Korraâs hips gently. âAnd Iâll give it all to youâŠâ
Biting her lower lip Korra whined, her body warming even further due to the growing embarrassment.
âI deserve it.â She finally stated.
âYeah?â You held true to your words, slowly increasing the pace of your thrusts.
âM..mhm. I deserve it all,â she repeated with a nod, brows twitching as sparks of pleasure course through her body as your thrusts became more prominent.
âKeep goingâŠâ you hummed, bringing one hand up to cup the Avatarâs cheek.
Korraâs cheeks warmed. Now comes another sweep of embarrassment. Itâs not like she believes she hasn't earned this part of your love, but itâs⊠embarrassing to say it out loud. Especially when it makes her feel arrogant.
Even if thatâs what you were achieving.
âTell me exactly what you deserve,â she heard you whisper, offering a slow roll of your hips that had the Avatar moaning. Spiritsâyou knew how to play with her body to make her a mess.
âIâfuckâI deserve your love. Everything you give me,â she said with a breathless voice, gasping as she felt your pace returning. It helped encourage her.
You gave a sweet hum, bringing one hand down to play with her clit. It earned you a moan. Korraâs noises continued to rise in pitch. The Avatar mewled and cried, her hands clinging desperately onto you as she dealt with a multitude of euphoric waves.
âYour fingersâoh.. I deserve those too,â she babbled with heavy pants. âMine,â she gasped with one shaky hand clutching your forearm. âAll mine.â
âAll yours.â You would repeat with a nod. Hearing the ownership, the need tumbling from the womanâs lips had you feeling a sense of pleasure. You bit your lip to quiet your whimper. âItâs all yours.â
Your fingers continued to gently swirl around Korraâs clit as you gave small grinds between every thrust. It had the avatar moaning deeply, her blue eyes glistening with overwhelmed tears. She panted and whimpered your name, tilting her head into the pillows and arching her back.
âDonât stop,â Korra gasped, digging her nails further into you. âFuck.. âm so close... So closeâŠâ
Hearing her desperation you quickened your pace, basking yourself in the sound of Korraâs pleasure. Her moans were drawn out, loud and thick accompanied by smaller and higher pitched whimpers.
As her pleasure continued to heighten she finally reached her peak. She tensed with a loud cry of your name dragging her nails down your shoulder and arm. You felt her warmth coat your pelvis and thighs, causing the sound of skin on skin contact to sound wet.
You began to slow your pace, dragging out Korraâs orgasm. You peppered gentle kisses to her face and offered soft praises.
Once you were able to slow your thrusts enough, you began to pull out the dildo. You gave a kiss to Korraâs lips, one the avatar happily accepted with a happy hum.
For a while, when you were cleaning up and making sure Korra was comfortable, a blissful silence fell over you both. And yet, the warm gazes you both shared frequently said enough.
Had this one sitting in my blurbs and thought, you know what, this oneâs good to post. Another meal granted for you feigning Korra lovers (totally not talking about myselfâŠ)
âyouâre soâ ahh â meanâ struggling to get her words out, Korraâs breathing gets more and more laboured with each thrust. velvety fingers trace the path up her inner thigh to between her slick folds.
âoh yeah darling?â in her ear, your voice sounds heavenly. it makes her mind float and the ache in her twitching muscles secondary to the pleasure.
your free hand travels down her breast to hold her waist up, back now pressing against your chest. sweat covers both of your bodies. taking advantage of the new position, you flatten your tongue on her skin to lick a stripe of it from her neck up to her earlobe.Â
you feel the shivers breaking across her spine. âcareful there Korra, brats donât get to cumâ a devilish chuckle echoes through the thick air.Â
âbut youâre gonna be good, right?â youâre mocking her struggles, fake concern coating your words. Korra hates it; how much wetter it makes her. from this angle, the strap slips even deeper inside of her walls, which clench down on it hard.Â
âspiritsâyes!â sheâs so quick to answer itâs almost cute. once your hand moves back to her waist, her body falls forward again. keeping herself up on her elbows, her fists tighten around the bedsheet.
âbeg for it then, avatar Korraâ youâve been teasing and edging her for almost an hour, to the point where hot tears are streaming down her cheeks and coherent thoughts have left her brain.
the honorific, falling from your venom tinted lips, felt so degrading. Korra rolled her hips back against your pelvis.
your bodies were now moving in perfect synch, hers grinding against you and your pushing the toy harder inside of her with each measured thrust.
âplease baby, i needâmphhhââ abruptly, her strength fails her and Korra falls face first into a soft pillow. The next words come out muffled and nearly indecipherable. âpphleathe lâmme chmphâ
âlook at you, big strong Avatar begging so prettyâ your fingers close around the back of her neck, pulling her by the shorter hair there, sticking to her damp skin. Korra gasps, breathlessly mouthing a fuck you.
you attempt to sound wounded, you really do, but it comes out wily instead: âoh no, doll, you donât wanna do thatâ
The palm previously placed on her side slides up her sternum to squeeze her boob, pinching the stiff nipple with your sharp nails.Â
Hips failing to cease their movements, the Avatar can only hope for your mercy.Â
ââm sorryâŠp-please baby let meââ sheâs out of breath, strength and attitude. sheâs eager to please, and for you to let her reach her long awaited climax.Â
yet, you refuse to relent. drawing slow circles down her belly, you whisper into her ear: âwhoâs my pretty slut, mh?â
eyes rolling back, Korraâs throat releases a desperate whimper. Before shame can creep up on her though, your hand closes around her neck. âanswer meâ you demand, squeezing lightly.Â
A curse is barely audible through her gritted teeth: ââm your prettyâaaaahâ s-slutâ
the muscles of her strong back glisten under the candlelight and for a moment you become painfully aware of your own arousal making its way down your inner thighs.Â
the harness clings to your skin, digging marks into it. itâs almost enough to be uncomfortable, but the way Korra tilts her head to try and look at you makes every bruise worth it: her mouth hangs open, the filthiest sound coming out and her cheeks are stained by dried tears. you grin at her, still utterly devoted to erasing any remaining weight of responsibility from her mind.Â
âgood girl.â Soft fingertips circling her clit, you fully smile against her shoulder: âyou can cum â
like clockwork, her body follows the command before her brain even registers it. every single muscle in Korra shakes involuntarily. her orgasms washes over her with the force of a tidal wave and she welcomes it, chanting your name until she runs out of breath.Â
The Avatar collapses onto the mattress with a loud thud, thoroughly spent. you follow soon after, lying next to her. stroking your fingers through her damp hair, you mutter âmy perfect girlâ under your breath. her big, beautiful puppy eyes shoot open to look at you, a bright smile warming your heart.Â
âcâmereâ you coo, arms opening to welcome her to rest on your chest.Â
Summary: An inexperienced butch/masc (you) finds her confidenceâand her heartâbetween the thighs of the woman she loves.
Note: So, this fic is for this anon. Sorry it took a while, but here it is. I hope you enjoy it :) <3
W/C: 1,890
[inexperienced] [service top] [oral sex] [strap on] [learning to please] [tender] [nervous but eager] [first person POV]
The first time I saw Vi, I knew she was different. Not because she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seenâthough she wasâbut because of the way she carried her stillness. Like a coiled spring that had chosen to be calm. We met at a dive bar, both of us gripping bottles of cheap beer, both of us pretending we weren't watching the door. She caught me looking, and instead of smiling or looking away, she just raised her bottle an inchâa toast to nothing, to everything, to two strangers who already knew they'd leave together.
Now, six months later, her stillness was my home.
I was nervous. I didn't say it, but she knew. Vi always knew. She was stretched out on my bed, propped on her elbows, the muscles in her forearms carved and taut. The late afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, striping her body in gold and shadow. She watched me with those blue-gray eyes, patient, unwavering. There was no pressure in her gaze, only invitation.
"You're thinking too loud," she said, her voice a low rasp that sent a shiver down my spine.
I laughed, short and breathless. "I'm always thinking."
"I know. It's one of the reasons why I love you."
The word landed like a punch to my sternumâgood and solid. We hadn't said it much, but when we did, it was like signing a treaty. I crossed the room, my boots heavy on the hardwood. I stopped at the edge of the bed and looked down at her. She was all sharp angles and soft curvesâa contradiction I wanted to map with my hands.
Being a service top wasn't a role I'd chosenâit was just what I felt pulling at me, even if I'd barely had the chance to prove it yet. I didn't have the vocabulary or the confidence down cold. I was still figuring out where to put my hands, how to read the room, when to push and when to pause. But what I did know was this: I didn't need to receive. Or maybe I didn't know how to ask yet. Either way, my pleasure was the echo of hersâand God, I wanted to hear that echo clearly. Her hitched breath, the arch of her back, the way her fingers twisted in sheets like she was holding on for dear lifeâthose were the things I was aching to learn. I wanted to earn every gasp, every tremble, every surrender. Not because I was good at it yet. But because I wanted to be. For her.
I unbuckled my belt slowly, letting the leather slide through the loops. Vi's eyes tracked the movement. Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. I'd been dreaming of this for weeksâthe weight of the harness, the cool silicone against my skin, the way it would make me feel like I was exactly where I belonged: between her thighs, serving her.
"You sure?" I asked, because I had to.
She reached up and grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me down until my forehead touched hers. "I've never been more sure of anything."
That was all I needed.
I stripped off my shirt, then my jeansâslowly, partly stalling. My fingers fumbled with the buttons. The harness was already waiting on the nightstand, a thing of black leather and polished buckles. I picked it up. Heavier than I expectedâor maybe that was just my hands shaking. Beneath the nerves, something stirred. Not dominance. I hadn't earned that. But devotion? Yes. Clumsy, desperate, trembling devotion. The kind that tripped over itself, just to get it right for her.
Vi sat up, her own shirt falling from her shoulders. She was all lean muscle and soft skin, a thin scar running along her ribs from a childhood accident she'd never talked about. I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to kiss every inch of her.
I took her hand and pressed my lips to her knuckles, one by one. Her breath stuttered.
"Tell me what you want," I murmured against her skin, with a confidence I wasn't sure was real.
"I want to feel you," she said. "All of you."
I nodded. That was the blueprint. I'd build the rest as we went.
I stepped into the harness and cinched it tight. I attached the dildoâmedium, curved, not too intimidatingâand the silicone was cool against my belly. I took a moment to adjust, to settle into the weight of it. It wasn't about me; it never was. But it transformed me. My spine straightened, my shoulders rolled back. I wasn't confidentânot yetâbut I was ready. Or ready enough.
Vi lay back, and I crawled onto the bed, bracketing her hips with my knees. I leaned down, my hands braced on either side of her head. She smelled like sandalwood and sweat. Her neck was exposed, vulnerable, and I lowered my mouth to that pulse point, feeling it hammer against my tongue.
"You're so beautiful," I whispered.
She laughed, a throaty sound. "You're biased."
"I'm accurate."
I took my time. This wasn't a race. I kissed the hollow of her throat, the dip of her collarbone, the soft skin beneath her breast. Her nipples were dark, pebbled, and I circled one with my tongue, then the other, while my hand traced the ridge of her hip. She shuddered. Her fingers threaded through my short hair, pulling me closer.
I moved lower, dragging my lips down the flat plane of her stomach. She was already wetâI could smell it, that heady, musky scent that made my mouth water. But I didn't go there yet. I kissed the inside of her thigh, the sensitive skin behind her knee. She twitched, a laugh escaping her.
And I smiled. I filed it away, another piece of her I'd exploit later. But then, I was building. Every kiss was a brick. Every sigh was mortar. I wanted her to feel worshipped.
Finally, I settled between her legs. She was spread open for me, pink and glistening. My warm breath touched her clit and she arched her hips, humming.
I rewarded her with a slow, flat lickâbottom to top. She tasted like salt and honey. I moaned without meaning to, and the vibration made her gasp. I lapped at her like I was starving, like she was the only thing keeping me alive. Her fingers twisted the sheets. Her thighs tightened around my ears. Her low moans were deliciousâI almost lost it myself, just from the sound.
"There," she panted. "Right there."
I worked her with my mouth, building a rhythm, letting her ride my face. She was so closeâI could feel the flutter of her muscles, the quickening of her breath. But I pulled back just before she crested.
She whimpered in protest. I crawled up her body, the strap-on brushing against her thigh. I was dripping with her, my chin slick.
"Not yet," I said. "I want to be inside you."
Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. She nodded, biting her lip.
I reached for the lubeâmaybe too much, but better safe than sorry. I slicked the silicone, warming it between my fingers, trying to remember everything I'd read, watched, imagined. Vi watched me, and I couldn't tell if she was mesmerized or just waiting for me to figure it out. I positioned myself, the tip pressing against her entrance, and my heart was hammering so loud I was sure she could hear it. Her legs hooked around my waist, and I thought, Okay. Here goes. Don't mess this up.
"Ready?" I whispered.
"Fuck yes."
I pushed in slowly. An inch. Two. Her mouth fell open, a silent O of pleasure. I stopped when I was halfway, giving her time to adjust. Her inner walls clenched around me, hot and tight. I swore I felt it in my own bodyâthe pressure, the fullness. I closed my eyes, breathing through the phantom sensation.
"Okay?" I managed.
"More," she demanded.
So I gave her more. I sank in to the hilt, the harness pressing flush against her. She groanedâlow, longâand I felt it echo through me. I held still for a moment, letting her adjust, letting myself feel every inch of this. Then I moved. Slow at first, testing. But something clickedâa rhythm I hadn't planned, but my body knew.
Slow thrusts. Deep. I angled my hips, searching for that spot I'd read about, and when I found it, she clawed at my back.
"Fuckâright thereâdon't stopâ"
I didn't. I found a paceâsteady, sure. Every roll of my hips asked the same thing: Like this? Right here? Her answers came in moans, in nails biting my shoulders, in the way she lifted to meet me. And I read every one of them. I wasn't guessing anymore. I was learning her in real timeâand I was starting to feel like I actually belonged there.
I bent down to kiss her, swallowing her moans like they were mine to keep. Her tongue met mine, and I kissed her deeper, fiercer. I reached between us, thumb finding her clit, circling in time with my thrustsâand I had the rhythm now, I felt it. Her body tensed. Her legs started to shake. And I couldn't help itâI smiled against her mouth. Not because I was smug. Because I was there, doing this, and she was responding, and God, I wanted to see her fall apart. I wanted to catch every piece.
"I'm close," she gasped against my lips.
"Let go," I purred. "I've got you."
Her orgasm crashed through her like a wave. She arched off the bed, a keening cry ripping from her throat. I felt the spasms around me, rhythmic and pulsing, and I pushed deeper, riding her through it. She clenched and released, clenched and released, and I watched her face twist in ecstasyâthe most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
When she finally collapsed, limp and trembling, I pulled out slowly. She whimpered at the loss. I unfastened the harness and tossed it aside, then gathered her in my arms, pulling her against my chest. Her skin was damp. Her heart hammered against my ribs.
I was still hard... not physically, but something deeper. A bone-deep ache of satisfaction.
"That wasâŠ" she trailed off, breathless.
"Good?" I offered, voice smaller than I meant it to be. I was still catching my breath, still half-floating on what had just happened, but suddenly I needed to hear itâneeded to know I hadn't just imagined the whole thing. My eyes searched hers, hungry for a sign, a nod, anything.
She laughed, a watery sound. "It was perfect."
I kissed her forehead, her nose, the corner of her mouthâlike I was tracing the shape of her approval. My reward was that smile. That rare, unguarded curve of her lips. My chest swelled. I buried my face in her neck and breathed her in.
"I love you," I said, and it was easier than I'd thought.
She looked up at me, those gray eyes soft and shining. "I know. I love you too."
We lay there as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the room in shades of amber and rose. She was curled into my side, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my stomach. I was still buzzing, a low hum of contentment.
korra and her girlfriend who both love kissing. anytime you two have to be apart, you and korra spend like 20 minutes kissing each other and saying your goodbyes like this is your last time seeing other, and greetings are when worse. you and korra see each other and immediately hug and lock lips. making noises, grabbing each other's hair, and clothes in the heat of the moment no matter who's watching you two. making most people near either of you uncomfortable wondering when you'll stop meanwhile you and korra have your tongues down each others' throats. however, korra's learned that it's not always sexual in a sense and more like you just can't keep your lips apart.
in one another's lap in korra's kissing passionately. enjoying the sensation of her warm tongue rubbing against your own. moaning into the kiss while you birth held each others fave tightly like you both were scared one might pull away. korra's hands sometimes wandering down to your ass grabbing at whatever she could in the moment. not even caring when she looked in the mirror and saw your lip liner and gloss all around the perimeter of her mouth. still busy giving you the goofiest smile she could conjure before you're lips met again.
hi rain!!! for the time and character, vi + 9.45pm đ€
warmup game: send a character + time for a drabble
vi; 9:45pm -- popstar!reader au
she watches you from the wings, grinning as you blow a kiss towards the adoring crowd before running backstage for the outfit-change.
"hey, hey --" she catches you around the waist, bending you into a kiss. you groan against you, half-pushing, half-pulling her in.
"vi -- i've gotta go change!" you whine, giggling as she trails her lips along your neck, sticky with sweat and sweet with body glitter (edible, of course).
"i know, but i missed you." her voice is low, her eyes like twin shards of ice in the backstage dark. behind you, your manager clears her throat but she knows better by now than to interrupt.
"i'll be done in --" you look down at a pretend watch on your wrist before leaning in for another quick peck, "an hour, and then i'm all yours."
vi crinkles her nose, biting her lips as she looks you up and down with the same kind of hunger often found in starving wolves.
"yeah, princess? promise?" she pushes her lips into a pout and you nearly fold -- but you don't. this is a dance you've done one too many times by now. you reach out to poke her nose, making her go slightly cross-eyed.
"promise, vi."
she smiles, that tooth-aching smile that crinkles the corners of her eyes and you lean in for one last kiss before your manager ushers you off for the outfit change.
you're only a few minutes late to your next set, but the heat that burns beneath your skin is electric, and after, when your fancams start hitting the internet, people will wonder what your blush is, or what kind of highlighter your makeup artist used.
but, only your most devoted fans will know -- there's nothing like the glow of a good old backstage kiss from your girlfriend.
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