truly just donât have the words to describe the devastation. lads has been so fun and so comforting and so interesting for nearly two years for me, and now just all trust and creative liberty and emotional connection is severed. infold encouraged their k-pop style fanbase over and over again, and knelt to bullies once before in Rafayelâs card earlier this year if i remember correctly. we should have really seen it coming, especially with EN localism being such shit it kept flipping back and forth on calebâs tropes to try and appeal to both audiences, and therefore encouraging more infighting. the lighting issues have been a problem for MONTHS now and they know it. they see it. they just do not care. they hear us, they saw the articles written, the real donations to wild conservation efforts, the shrines and billboards that were in motion. they just do not care. they ultimately are to blame for this, despite the crazy local cn bullies that made them resort to complete and utter cowardice to be radio silent for over a week now. to remove Valko in the first place. itâs abhorrent and shameful. to throw so many peopleâs work in the trash, lose out on all the money? itâs unfathomable. if the government is involved, which itâs pretty much looking that way, then that explains some of it. they could be under a gag order or marketing restriction as things are rectified in game.
to the cn crazies that did all of this, i truly hope you are happy. now you get nothing but cookie cutter bullshit and multi banner into a myth into a rerun into a multi into a solo into a rerun into a multi into a multi into a myth. congratulations. you won so big you sound like my president, holy shit. you won nothing but driving this game into the ground, killing thousands if not millions of peoples interests, and retconning your own love interest. and itâs started already. now we know nothing is sacred, nothing is trustworthy, and if the domestic side makes enough noise, thereâs not a goddamn thing anyone else can do about it.
they said they wanted to spread chinese culture and the ccp was probably cracking down on infold making them look bad. but i think this just makes them look so much worse. i will likely never play a live service game that comes from china again, knowing that the ccp can step in at any moment to change everything because a few players didnât like that Valko is a huge sexy himbo werewolf. i cannot believe this is real life. first in my bloodline to be devastated by the chinese communist party and an otome game, deadass.
but no youâre all pathetic and i will never spend another dime on this game, if i even open it again at all.
synopsis: valko is in deep heat with the supermoon occurring, and he wants a solution that requires restraints, a collar, and you.
warnings: valko is in heat, sub!valko, good boy!valko, collar use, bondage, riding, overstimulation, biting, licking, scent marking, edging, knots, rutting, monsterfucking.
wc: 2,3k
a/n: i love him already, he's such a cutie. he deserves endless cuddles, BE NICE TO HIM! i want to devour him. I NEED HIM TO EAT ME OUâ enjoy a pre-release celebration of our handsome wolf, valko!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
He must be in heat. thatâs the only way Valko can describe this feeling. The moon has been full for less than an hour, and heâs already twitching. Usually he can handle himself. But thatâs not gonna work out well for him if all he can think about is you.
Your scent is delicious, beyond the scented lotions and perfume, heâs talking about your natural aroma, amplified by sweat and other smells your body emits. It draws him in. He canât help but sniff the air every time you walk past him. His cock wonât stop twitching in his pants, tenting at the sight of you catching his gaze.
Valko wants to bite you. Valko wants to slather you with his saliva until you smell like him. He wants to rut his cock so deep inside you, cuddle you so close and keep you so warm with his hot body that you just have to call him a good boy.
ââŠko,â He must be imagining you saying his name so nice and breathless.
ââŠalko.â There it is again, louder, your nails could drag down his back until he bleeds and heâd thank you.
âValko!â He blinks, the mirage of a heated embrace disappearing from his perception to be replaced by your fingers snapping very close to his face. Such pretty fingers, he wants to lickâ
âYeah?â His voice is gruff and hoarse, almost like heâs keeping a whimper tight in his throat. His leg bounces as fast as his heart pounds his chest. Youâre so pretty, with your pretty parted lips, and how your saliva keeps it just wet enough to shine in the warm lamp light. So plump for him to kiss and biteâ
âAs I was saying,â You pull your hand away, not hearing the small whine that leaves him from the lack of contact. âWe need to make sure youâre comfortable for the next few hours. You said you can get agitated when thereâs full moons, right?â
âMmh.â Better a grunt than a moan. You brush it off assuming the effects of the celestial event are starting to mess with him internally.
Of course, youâre well aware that heâs got an extra pair of fluffy scratchable ears on the top of his head, an even fluffier tail protruding from the base of his spine, and sharper canines. Youâre not ignorant.Â
What you donât know is that heâs much more prone to getting heated in these hours. Especially in the presence of someone who his body, mind, and soul are attuned to completely. Itâs you. You're that someone.
But he has to behave for your sake. He canât be bad, he canât be too rash and aggressive or he might scare you off. You might not like it. But he wants you so damn bad, he canât even hide it anymore.Â
Youâre rattling about restraints, something to tie him to incase he goes berserk.
Restraints. Belts. Muzzle. Chair. Tie him to a chair. He wants you to tie him to a chair.
He wants you to restrain him. He wants you to sit on his lap and feel how hard his cock is for you, feel it throb just below your cunt, grind his hips up to you still so retrained and held back that he has to beg you to ride him. He might as well ask for it.Â
ââŠunless thatâs too extreme.â You mutter, expecting a response. Nothing. Did he zone out again? Whatâs going on with Valko to be so distracted? He wasnât like this last month. âLook, I know the full moon can be a messy time for you, and now that itâs a supermoon it could be worse, but Iâd prefer you to actually respondâ oh.â
Valko is drooling. Valkoâs eyes are glazed over. Valko is blushing beyond relief. And Valko is sporting a rock hard boner.
The silence that stretches between you would have been uncomfortable, it should have been. But you seem to enjoy the rough pants that escape his lips, how his hands are balled into fists to keep himself at bay. How the veins on his neck are far more prominent now.Â
You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hoping you wonât say anything foolish.Â
âDonât laugh.â Valko grits, his fluffy ears drooping a little.Â
âI wasnât going to.â You say, trying to ignore the fact that your lips are twitching into a smile.
You glance down from his agitated golden eyes to his neck, to his large muscular chest covered by the black tank you always find so attractive on him, to the taper of his waist, to the pulsing print of his cock bulging against his pants.
Now that you think of it, you two havenât shared the bed recently. Youâve both been so busy with work that neither of you have had time for each other. And youâve been very wound up these last few days.
âI think we should figure out what restraints will be good for you.â A purr follows your words as you rest your hands on his chest. Muscular, warm, huge chest that you love to sleep on. Youâre making this much, much worse and you know it. You can hear it in the groan that rumbles in his chest.Â
âOh, is it getting worse?â You play an aloof demeanour, reaching to caress the soft ears on his head, making sure to rub on that sensitive spot where his hair is its softest. A soft moan escapes Valkoâs lips as his golden eyes flutter closed.
âPleaseâŠâ
âWhat do you need me to do, my love?â Your lips ghost the shell of his fleshy ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell. He shudders, head lowering to give you more access, hips rocking towards you so you can feel just what you need to do.Â
You donât want that, though. He has to say it.
âI canât help if you donât tell me.â
A pained moan rushes right into your ear as he drops a part of his weight on you. Valko doesnât want to say it but he also wants to say it. It doesnât make sense. This heated state is driving him insane, and youâre giving him such a clear path to relief. But what he wants is different from what you usually do⊠will you agree?
With a shaky breath, Valko nuzzles the side of your neck, mustering the will to confess his desire. âYou have to tell me no if you canât do it.â
âI will.â You reassure him, stroking his soft hair. His arms wrap tight around you, grounding himself in your presence as the words unknot themselves to flow out.
âIf youâre grossed outââ
âI wonât be grossed out, Val.â You softly say, rubbing circles into his lower back. âNothing about you grosses me out. I trust you, so you need to trust that Iâll handle whatever you need and that Iâll tell you if I canât. Outside of cannibalism, I'm not doing that.â
That makes him chuckle. âYouâll tell me the second youâre uncomfortable?â
âThe millisecond.â
His next request comes out more sheepishly. âYouâll tell me Iâm doing good?â
âIâll put a poet to shame.â
âPull my hair?â
âPut a collar on you too if youâre feeling feisty.â
A sigh of relief escapes Valkoâs lips. Oh, he loves you. Finally, he pulls his face away from your neck to level your gaze with fresh determination on his face. âI want you to tie me to the chair, and ride the shit outta me.â
Ask and ye shall receive, as you hear them say.
It was easy to put Valko on a chair especially when he's drunk on your kisses, hungrily biting marks into your bare chest and stomach, gripping your hips so tight youâd think heâs terrified that youâll run. It was easier to get soaked just from watching him strip for youâ that, and having his fingers curl so good inside your cunt as he slurped and lapped at your clit.
The only âdifficultâ part was restraining him to the chair, legs, arms, and torso roped tight, and thatâs just because heâs antsy whenever the full moon happens.Â
But something about this supermoon has got him more riled up than usual. Why, you ask?
Youâve been bouncing on the manâs cock for two hours.Â
Youâre not complaining, you love every second of this. Your walls are fluttering around him as he slides in and out of you so easily, caught by you keeping his fat tip inside leaking all that sticky, hot precum before you drop into his lap again and again and again.Â
âValâ ooh, fuck!â Your praise has otherwise become mush, slurred moans of his name and whatever adulation could come to mind. Valko doesnât mind since he isn't doing any better. If anything, heâs lost the need to think.
âS-So good,â His throat is torn from how loud heâs been, his hips jutting into you even with his thick, corded thighs roped down to the chair. His tail is slapping the floor, his fluffy ears are twitching. He can barely move, limbs strapped down and a collar wrapped around his neck at his own request. And he loves it.
He wants to cum so bad. But then heâd end up swelling so much that heâd be stuck for hours, just grinding and grinding and plugging his seed inside instead of feeling you slap down on him with each rise and fall of your full hips. He wouldnât have your soft breasts bouncing in his face, or feel your hands scratch his undercut and pull his hair, or hear the hiccups in your voice or the ragged moans in his own.
Why make this pleasure so short-lived when he can prolong it?Â
His cock is leaking like a faucet, keeping him smooth and wet for you to use him as you please, pulsing with the desire to just release. His sacks are drawn up tight, literally clenching with enough cum to repopulate a country, and yet he still wonât give in.
Valko drags his tongue up your jaw all the way to your cheekbone. â âm I fuckinâ you good?â
âHahâ mhm. Such a good boy.â You ramble into his lips as you kiss him, slipping your tongue inside to taste him as if he isnât all that you can sense. âSo big and thick and hot⊠soâ Valkoâ so full âf you, want you deeper, youâre so good!â
Youâre on orgasm number five by now, gripping onto Valkoâs strong shoulders for dear life, back arched, tugging his hair like you want to rip his red locks off. Itâs the supermoon, you tell yourself, it must be shooting his stamina through the roof.
It fucking has to be if heâs been rutting into you like a bullet train without cumming even once. His girth twitches with every rock of your plush hips, it leaks and weeps inside you every time you squeeze him hard enough to cut off his blood flow. It has to hurt, prolonging his climax for this long.
Valko likes it that way. He likes the hurt. He likes the way his body just responds to you so well, like youâre made for each other. You have to be.
Your knees are starting to ache. Your thighs are burning from the constant bouncing up and down his thick length but the feeling of him dragging through your walls with each vein pressing against your walls is too good. The overwhelming bump of his cockhead kissing your cervix may just tip you over the edge again. The fucking curve of his cock and the angle just lets him reach the sensitive nerves of your g-spot so good every damn time!
You love these fucking supermoons.
âValko,â You hum, licking his lips then his chin and jaw, your breath heavy as you maintain your pace. Just a few more and youâll be in pure bliss. But you need him there with you. âIâm close. Iâm so close. Hnn, need youâ cum with me.â
âYouâ oh, you sure?â He whimpers, nuzzling you as you lick the tears off his cheeks. âIâllââ
âKnot me, mhm.â You nod, rubbing your nose into his cheek, inhaling his scent. This manâs frenzied behaviour has been rubbing off on you too much, not that thereâs reason to complain. âYouâre gonna swell up so fuckinâ thick, yeah?â
He nods. âGonna plug all that cum in me, keep it warm inside while you grind ân rut into me?â
âYeah,â He affirms, his arms pulling against the restraints. Is this what you want? You want him to bond with you to that much of an intimate extent? You must truly love him. â âm gonna stay in you the whole night, snug inside. But I like when you ride me.â You can feel him pouting as he pecks your skin. So cute.
âThen youâll be a good boy, right?â You coo, your hands cupping his face as you press your thumbs on his lower lip. âCum with me, and stay inside all night.â You fight every urge to give in to the pleasure when he bites your fingers.
You suck his upper lip, letting your moans vibrate into his. âCan you do that for me?â
Valkoâs a simple man. You ask for something and heâll give it to you with a smile. Like he is now, canines bared, tongue lapping at your fingers before he attacks your lips with a bruising, hot kiss. He pulls away just for a second to mutter against your mouth, âI love you.â
âI know, baby.â You huff, smiling into the kiss as you scratch his fluffy ears. Valkoâs hips rut up faster and you can feel his cock swell at the base, almost ready to be plugged into you. Oh, he is so going to eat his cum out of you once heâs soft. âNow be good and cum with me.âÂ
Pairing: Vergil/Reader.
Content/Warnings: Slight Angst.
Word Count: 1,807.
Summary: Believing that Vergil was the prim and proper sleeper you thought he was had been a case of poor judgement on your behalf. You were entirely wrong.
A/N: feel like if vergil were to live at dmc with dante he'd def sleep on a twin sized mattress. feet hanging off and everything and probably the HEAVIEST sleeper
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In retrospect, you didn't think too long or too hard about it, but bashing your knees on the floor because you had been kicked out of bed was perhaps... the 'eye-opener', if you will. You thought perhaps him sleeping that way in a stark contrast to how he carried himself when he was awake was just another layer to his complexing being, one that you had yet to fully uncover or dig deep into to.Â
Though... the shit he was pulling in his sleep as of that moment compared to what he had been doing was the tip of iceberg. You just didn't know it.Â
Believing that Vergil was the prim and proper sleeper you thought he was had been a case of poor judgement on your behalf. That man was anything but an easy-going bedmate. It wasnât your fault, you genuinely thought that from the way he carried himself he more than likely slept so still, and so light that a feather dropping would awaken him; anyone would think that. Hell, you thought sometimes that he probably didnât even sleep. You were entirely wrong.
If you were being honest, you always conjured up images in your mind of the stoic half-demon sleeping like a vampire; body pin-straight lying on his back with his beloved Yamato clasped between his hands resting along the front of his body. You only thought so before your relationship grew from the trivial back and forth you two often engaged in; after becoming more intimate and eventually moving to share a bed together, you half-heartedly wanted nothing more than to smother him with a pillow. Yet, being able to see Vergil with his hair loose from its usual place and the furrow from his brow gone as he rested made it worth it.
Possibly.
Starting off, your lover was entirely too big for the antics he pulled in his sleep. Vergil was a whopping 6â5 â you didnât even want to guess how much he weighed given whenever he rolled on top of you felt as if your lungs were being crushed â and it was a wonder how his feet didnât hang off the end. The bed wasnât too small, a queen-sized, but the points where you found yourself pushed to the edge had been just the beginning of a new petty war between you two.
You started resting your chilly feet on his lower back in retaliation, partly just to annoy him and also because Vergilâs body temperature ran like a furnace. You had to give it to him there, the harsh winters were comfortable since you could curl yourself around him wallowing in his heat albeit he would complain, but in the heat of summer was the time when your Scrooge decided he wanted to 'cuddle'. Vergil was never one for cuddling, what he did felt more punishing than relaxing when you could barely move in some of his favorite 'positions'.
(He definitely started doing it after the feet incident where you âaccidentallyâ ran your toes up his spine, cackling when he tensed and threw a nasty scowl over his shoulder.)
When you started waking in headlocks and body-locked positions with perspiration stuck to your back and Vergil breathing down your neck, you knew you had to step up your game. You had your fair share of falling asleep on Vergilâs shoulder and slobbering on his coat, and while he complained and would do his loud-ass sighing, you knew it didnât bother him that much, particularly when he never would move you if you were napping. Mouth-breathing became a new tendency when you slept, one Vergil nagged about because apparently you âbreathe too loudâ and âsnore like Danteâ. You disregarded him because you did not snore, and settled with your cheek either pressed against his pectoral or his bicep and rejoiced when you would wake up with dried saliva along your cheeks and lips and encrusted onto his skin. However, that flopped when he seemingly paid it no mind and one morning when you turned to give him a sweet good morning kiss, he caught your face between his hand and pinched your cheeks together eyeing you beneath his lashes.
âYour breath stinks.â
You canât stand him.
Afterwards, it was small things such as hogging the blankets, taking the othersâ pillow, or you being sprawled out in the center of the bed before Vergil came, to which he would promptly pick you up and either move you to your side or, if he was feeling mischievous, lay you on top of him. You supposed it was getting foolish when you both winded down to normal sleep behaviors, though the night you woke up in a panic because you were falling off the bed was the tipping point.
You barely managed a squeak when you felt yourself free-falling for a brief moment landing on your palms to keep from face-planting and smashing your nose. Blinking a couple times to register where you were and clearing your sleep-addled mind, you pushed upwards to sit on your bottom and peered over the mattress at your partner.
Did he kick you out of bedâŠ
What the fuck.
You slowly stood, glaring at his sleeping face suddenly irritated with how lovely he looked sleeping. You could never tell if Vergil was faking sleep or not, his poker face was one in a million and provided the only times he cracked a smile was at the thought of fighting Dante you really couldnât tell when he was being serious or actually teasing. Watching his chest fall in periodic bouts, you decided yes, he was asleep, but not for long.
âVergil.â
Nothing. You leaned closer.
âVergil.â
He didnât even twitch. Squinting you brought your face dangerously close to his to see if you could gander a reaction. His senses were sharp; you were never able to sneak up on him with his hearing â and evidently your smell â and usually trying to give him a sneaky little peck stirred him, grumbling about how he can hear your breathing pick up and pulse increase.
Embarrassing.
Then again, you hoped Vergil didnât wake up and see you hovering over him like some parched freak.
âVergil,â you tried once more, only to end up sighing when he stretched a leg out. The man had the audacity to kick you out of your bed and continue sleeping afterwards in the middle of the bed. How were you supposed sleep with this beast in your bed who slept like he was dead? The moonlight glowing down through the window above the bed wasnât helping your case in being mad at him when it shined right on his bare chest either.
When Dante had told you a relationship with Vergil wouldnât be easy and youâd face hardships, you thought that meant the emotional trauma he had and him settling into the world once more. Not you seething at the side of your bed at three in the morning because your boyfriend was hogging the bed.
You sat down sighing before making a last ditch effort to try and at least move his arm so you could burrow underneath that at least. You really didnât want to sleep on the couch downstairs using a pillow as a cover. Cursing him, you lifted his limp arm to roll underneath â
Only for the arm to snatch your waist and pull you down onto the mattress facing the ceiling. The bounce made you gasp as Vergilâs arm moved and his hand skimmed your upper arm until fingertips ghosted your shoulder and his hand rested at your nape. You purposefully dug your shoulder against his chest deeper as you turned your head to stare at his Adams apple.
âVergil, are you awake orâŠâ
Silence. Then, âNo.â
You exploded.
âWhat do you mean âNoâ?! Were you awake that entire time just to sit and watch me suffer?â
His fingers resting on your nape squeezed slightly before letting off to linger on your skin there, âWhy were you hovering over the bed ogling me?â You never got tired listening to his groggy, sleepy voice, it was enough to tingle your spine so close to your ear. You pushed it away though, opting to grit your teeth and ready to lay it on him.
âI was not âoglingâ you, who even says that. You kicked me out of the bed with your pterodactyl feet because you donât know how to share a bed. I tried waking you up, but you sleep like a log,â you finished your rant jabbing a finger into chest and scratching a nail downwards.
Vergil pulled back a fraction looking somewhat insulted at the comment prior to sighing and lying his chin atop your head, âSo noisy⊠I woke you.â
You frowned. Generally, he was biting back a response which would lead into a humorous insult match, yet he let it go instead pulling you closer and staying quiet. Had you said something wrong? Were his feelings hurt by the pterodactyl comment? Couldnât have been, Vergil never cared when you made unusual jokes like that. Was it the sharing pass you made? You knew from small-talk Dante and Vergil fought constantly as children, over practically anything, but you knew it stimmed down to Vergil always being mad Dante would take his things from him â explaining the poetry book he adored with his initial carved into the front. Yet, that didnât make sense for him to be mad. You thought back; you told him he kicked you out of bed, which was odd alone because he rarely jerked in his sleep unless he was â
Unless he was having a nightmare.
You nearly groaned, how did you forget that? He was more than likely kicking out fighting whatever was haunting his dream. Normally it was just noise and heâd wake himself up rolling away to deal with it himself, not one for sentimental words and reassuring touches. You pushed out a nearly inaudibly sigh, but you know his ears picked it up. He was waiting for you to respond as you turned to shove your face into his neck.
âYeah, well, have many times have I woke you up,â you murmured, fluttering your eyelashes against his throat, bending a leg around his hip. Given, half the times you had woken him were when you had to pee and was trapped under his weightâŠ
âMany.â
ââŠIt was a rhetorical question.â
âYou have woken me numerous times, usually because you want sex.â
â...â
âHmm?â
âYou didnât have to explain why.â
He didnât respond. Suddenly wide awake, you placed a hand on his chest and rose your leg to sit at his waist. Vergil sighed.
âI canât sleep.â
âMm. How interesting.â
ââŠYou wanna ââ
You didnât get to finish when he rolled on top of you immediately giving you an answer with his lips.
I think I had the most fun drawing this one and it shows! Sokka is fed up with workaholic Fire Lord Zuko, so he takes matters into his own hands. He steals his clothes, becomes Fire Lord and makes up a whole new law.
As for Zuko wearing Sokka's clothes, I was thinking that maybe they visited Sokka's hometown and Zuko was terribly underdressed. Resulting in Sokka lending him his clothes until they buy him some new ones (they didn't buy new ones, Zuko wore Sokka's clothes the whole time)
Content: contrary to popular belief, the fire lord can't have everything he wants. however, even heâd admit that what he wanted was troublesome in itself, which is why he forces himself to be okay with having you by his side as his advisor. [tw: MDNI, angst/fluff/smut, apothecary diaries coded, so much yearning and longing, porn with plot, there is no power imbalance heâs afraid of your father, zukoâs a little shit tho, weâre already married in his head] wc: 4.8k
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âYou want me to do your hair?â
His lips twitch, fighting back a smile. âYes, precisely.âÂ
You sigh as you step into the manâs chambers, walking up to the vanity thatâs more fitting for a queen, in your opinion. If only people saw this side of the fire lord. Zuko, the pretty boy. He has zero insecurities over the scar his tyrant of a father left on his face, but heâd faint at the sight of seeing too much hair shed on the marble floors of his bathhouse.Â
âWhen you decide to have me summoned like this, do you ever wonder, hmâ what would her father think?â you ask as you grudgingly pick up the boar bristle brush and begin to brush his hair.Â
âI do,â he dryly responds. âI like the way you do your hair, though, so Iâd appreciate it if you didnât tell on me. You wouldnât want me getting in trouble, right?âÂ
Zuko might be the fire lord, but he still has to watch his relationships with the other clans in this nationâ especially with a certain hot-headed strategist that just so happens to be your father. You can only imagine his outburst upon learning that his daughter is playing with the lord's hair, rather than playing your role as his advisor.Â
Most fathers would be pleased by the informationâ not yours, heâs a little more⊠strict. He already doesnât like him from a joke made over a decade ago, suggesting youâd make a fine concubine, which wasnât taken lightly.Â
Your father threatened to usurp the throne, sending a chill running down a then 21 year old Zukoâs spine.
There was no way in hell heâd hand you off to the imperial palace to become a concubine. Youâre the only child of his that inherited firebending. If your father had it his way, youâd be a warrior, for fucks sake.Â
Lord Zuko may have a dry sense of humor at times, but you have your doubts about how much of a joke that statement was, especially with how much he likes to bug you throughout the day.
Perhaps another conflict should eruptâ the man has too much time on his hands. Maybe then youâd fulfill your fathers wish of finally working in the militaryâ put your talents to use, as heâd say.Â
But would Lord Zuko allow the gentle hands running through his hair to commit such violence? Or would that be when heâd draw a hard line with the aggressive strategist?Â
As progressive as he is, you sometimes wonder just how much it extends to you. Even as children, heâd go easy on you during trainings. Heâs only grown softer with you as the years passed. Despite not being a concubine yourself, you wouldnât be surprised if he saw you as one of the flowers in his gardenâ one heâs not allowed to touch.Â
You slide the hair stick through his headpiece, securing the top knot he had you redo. It looks the same, but you hold off on making a comment. âIs that better?âÂ
âMuch better.â His eyes meet yours in the mirror, lips curving into a sly smile. âNowâ what are we doing today?â
We. You hate how much he likes to emphasize that at times.Â
âWell,â you sigh. âAside from the usual council meeting, nothing much. Perhaps you can visit one of your concubines todayâŠÂ for once.â
He huffs out a laugh. âAre you saying I donât fuck my concubines enough?âÂ
âPrecisely,â you say almost mockingly.Â
Itâs all they ever complain about, and honestly, youâre sure you would, too, if you were one of them. Having to wake up and sit around all day, waiting for a man who never comes. And on the rare occasion that he does, he doesnât stay long. Heâll show up, fuck the shit out of you for a couple rounds, then leave right after. Allegedly.Â
âDonât you want an heir?â you ask.Â
âDepends,â he hums.Â
With the way heâs looking at you, you can already tell what it depends on, and it has nothing to do with his current concubines. Lucky for you, he never gets the chance to actually say it because he gets interrupted right after, putting a conversation youâd rather not have to a screeching halt.
âThe council is waiting for you, my Lord.â
â
The silk district was notoriously known for two things: brothels and bandits. It was the wild, wild west compared to the other districts in the capital due to high crime and the growing wealth gap. The governments always kept a watchful eye on it, which was never enough in your opinion.Â
Are you surprised to hear that an entire brothel, including the madame, was discovered to be slain and robbed in the early hours of this morning? Absolutely not.Â
âSend more military officers to patrol the area,â the chamberlain says without hesitation. âWeâve been too lenient with them. If they want bloodshed, weâll give them bloodshed.â
Yikes, he wants to rule the area with an iron fist when theyâre already clearly struggling. You canât help but think of how much of a dictator this guy would be if he were in Zukoâs place.Â
You make eye contact with the lord, whoâs sitting at the end of the table right next to you. In that brief moment, he notices the concern in your eyes and gives you a subtle nod.Â
âPerhaps we can send more public aid?â you suggest. âTheyâve been testing out a new rehabilitation program in Republic City as well. Iâm sure the Silk District could benefit fromââ
âNonsense,â the chamberlain cuts you off, wondering why youâre even here right nowâ he thought you only assisted in matters within the court, not outside of it. âI-â
âCareful,â Zuko interrupts the man rather playfully as he continues to read through the scroll. âThatâs the military strategistâs daughter youâre speaking to.âÂ
The comment makes you nearly roll your eyes, knowing the only reason why he said it was because youâre having to constantly remind him yourself when he gets too close.Â
The chamberlain, however, straightens up immediately. You have no idea why it took him this long to realize it. Heâs been here for nearly over a year, but at least he knows now. The chamberlain can be quite rude at times, you wouldnât want him to slip up with your father in the room. Not only would that earn him an earful of insults that are as creative as they are hurtful, but itâd also be embarrassing on your part.Â
That old man embarrasses you enough when heâs around. Following you around like a lost puppy after meetings, asking if youâve eaten and if your superiors are treating you right, while side eyeing the fire lord himself. Youâd agree so yourself that he has too much power in the court. He enjoys holding it over everyoneâs head even more. Itâs sickening, really.
You look at the chamberlain, who is now pouting, and offer an apologetic smile. âMay I continue?âÂ
âYes, of course,â the old man nods, struggling to hide his shame.
Always one for games, Zuko finds himself suppressing a laugh, which in turn makes the chamberlainâs slouch worsen. Heâs grown to find more and more amusement in his daily tasks, a trait his father would definitely disapprove ofâ good thing heâs not here anymore.Â
The rest of the meeting went by as smooth as it could be, with the fire lord, of course, praising the chancellor in the end for being so well behaved, pretending to wonder what couldâve changed his usual demeanor. The usual teasings, all while you once again found yourself thinking of how light heâs become. Even after receiving such upsetting news, he stayed calm while finding a solution.Â
A humane one.
No longer the grumpy, angsty boy you grew up with. Heâs actually quite charming. But you keep that to yourself.
The palace grounds are empty, as they should be during the afternoon. Everyoneâs off either eating, napping, or tending to duties such as cooking or cleaning. Itâs quiet, surprisingly peaceful. Your footsteps echo throughout the breezeway as Zuko defies the basic etiquette of walking ahead of you as a ruler should. Instead, the bastard walks a little slower than you. If given the opportunity, heâd turn it into a mini competition of who could walk the slowest, up until you both come to a full stop, with him looking at you all smug.Â
âYour chambers are this way,â you remind the said bastard as if heâd already forgotten.Â
He doesnât bother to look back as he responds, walking down a gravel path leading directly to the flower garden. âHow about we take a detour today, hm?â
You watch him for a moment, waiting to see if heâd stop. He doesnât, and you shouldnât be surprised by it. Youâre able to catch up with him in just seconds given his slow pace, this time not bothering to walk behind him as heâs clearly in the mood to be extra stubborn today.
Youâre all alone and away from the hearing distance of anyone else, yet you still choose to speak quietly as you start to gently tease the man. âWhat a surprise to see the king taking some time to enjoy his garden.âÂ
He lets out a soft laugh that fades into a hum. âOnly around a select few.â
âOh, wow,â you pretend to be impressed. âHow charitable.âÂ
âItâs an honor that you think so,â he says, placing a hand over his chest to add to the theatrics, trying not to laugh once again. âTell me, when was the last time you walked through here?â
You hum as you walk further into the sprawling garden filled with wooden arches covered with green vines and flowers in full bloom. âCanât say I actually remember when.â
âThatâs a shame. I had the gardener plant new rose bushes,â he murmurs. âWanted to ask what you thought of them.âÂ
âI think theyâre lovely,â you admit, softly pinching a petal, rubbing your thumb over the velvety skin.
He smiles. âI figured.âÂ
They were your favorite after all.Â
Why is he like this? The gardenâs already filled with enough flowers. A new section wasnât needed.Â
Again, heâs just bored.
In an attempt to keep the conversation from getting any more personal, you change the subject. âAre you looking forward to your trip to Republic City?âÂ
At the end of the meeting, it was decided that heâd visit with the purpose of getting more information about the new rehabilitation program the city was rolling out. While the chancellor wanted to take a more aggressive approach, he decided to take a more peaceful route. Itâs admirable how hands on heâs chosen to be since taking his father's place.Â
âMhm. Itâll be nice catching up with some old friends while Iâm thereââ he cuts himself off and looks at you with slight suspicion, âyouâre going, right?â
You never said you would, nor did you want to, honestly. Itâd be nice to take a break. âIâm sure you and some of your subordinates can handle it.âÂ
âWerenât you the one who came up with the idea, though?â his tone slightly clips as he reminds you.Â
âI was,â you respond tentatively, taking back your thoughts from earlier as you look him in the eyes.Â
This man looks like heâs about to throw a fit.Â
Zuko opens his mouth again, already knowing he shouldnât be this pushy towards you, of all people, but he is far from perfect.Â
So with a forced smile and all the resolve in the world, he murmurs, âyouâre going.âÂ
You smile back despite feeling an annoyed heat creep up your neck, heart starting to pick up. âAlright.âÂ
â
Imagine being the fire lord, a literal ruler, and getting the cold shoulder from your own advisor. Every answer is so curt and clinical, and itâs going to drive him up the wall.Â
Yes, my lord. Of course, my lord. Apologies, my lord.
Give him a fucking break.
As if you werenât punishing him enough, you went ahead and had two of his concubines âaccompanyâ him on the trip. Itâs not like he can say no to that, either, since itâs considered to be one of his duties. Not to mention they both come from high-ranking families that would not be very pleased to hear of their neglect.Â
So now he has to deal with two spoiled, pent-up brats hanging on him during the entirety of this flight, all while trying not to glare at the biggest brat of them allâ you, as you sit directly across from him, reading probably whatâs some pathetic romance novel.
This is fucking ridiculous. You havenât looked at him once since you first sat down.
Youâre no better than him. There was a strike of lightning in the direction you walked off in, and given how it was a perfectly sunny day, heâs pointing his finger at you for the damages done in the east wing, despite keeping his mouth shut on the matter. Complain about being dragged to Republic City all you want, but you still have it better than most. If you really did have it that bad, you wouldâve been punished for such an offense.Â
Like, seriously? Blowing shit up, like a fucking childâ a terrifying one, to be frank, you are absolutely your fatherâs daughterâ just because you had to do your job? Grow up. His grandfatherâs statue was shattered in the midst of it all, thanks to you. Youâre lucky he never liked the bastard.
In protest, youâre dressed like a noble's daughter rather than a member of the court. Wearing the finest silk and adorned in gold imported from the Earth nation, quietly refusing to represent your actual nation as you claim to be representing your clanâ proof that you have enough power on your own to be acting like heâs actively denying you of basic human rights.
As if he even cared about your attire. Be his guest! You look fucking hot. Someone might even mistake you for one of his concubines, and he might just not correct them, since you think youâre more petty than he is.
Zuko gets pulled out of his thoughts when Concubine Aika speaks, still leaning against him and rubbing on his chest. She asked what book you were reading, which is when you finally looked up from it.Â
âItâs sort of an adventure novel.â You look at the cover, speaking to her with a certain warmth youâve been depriving him of. âItâs about a girl escaping an abusive orphanage once she turns 18 and follows her journey for the next 10 years.â
So now youâre fantasizing about leaving him? Good luck with that.Â
âYou look troubled, my lord,â the woman to his right, Concubine Saiyo, says. Sheâs leaning against him as well, now tracing her fingers along his jaw. âAre you alright?âÂ
âMâfine,â he murmurs, trying to fix his face as he takes a sip of sake. âItâs been a long flight.â
âThereâs a private cabin you can retreat to, if youâd like,â you suggest, going back to your little book, missing the way you just made the lordâs eye twitch.Â
âI know,â he says.Â
Itâs his airship.Â
Without warning, he gets up from his seat. Was it a little rude? Perhaps. But surely the two women beside him could understand what feeling hounded could do to someone. They donât, they do their jobs and get up as well, which he understands. However, Zukoâs not in the fucking mood right now and waves a dismissive hand.Â
âNo need,â he curtly says, making his way to the back of the airship. âI just want to close my eyes for a bit.âÂ
. . . . . .
The trip starts off strong with a banquet being held in honor of the fire lord's arrival.Â
Contrary to Zukoâs wishes, nobodyâs stupid enough to mistake you for one of his concubines. At least not within the circle of people youâre mingling with tonight, who all recognize your family's crest engraved on your hairpin.Â
They were an ambitious bunch that spread all over once Zuko came into powerâ reaching amongst the highest positions within the military, medicine, and even education.Â
Funny enough, your position in the court was nothing special in comparison to some of your relativesâ achievements. Some are even bothered by the fact. Being the first of all your cousins to master the art of firebending, being your grandfather's favorite solely for bending lightning with the same grace as he did in his prime, all while excelling in your studies.Â
All of that potential, just wasted on being the lordâs âpetâ.Â
You donât have much of an opinion on the disappointment some of them have expressed in the past, though it wouldâve been nice if their words had stayed behind closed doors. You didnât want to hear any of it. If you truly wanted to make use of that said potential, you wouldâve worked directly under your father as his subordinate.Â
Maybe it was the result of growing up feeling like you were enough. You have nothing to prove, and quite frankly, youâre content with having a role that really only requires you to share your opinions with a ruler that shares the same ideals as you⊠for the most part.Â
If only heâd also agree that you two spend way too much time together.Â
Luckily, youâre not required to be by his side tonight since youâre attending the banquet as a representative of your clanâ something Zuko had no clue about until the moment you stepped onto the airship, which had him looking like he was about to blow a fucking gasket. He absolutely sucks at masking his frustrations. Youâre surprised his concubines still had the courage to cuddle up with him. He looked like he was 2.5 seconds away from throwing you off the ship mid-flight.Â
Zuko would never do that, by the way, but youâre sure he was daydreaming about it.Â
But even then, with all the distance between you tonight, you can still feel his eyes on you. Just watching and waiting for you to do something he didnât like. Very masochistic considering how he wouldnât confront you if you did end up doing something wrong in his eyes.Â
You spend the entire night avoiding eye contact, which isnât too hard given how all youâve done is catch up with old peers from school and relatives whoâve decided to move here to start new lives.Â
The relatives you got along with, that is.Â
You were enjoying yourself. Truly. Until Sokka called you over to their table.Â
Funny how Zuko wasnât looking at you then and was instead stuffing his face with spicy dumplings, then downing it with whatever liquor was in his cup.Â
You walk over with two thoughts running through your headâ please donât let this man be as drunk as Sokka and Aang, and donât let this be a conversation about how work was been. Sokka tends to ask those things at the wrong time, despite his heart being in the right place.Â
This time around, itâs not Sokka.
âHowâs our flaming hot lord treating you?â Aang asks, throwing an arm around a very drunk Zuko, whoâs laughing his ass off over the avatarâs words for once.Â
Your lips may have twitched a little, as well. Only because Aang gave even less fucks when in an inebriated state.Â
âOh, you knowâ the usual.â You let out a lighthearted laugh, and only you notice the way Zukoâs face momentarily drops.Â
The air around him quickly screams âdonât fuck with meâ, then settles back into something more suitable for someone whoâs already had half their water weight in alcohol.Â
âCâmon, you can do better than that,â Zuko forces out a laugh, leaning back in his seat.Â
You laugh a little harder. âCan I?â
âYeah, you can.âÂ
Sokka lets out this weird, giddy gasp because he loves drama, and cuts in. âAre you two fighting?â
âNo.âÂ
âNo.â
You and Zuko look at each other after shutting down Sokkaâs question at the same time. The fake smiles youâre wearing are not helping your case at all.Â
âWhereâs Katara? Iâve been wondering where sheâs been this whole time,â you ask in an attempt to keep the energy between you from getting any more awkward than it already is
Aang grows a little paleâ the instant karma feels nice. âSheâs a little sick tonight.âÂ
Thereâs a bit of fear in his voice. Sheâs totally pregnant. Not that you say that. Instead, you just point in some random direction behind you. âThatâs terribleâ my cousin actually just mentioned a bug going around. I hope she feels better soon.âÂ
âThank you,â the man lets out a sigh of relief, allowing himself to be delusional for just one more night.Â
âWhat about Toph?â
âHome. Asleep.â Sokka rolls his eyes. âSheâs like a little old lady now. Youâll see her tomorrow, though, sheâs been volunteering at the center.âÂ
âVolunteering or beating everyone into submission?â Zuko murmurs, and they all erupt in laughter. âShe probably runs that place like the military.â
You find yourself starting to zone out as the conversation moves on to a different topic. Youâd like to blame some of the wine youâve been sipping on throughout the night for that. Everything starts to melt togetherâ the live music, the endless chatter in every which direction. The only thing that pulls you out of it is seeing another one of your cousins who had just arrived, waving at you, and you don't shy away from taking that as an opportunity to excuse yourself.Â
Aang and Sokka were as kind as usual when you said your goodbyes. Zuko, on the other hand, was harder to read through the pathetic excuse of a smile he gave you. One only meant to save face.Â
If only he knew just how much worse he makes things sometimes. Although theyâre rare, this isnât the first fight you two have been in. Perhaps you have been a little petty towards the man, but itâs not you who grows so frustrated at someoneâs anger that you begin to hold a grudge yourself.Â
You arrive back to your room in the early morning with the regret of not cutting yourself off from the drinks sooner than you did. You wouldnât say you were drunk, but you were definitely tipsy as you started to shed layers of clothes and jewelry to get in the hot bath that had been prepared prior to your return.Â
Aang may be childish at times, but fuck was he a great host. Or maybe it was Katara who had all of these amenities set up for you. Candles and bath saltsâ you could die a happy woman right now as you settle into the stone tub, taking deep breaths, letting your muscles relax.Â
Twenty minutes in, you hear rattling and heavy footsteps that seem to hit the ground with more confusion than the determination an attacker would usually have. It forces you to leave the warmth of your bath, slipping on a robe. Getting hit with annoyance rather than fear may be a little foolish. Overconfident, even. But thereâs still alcohol running through your veins, and you arenât the pride and joy of your clan for no reasonâ you can absolutely hold your own in a fight.Â
When you walk out of the bathroom, you come face to face with exactly who you were thinking of.
âFuck,â he looks away for a moment, regretting his decision thinking it was okay to just walk in.Â
Zuko didnât think youâd be bathing, for some odd, stupid reason. Judging by the fact that heâs still wearing his usual day clothing and his hairs not up in a bun, itâs safe to assume he went straight here after leaving the banquet.Â
You let out a long sigh. âGodâ what are you doing here?âÂ
You donât even sound madâ just disappointed that you have to see him once more before you lay your head to rest, which slightly hurts the manâs ego. Truth be told, he came here to argue with you, but even in his drunken state, heâs finding it quite difficult to do so since he looks like a fucking pervert now.Â
âYour comment from earlierâ what the hell was that about?â Zuko sounds more wounded than anything right now.Â
You cross your arms, leaning against the door frame that connects the room to the bathroom. âWhat comment?â
âThe usual,â he says with air quotes. âDo you not like me anymore or something?â
âYouâre seriously asking me that right now?â Your face twists, just dumbfounded at this point. âYou ask me that as if I donât work for you?â
He scoffs. âSo what, youâre saying Iâm not your friend now?â
âI mean, yeahâ you are, but Iâm still your subordinate at the end of the day,â you attempt to spell it out for him, trying to get it through his brain that he canât just act like you two are a pair of besties.Â
But he just continues to argue with you.Â
âReally? âCause last time I checked, people donât fight their superiors.âÂ
No, they do not. Youâre not sure why you even tried to make that an argument, the line between you has blurred a long time ago.Â
âYou know what, justâ forget it.â
The thing is, you're not the best at taking accountability. Most of the arguments youâve had with him have been swept under the rug after a while. Zuko's not having that right now, though.
âHmâ actually, noâ I donât think I will,â he stubbornly says. âYou have been punishing me for fucking weeks now and now you just want me to forget it?â
Punishing him?
You roll your eyes, muttering âoh my godâ under your breath, not even bothering to look him straight in the eyes anymore as you walk to the nightstand and pick up a small jar of body cream.Â
âWe have a long day ahead of us tomorrow,â you say dismissively, rubbing the jasmine-scented cream into your hands. âI need to go to sleep, and so should you, honestly.â
It doesnât matter how well he can handle his alcoholâ he reeks of it.Â
âIâm trying to talk to you right now so I donât have to deal with your attitude tomorrow,â he says, as if he hasnât had an attitude himself the last couple of weeks.Â
âDonât worry, you wonât have to,â you murmur back.Â
What feels like minutes pass after your pathetic attempt to settle your issues with him. At first, he just lets out a sigh, trying to keep his composure, but then he laughs under his breath.Â
âSo thatâs it?â he asks in a condescending tone. âWeâre all good now?â
âYes. Goodnight, Zuko,â you hum.Â
More silence follows after. You can just feel his eyes on you despite still facing away, now reaching for some hair oil, waiting for him to leave.
He never does. Even after working the product into your hair, you have yet to hear the door to your room close, making you grow wary.Â
There are many things telling you not to turn around at the momentâ your blurred mind and tensed body. But even you make mistakes, lots of them with Zuko, and so you finally turn around.Â
His lips are on yours.Â
You donât know how long heâd been standing directly behind you, you never even heard his footsteps. All you know is his hands are snaked behind your neck and heâs kissing you and youâre letting him.
It takes you a moment to realize youâre kissing him backâ too focused on how soft his lips are, how his tongue glides across your lower lip before slipping inside, so commanding yet so gentle.Â
Then you sober upâ pressing your palm flat against his chest and pushing him back so you two can look at each other, eyes wide and filled with instant regret.
âWhat the hell was that?â you try to snap at him, but the sharp edge was dulled from the start, already fearing whatâll change between you from this moment forward.Â
âIâ fuck,â he stutters, taking another step back. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât haveââ
Immediately, you cut him off. âNo, you shouldnât have and you know that.â
âI know.â It sounds like a plea coming from him as his chest tightens. âIâm sorry.â
Even you start to look apologetic, which breaks his heart a little since you did nothing wrong. The one who crossed the line was him, after all. âYou should go. Youâre drunk.âÂ
He opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it shortly after. There was nothing to say.Â
And so he slowly nods and turns around, still in shock by his own actions as he begins to walk away, leaving you to deal with the aftermath of what the fuck just happened on your own.Â
This was going to be the longest work trip of your life.Â
notes: i hope u guys enjoyed this first chapter!! this was supposed to be a oneshot but then ideas kept popping up in my head and i thought, why don't i just turn this into a longfic like defiance lol. the plan is to follow these two around throughout a couple arcs, with the first one being them trying to navigate their feelings and attempting to go back to normal while trying to fix the shit show in the silk district.
mdni. nanami and higuruma as your overworked boyfriends
imagine having two overworked boyfriends, nanami and higuruma, who spoil you endlessly. they complain about brutal daysâcourt marathons for hiromi, endless deals for kentoâbut seeing you in the dresses, lingerie, or jewelry they bought (or you bought with their cards) makes every headache vanish. nanamiâs eyes darken quietly; hiromi exhales like the weight just lifted.
they wonât let you clean, do laundry, or shop for groceriesâeverythingâs handled. but they canât stop you from cooking. you pack them perfect bentos: neat tamagoyaki, karaage, little onigiri. hiromi smirks at the note inside during lunch; kento finishes every bite and keeps the container on his desk like a trophy.
you give back the way they crave most.you greet them at the door in nothing but what they paid for, and theyâre on you instantly. hiromi pulls you onto his lap, grinding slow while kento watches, then joinsâhands everywhere, mouths on your neck.
they love your mouth after the worst days. you drop to your knees; nanami guides you gently down his length, groaning low; hiromi waits his turn, then fucks your throat a little rougher, praising how perfect you feel.
your ass is their stress relief. nanami preps you slow, slides in careful while hiromi kisses you deep. they find a rhythm that leaves you shaking, full and whimpering.
your pussy is the ultimate reward. they take turns or both at onceâkento underneath stretching you open, hiromi pressing in beside until youâre gasping, stuffed and sobbing. they murmur âgood girlâ and âso perfect for usâ until you come clenching hard around them, pulling their releases with broken moans.
after, warm cloths, soft kisses, you sandwiched between them. quiet for ten minutes, then hiromiâs hand drifts lower. âone more?â kentoâs already hard again.
