my god this took forever to make

Your Body Is My Wonderland (smut)

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Requested: no (Fluff in the beginning) 

Word count: 4,224

I was resting my back against Shawn’s broad chest, while his fingers were running through my wet newly washed hair. We were chilling in bed, watching movies after a long day for the both of us. We were sipping beers, celebrating this day finally coming to an end.

I was tucked tightly into a blanket, feeling Shawn place tender kisses on my neck once in a while. His arms were tightly shut around my body, making every inch of my skin feel tickly just by his faint yet loving touches.

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“We’ll learn together.“

a piece I made for one of my all time favorite fics, Yours Truly by the incredible kagieyama! This scene was too heartwarmingly precious that I’d be a fool to pass it up, hope you enjoy!! (❁´‿`❁)*✲゚*

All I Had - Part 2

Summary: Savitar kidnaps reader because in the future she was his lover, she was there for him when everyone rejected him. However, she died and now he’s in the present seeking revenge from the team while finding a way to be with her again.

Pairings: Savitar!Barry x reader

Word count: 1754

A/N: Hi guys! The much requested part 2 is finally here. You gave me a lot of suggestions and ideas and I’m trying to incorporate them through the story to make it something enjoyable to all of us! I’m not sure if you’ll like this part as much as the first one, but I really hope you do. Also, this one has a lot of dialogue oops. But anyway, I’d love to hear your opinions, they mean a lot to me x

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I FINALLY HIT MY GOAL !!! I LOVE MY MUTUALS SO MUCH SO I MADE A FOLLOW FOREVER <3 <3 <3 !!!

🌟 HALL OF FAME 🌟

@boycadet - MY AMAZING BOYFRIEND WHOM I LOVE SO MUCH!!! THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE 

@rarbug - MY SUPER BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD ILY?!?!?! UR THE GREATEST

@jdhategroup - DAVE UR ART IS SO GOOD AND U MAKE ME A HAPPY DUDE ILYSM

@awciel - BEST HAND HOLDER !!! IM SO GLAD UR MY FRIEND 

🌟 MUTUALS UNDER THE CUT!! 🌟 

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Oh my god, this took forever to make..
But here are some of the Sonic females I could remember on spot.

i love you | 01

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

Pairing: Jungkook x Jimin

Words: 629

Genre: Overpoweringly sweet fluff

Summary: Things you said when you thought i was asleep

Requested by: @colourfulnoodles

A/N: omg, this is the first story i’ve posted…i’m nervous as hell and i realised it’s really short but i feel like this is the perfect intro to my writing and i’ll be working hard to try and write even more to post on here. but i hope you enjoy this little drabble i cranked out!

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Cheryl Blossom: Don’t be shy -Smut-

Request: can i make a request of a cheryl blossom x shy female reader smut P L E A S E i cant find any and i need it !!!!!!!!!

Notes: Oh my god, I love Cheryl so fucking much. And this request is sooo great. This took forever. I was so busy watching Supergirl, I was sidetracked. But I hope you like it. I didn’t proofread so if there is any mistakes I’m sorry.

Warning: You better believe it’s gonna be dirty. As always, maximum amount of cursing. Dom!Cheryl. Sub!Reader. Omg, handcuffs!! Vibrators lmao. Teasing to the motherfucking max. Orgasm Denial. Mommy Kink. Sin. 

Reader’s POV

Cheryl convinced me to come to Thornhill. I didn’t mind going. I mean my girlfriend was there so. Cheryl’s parents were out of town so, we were basically by ourselves. Cheryl’s house was huge. So we’d put on our pajamas and literally run around the house, like little girls at a sleepover. “Y/N, look what I got today!” I directed my attention towards her. It seems she had like a black box, with a matching satin bow. My curiousness was at peak, as I walked over to her side. “What is this?” I questioned. She only smiled and said “take a look for yourself babe.” I felt like a kid on Christmas. I unwrapped the pretty bow, and lifted the top. My reaction must have been priceless, because I could hear Cheryl’s sweet laugh. I looked up at her, only to see the brightest smile I have ever seen plastered on her face. “God Cheryl. I..um, what?” Cheryl pulled the box out of my lap, so she could sit on my lap. “Baby, since my parents aren’t home. I’ve decided we should make the best of things.” “Cheryl I-” “Do you understand me?” She purred. As if I wasn’t turned on already, I nodded. Too horny to ruminate words. She left trails of kisses from my lips to my neck. I shivered at the feeling of her lips against my skin. “Why don’t you be a good girl, and take off all of your clothes darling?” She cooed. I did as I was told, and stripped down to nothing. I stood there, while sat there in the chair. “Now lay down for me kitten. Don’t be shy.” I crawled slowly onto her massive bed. She got up and began sauntering towards the bed. One leg before the other, she climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. “Arms up.” She demanded. I simply obeyed and raised my arms to each side of my head. She wasted no time cuffing my hands to her headboard. She got from on top of me and spread my legs. Also cuffing them to the end of her bed. “Now, I’m not going to touch you, but you will feel the pleasure my love.” She teased. I let out a groan, as she caressed my inner thigh. She paraded over to her desk chair, to get the little vibrator she had bought. Before I knew what was happening, I felt the vibrations on my clit. I gasped at the pleasurable sensation. “You like that, baby doll?” She rasped. I was too busy feeling, to actually think of a reply. She was dead serious about the ‘not touching’ part. I guess she could tell how close I was, because my legs were visibly trembling. She removed vibrator from between my thighs, causing me cry out at the sudden loss of contact. “You don’t cum unless I tell you to, understand?” I nodded, in a needy way. She then placed the vibrating toy back on my clit, readjusting the settings to the highest speed. Oh my god, it felt so fucking great. “Oh my god, Cheryl. It feels so fucking good baby.” “You like how that feels, sweetie? You like the vibrations on your pretty clit?” I shakily murmured a “yes.” “Too bad.” She said and pulled away and smirked as I begged for her to continue. “No begging. It only just makes it worst..for you.” She chuckled wickedly. I tried squeezing my legs together, no longer remembering that my legs were cuffed. “Stop it!” She growled. I nearly jumped at the loudness of her melodic voice. “When I said no touching. I meant no fucking touching.” If I wasn’t turned on before, then I definitely am now. “Do you understand, darling?” “Yes, Cheryl.” She nodded and pushed the vibrator back between my legs. “Oh my fucking god.” I cried. “Do you want to cum, baby girl?” “Oh yes. Please let me cum, mommy.” I could feel my body dissolve, as I my orgasm rippled through me. I felt as if I was on cloud 9. I could’ve sworn I saw the light. “What a good girl you are, baby. You came for me.” “All for you, mommy.” She released the cuffs, and put away all the toys. I got onto my knees as I pulled Cheryl up on her bed. “Thank you, baby.” I said kissing her plump lips. “Of course, my love. I know how stressed you’ve been with school and all. I just wanted to take your mind off things.” “I am so thankful for you. You know that?” I walked over to her closet, and put on one of my t-shirts I left over. She came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “If anything it’s me, who’s lucky to be your girlfriend.” I laughed, “You’re right.” I turned around and pecked her lips. “But, honestly we should get to bed. Don’t your parents come home today?” “Yeah. Fuck I forgot.” We climbed into bed and cuddled up together. “I love you, Cheryl Blossom. More than anything.” “I love you too, babe.” I don’t know about Cheryl, but I was completely spent from the night we just had. But it was all worth it.

enjolras socaial media au

 @edgardegarse and i came up with this kind of on accident 

enjolras would be that person who: 

-had the most disorganized and busy twitter ever 

-he would tweet back and anyone and everyone within the 5 seconds of them tweeting(especially political figures to tell them either how right they were and how much he loved them or how wrong they were and how much he fucking hated their guts) 

-grantaire would be the one to tweet back at enj telling him to chill although he’d constantly make himself not like everything e is posting 

-had the most aesthetic tumblr blog and the most hilarious rants “omg there there was this guy in the checkout line at the grocery store and oh my god he took forever. first of all he was buying unorganic fruit and like who even does that anymore? then he also took forever and started chatting with the store clerk UGGGHHH!! i was not going to be late for that protest. i was just picking up some energy drinks for me and the boyz. [courf has warned him not to call them ‘the boyz’ anymore because “gender equality!! what about eponine and chetta? jehan for gods sakes!!”] 

-his instagram was extremely artsy but had totally shit captions

 -facebook is where enjolras has opinions about everything. any post he sees. enjolras has an opinion. (whenever Enj tries to open his mouth and R beats him to it he goes “everyone stop enjolras has an opinion get the band aids somoenes gonna get hurt”) he has opinions on from people’s political views to “oh my god no ferre that fugly shirt where the fuck did you even manage to get a moth shirt and why”

-he’d be the one inviting everyone to all these social justice rants and events and message them with ‘if you don’t accept i’m blocking you irl’

{sidenote enjolras tries to use text speak in actual conversations enj: hey M$ULkeCraZ SOHF CUL8R •Joly: did you seriously just say that?•Enj: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) •Joly: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?!?}

 -when grantaire declined the invitation enj was like HELL NO and he came to r’s house barricaded it with trashcans and stuff and when taire was like “dafuq angelrus” he was like “you are BANNED from reality” R’s comeback is “well you were banned from IKEA last week for building a barricade there, so we’re kind of in the same boat”

 •courtesy of me and @edgardegarse

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Monster

Bruce Banner X Reader

A/N: I was listening to this song on my way home from class, a while back, and this kind of just popped into my head! I hope you like it! Thanks @itsanerdlife for helping me make up my mind and picking Bruce! God, this took me forever to write! LOL! This takes place right after Avengers: AoU!

Song: Monster by Imagine Dragons

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Ever since I could remember / Everything inside of me / Just wanted to fit in / I was never one for pretenders / Everything I tried to be / Just wouldn’t settle in…

Bruce Banner had always been interested in science. His father had been in the same field, but had a mean streak within him. He felt like he would never be able to impress him, and their relationship suffered. In college, he fell in love with Betty Ross, and they eventually worked together. His accident with Gamma Radiation – in an attempt to replicate the Super Soldier Serum from Project Rebirth – was due to his cockiness. He never should have upped the dosage to impress (former) General Ross.

He tried to do everything to the best of his abilities, and it seemed like everything just kept biting him in the ass. After everything that had happened in Harlem, meeting Nick Fury, and a failed suicide attempt, he had tried to run.

He needed to get his monster under control.

He was able to be away for quite some time. That was, until Natasha Romanoff found him in India, and he was recruited into the Avengers Initiative. After meeting them, he learned how to use the other half off himself for good. He was finally getting to a good place, until Ultron. Specifically, the twins that Ultron had recruited for his cause. The girl twin, Wanda Maximoff, had caused him to go into a blind rage, and he destroyed an entire city. If Tony hadn’t stopped him, he didn’t know how many people he would have hurt.

It left a bad feeling in his gut.

Can I clear my conscience / If I’m different from the rest / Do I have to run and hide? / I never said that I want this / This burden came to me / And it’s made it’s home inside…

When the battle in Sokovia was over, Ultron was destroyed and he left. He took a jet and left his life with the Avengers behind. He needed to find himself, again. He needed to control the rage, the anger, the guilt, the pain…

The Hulk crashed the jet near Fiji, and Bruce was hoping that it was remote enough to not get caught. After the jet was sunk in the ocean, he swam to one of the random islands scattered about, passing out on shore near a resort from exhaustion. It seemed like everything was just piling on his shoulders.

He dreamed of the Hulk. He dreamed of all the people he has hurt, all the cities he has destroyed, and all of the families he tore apart. As he lay on the beach in his dream, they all surrounded him. They screamed at him, they cried to him, and they called him the one thing he already knew he was: a monster.

“I’m sorry.” He cried to them, over and over, begging for forgiveness.

None of them could hear his cries as they closed in on him, pitchforks at the ready.

If I told you what I was / Would you turn your back on me? / And if I seem dangerous / Would you be scared?…

He startled awake, realizing that he was no longer on the beach. He was lying face down in a fluffy bed, covered in blankets.

“Oh, you’re awake!” A feminine voice came from behind him, sounding startled. This must be her bed. “You gave me a bit of a scare. I thought that you’d never wake up.”

He groaned, turning around to face the woman, but he stopped in astonishment. She was beautiful. Her Y/S/C skin a little red from being in the sun, dressed in a white sundress to cover her swimsuit. She had a floppy hat over her Y/H/C hair, to shade her from the sun. What startled him the most, was the kindness he saw in her Y/E/C eyes.

He hadn’t really ever been a man of religion, but he could have sworn that an angel was standing in front of him.

He cleared his throat, “Where am I?”

“Mana Island, in Fiji.” She smiled, pulling up a chair next to the bed and sitting down, crossing her smooth legs, “I found you on the beach a few days ago, and recognized you from a book I had read in college. I figured that you’d tried to get away for a reason, so I hid you.” She took a water bottle from the night stand, handing it to him to drink, “When the men came around with your picture, I told them that you were my husband, and that I hadn’t seen a Bruce Banner, or a Hulk.”

He sighed, running a hand down his face, “Thank you. I don’t know how I could ever repay you.”

“You can put some clothes on, and eat some food, for starters.” She joked, getting up and grabbing a smile pile of clothes that were piled on the dresser, “I hope these fit. I had to guess your size.” She walked over and handed him the pile, “The bathroom is through that door. I suggest a shower, as well.”

That was how it began.

She was there for, what was supposed to be her honeymoon, but had been left at the alter. She came, anyways, needing to get away from the looks of pity her family and friends were giving her. She had wanted a vacation, so she took a few months off from work, packed her shit, and came to Fiji.

“I should have known he was going to pull a stunt like that.” She shook her head as they walked down the beach a week or so later, “He was never really excited for the wedding. He just asked me, because he felt he had to.”

Bruce walked next to her, hiding under a hat and sunglasses, “I’m sorry that happened to you.” He stopped, grabbing your hand in comfort, “He is an idiot for letting someone as kind and giving as you go.”

She smiled, tucking a stray hair back with her free hand, “Why, Mister Banner, you flatter me.”

He laughed, pulling her along, “Come on, let’s go!”

He pulled her towards the water, running then jumping into a wave. She let out a shriek as the cold water washed over her sunned body. She was hit with another wave, and pulled him down with her as she was engulfed. They both came for air, sputtering and moving closer to shore so the water was only to their waist.

She grasped his shoulders with a laugh, since he was taller and the water was closer to her chest than his, “I don’t ever want to leave this place behind.”

“Neither do I.” He looked away, an ache forming in his chest as he thought about what he was going to do once this trip was over. “I have nowhere to go, and no way to get there.”

“You could always sneak into my suitcase and hitch a flight back with me.” She joked, moving one hand to frame his face, “I wouldn’t mind seeing you more, after this trip.”

“Really?”

She nodded, grinning as she leaned in, pressing her cold lips against his warm ones. He moved his hands to her waist, kissing her back with fever.

I get the feeling just because / Everything I touch isn’t dark enough / If this problem lies in me…

When he woke the next morning, it was with her. They had spent the night, together. It was the best night he had ever had. She was slowly becoming the best woman he had ever met, and he realized that he was slowly developing feelings for her.

But what about Natasha?

Ah, crap. He had forgotten about Natasha. He had probably left her heartbroken when he left without her.

A wave of guilt overcame him as he walked out of the bedroom, pulling on a pair of shorts as he exited the room, and sat on the porch of the small villa they had been residing in. A small thought crossed his mind about calling her, but he dismissed that thought quickly. He couldn’t call her. She would track down his location and they would try and find him.

He didn’t even feel the same, anymore. He was falling for someone else.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked from behind him.

He hadn’t realized that he was staring at the ocean with his hands wringing together with stress. “Yes, and no.” He turned, grabbing her hand and pulling her onto his lap, “Last night was perfect. I was just thinking about the team.”

“The Avengers, you mean?” She put her arm around him, running her hand through his hair in comfort, “Do you miss them?”

“More than I thought I would.” He sighed, closing his eyes in content, “I need to keep my distance, though. I can’t Hulk-out anymore. Not until I have my emotions under control.”

She leaned in, pressing her lips against his for a moment. When she pulled back, she was grinning, “So last night was perfect, you say? What about round two?”

A wicked grin spread across his face as he picked her up bridal-style, causing her to giggle. He pressed his lips against hers, walking back into the villa where they spent the rest of the day wrapped up in each other.

That evening, he had a date planned with her. They were going to go into town and eat somewhere local.

When she came out of the bathroom after getting ready, he nearly swooned at the sight of her. She had a red dress over a bikini, wedge heels, and had dolled herself up. He loved seeing her with or without makeup. He couldn’t get enough of her beauty.

The dinner had gone really well. They had tried some of the local foods, and nobody seemed to pay any mind to them. Meaning, nobody recognized him.

On their way back, though, their perfect night got interrupted.

They were walking on a quiet street, hand in hand, reminiscing about their lives, when Bruce felt the butt of a gun pressed into his back.

“Don’t make a sound. Hand over your money.” A sinister voice came from behind him.

Y/N gasped as a man wrenched her away from Bruce, gun pointed at her head.

“Now, guys, I think we can come to an understanding. Please, put the guns away.” Bruce said, trying to stay calm. “You don’t want to piss me off.”

Y/N looked at Bruce in fear, before pleading with the men, “He doesn’t have his wallet, but I have my purse. Just take it and leave us alone, please.” Her hands were shaking and she dropped her purse to the ground.

“Shut up, woman! Nobody asked you!” The man that was holding her roughly shoved her to the ground, a pained yelp escaping her mouth as she hit the ground.

Bruce tensed in anger.

Oh shit.

A growl came from his chest, and he felt the bones in his body start to tense and shift as his rage started to climb.

“Oh, shit, it’s that guy they were looking for that turns green!” The mugger panicked behind him, scrambling backwards.

Bruce looked at his hands, the green starting to color his tanned skin. “Run.” He ground out, falling to his knees.

Bang!

Y/N let out a pained scream.

“Oh, shit! What the hell, man! We weren’t supposed to shoot anyone!” One of them yelled, “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Through the red, angry haze in his vision, he saw Y/N clutching her arm to her chest. Blood spilled over her fingers, before she started crawling over to him, “Bruce!” The blood was coming from a gash – the bullet had only grazed her arm.

She threw herself at him, straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around his twitching shoulders, “Calm down! Please, calm down. They’ll find you if you turn into him.”

He was trying as hard as he could to fight the monster inside of him. He was gasping, eyes squeezed shut, writhing in pain as he fought to be free. He tried to let the feel of her pressed against his body anchor him – while desperately willing his bones to stay in place, and the color of his skin to go back to sunburnt.

“Shh, calm down.” She brushed her hand through his dark hair in a soothing manner, holding his shoulder tightly with her injured arm. “That’s it.”

The shaking in his body ceased and he unclenched his fists. Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his face into the crook of her neck. “I’m sorry.”

She had done what he never could. She had gotten the monster inside of him to stay. She had gotten Bruce to calm down before shifting, even as the beast kept getting stronger and stronger.

She was his anchor.

She was his light.

He was falling in love with her.

I’m only a man with a candle to guide me / I’m taking a stand to escape what’s inside me / A monster, a monster / I’ve turned into a monster / A monster, a monster / And it keeps getting stronger


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Winchester's Guardian

Chapter 1: Drink Myself To Death
(Supernatural fanfic series )

~Warnings: sadness, drinking, violence, mentions of suicide, cuteness, cussing~

Cas was dead. He was never coming back, and it was ripping Dean apart at the seems. The overwhelming guilt that he felt at not saving his lover was killing him, and he ended up spending almost all his nights at bars.

Sam would tag along to try and comfort his big brother—and to drive him home afterwards. On hunts he’s been more reckless and careless. Sam had to save Dean a several times. Every time he did, Dean always told him “you should have let me die. I have nothing left to live for.” It made Sam very sad to see his big brother in shambles like this. His heart went out to his big brother Dean.

“Why don’t you let me die, Sam?” Dean asked one night as he lay drunkenly in his motel bed, his eyes red and puffy from crying.
Sam sighed as he got in to bed with him. He took Dean’s face gently in to his hands making him look in to his brown and loving eyes as he spoke.

“Dean you’re my big brother and I love you. You’re family, and I’m not gonna let you kill yourself if I can help it. I know Cas is dead and I miss him a lot too. God, Dean, he was like a brother to me. But Dean, you are family, and family is forever. We never leave family behind,” Sam said as he snuggled close to Dean. They fell asleep hugging each other. Sam never told his brother that he’d been crying himself to sleep.
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The next night Sam and Dean are at Dean’s favorite bar. It wasn’t fancy, and there wasn’t even a big crowd—just a few regulars. It was a place to forget your troubles. Sadly for Dean it wasn’t working—he was super drunk. Sam never seen him this drunk before, and he was pretty scared to see Dean like this—he had started to become very man and irritable.

“Dean, let’s go home, big guy, please,” Sam said in a nice, calm voice. In an attempt to calm his big brother, he pulled him into a hug.

“FUCK YOU, SAM! I’M NEVER COMING HOME, GOD DAMN IT. I’M GONNA DRINK MYSELF TO DEATH!!!” Dean shouted as he pushed Sam against the wall, hard.
“Dean, let me go and let’s go the fuck home. Come on, damn it! Do you think Cas would want this?” Sam asked as he tried to wiggle out of Dean’s tight grasp.

“FUCK YOU, SAM! WHO THE FUCK CARES WHAT CAS WOULD WANT, HE’S DEAD DAMN IT!!! HE’S GONE, AND I LOVED HIM. I LOVED HIM AND HE LEFT ME.” Dean shouted, slurring, as he pounded his fist in to Sam’s face.

“Dean please stop and let’s go home. I won’t hurt you. I know it’s hard losing a lover and a best friend. Bro, Cas would be disappointed,” Sam pleaded as blood streamed from his nose. He was scared, but knew his brother needed him.

Sam didn’t move as Dean continued to hit him. He tried his best not to hit back. He knew how much Dean had loved Cas, but finally a blow to his jaw got him pissed. He drew back his fist and was going to hit Dean, but something grabbed his shoulder. Sam didn’t see anyone, but the touch felt familiar to him. Then he heard a voice—normally he’d be freaked out, but the voice soothed him.
“Sam, go home. Let me take care of Dean. I promise everything will be okay.” the familiar voice said as Sam wiggled out of Dean’s grasp. He drove Baby back to the motel feeling better about his brother.

Dean drunk some more Jack after Sam left. He was so drunk he was almost falling off his stool. He struggled to his feet and turn to face the door.

“How dare my brother compare losing Cas to losing a friend. He was Cas, the honest to goodness love of my life. I never got to tell him how much I really loved him.” Dean said with a hiccup as he stumbled towards the door. He would have fallen, but something unseen grabbed his shoulder.

“Dean, I know you love me and I love you. I’m here to watch over you and your bother. You may not be able to see me but I’m here. Who knows maybe I’ll come back to life some day.” Dean knew that voice well. He smiled as he felt warm gentle pressure on his lips like he was being kissed.

“Cas, I love you, man, and I miss you. I’m glad you’re here—even if I can’t see you, just hearing your voice makes me happy,” Dean slurred happily as a drunken smile came over his face. Cas took him to the hotel. Everyone looked in amazement as Dean floated down the street. The looks of confusion made Dean giggle drunkenly.

Dean awoke the next morning with a killer hangover. He convinced himself it was only a dream or a drunken illusion—even though Sam tried to tell him it was all real.
Dean would soon see how real it all was.

To Be Continued……

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@not-natural-moose-and-squirrel for help editing and helping me out with ideas. Sending lots of love.

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Hi everyone! So yes, I’m out of my writing hiatus (for now)! Someone requested a prompt that involved Zuko giving Katara a necklace, not knowing the full meaning behind it. I thought this was the perfect prompt I’ve received and whipped this bad boy up. I hope you guys like it!


It took him all night.

He didn’t realize it was morning until he finally looked up and saw that dawn was breaking. Zuko smiled to himself. Katara would love this, well at least he hoped she would. He looked down at the necklace and he marveled at his masterpiece. Zuko had only stabbed his hand at least a dozen times, but it was worth it. The necklace had a silk, sapphire ribbon. The pendant itself had a beautiful carving of a fire and water representation. Fire for his element, and water for hers. He was quite proud of the turnout, he even put a single diamond in the middle of the water and fire emblem. Zuko put the necklace into a small box and slipped it into his pocket. He would wait until tonight to give it to her at dinner.


The day went by slowly, he sparred with Katara for a little bit, and then they made afternoon love to each other, at least, while Sokka was out with Suki.

Night time fell, everyone was getting up from their seats after dinner, Zuko took Katara’s hand and led her to their rooms.

“Really? Again?” She teased, hunger twinkling in her eyes.

Zuko blushed and shook his head. He reached into his pocket, took out the box with the necklace inside, and handed it to her. Katara looked at it and smiled up at him.

“What’s this?”

“You’ll have to open it to find out.” He smiled back at her.

Katara took the box from his hand and opened it. Inside was the necklace. It was the most beautiful necklace she’d ever seen, it was even more beautiful than her grandmother’s betrothal necklace. Katara looked up at Zuko, excited. He just gave her her own betrothal necklace. She was going to be Zuko’s wife.

“Oh my god, Zuko.” She marveled at the necklace. “I thought you would want to wait a few years until this, but oh gods, this is amazing. It must have taken forever for you to make this.”

Zuko blushed.

“So, you like it?”

Katara looked at him as if he’d grown a third head.

“Of course! I love it. It’s the most beautiful betrothal necklace I have ever seen. I can’t wait to show it to Suk-”

Katara stopped when she looked up at Zuko, he was giving her a really confused look.

“Betrothal necklace?” He whispered. Katara blushed.

“Yes, this is a betrothal necklace.” She said softly.

“I-uh-I didn’t know that.” He mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I-er-didn’t know, that it was-uh-betrothal necklace.” Zuko scratched his neck and looked down at his feet.

“Oh.” Katara said. It was her turn to blush. “Well, okay. Um-do you want it back?”

Zuko’s head shot up and he shook his head vigorously.

“No, no, no. I want you to keep it.” He said frantically. Katara smiled at him sadly.

“So, you don’t want to marry me?” She whispered. Zuko looked at her like she had grown a third head now.

“Oh agni, no. I’ve wanted to marry you since we were in our early teens, Katara. I love you.” He pulled her towards him. He looked into her eyes, genuine love showing, and he kissed her.

“I want to marry you, oh agni, I’ve always wanted to be with you, ‘Tara.” He said as he pressed his forehead to hers. “I guess this was the best misunderstanding in my entire life.”

Katara giggled.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

With that, Zuko kissed her. Hard. He smiled against her mouth. This was probably the best day of his entire existence.