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The first time Nishinoya asked him out, Asahi’s insecurity made him question why somebody so optimistic would want somebody like him. Nishinoya decided to take this opportunity to help Asahi understand his reasons before he made his second attempt.

Asahi kept finding new notes long after they started dating and kept every single one as a reminder.

I’ll bet Amethyst is a super snuggly person. She’s always bumping Steven’s shoulder and leaning forward into Pearl’s space while she talks and grabbing Garnet’s leg and Peridot is treated to the full-body warmth of her hugs every time she comes by (unless she’s in a bad mood). She’s not as bad with Lapis, since Lapis isn’t a fan of sudden touches, but she’ll always ask her for high-fives and/or fist pumps.

The only person she doesn’t touch is Greg, outside of distant pats on the arm or helping him up if he falls. They weren’t always like that, but things just…. changed. Pearl and Garnet aren’t sure why.

Always You //  Ashton Irwin

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A/N: First, some warnings. 1) This was written in a delirious state at 1:30 am and an annoyed state in the day following 2) I have no idea, what I’ve done. It’s probably shit. I’m so sorry. 3) I think I’ve used “oddly” an “rather” more than I should have 4) I call Luke a bread stick…. Now that, that’s out of the way… Enjoy, I guess? I don’t know if it’s good enough, but I tried my best. I think it’s a little but different from the request, just a teeny bit. My best friend proof read this for me (thanks I would die without you). If there are more typos, then apologies. It’s not my best work. Anyway, have a great day/night! xx




The five of you had arrived at the venue two hours or so prior to the show. You had arrived at the hotel you were staying at a couple of hours ago, giving the boys just enough time to relax before their performance. You were now in the dressing room, playing FIFA.

You were squished in between Luke and Ashton on the couch while Calum and Michael sat at the foot of it. You and Michel were currently engrossed in a very intense match of FIFA. The two of you had your eyes glued to the screen, hands occupied by the controller.

“You’re never going to win Y/N. Just give up and save yourself the humiliation,” Michael taunted, controlling his player expertly.

You scowled at the back of his head, before turning your attention back to the screen, pressing buttons to guide your players. You’d played with the boys before. You weren’t half bad at the game. But you were yet to beat Michael- the dude was like the king of the game.

Both of you were fully devoted to the game, but with the press of buttons and experience from over the years, Michael had scored the winning goal.

“No!” You whined, tossing the controller on the floor as you cuddled into your best friend’s side. “I know you rigged the game.”

Your friends laughed at your antics. You grabbed a handful of pop corn and chucked them at Michael. Luke laughed, wrapping an arm around you. “Aww, don’t be such a sour loser.”

You playfully punched him in the torso before nuzzling closer into him, unaware of your boyfriend frowning on the other side of you.

Now Ashton’s never had a problem with your relationship and physical affection with the other boys. He didn’t mind the affection you showered them with. He didn’t mind the occasional hugs and cuddles you gave the boys when one of them had had a rough day. But recently, your physical interactions with Luke had bugged him more than it should. He felt oddly ignored and insecure during moments like these, when you chose to curl up into Luke rather than him. He shouldn’t feel this jealous, this angry. You were his girlfriend. Not Luke’s. You loved him. Not Luke… Right? You guys were just best friends… Right?

Your giggles at something Luke had said pulled him out of his reverie. Doubts were creeping into Ashton’s head, insecurities bubbling up. He got up, suddenly, causing you all to look up at him. He looked rather grim, the smile on his face a minute ago- not there.

“You alright, Ash?” You questioned, looking up at him.

He nodded distractedly, eyebrows furrowed as he looked around. Grabbing his hoodie, he headed to the door. “I’m going out for some fresh air. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Want me to come along?” You asked, siting up, peering at his disappearing figure.

“Uh, no. I’ll be alright. Stay with the guys if you want to.”

“Alright,” you answered, shrugging off his changed mood as pre-show nerves.

Half of him wanted to be left alone for a while, but the other half of him wanted you to come along. But as Ashton went out and stood at the door to put on his hoodie, he heard you laugh at a stupid joke Luke had cracked and he was off, biting his lips in sadness and frustration.


Ashton’s short walk had turned into a long one around the venue. He had stopped by to click some pictures with the fans that had found him and had lay in the soft grass for some while before finally deciding to return. He was in a slightly better mood. He was heading to the dressing room to get ready since soundcheck was only in a bit. Calum and Michael passed him as he walked towards the room asking him to “hurry the fuck up” and he sped up.

The door of the room was open a creak, light from the hallway slipping in too. As Ashton reached the room, he stopped when he heard voices. He peeked in through the sliver. He didn’t know what to feel as he saw you and Luke standing very, very close together before you moved away, smiling. With the seeds of doubt already planted in his head, he assumed the worst. Should he feel hurt? Angry? Both? He moved away from the door when tears pooled in his eyes but he wiped them before they could drip down his cheeks.

He slammed the door open, glaring at the two of you before yanking his hoodie off. He walked past the two of you, ignoring your questions as to where he had been. He pulled off his shirt and put on a slightly less warmer tank top.

You stepped closer to him, standing on your tip toes to give him a peck. Though right when your lips were about to touch his, he turned away and your puckered flesh met his cheeks. You frowned, confused. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he turned to Luke and rather hatefully spat out- “We’re getting late.” And then he was gone.

Through out the show Ashton had been very aggressive. He broke his drum once and his drumsticks twice. He also hadn’t conversed with the fans as much as he usually did. Every smile you’d sent his way through the side of the stage where you weren’t visible was returned with a scowl or a glare.

When the show and the meet and greet was over and the guys were heading to freshen up, you tried to block Ashton’s path. “Hey, whats wrong seriously?”

“Move Y/N. I’m really sweaty. I need a shower.” He said, not looking at you.

‘Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” you answered.

“Y/N…” He warned.

“What’s wrong?” You repeated adamantly.

Rather unexpectedly, Ashton burst out. “Y/N, I said move. Stop annoying the crap out of me.”

You stepped back, surprised by his outburst. His yell earned the two of you looks from the crew and the others. Ashton sighed, rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger. His voice cracked and came out raspy,”Let me just go, Y/N.”

Hearing the waver in voice, you immediately stepped aside, letting him pass. You looked at him as he weaved his way through the crowd of people backstage, wondering all the while what had gone wrong. What had you done? What had you done that you made him cry?


You guy were sitting in Calum’s room having dinner out of take out boxes when you were back from the venue, the work for the day done. Despite the conversations Luke, Calum and Michael made, an awkward silence hung in the room. Michael kept sneaking glances, eyes flitting between you and Ashton. Finally, curiosity got the better of him and he spoke up. “Alright, what’s wrong?”

Ashton looked up at him from his box.”What?”

“What?” Calum snickered tauntingly. “What as in why aren’t you both all over each other? You’re literally on top of each other after shows. I don’t know how you do it, he’s so fucking sweaty.”

“Well, I assumed she’d rather enjoy some time with other people,” Ashton sneered.

You turned to him, eyebrows drawing into a scowl. “What do you mean I’d en-”

“I’m going to bed,” he cut you off, shutting his box and placing it back on the table, food still unfinished. He got up to leave.

“No, you’re not,” you said. Your eyes followed his moments, as he shuffled around, grabbing his jacket, his phone and his room key. You got up from your seat as well “Ashton, stop being so fucking cryptic. Just spit it out!”

Ignoring you, yet again, he walked out slamming the door at your face. You gritted your teeth, eyes burning as tears filled your eyes this time.

“Uh… Did something happen between you two?” Luke asked.

You turned to him, glaring. “I don’t know, Luke. Does it look like something’s happened?” You hissed, sarcastically.

Luke cowered back, shooting you an apologetic look.

You sighed, muttering a sorry. You began to pace by the door, lips drawn between your teeth and panic flooding through your system.

“Did I do something wrong you guys?” You asked worriedly, running your hands through your. “Did I say something? Why is he so pissed off at me? Is he going to bre-”

“For the love of god, Y/N, can you please breathe for a minute?” Luke said, coming to stand beside you. He put his hands on your shoulders giving you a shake before he continued. “Go talk to him. That’s it.”

“If you haven’t noticed, he’s ignoring me.” You pointed out the obvious. “He won’t listen to me.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Then force him to talk. Listen, if he doesn’t talk to you we’ll talk to him.”

“Yeah,” Michael piped in. “And if that doesn’t work we’ll take you to a relationship therapist.”

Calum made a face at Michael, before turning to you. “We won’t because it won’t come to it. Just go talk to him. You’ve talked through your problems before.”

“Right. Yes, I can do this.” You repeated, sucking in a breath before letting it out.

Luke gave your shoulders a squeeze as you walked out towards the room you were supposed to share with Ashton. The door of the other room shut behind you.

You were oddly nervous. Sure, you had had your fair shares of arguments with him but he’d never been this mad at you. You’d never made him cry.

You knocked on the door of the room twice, eyes focused on the carpeted hallway. “Ashton? Open up, please.” You said, softly knowing that he was listening.

He didn’t reply. Neither did he come to unlock the door, despite all the moving you could hear him doing inside. “Ash, babe, please.”

Still nothing.

“You know I’m sharing a room with you any way, so you have to let me in anyway.”

You heard the lock turn, and his face popped into view. “Really? Because I thought you’d rather sleep with Luke.”

You frowned. “Why would I want to sleep with Luke?”

“I don’t know. You had no problem kissing him today.”

Your jaw went slack and a look of pure confusion overtook your face. “What the fuck are you on about? When did I kiss Luke?”

He was about to shut the door again, but you put your foot in between, wincing at the pressure. He was shutting you out again, quite literally as well as emotionally. You pushed on the door, slipping in and past him.

“No, we are talking about this.” You said, enunciating each word. You slammed the door behind you, crossing your hands in front of your chest.

“There’s nothing to-”

“Cut the shit Ashton!” You yelled, frustratedly. “You’re literally accusing me of cheating! That too with Luke! Your band mate!”

“Well didn’t you?” He screamed right back. His eyes had turned a shade darker, his jaw was gritted and hands clenched into fists.

“When the hell did you see me kissing him? Because I clearly don’t remember doing so, ever. So if you can jog my memory it would be really helpful.” You spat, moving inside.

Ashton followed you. “I saw you… And him. In the dressing room. You were standing so cl- close to him and you were smiling. And-”

You scoffed. “And you assumed I cheated on you with one of your best friends. That’s what you think of me, Ashton? That’s what you think of your girlfriend?”

“Why wouldn’t I, Y/N?” Ashton whimpered. When you looked up at him his orbs were filled with tears again. He plopped on the bed, dropping his head into his palms. “I mean you’re always so close with him. You’re always with him.”

“Ash-”

“No. Please, let me finish,” he sniffed, wiping the tears that had spilled. “You always choose to be with him. You choose to sit next to him even when I’m there. You choose to cuddle into him, you choose to joke around with him, you choose to make fun of him. Not me. You choose to talk to him when you’re upset. You choose to go have fun with him. Not me. It’s like you- It’s like you choose to love him. And not me. Not me.”

By now Ashton was sobbing, and tears were rolling down your cheeks too.

“But- I don’t blame you. You’ve known him your entire life. He’s talented- plays mean tunes on that guitar. he’s good looking. He’s charming. He’s everything I am not and more. Maybe I’m just not enough to deserve you. Maybe I’m not as good to deserve your love. Maybe I was stupid enough to try in the first place. Maybe I am not good enough.

You shook your head, sitting beside him, the mattress bending under your weight as you sat down. You reached out to grab his hand but he pulled away. So you scooted closer, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. “No. No. You listen to me, alright? Listen to me carefully, okay?”

You pressed your lips to the side of his forehead, holding his shaking body as close as you could. You moved your face closer to his ear. “I love you. I fucking love you. No, I didn’t kiss Luke. I can’t ever kiss anyone ever, but you. I will only ever want to kiss you. I only want to feel your lips against mine, okay? And I will never in a million years leave you, or stop loving you. And you deserve me. You probably deserve better than me. Not someone who doesn’t give you attention. But I’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I wouldn’t ever want to hurt you. I will always want to cuddle you, or laugh with you or have the time of my life with you. And I will be selfish, because although you deserve better, I want you all to myself.”

You grabbed his face in your palms, turning it towards you. You looked into his green eyes, red and glazed. “And I love you more than any thing in this whole damn world. I love you because you make feel more wanted than anyone ever has and ever could. I love you because you put the stars in my fucking sky. I love you because you look at me and all I see is love.”

You leaned your forehead against his. “I love you because you listen to me ramble about the most boring things.” You kissed his left cheek. “I love you because you laugh at all my bad jokes.” A peck on his right cheek. “I love you because you let me steal all your shirts and hoodies.” On his nose. “I love you because you let me play your drums and you play them better than anyone ever can. And I love that.” On the corner of his lips. “I love you because you hold me like we’r in our own world, like everything will always be okay.” On the other corner of his lips. “I love you because you’re Ashton Fletcher Irwin and I wouldn’t ever want to love anyone else.”

You pressed your lips against his softly. At first he didn’t move- the two of you felt everything, every crease, every torn skin of your lip brushing against the other’s. And then he turned his body to face you completely, a hand grabbing your waist while the other went into your hair. His eyes were closed, forehead still against yours ass he pushed you into the mattress. “You love me, right? Not Luke?”

“Not Luke, that dude looks like a fucking bread stick.” You smiled, fingers grazing his jaw, up and down. “Only you. Always you.”

Ashton giggled and then asked. “You never kissed him?”

You shook your head as much as you could in his grip. “Never had and never will. No one but you.”

He moved his face, lips brushing lightly against yours. “And you’ll always love me?”

“Always and forever.” You answered.

“You promise?” he asked.

You chuckled. “Yes, you adorable noob. Now shut up and kiss me.”

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currently working on a massive klance project, so here are some wips~ ♥

(if u can guess what this is, then ur incredible!~ ☆))

EDIT: i’m really sorry, but i won’t be finishing this project

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smartcookie727  asked:

Omg. If you need requests I am happy to ask. I always figured you were super busy. I absolutely love your language and the way you describe a scene. I can't put down anything of yours I've read. Ok. Praise done. Two ideas. Roll with what inspires you. Gajevy: breakfast in bed for pregnant Levy who has morning sickness/weird cravings and keeps sending the food Gajeel makes her back. OR Levy & Gajeel have to take care of Lily who has accidentally gotten drunk.

Your praise destroyed me. I needed a minute before writing. Hahahaha. Thank you so, so much!! I decided on the first one because it just seemed so cute???

;The Woes Of Pregnancy

Levy eased herself up off the cushion. No matter how she tried to settle, the nausea just wouldn’t let her relax. It was as though the very lining of her stomach had come unravelled and now sat in her throat, waiting to explode all over the clean bed sheets. She shivered at the thought.

‘All right,’ Gajeel’s voice was partially muted in the hallway. He appeared in the doorway a moment later, a tray laden with food balanced in one hand. ‘I brought every kind of sweet I could think of. I even asked Erza for help. If you don’t like these, it ain’t my fault. It’s hers.’

Levy let out a quiet laugh. Gajeel was doing his best to take care of her – actually, he was doing more than his best. He was exhausting her with his efforts. He treated her like glass with cracks along its base, just threatening to give way. Levy didn’t want to burden him. She wanted this – her pregnancy, the birth of their first child – to be a blessing. Not a curse. 

Gajeel set the tray down on the bed and sat beside it. ‘Does the smell do anything?’ he asked. ‘You feel sick? Woozy? Anything?’ 

Levy took a cautious breath. ‘No…not yet.’

Levy’s morning sickness had started late into her pregnancy. Late enough that her stomach was already swollen to an amount that said pregnant and not really loves her sweets. Though, both of those things were true. 

Placing a hand on her stomach, she opened her mouth and waited for the first bite of what would probably tip her over the edge. Gajeel slipped a finger-shaped cookie into her mouth. Coated in sugar, it spread a sweet taste through Levy’s body. Taking a bite out of it, she swallowed a small piece and waited for the inevitable to come. It didn’t.

Gajeel stared at her stomach, as though it might show signs of the outcome. Levy found herself laughing. His gaze snapped up to her own.

‘What’re you so happy about?’ he asked.

‘I just am,’ she said, tears trickling onto her cheeks. ‘I’m so happy, Gajeel.’

Gajeel reached over the tray to trail a hand across her cheek. ‘You’ve become a real crybaby, Levy,’ he said.

Levy pouted. ‘I can’t help it.’

‘Yeah, yeah. So how was it? Think you can eat another?’

‘Yeah!’ No. As soon as the word left her mouth a tide of nausea undulated through her body, crawling steadily, slowly, out of the pit of her stomach. She gripped the duvet in one fist, Gajeel’s arm with the other, and let out a heavy breath.

‘Don’t you dare!’ he warned. ‘If I have to change again today I’m revoking the rule on wearing clothes in the house.’

Levy couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled to the surface. ‘Stop making me laugh,’ she scolded. ‘I feel sick as it is.’

When the nausea seemed to pass, Levy drew in a long breath and held it, too afraid to let it out. 

‘You have to eat something,’ Gajeel muttered. ‘I’ll get Lily to bring something over. What do you want?’

Levy shook her head. ‘No more running around,’ she said.

‘Huh?’

‘Lay here with me,’ she said. ‘Please. Just for a little while.’

Gajeel let out a long sigh. ‘You gotta eat afterwards, got it?’

Levy nodded. ‘Promise!’

Gajeel moved the tray onto the bedside table and quickly crawled into bed beside her. Levy nuzzled against his side, feeling comforted by his presence.

‘It’s really weird that your cravings are all over the place,’ he said. ‘I mean, you crave something and enjoy it, and then the same thing makes you sick. It’s like your stomach’s playing tug of war with what you eat.’

Levy’s lips twitched up into a smile. ‘Yeah…it’s certainly strange.’ She glanced up at her husband and slid her arm across his chest. ‘Well, I guess we’ll find out tomorrow, when Wendy comes for a visit.’

As it turned out, Levy’s stomach was playing a game of tug of war with her cravings. Or, rather, the troublesome twins inside her womb were. 

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I blame the anon who roams around to tell to watch Brave Police J-Decker and I did… Look what I did ww

I’m already so tired, arriving at home from school but I have the urge to draw him first before going back to rest and watch this series again

jordanalane  asked:

You're OTP at Hogwarts.

O___O aaaaah…

You want me to write my thoughts on it or to write a short story (YEAH RIGHT, SHORT! AS IF THAT WERE POSSIBLE!) of it?

Because… I guess I’ll do both! :D

Naturally Azula will be Slytherin, that can’t even be questioned. Sokka is a smart guy… though a brave guy too. Gryffindor or Ravenclaw? Weeeeeell, for the sake of opposites and for fueling their rivalry… I guess we’ll have him in Gryffindor xD

Surely they’re both top of the class and houses, because Azula is a prodigy and Sokka is a very talented student, as proven by canon. Azula’s favorite subject… either Transfigurations or Potions. I’m pretty sure she’d have fun transfigurating things when nobody’s watching just for the sake of creating a little chaos xD and she enjoys concocting plots… why not potions? xD Sokka would like Defense Against the Dark Arts, surely.

And the finishing touch… they’d both play quidditch, surely. Azula gets to be Slytherin’s main chaser, while Sokka is Gryffindor’s beater. She keeps evading his bludgers and Sokka gets increasingly frustrated by that xD yet in turn he’ll probably manage to frustrate plenty of her attempts at scoring with the help of his team mates. Once they’re more advanced they could both be team captains and then we get all that crazy tension pouring out in that ‘friendly’ handshake before the game begins…

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“I expect a fair game, from both teams. Am I clear?" 

The handshake was firm, their gazes colliding as they missed out on the words from the referee, Master Piandao. Gold clashing against azure, her green robes contrasting with his red tunic… determination poured out of both of them. They refused to let the other win. They would claw their way into triumph, no matter the cost… because in the game between them, neither could accept losing.

It had been that way ever since Azula had entered Hogwarts, so many years ago, and landed herself in Slytherin. Sokka was friends with her older brother, Zuko, who was the bane of the family for winding up in House Gryffindor. Azula had come to gloat the day after her Sorting at the Gryffindor table, and Sokka had lashed out to help his friend immediately. Surprised by this boy’s quick defense of her brother, Azula had grown uneasy regarding Sokka at first, but it took her no time to decide he was simply another great target to tease and mock.

It had always been fun to deal with the Gryffindor peasant, as she liked to refer to him. Mostly because he would always have an answer for everything she dared say to him, and that amused Azula. She wanted to know how far could she take him until he couldn’t help but snap…

They were two years apart in school, but the age difference barely mattered when Azula always acted as though she were much older than she really was. The young Slytherin had also taken upon learning as much magic as she could, looking up complicated spells in books that she was certain nobody else her age  could conjure.

One time she had been meaning to reach out for a book in the Library… and he happened to reach for it at the same time. Naturally, an argument had ensued over who had reached for it first, who needed it more, who wasn’t an advanced enough witch to read that, who wasn’t a competent enough wizard to understand it…

In the end, the argument had escalated to the point of both of them being sent to detention upon being caught on the verge of casting spells at one another. Sokka hadn’t cared at all about earning himself a detention, Gryffindors happened to land themselves into trouble at all times, but Azula was downright horrified. And what horrified her most was the fact that the detention had been comprised by helping out Professor June, of Care for Magical Creatures, in sorting out the food to feed the animals. And the sorts of food they ate was even worse than the creatures, or so it seemed to Azula.

Sokka had been rather amused by watching her struggle with the worms destined to be eaten by the jobberknolls, but aftewards he decided, and he made it clear it was against his better judgment, to take upon that task himself. He had left her with the responsibility of cutting up the lettuce for the flobberworms while he dealt with the more disgusting meals, that included dead rats and small birds for some of the larger creatures.

Such display of kindness from him had baffled her. She had spent her first two years in Hogwarts pestering him non-stop… and yet he had decided to spare her from an unpleasant task and taken upon it himself. Why? She couldn’t understand it. Was it just because she was his friend’s sister? Maybe that was it… but she doubted it. Being Zuko’s sister hadn’t made him nicer to her before this incident…

They became a bit more cordial after this, but mostly because now Azula was simply curious towards Sokka. He hadn’t changed in the slightest, he remained the same foolish Gryffindor she had enjoyed irritating so much… and yet she couldn’t get that simple act of kindness out of her mind. Were all Gryffindors like him? Or was it just… him?

On her third year, she concluded it was just him. If all other Gryffindors were as interesting as he was, girls would flock towards them too, wouldn’t they? It had began with that Ravenclaw, Yue… upon seeing them holding hands the first time, Azula’s stomach sank even though she barely understood why. He was a dumb peasant, a fool whose spells kept backfiring on him, her brother’s moron friend… what did it matter to her if he dated someone or not?

Upon that, she had began pestering him again, to Sokka’s slight confusion. They had been getting along quite well for a while, and yet there she was, barging into the middle of what should have been his private picnic with Yue to tell him this was her area of the Lake and that they should scram. Sokka had been confused at first, and willing to oppose Azula, yet Yue had told him not to worry, that they could go enjoy their picnic elsewhere. Sokka had smiled at her, being the goof in love he was, and done as she wished, to Azula’s chagrin.

On a visit to Hogsmeade, she had barged into Madam Puddifoot’s along with her two Slytherin friends, Mai and Toph (the latter was only a First Year, but she and Azula had bonded quite quickly upon realizing they were both quite talented in magic and also in irritating other people), to discover the shop was full… hence she had asked her dear friend Sokka if perhaps he minded they sat with them. Sokka had been horrified, but Yue had accepted the company with a smile. Sokka had dragged Azula out of the shop a moment later, asking her what was she trying to pull. Azula had found herself unable to answer with anything but a smile, at which Sokka had been rather confused. Since when did Azula smile at him? Her gesture had frozen him cold, and Azula had entered the shop again. She had told her friends that perhaps they would do better in another store, and the three of them had walked off again. And now Sokka was VERY confused.

Sokka’s question had actually gotten the engines in Azula’s mind moving. What was she doing? Why did she care so much about whom he dated? She felt so foolish afterwards that she had began avoiding Sokka, to keep him from asking any questions about her intentions towards him ever again. Because she didn’t know what she wanted from him, and she sure as hell didn’t think she was ready to find out.

His relationship with Yue hadn’t lasted long, though. The girl had been transferred out to Beauxbatons on her sixth year, and Sokka had been left behind, moping over breaking up with her… but to Azula’s irritation, Sokka’s depression had subsided quite quickly when he had found himself his next girlfriend, that lame Hufflepuff girl who had always been friends with Sokka and Zuko. Now, Azula could understand that Sokka might be attracted to Yue… but this girl, Suki? Was his taste really that bad?

Well, if it was, then all the more reason she should have nothing to do with him.

Sokka had been quite surprised when Zuko arrived to the common room one day, looking slightly disturbed. Sokka had asked him about what bothered him… and Zuko had revealed, to Sokka’s utter shock, that Azula had gotten involved with one of her Slytherin seniors, Jet. Zuko could hardly understand how his sister had found herself a boyfriend… Sokka could hardly understand why suddenly he felt like punching that cocky guy on the face. He had never gotten along with Jet, but to think he was with Azula, of all people… It wasn’t as though he cared much about her, because he didn’t! But… but she was his friend’s younger sister. And he knew Jet was no good for her.

Azula had raised an inquisitive eyebrow when Sokka had asked her for a word. She had told him she had final exams to worry about, yet he had insisted he needed to talk.

"He isn’t good news, Azula!” Sokka had insisted, and Azula had just shaken her head in utter disbelief.

“And what should it matter to you if I date someone who ‘isn’t good news’?” Azula asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well… it shouldn’t have mattered to you either back then” Sokka had replied, lowering his gaze.

Azula had felt the color rushing to her face, and she had clenched her fists. He had no business saying that… he had no right…

“Look… I get that you had been looking out for me like you would for Zuko” Sokka had continued “So let me look out for you as I would with Katara: that guy is just no good for you, Azula”

Azula’s blush had vanished as she looked at him in utter disbelief.

“Looking out for you as if you were…? As if I saw you as a brother?” Azula asked, with a dangerous smirk.

“W-well… yeah?” said Sokka, surprised by the sudden change on her demeanor.

“So… you see me as if I were your dear little sister?” Azula asked next, folding her arms over her chest.

“N-not exactly” Sokka had muttered. This wasn’t going half as well as he hoped… oh, this girl was going to curse him any time now, he knew it, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d done it… “That’s… that’s beside the point, you know? I’m just trying to keep you from making a mistake that will ruin your life forever!”

“Ah… too bad you and I never agree on anything, though” said Azula, approaching him as her voice tone changed unexpectedly.

“Wha-…?” Sokka had muttered.

“You see… if you want to keep me from making a regrettable mistake, then I’ll feel far more willing to make it” Azula muttered, standing only inches from him.

Suddenly Sokka was too aware of the fact that this girl in front of him was Azula. Suddenly he was too aware of the fact that, aside from being Zuko’s sister, she was a girl… Suddenly he was too aware of the fact that she was far prettier than he had ever realized. It was because of that malice, those wicked smirks that always warned him that she was up to no good, that he had never quite taken her beauty into account…

And as those thoughts scrolled through his mind, her hand had darted up to his tie and she had pulled him down to her, joining her lips with his.

Sokka’s hands had gone to her shoulders instinctively, in order to push her away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It took him a moment to register the fact that he was kissing her back quite enthusiastically, kissing that very girl who had always annoyed him, the one who would call him names and who had too fun a time by transforming the cover and back of his books into wings. The books would fly away from him and he would be left screaming in despair, wondering how was he supposed to return that to the Library now while she laughed at his misery…

That very mischievous girl was here now, still pulling his tie as she put her everything into that kiss. And he couldn’t push her away. He wouldn’t. His fingers dug into her arms now, and he brought her closer as he kissed her back more passionately than he would have expected from himself.

Azula found herself wishing she could have cast a spell that enabled them to keep kissing despite lacking air… but if such a thing existed, she hadn’t learned it. They had pulled away after a while, panting and looking at each other in utter disbelief. They were both involved with someone else at the moment… they shouldn’t have done this! And yet…

Zuko had barged into the common room two days later, now looking relieved. Sokka had hardly looked up from the book he was reading upon his friend’s arrival. He truly wasn’t reading, though. All he could do was relive that kiss in his mind, that forbidden kiss, that wrong kiss that had felt so right…

“She broke up with him” Zuko had declared, dropping on the couch next to Sokka. Sokka jumped at that.

“W-wha…? Who broke up with who?” Sokka asked, trying not to look too eager at the bit of news Zuko had brought him.

“Azula with Jet” said Zuko, smiling “I think she had just gotten with him to annoy me, she’s got to know I hate the guy… but it surprises me she broke up with him so fast. Here I thought she would be willing to marry him just to spite me…”

Sokka felt like a fool for having been so eager to hear about Azula breaking up with Jet. It shouldn’t concern him… it shouldn’t! But nothing was the same after that kiss… nothing could remain the same. And he was well aware of that.

Azula was a Quidditch prodigy, or so had said Master Piandao when he had first watched her flying on a broomstick. Thus, nobody had been too surprised when Azula had been given the position of Team Captain on her fifth year. Most her team was comprised by boys taller and burlier than she was, and yet she ruled them with an iron fist. They admired her, and they also feared her. And that pleased her.

Training for the Slytherin Quidditch Team had begun quite early in the school year, as their new Captain had wanted it. Azula would often train her teammates until it seemed they were about to pass out of exhaustion. This time, though, they had been dismissed early because of a storm that had begun pouring when they were still flying. Training in those conditions when it was already getting late seemed a bad idea to Azula. She didn’t want anyone in her team catching a cold that would render them unable to continue training properly, or worse, to miss out on an official match.

Yet she would always stay behind in the dressing rooms after every training session, and today’s rain wouldn’t make that any different. She was rather busy trying to figure out strategies for their first game of the year… their game against Gryffindor, the team Sokka led.

The sole thought made her stomach flutter. She hadn’t talked to him ever since they had kissed, and she had only seen him in passing a few times after returning to Hogwarts. He was supposed to graduate this year… The idea shouldn’t bother her in the slightest, she would be better off as far from him as she could be. She had broken things off with Jet… but for all she knew, Sokka was still dating his dumb Hufflepuff girl. And if he could still date her after the kiss they had shared…

Ugh, thinking about that just made her sick to her stomach. Of course he could date her, she had been the one who had kissed him foolishly, who had broken up with Jet because she had thought maybe he would follow her lead… but he had absolutely no obligation to do what she had. Especially not if he just saw her as a younger sibling… again, the idea made her want to vomit. How could he see her as a sister? Did his sister despise him as much as she did…?

The door to the dressing room opened with a creak, to her surprise. The sound of the rain pellets plummeting down was all she heard before she lifted her head to see if perhaps one of her teammates was returning to pick up something he had forgotten…

Never had she expected to find the Captain of the very Team she had been planning to defeat.

“I… I was told I’d find you here…” Sokka muttered, breathing heavily. It would seem he had come down to the dressing room in a full sprint.

Azula looked at him in surprise before rolling close the parchment she had been developing her plans on. She stood up from the desk she had been sitting at in order to glare at Sokka threateningly.

“My, my… if it isn’t the Gryffindor Captain barging into the room to discover what strategies Slytherin’s Captain had developed to defeat his lousy team. And then they say we’re the cheaters…”

“Wha-…? I didn’t come here to steal your strategies!” said Sokka, looking at her in disbelief. His hair was dripping wet.

“No? Then why are you here?” Azula asked, frowning “Shouldn’t you be wasting your life away with your petty girlfriend?”

Sokka found himself lowering his gaze as he chuckled, amused by her response. Why hadn’t he realized what that behavior of hers meant until they had kissed? She had begun pestering him again right when he had gotten himself a girlfriend the first time… and she had turned extremely hostile towards Suki when he had started dating her. It all made sense… and he had been too stupid to see it. No wonder he wasn’t in Ravenclaw…

“I don’t have a petty girlfriend anymore, Azula” Sokka muttered.

Azula’s eyes widened as she looked at him in astonishment. He didn’t…? Then… things were over between him and Suki?

“And I actually haven’t had one for months now” said Sokka “We broke up before last year’s End-of-Term Feast, even”

“How…? But…” Azula looked at him in astonishment.

“How did you not know?” Sokka asked, amused “I think you and your brother need to communicate more. He’s well aware of it”

“B-but… why?” Azula asked “How, all of sudden, now… why did you…? Why do you think this would matter to me at all?”

“Well, I…” said Sokka, being the startled one now “I just… I figured…”

“You figured I… I would want to be part of your set, is it?” Azula asked, raising her eyebrows “You’ve got Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff down, so now you’re out for the Slytherin?”

“That’s not… no!” said Sokka, surprised “Why would I do something like that?! You think I’m collecting girls?!”

“I have no reason to think otherwise” said Azula, shrugging “After all, you did say you were looking out for me as you would for a sister…”

“I… I said something stupid” Sokka muttered “That was… that was the wrong way to put it”

“Oh, was it, now?” Azula asked, glaring at him.

“I didn’t really understand what I felt until… until I looked into your eyes, I think” Sokka said, looking at her earnestly “I thought I was just worried about you as I would be over Katara, if she were to date a guy I don’t approve of… but if she finds herself a good guy, I’d be fine with her relationship. But… but with you, I just…”

“What?” Azula asked, her heart thumping in her chest as she waited for him to finish exposing his thoughts.

“With you, I don’t think I’d be fine with any relationship you’re in” Sokka muttered, his cheeks reddening slightly “E-even if the guy you choose is great, I… I would want to bash his skull inwards with my bat just because he’s with you and I’m not”

Azula’s eyes widened at that. How had this come to pass…? How was this soaking wet Gryffindor confessing he liked her when she had thought there was no hope for them? How…?

“I… I want to be with you, Azula” Sokka muttered, looking at her again.

“Oh…?” Azula said, gripping her scroll a little tighter than she should. Her nails dug into the paper and she was sure she was ripping it up, but she barely cared right now “Well, I think… I think it won’t work out well for you to bash your own skull inwards with your bat…”

“What…?” Sokka said, blinking a few times in disbelief.

“You did say you wouldn’t be fine with any relationship I had, doesn’t that include a potential relationship with you?” Azula asked, shrugging carelessly.

Sokka looked at her in disbelief. He had just poured his heart out to her, and this was her response?! Well, he should have seen it coming… clearly, she was just covering up for insecurities. And he could accept that, despite wishing he could take her into his arms right now to kiss her again. If she needed time to consider getting involved with him, he had no say upon the matter…

“R-right…” Sokka said, smiling “Does sound like a bad idea to do that to myself. So… yeah. I guess… that’s that, then”

Azula was surprised when he backed down without a fight. What had happened to the Gryffindor boy who would always have a response to everything she dared throw his way? But she could see the hurt in his gaze… she could see he was stepping back because he didn’t want to cross any boundaries that existed in their relationship. He thought she didn’t want him anymore… he thought he was too late.

But he wasn’t.

“I’ll see you around, then” said Sokka, turning to leave. Oh, how foolish he felt right now… he really had messed everything up. If only he had understood what Azula meant to him sooner…

… but her hand reached out and gripped the back of his damp tunic. Sokka turned around in surprise to find Azula looking at him in despair. 

“Azula…?” he muttered, as she stepped towards him, dropping her parchment in the process.

“I… I just…” she whispered, not knowing how to word what she wanted to say. The feelings were there, the urge was there as well… so why couldn’t she just tell him what she wanted to say? Why couldn’t she tell him she had been in love with him ever since he had showed her the kindness nobody else ever had? Why couldn’t she tell him she didn’t want him to leave? Why couldn’t she just…?

Sokka could see through her, though. Those blue eyes of his had always been able to look straight into her soul… and he could see what she was concealing beneath the surface. He knew she wanted him… he had known so for long enough now. And he wanted her too.

So what was he wasting time for?

He surrounded her waist with his arms and leaned down, pulling her close as he kissed her for the second time.

Azula felt herself melt in his arms, guessing that maybe he was a little more clever than she had ever given him credit for… thank goodness he had been able to understand what she had been incapable of saying.

Her arms went around his neck as she kissed him back fiercely, still trying to get her feelings across without saying a single word. And to her amazement, he understood it all. It almost seemed as though they were talking in a language that only they knew how to speak…

From that day forth, they began sneaking off to meet each other whenever they found an opportunity. Yet every stolen kiss, every caress, every flirty smile, was a secret. Nobody knew they were involved. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin, together? When was the last time such a combination had been seen in Hogwarts? Azula was bound to become the subject of all trash-talk amongst her fellow Slytherin, given that she would choose a Gryffindor over one of their own, and Sokka would likely go through the same thing. Worse yet, he would have to deal with Zuko and with Katara, who had been Azula’s Gryffindor nemesis ever since they had first met…

… and all of this, for some reason, simply served for them to wish to show everyone what the true nature of their relationship was. But they hadn’t found the right moment. They hadn’t found the right place…

So as he looked at her, their hands linked, their eyes clashing in that battle of blue and gold, Sokka knew they only had this one chance. The entire school had its eyes upon them both right now… This was the right moment, the right place. And this way, nobody would have to lose on the long run. This way, no matter what the outcome of the match was, he was sure he would feel like a winner because this girl was his. And he was hers. What did they have to fear so long as they were together?

“Uh… the match is set to begin right now, you two” said Piandao, frowning. That had been a very long handshake, even for the standard handshakes between the most vicious Gryffindor-Slytherin rivals…

Sokka’s eyes flickered towards the man for an instant before making up his mind over what he’d do now. A hint of confusion passed by Azula’s own eyes just a second after Sokka pulled her to him, releasing her hand in order to take her into his arms as he dropped his broomstick.

It was almost by force of instinct that she lifted her head towards him… and thus she stood paralyzed for a moment as she registered that he was kissing her in front of the entire school.

Piandao’s eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. Well… that was something he definitely hadn’t seen before between the most vicious Gryffindor-Slytherin rivals…

Azula couldn’t help but smile for a moment before deepening the kiss, pulling Sokka down by his tunic in order to show she wasn’t backing down, not when it came to Quidditch, and especially not when it came to him.

And naturally, the crowd roared just a moment later. A Gryffindor and a Slythering making out in the middle of the Quidditch pitch… This was definitely going to be the subject of gossip in Hogwarts for the rest of the year.

“What the… w-what the…?” Zuko mumbled on the Gryffindor stands, unable to give credit to his eyes.

“He’s not actually… Oh, Merlin’s beard, I’m going to kill him” said Katara, averting her gaze. How could her brother be kissing THAT girl, out of all of the girls there were in Hogwarts…?

Azula dropped her own broomstick as well, cupping Sokka’s face with her now free hand. Sokka could hardly believe what they were doing, even when he was the one who had started the kiss… but he wasn’t oblivious to the scandal that was currently unleashed in the stands. Still, all he could do was smile as he continued kissing Azula, much as he had that very first time when he had done so until his lungs were screaming for air.

“Uh… the match… the match!” Piandao exclaimed, at which Sokka flinched.

He parted from Azula, unable to keep from smiling as she panted, opening her eyes to look at him in disbelief.

“I don’t think I told you I had an idea for how to let everyone know…” he said, between chuckles.

Azula couldn’t keep from laughing as well, yet she pushed him away with a smile before leaning down to pick up her broomstick. Sokka simply beamed at her before imitating her actions and heading towards his teammates, his broom and bat in his hands.

Azula’s Team looked at her in utter shock, as though that were the most absurd scene they had ever witnessed. Yet Azula wouldn’t quit smiling. She couldn’t quit smiling. And neither could Sokka, upon reaching his teammates who looked at him all the same as the Slytherin were staring at their team captain. Ironically, who knew Slytherins and Gryffindors could be so similar? Just now the only difference between them was the color of their robes.

“Uh… well, very well… let’s begin” said Piandao, clearing his throat and opening the chest where the balls were held.

Azula’s eyes still didn’t leave Sokka’s, even when the game was about to begin. Perhaps they had just showed the entire school they were together, and the outcome of this particular game wouldn’t be of the same importance as that big revelation… but it still mattered to her. It still mattered to him. And precisely because their feelings for each other were as strong as they were, because the outcome of this game wouldn’t change their relationship at all, they would jump headfirst into this game with all their might.

They exchanged one last smirk with a hint of determination just before Piandao tossed the Quaffle into the air…

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