The moment Cassian opened the door, the kid’s head snapped up. Frightful hazel green eyes locked onto his. He could almost see the gears working in the kid’s head, to see if it’d be better to stay seated, or to once again try to make a run for it. “You know,” Cassian said, taking off his coat and putting it on the back of the chair. “You could run, if you want, and I won’t stop you. But then you’re not going to be able to eat any of the really good food I have waiting for us at home.”
The boy’s brows lowered.
“We made spaghetti,” he continued, plopping down into the chair, “and if it doesn’t get eaten then Azriel’s boys are going to pig out and eat all of it and then there’s going to be nothing left for you when you decide to change your mind and come with me. But hey, if you wanna sleep outside, I’m not gonna stop you, and neither is Az. Though I think your tiny toes might fall off.”
Instinctively, the kid pulled his legs closer. “Yeah,” Cassian said. “Sucks doesn’t it. Imagine trying to run away without those.” He crossed his ankles. “Fall flat right on your face. Come with me, get a meal and maybe a bath and sleep in a bed for a night or two, and maybe you’ll live to run away. Maybe next tuesday? I bet your toes will be safe by then.”
Just thinking of Bakugou smearing my lipstick with his thumb even though it’s going to piss me off cause I just put it on and “shits expensive” and he’ll chuckle before pressing his digit onto my tongue. Watching me immediately suck and swirl around his thumb.
And when I see his smug ass face I’ll start to bite and he’ll laugh and lean in real close, pulling me by my bottom jaw with his thumb still pressed firm onto my tongue and his fingers curled under my chin.
Zuko knew that he couldn’t be selfish. The chaos in the fire court, the inevitable uprisings, and the other nations that will demand reparations; those were what awaited him when he sits on the throne. A constant battle to prove his capability to lead, to prove his worth. He couldn’t pull her into it, no matter how much he wanted her.Â
A quick sketch bc Peace by Taylor Swift is stuck in my head.
what a beautiful day to think of dante basco’s headcanon that zuko fell in love with katara but buried it for the sake of duty and mae whitman’s headcanon that katara fell in love with zuko but only realized it when it was too late
