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[stillthekey]

When Aang slips his hand into Zuko’s, it feels like flying.

Zuko has never been good with words. He’s not a poet and he’s not a hero. He’s just trying to do the best thing for the world and even now he’s still trying to reclaim his ‘honor’ only the path to something like that has changed so drastically that he’s no longer really sure what honor means anymore, anyway.

But he thinks maybe Aang knows.

And so if he doesn’t pull away from the younger boy and if he lets Aang wrap thin (but still so impossibly muscular for a twelve year old) arms around his neck, it’s only because he’s hoping that Aang will show him the right way to go.

Zuko does not allow the boy to do these things because Zuko is in love with him.

(but sometimes zuko kisses aang’s arrows and prays that aang never leaves)








She doesn’t say that she loves him, because it would be a lie.

Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd loves herself and no one else.

But that doesn’t stop her from shivering when he trails a hand down her spine. And that doesn’t keep her from smiling when he kisses her cheeks and the faint blush on his cheeks spreads all the way to his ears. It isn’t enough to stop her from laughing when he takes her hand in his and spins her around and around until she feels like a princess dancing across the clouds.

Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd loves herself.

She does not say that she loves him.

But Harold knows.







“I slept with him, y’know.” Lilith twirls a pencil around her nimble fingers, while Nina looks distractedly at the music notes in front of her. She hides behind her veil of red hair and says nothing.

“It was pretty good, too. I mean, I don’t have alot of experience, but I still know the fucking difference.” Lilith puts the pencil down and stares directly at Nina. “You wanna know how it happened?”

Nina’s hands brush against the tops of the keys, but she does not say a word.

“Well mom thought it’d be a fucking smart idea to invite Kaylynn to some stupid family dinner thing, whatever.” Lilith glares, but doesn’t get into it. It’s complicated. “And Kaylynn, the stupid bitch, brings Don along. What an idiot, right? So the dinner’s a disaster and Mom and Dad are yelling, Kaylynn’s crying, Angela is useless and I lead ol’ Donnie up to my room and shit happens.” Lilith winks as Nina runs the notes through her head one more time.

“What a creep, right? He’s about your age, y’know? Fucking twenty-something. And he sleeps with me anyway. Didn’t ask my age or anything. Idiot.” Lilith laughs, but Nina doesn’t miss the way her voice catches just a little. “Sick bastard, sleeping with teen girls and liking it. I was just trying to get off, but he’s still a goddamn freak. Gawds.”

Nina is silent.

Lilith stares at her. Just stares, while her insides rage.

“He didn’t even say your name, Nina.” Lilith says with as much venom as she can muster.

Nina’s head jerks around to stare straight at Lilith, her eyes wild.

“You are such a dumb twit.” Nina says as she rises to her feet and cowers over Lilith. Nina pushes her back against the piano keys, while grabbing a hold of a fistful of Lilith’s hair and placing the other hand against Lilith’s pale neck. Lilith let’s out a whimper as she licks her lips. Nina smiles as she leans closer, her lips resting at the place where Lilith’s neck and jaw collide.

“Darren Dreamer is never going to sleep with you.” Nina whispers. No malice. Just simple fact.

Lilith breaks completely.







Sally couldn’t say it was completely unexpected, but she still isn’t quite sure how it got to this point. There were plenty of clues, sure. Sonic was priority one after all, even though they’d all assumed it was because he was, y’know, a threat. And Sonic tormented Robotnik like it was nobodies business. He even had that snarky nickname for him - Ro-butt-nik. Clever, or as clever as Sonic got anyway.

So Sally wasn’t half as surprised as she ought to have been. She was a pretty smart ground-squirrel after all.

But that didn’t meant that she didn’t get a little nauseous every time she accidentally walked in on one of their hedgehog-human snogging fests.

Ick.







Darren Dreamer spends his days painting black on brown and trying not to think about anything at all. He sighs softly with each downward stroke of the brush and she has never seen anything so beautiful in all her life. She imagines what it would feel like to have one of those soft, painter’s hands trail down her spine. She flushes at the thought.

She doesn’t ask for anything at all.

But one tiny day she walks into the studio to find red on green and suddenly everything inside of her bursts into bloom. She’s alive. She’s so goddamn alive.

Then she walks into the kitchen to find Nina’s legs wrapped around Darren’s hips.

Lilith runs out of the house.

And she doesn’t look back.




a/n: Can be ignored if you already read your drabble in the comments. I just wanted to collect them all in one place.

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