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kurooandkenmasslut · 1 year

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TENGEN UZUI X WIVES X PREGNANT!READER !!

Cake!

Notes: s/n means 'sons name'

"Don't you dare move a muscle (name)!" Tengen, your husband called. He has been keeping his eyes on you for the past 8 months, especially since you were expecting in a few days. You didn't cook like you always did with hinatsuru, your co-wife, and cooking for others seemed like it was her and your kinda thing.

Hinatsuru told you to lay down and not to stand to hurt your 'poor legs.'

"Hina, what are you making for dinner? Im kinda cravin- argh-" "(name), are you okay?" "(NAME)!" your co-wife called you in alarm, suma, asking if you were okay, even though it was painfully obvious that you were indeed not okay since your hand was gripping on tightly onto the couch and sweat dripping down your temple.

"I'll call tengen! TENGEN!!!" suma screamed, but then got hit on the head by your co-wife, makio, and told her to stop yelling and to just go get him. Tengen, his presence known as the 'Sound Hashira/Pillar' had heard your grunt of pain from a mile away and has been running down the stairs quickly.

"U-uhm guys? I-I think.." you stammered. It was happening. You were gonna give birth to you, tengen and your wives baby. Tengen put his arms under your legs and his other arm on your back. "Girls, I have to take her to the butterfly estate, quickly." He said, his voice wavering in slight worry for what your about to go through. He sent his flashy, fast, and serious crow to the butterfly estate, notifying his presence. He was deadly fast, almost flying to the estate.

"Tengen!" You groaned. "Yes yes I know my dear, we're almost there, just a minute and then we'll be there!" He said, his legs moving faster than he's ever did before. He stayed true to his word because you two did arrive less then a minute later, the doors slammed open, shinobu's lavender eyes searching for something, and that something is you and tengen. As soon as she saw you, she called the other nurses working there and they rushed into the room they prepared for you. The pain was bad, you were groaning non stop, and tengen hated seeing you in pain. He'd do anything to spare you some pain.

He bit his lip nervously, they took you out of his arms and laid you down onto the bed. You clutched tengens hand tightly, slightly prepared for what's about to happen.

"Just a few more pushes (name)!" Shinobu said, it was so overwhelming for you. You yelled, screamed out in pain. "Push (name)! You can do it!" "You can do it honey! Just keep going!" All the yelling stopped and for a second, it was quiet. But the silence ended with a baby crying loudly. You groaned out in relief.

"It's a... boy!" Shinobu announced, everyone cheered in the room while you mentally cheered, too exhausted to even speak, nevermind a cheer. "I'll go wash him now and give you some time alone." She said, smiling eith her eyes closed. You two nodded before all the nurses left the room, one asking if you needed anything just to call.

You were exhausted, but you opened your eyes again and looked at tengen, his face showed love. His eyes glimmered with tears, his mouth pointing upwards showing his gorgeous white teeth. His thumb gliding over your knuckles softly. His fuchsia eyes looking- no, admiring your face. He took his other hand and wiped away your tears.

"You did amazing, my love." He mumbled, which made you have a silly smile on your face. Shinobu came back with your baby washed, him sleeping soundly. You softly gasped at the small baby, although you never seen him until now, you've always loved him. And your sure you and tengen and your co wives do too.

Talking about them, someone knocked on the door three heads popping out of the door once tengen said that they could come in.

"(Name)!!!!" Suma cried, your sure she cried more tears then you did. Makio slapped her arm and she yelped and ran to tengen. Hinatsuru calmly walked over to you and sat on the edge of the bed, her violet eyes filling with tears once she saw him. The sight of you in a hospital gown (don't ask me how you got in it) and the newborn in your arms just made her tear up. Suma and Makio walked over to you and also took in the sight. Suma tried to hold in her cries while makio teared up. Suma laid down next to you cuddling to your side.

"Tengen." "Yes my dear? Do you need anything?" Tengen got up, ready to go out and ask the nurse to whatever you wished.

"Do you wanna hold him first?" That question shocked him, it made his legs weak. He nodded firmly before taking his trembling legs and over to you where you were lying. Your wives had moved out of the way, watching the most important moment of their lives happening before them. Tengen reached his arms out, and you placed your son into his arms. He brought him over more closer to him.

"Hey little guy.." He cooed. "So this is the little troublemaker that has been making my wife distressed huh?" He scolded in a whisper way. He looked up at his wives, they already knowing what they mean. Hinatsuru was first, he placed him into her arms, and he started waking up.

"Hes got your eyes, tengen." Hinatsuru mumbled and Tengen grinned. "Well of course, he's my boy after all." he bragged and you laughed. Tengen looked over at you. Suma was next, and she cooed and cooed over him. "Awhhh!! Just look how big and adorable his eyes look! Kyaa!!" She squealed. And last but not least, was makio. He started playing with her fingers. Suma was beside her and looking closely at his face. Big mistake. He then poked her eye with his small finger, making suma recoil. "I like him!" Makio grinned, and suma sulked.

Then tengen looked over at you. "Dear, you should rest, your exhausted." He mumbled and kissed the side of your head. You nodded before drifting off into a deep slumber.

TIMESKIP!

Your son, s/n, was 2 years old today, so you and your wives started decorating the house before tengen and your son came back. Hinatsuru was a few months pregnant, so she couldn't do much, but you and your wives were still very appreciative of her effort.

The plan was that tengen would take s/n out in the town and do some fun stuff with him for a few hours and then you and your co wives would decorate and make the cake.

"oi! Suma! Your doing that wrong dumby! You aren't supposed to put that in yet!" Makio scolded suma and hit her on the head, which made suma cry out in pain. "Ladies, please stop yelling, hina is sleeping." You said, you took the role of hinatsuru on trying to get them to stop messing.

Suma clutched onto your arm. "(Name) (name) (name)!!!! MAKIO'S BULLING ME!!" she squealed. You just patted her head and told them that the cake needed to be in the oven now. You and makio started decorating the cake while suma did some touches to the house decoration.

You heard some ringing, sort of like beads clashing together. But to your relief, it wasn't tengen, it was his crow. "Message from tengen uzui! Ahem.. I am on my way home with s/n! I know as soon as I enter our flashy home, it's gonna be even flashier! S/n is very excited!" The crow read aloud. As soon as you heard that he's coming home, your mind started a small panic and you rushed into making the writing for the cake.

The front door opened. And s/n looked about in darkness and hung onto tengens neck. Tengen entered the kitchen and turned on the lights, and him and s/n got a fright because you, suma, makio and hinatsuru were hiding behind the counter. Makio and you laughed at their reaction.

"Yayayayaya! This cake is delicious! I love cake, I love cake, I love cake.." suma sang and it seemed like s/n seemed to catch on because..

"Cake!" He squealed. Silence. You all stared at him in shock. "C..Cake?" You mumbled and teared up. You then rook s/n to your side and started smiling as teared rolled down goir cheeks. "He said his first word! He said it!" You weeped. You were happy but then a tad bit sad that he didn't say mama first.

S/n smiled and giggled. "Cake Cake cake cake cake!" He ranted and you all laughed. Tengen went close to your ear. "Wanna make another one?" He whispered silently and grinned, making you all red. "OI I HEARD THAT!" suma and makio screamed. "Hey hey hey! I was joking!" But was he really? He glanced over at you and winked, yep, he definitely was not joking.

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torukmaktoskxawng · 1 year

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'anla - part six

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Summary: Ao'nung and Y/n settle into a new relationship while a father/daughter bond needs mending. Y/n decides it's finally time to visit the Spirit Tree again.

Pairing: Ao'nung/Fem!Na'vi!Sully Reader

Warnings: Mature language, time skips, HEAVY angst, depression, older sibling syndrome, mentions of death, canon compliance, father/daughter trouble, fluff, etc.

posted on ao3

Word Count: 5k+

Tag: #'anla ao'nung fic

Na'vi Words: Sänrr Rong - Glow Tunnel, tulkun - whale like animal, akula - shark like animal, Iknimaya - Rite of Passage, tsurak - skimwing, kurkung - asshole, taronyu - hunter, marui - house/pod, ilu - plesiosaur like animal, olo'eyktan - clan leader, kuru/tswin - queue braid, tsmukan - brother, Ranteng Utralti - Metkayina Spirit Tree, tsmuke - sister, nantang - dog like animal

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Despite not telling anyone what had happened at Sänrr Rong, everyone noticed the significant change in Y/n's attitude and everyone knew that whatever changed her tune happened at that tunnel.

It has been over a month since she kissed Ao'nung and she's almost back to the way she was before the tragedy of her twin brother's death. She was flying more than usual without feeling the need to watch her siblings like a hawk, and sometimes her siblings would join her on these flights. She would play more often than watch over the other kids doing so and she would smile more than she had in a very long time. The more she talked, the more her voice was rid of the rough sound of sandpaper, eventually returning to normal. That's not to say she had completely healed from her loss. Y/n's smiles were still small and sometimes sad, but they were less forced and more genuine. There would be a day or two when she needed to be alone again with her thoughts, but those days were starting to be far or few between.

And of course, she wasn't the only one slowly but surely healing. Her family was as well, although there was still some obvious tension between Y/n and her father, unspoken words still bubbling underneath the surface. Y/n had said everything she had ever wanted to say to her father that fateful day, but Jake couldn't afford to say his piece. Sometimes that man was too emotionally constipated and unfortunately, recent events have shown just how damaging that is to his children, especially Y/n and Lo'ak. To keep each other from thinking about it, the sister and brother would spend whole days together and entertaining the others. Lo'ak took all the kids to see Payakan many times over the months after losing Neteyam, and it was safe to say tulkun riding was a great success and a therapeutic activity for everyone involved. Much like how they spent time away in Sänrr Rong, the kids now spend their free afternoons with Payakan after finishing up any chores they had in the morning. Of course, the teens still like cliff diving, but they have been wanting to keep Tuk and her little friends included more often than not nowadays, so they have stuck to activities the younger ones can participate in, such as fin-gliding with Payakan.

However, the Archwas never left abandoned. Y/n would go there every time she needed to be left alone and recharge. Her family respected the fact that there were gonna be days when she needed to go back to missing her twin and promised to leave her to her thoughts... just as long as she always came back to them.

She hated lying to them sometimes. Yes, she'd escape to Sänrr Rong some days to be alone, but sometimes she needed an excuse to sneak away. She wished she didn't use Neteyam as an excuse, but internally, she knew her twin would laugh his ass off if he knew why.

While impatiently waiting on one of those days, she sat on the edge of the cliff and let her legs gently swing in the air, deep in thought. Y/n was watching the clouds until a pair of large hands covered her vision and a voice close enough to feel their breath in her hair called out behind her, "Guess who."

She grins knowingly, "Rotxo? Is that you?"

A laugh is pulled from her lungs when Ao'nung pulls his hands away from her face and instead grabs at her waist, pulling her away from the ledge while ruthlessly poking and prodding at her ribcage. Y/n squeals with uncontrollable laughter, trying to curl up and protect herself while Ao'nung playfully growls at her, "Take that back, Forest Girl."

He tightens his arms around her for a brief squeeze and relents after she makes a half-assed apology between gasps of laughter. Keeping her in his arms, Ao'nung gets comfortable, sitting down in the grass as the high winds rustle the vegetation around them. Y/n's laughter died down eventually, flinching occasionally if Ao'nung's fingers touched a ticklish spot, now high-strung and giggling under her breath. She tilts her head to peer over her shoulder and finally gets a good look at him, "Ah, Seaweed Brain. To what do I owe the displeasure?"

"Keep it up," he jibes back, "And I will toss you over the edge."

She makes an amused sound at the back of her throat but otherwise says nothing. They sit that way for a while, warmed by their shared body heat as the wind brushes through their hair, tangled legs gently swinging over the cliffside. Ao'nung breaks the moment of peace by rummaging in a small pouch he had tied to his belt that morning, "I got you something."

"What is it?" Y/n leans her head back to rest against his shoulder as he lifts his hand out to hers, presenting a small object resting in his giant palm. It was obviously an arrowhead, but the material looked different than what a traditional arrow was made of. Once Y/n had the object in her hand, she ran her thumb over it and recognized it to be made out of an akula tooth, causing her lips to turn up into an excited smile, "It's beautiful."

"It looks fragile but I promise that it is strong. You'll be able to use it for your arrows. I can show you where to gather more of them."

In the meantime, in order to keep it safe, she fashioned the arrow into the necklace she wore, feeling the object rest comfortably against her collar. She turned her head enough to look back at Ao'nung and smiled, her hand reaching behind and resting against the back of the reef boy's neck, "Thank you."

He grinned obnoxiously back, overdramatically enunciating his words as if he were reciting an ancient prophecy, "May your arrows always fly true~"

"You are ridiculous." Y/n rolled her eyes with a scoff, despite the smile still gracing her lips. They leaned back into a comfortable silence, looking out over the vast ocean before she spoke up once more, "You're one season away from completing your Iknimaya. Are you excited?"

"Aren't you? My father mentioned that you have been hunting more. You might be able to finish the trials with the rest of us instead of waiting. Rotxo was upset that you managed to catch more fish than him last week," Ao'nung laughed when Y/n proudly beamed and winked at him in response, "I would not be surprised if you finished the trials before him."

"Even if I did, I don't have my own tulkun. Lo'ak would be able to finish the Iknimaya since he has Payakan, but without a tulkun, I wouldn't be able to fully become Metkayina."

"But you can still do the other trials. You can still tame a tsurak. I know you can."

"I know, it's just... it wouldn't be the same."

Her voice lowered, trailing off as she got lost in thought. Ao'nung knew that this particular tone in her voice meant several meanings. Without saying it, Y/n confessed that it wouldn't be the same as flying with Evi, or the same as sharing these achievements with her twin. She didn't have to specify for Ao'nung, he already knew what she meant.

Instead of asking her to be specific, Ao'nung tightened his hold around her, holding her like he wished he was brave enough to do a few months ago, "I know."

She gladly takes his comfort, sighing in defeat, "And besides, I wouldn't put it past my father to be stubborn and refuse my place in the trials."

"Why? I thought that's what your father wanted you to do?"

"It was. But lately, we haven't been... on speaking terms."

"Lo'ak mentioned that. 'Said something about how you and Toruk Makto have been driving your mother 'up the wall,'" Ao'nung's ears pin back while shyly admitting, "I am not sure I know what that means."

Y/n half-heartedly laughs, "It means we're driving her crazy."

"Oh... Yeah, you're pretty good at that."

Ao'nung's smugness is interrupted by a sharp elbow jabbing into his ribs and he yelps in response, Y/n's scowl looking as adorable as ever to him as she cursed, "Kurkung."

~~~~~~~~~

Neytiri usually loved how stubborn her mate could be, and she loved it even more when that stubbornness was passed down to their children. But lately, that stubbornness is driving her absolutely insane and it might also be tearing her family apart more than it already is.

She had been telling Jake that he needed to talk to Y/n and he needed to act soon, or else Y/n would grow up and become taronyu right under his nose. And then it will be too late for forgiveness. Y/n's childhood will be gone permanently and there would be no way for Jake to fix it. Neytiri has a fear that her daughter will only continue to distance herself from her father as she gets older until there's nothing left to mend, so the Na'vi woman has done everything in her power to keep that from happening. She had talked to both Jake and Y/n separately, but nothing appeared to work.

Jake has the Human mindset that Y/n just needs her distance from him, while Y/n secretly resents her father for not just telling her how he really feels. Neytiri, luckily, doesn't have the same mindset as her mate so she took matters into her own hands.

One afternoon, Neytiri refused to let either of their stubborn asses into her marui and told them to go hunting together, threatening to not let them back in until they had talked it all out. "We are a family. We have lost too much to be anything but! Start acting like a family."

Like father, like daughter, they begrudgingly left to go fishing together, taking their respective tsurak and ilu before swimming out beyond the reef to hunt for their family's next meal. They stubbornly tried to do so in silence, but too much hurt and words hung between them, making this hunting trip just as painful. While Jake was glad Y/n appeared to be doing better, smiling and laughing like normal whenever she was around friends, he couldn't help but feel hurt whenever her eyes landed on him and her smile would immediately disappear. Even now, when they were alone, Y/n looked as though time had not passed since Neteyam's death, her expression unhappy as her gaze looked off into the distance as if she had not healed at all. Maybe, whenever her father was concerned, she hadn't healed at all like everyone thinks.

"Your first word was 'fly,'" was the first thing that came to mind, and he had no idea where that came from. Y/n suddenly turned and stared oddly at her father, but said nothing in response. Jake looks out over the ocean, replaying the memory in his head, "Neteyam was sick that day and we were scared that you would catch it, so we separated the two of you. I took you flying while your mother and grandmother tended to your brother. I was trying to occupy your mind, holding you in my arms while Bob wandered around. Anyway, you and I were flying and you mumbled that word. It was a moment that I alone witnessed and cherished forever. Your mom was sad that she had missed it. Mo'at believed it was a sure sign that you would become one of the best flyers someday, and she was right. She also believed that because you spoke your first word to me, you would always trust me and come to me first for anything... I wish she was right about that, too."

He finally turned back to his daughter, ears drooping as he reassured her, "Not that it's your fault, kiddo. It's mine. I pushed you away, I expected too much from you and Neteyam. From all of you. There's no excuse for what I did, not even war or the fear I have of losing you. Everything that's happened until this very moment has been my fault, and... I am so, so sorry."

They sit silently on their respective tsurak and ilu for some time while Y/n carefully stares at her father and tries to piece together a puzzle in her head, the soft waves bobbing the pair of them up and down in the water as she gathers her thoughts.

Jake looked so old at that moment, aging far past his years as if cryosleep had finally caught up to him, devastated and beside himself as he stared back, hoping his daughter could see how genuine he was. It's funny, in a strange, twisted way. Y/n had grown up believing everyone when they said her father was the great and mighty Toruk Makto, one of only six throughout the history of the Na'vi. They all described Jakesully as a strong warrior, as sturdy as the trees and unforgivable as the ocean, whereas whenever Y/n looked at him, all she could see was her dad. He's not particularly tall -at least not compared to Tonowari- or strong or unforgivable. He's just... ordinary to her. An ordinary man. As a child, sure, she believed all the stories told of him and considered him her number one hero, but as she grew older, she saw less of the legend and more of the man behind it. It's hard to picture the man who grounds you whenever you do something wrong as the same man who brought the clans together in a time of great sorrow.

Even though Y/n was easily able to separate her father from the great Toruk Makto, others might not be able to, such as Jake himself. She could only imagine the burden placed on his shoulders as a husband, father, and leader. She knew he had to make a difficult choice by choosing his family over his clan, believing he could protect both from the Sky People by running away. In the human stories she'd heard in the past, usually, the hero sacrifices everything they love for the greater good. A quote she could faintly remember, something about a Vulcan stating "needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few" or something like that. They all start to blur together and she can't remember which of those stories were fact or fiction. Either way, when she thought of those stories, she didn't picture her father as any of those heroes. To her, he was the olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya clan and war hero of the Battle of the Hallelujah Mountains. Toruk Makto wasn't about sacrifices or choosing who to save. He was about bringing the clans together to mourn, to love, and to fight as one.

So losing Neteyam wasn't just hard on Jake as a father but as a leader as well. A father protects, but so does a leader, and he failed at both of them. Soon, Y/n will be sixteen years old, and no matter how hard she tried to think like an adult, she couldn't imagine what her father must be going through right now. She couldn't imagine the pain he was feeling, losing the very child that made him a father in the first place. Parents shouldn't have to bury their children. Parents are meant to grow old and die without ever having to worry about their own child's death. They should be the ones to go first... not their child. Not their sweet, innocent babies.

A tear slipped down Y/n's face when she first noticed her own father silently crying throughout the silence. A part of her wished to never have children for the sake of sparing herself this kind of pain, while another part of her wished to see what it'd be like to raise children one day and see if she could do better than the people who came before her. Jake wasn't the best father in the world, but he was hers, and she wanted to be proud of that fact, "I said I would never forgive you, Dad. That doesn't mean that I'll never stop loving you."

He peered up at her, watching her carefully as she rolled her lips when her tear slipped into her mouth. She sniffled quietly as she whispered, "I-- I can't help it. You're my father. And... And maybe someday soon I'll learn how to forgive, but I could never forget."

Jake tried to collect himself, taking deep breaths and wiping his own tears away, nodding, "That's okay kiddo. I understand."

"How... how did your brother die?"

Jake winced, hissing silently between his teeth. It wasn't a topic suitable for children, but after everything his daughter had been through, it's safe to say her innocence had been shattered a while ago, no matter how hard her parents had tried to contain it. It breaks Jake a little more every day realizing just how young all his children are and just how much they have already gone through in the early stages of their lives. Nevertheless, Jake's kids barely know anything about his brother and they try not to press, but he knew eventually he'd have to tell them.

"A gun, I think. Or a knife. I... I honestly can't remember. That was so long ago... it almost didn't feel real. And-- I'll be honest, I wasn't a very nice person back on Earth. I was completely wasted when I was told my brother was dead."

Y/n nods but doesn't comment on that. She can't exactly picture her father being some sort of drunk or a monster. She had seen his video diaries that Norm had kept for studying, so she knew what her father looked like as a human, but a monster? No, she couldn't even imagine. "I think you should talk about Uncle Tommy more. I think we'd all like to hear more about him."

"Yeah," he replies solemnly, looking as gray as the sky ahead of them, "I wish you could have met him."

It would've been nice to see where the twin gene came from. To see her father's brother in a side-by-side comparison would be funny in its own way. Y/n had always wondered what Tomsully was like or if he was anything like her dad.

The heavy conversation didn't really feel suited for fishing and Y/n wasn't exactly enjoying herself any more than Jake was. She felt her fingers begin to fidget as she quietly asked, "Can... Can we go to the Spirit Tree? Just us?"

Jake turned back, eyes softening into something that resembled a gentle father more than a war hero, "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want."

~~~~~~~~~

The Cove looked the same as when Ao'nung had taken Y/n there... right before everything went to shit. As she and Jake dive down to the Spirit Tree, she begins to get nervous, her heart wanting to leap up into her throat. Her father nodded in encouragement and kept a vigil watch while she connected to a tendril of the tree, taking her kuru braid and connecting the tswin to the branch.

The moment she closed her eyes, she found herself standing on the beach of the village. Confusion wrapped around her brain as she looked around, wondering what she was doing there. She was alone, watching everyone go about their day as normal, only... none of the faces looked clear. It was as though a dense fog was placed over the faces and a part of Y/n wondered if she had dreamt of her and her father going out to fish and visit the Spirit Tree. That is... until she heard a familiar voice.

"Ah, there you are!"

Spinning around, her voice nearly got caught in her throat as her eyes set on an approaching figure, "Neteyam..."

Walking tall and confident, Neteyam smiled brightly as he walked up to his twin sister, beckoning over his shoulder, "Come on. You said you wanted to fly."

Ah. A memory. Y/n had forgotten that the Spirit Tree only contains a past loved one's memories unless she strayed from the memory to speak to him directly. Y/n wanted nothing more than to live out this memory once more; to fly alongside her twin brother as she was meant to for the rest of their lives... but maybe some other time.

"Actually... can we talk?"

From here, the memory drifts away from history, away from what actually happened. The vision subtly moves, shifting to Y/n's preferred reality. When she pulls from the memory, Neteyam's expression moves like it's obstructed by water before the vision clears, and suddenly Neteyam's memory is also speaking off script, confused but obliging her request.

"What is it?" When he asked her this, she realized she was now speaking to Eywa's image of Neteyam, and suddenly her eyes began to blur and a sob escaped her throat. Neteyam immediately grew concerned, his protective older brother's side showing once more as he stepped close to gathering his twin up in his arms. He brushed a few tears away and then proceeded to hug her close, speaking in soothing, small words, "Hey. Hey, Y/n... it's alright. Why are you crying?"

She continued to cry into her brother's shoulder, repeatedly wiping her face but it was pointless, the tears refusing to stop, "I miss you so much, 'Teyam!" She wailed, "There isn't a day that goes by when I don't-- when I don't think of you."

"What are you talking about?"

Y/n began to cry even harder, mad at Neteyam and mad at Eywa for making her say it out loud, "You're gone, tsmukan. You've been gone for... a few months now. And it still hurts. It hurts like it just happened yesterday. This isn't real. We are in Ranteng Utralti. The Spirit Tree of the Metkayina."

"Oh." Neteyam gently pulled away and held his sister out at arm's length, looking around, curious and confused, but strangely, he wasn't scared, "So this is it? I am one with Eywa?"

Y/n took a moment to properly wipe her tears and try to relax, muttering under her breath as she nodded, "Yes..."

"You came to visit me?"

"Yeah... it is my first time doing so." Immediately, Neteyam's eyes fall back on hers before she lowers her head in shame, unable to look him in the eye, "I'm sorry. I should have come sooner, but... I was scared. Dad and Lo'ak visit the most, but I... I couldn't face you."

"What... When was the last we saw each other... before...?"

She had to pause for a few short minutes to think about it, willing herself to remember that fateful day after spending so long just trying to forget it. Thinking hard enough for her head to hurt, it took her a while to forget yellow unblinking eyes, cold skin... and all of that blood that still haunts her nightmares. She tried to get past the fire, the Sky People, and the screams and cries clawing from her own lungs and those around her. Trying to picture her twin's face, alive and well, was harder than she thought, replaying the events that had led up to the battle actually happening.

"You... you separated from us to lure the Sky People away," she recalled, her bottom lip beginning to quiver again, "You went alone. That was the last time I saw you alive. I... I don't even remember the last thing I ever said to you."

"Ah. That's alright then."

Her head snapped up quickly, staring wide-eyed in disbelief at Neteyam while he only smiled softly. Her tone was accusatory as she bit out, "'That's alright'? No! No, that is not alright! You died, 'Teyam!"

He simply shrugged, "We all have to die someday, tsmuke. That is what we are told from the day we are able to understand it."

"But why is it alright that you got separated from us and died for it?!"

"Because I drove the Sky People away, right? I made sure my siblings were safe," Y/n was opening and closing her mouth to try and find a retort before Neteyam stepped closer again, reaching out and firmly grasping the back of her head to make her look him in the eyes, "It is my job to protect my brother and sisters and I take that job very seriously."

She felt her shoulders slouch as a breathy scoff escaped her lungs, "I can't believe you sometimes. You've always been so... accepting. That worried me sometimes. It worried me how you could always be so... resigned to everything."

He smirked, "I thought it was a healthy opposition to you, someone who could never just lie down and accept that things are just the way they are. You were always so stubborn, Y/n, determined and hopeful that things could always change for the better."

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek to refrain from calling her twin a liar, glancing away to focus more on the sand of the beach, "I wish that were true about me."

"It's always been true."

"Not anymore. How--" She swallowed a sob before it could make a sound, eyes beginning to water once again as she peered up to stare into her brother's matching eyes, "How can I be hopeful for a better tomorrow if you're no longer there to see it? It will never be brighter, or better, because you're gone."

"I am gone..." he nods as if he hadn't just been informed of this mere moments ago, "But not fully. Look around you."

When she obediently did so, her eyes widened in wonder as the beach slowly melted away and turned the vision into a vast, heavy, and healthy forest. Their forest, was as vibrant and as beautiful as she remembered it. She can hear a pack of nantang calling off to one another in the distance while the sun tries to peek through the canopy, shining proudly down onto the twins. Leaves and shrubbery rustle to indicate life all around them while Neteyam only looks down at his sister. Y/n wasn't entirely sure, but she thought he looked different in this new light. Like he looked more... alive in the forest than he did on the beach. Her heart was saddened at the memory of 'Teyam telling her that he missed home, but now he can go home as much as he wanted, whenever he wanted.

It was like Y/n was now standing in Neteyam's own personal heaven instead of a memory she found within the Spirit Tree.

Neteyam grasps both of her shoulders, "I am one with Eywa now. You can always find me here, whenever you need me. Remember, tsmuke, that I am at peace now. I may not remember what happened to me, but I hope it aches a little less for you to know that I don't remember the pain."

A tear slips past her detection, and even though it was minuscule at best, Y/n could feel a small part of her heart mend back together, comforted by her brother's words. She nods her head in reply and tries clearing her throat to speak, "Dad... he said you had last words for me. You wanted to tell me to 'find more.'"

Neteyam didn't have eyebrow hair like her, but the ridge where an eyebrow could've been lifted up in question, "Isn't that what I said when talking about Ao'nung the other night?"

Her eyes widen, replaying his words until the memory comes back to light. For the moment, she ignored the fact that Neteyam mentioned the memory so casually as if it had only happened a few days ago for him, whereas it had actually been months ago for her, "You remember that?"

"I do. You know me, sweet sister," he smiled, "As a warrior, it is vital for me to constantly visit the Spirit Tree so I can retain as much of my memory within Eywa. I don't take Grandmother's words lightly. You know this."

"I know..." Her shock slowly melts into a sad smile, "You were sometimes a little too serious."

As if making a point, Neteyam dropped the serious act in exchange for flashing a teasing grin at her, "So?"

"What?"

"Did you 'find more?'"

Her stomach flips and her mouth forms into a pout. It felt like acid on her tongue to begrudgingly admit to her brother that he was right, "... I did."

He grinned in triumph, "I told you so."

"Shut up."

"No need to sulk, Y/n," he laughed, "It is not your fault you were born dense."

"I am not dense! I just..." She doesn't have a proper rebuttal and sighs in defeat, "I miss this. I haven't had a talk like this in a while."

Neteyam hums mostly to himself, "You should talk more. People tend to realize that you are actually nice the more you talk."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't," he smiles triumphantly again when he gets her to laugh, then lets his expression form a more genuine, encouraging aura around them. He steps close to Y/n again and places a hand on the top of her head, "The sea gives and the sea takes. The sea gave you Ao'nung in exchange for me."

She wished he didn't make it sound like she willingly traded her brother for Ao'nung and shook her head defiantly, shaking his hand off of her, "It's not fair."

"I know. But it was Eywa's will, Y/n."

"I just... you should be here."

"I am here."

"No. Here here," she complained as the tears began to form yet again, "You should be completing your Iknimaya with me. You should be helping Tuk learn how to use a bow. You should be sitting quietly with Kiri whenever she gets overwhelmed. You... you should be having fun with Lo'ak and Spider like you did when the three of you were younger. We're already growing up without you and I feel so guilty to be moving on."

He shushes her softly and reaches out to brush her tears away, "Moving on does not mean you'll miss me any less. In time, you'll just learn how to balance out the pain with happiness instead. Never feel guilty or regret for me, Y/n. I could never blame you for finding the light in the darkest of places. I may not be right beside you, but I will always be with you, one way or another. And I won't be alone."

When her eyebrows briefly scrunch in confusion, he sheepishly smiles and thinks of all the possibilities, "I mean-- do you think I can finally meet Grandfather? I wonder if our mother's sister is here as well, and Brother Tsu'tey and Dr. Augustine. Who knows-- maybe Dad's twin brother might be with Eywa as well."

It's an encouraging thought, and it's a thought that makes Y/n smile ever so slightly again, "If... if you see any of them, let me know next time."

"I will try," he stares at her in silence for a moment, then looks as though he's decided on an important matter, "Promise me something."

"Sure."

"Don't visit often."

Her eyes widen again, shocked and almost appalled, dread filling her gut at the thought of leaving her twin all alone here, "What? Why?"

His expression is grim and serious, much like how he looked when she last saw him alive, taking the red pinger that was once stuck in Payakan and swimming away from the rest of them, "I do not think it would be healthy to speak with the dead constantly when you could be missing out on so much of your life. I want you all to live far longer than me, Y/n, and I would be happy knowing you were out there living your lives rather than constantly visiting me. If you must, visit me after important dates or ceremonies. Catch me up on our siblings' endeavors, when they finish their trials, who are they courting, how many children they have... and I hope to hear the same about you as well. Promise me, Y/n."

Her teeth grind together, hidden in her mouth as she thinks, already missing Neteyam even though she hadn't left yet. Now that she had finally gained the courage to talk to him again, it felt as though they were being separated all over again. The one and only time they, as twins, have been separated... and it was permanent. It hurt that he didn't want her to continuously return to see him, but Y/n knew her brother better than anyone. Neteyam was selfless, and he would rather be alone while his family moved on and lived out their full, long lives, waiting until they would finally join him with Eywa. Maybe, to Neteyam, it wouldn't feel like a long time. Maybe time wouldn't even pass for him... but it would for Y/n... and it was hard to even fathom a lifetime without her twin by her side.

Still, she had never known a time when she didn't want to make her brother happy in turn, "I promise."

A/N: Ao'nung and Y/n are the perfect definitions of "he fell first, she fell harder". This chapter was longer than all the other ones so I had to split it into two parts, so the next one will be out shortly! And then it will be onto the finale!

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sugarbunnii · 3 months

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daddy’s girl p.2

the following morning you had woken up to your mom gone and left alone with your stepdad. you angrily walked down stairs as he said a cheerful good morning to you, only grumbling a fuck you in response. you didn’t want to talk to him, let alone see his stupid fucking face.

god you couldn’t stand him for a second more, you wanted to scream at him to get out when you noticed him reaching for a mug that had been your dad’s favorite for years, you wanted to tell him to get the fuck out of your house and that he didn’t belong within a foot of your house. you wanted to tell him that he should’ve been dead, not your dad, but you didn’t. instead making yourself a cup of coffee, ignoring his offer of pancakes and bacon and a “day full of fun” with him for going out instead.

you ignored him as he went barging into your room, declaring that you were to spend a day with him, muttering “you’re not my dad, stop acting like it” as you finished applying your lipgloss and grabbed your bag. you walked out the door, not to be seen until sundown or until you were high enough to forget wilbur even existed.

you stumbled into the house, all smiles as wilbur sat at the dinner table eating pizza. you reeked of weed and alcohol, anyone could smell it a while away. wilbur looked up at you from his phone, “you smell” he states

you just giggle and smile “you suck ass” you say grinning as he shakes his head in disapproval “so? what’s it to you, you’re not my dad” you giggle, going to walk up the stairs before he speaks up.

“y/n, sit down, we need to have a talk” he says sternly, slamming his hand on the table, clearly upset. suddenly all your high and all your joy had faded away, looking at him in almost fear. you felt the blood slowly drain from your face as you slowly walked to the table and sat down.

“about what william?” you ask, trying to keep your best poker face.

“you come home smelling of weed and booze and as the man of the house im not going to have that just fly by me” he says angrily, causing you to scoff and roll your eyes.

“as the man of the house” you mock “what man! huh wilbur, you married my mom less than three months after my dad died and i didn’t even come from your balls, if you even have any” you say crossing your arms

“don’t disrespect me in my house” he says angrily, you stand up from your seat, ready to argue back before you feel something else coming back up. quickly you run to the kitchen, throwing up in the garbage can. feeling all the food and booze finally kicking you in the ass, starting to slowly tear up as wilbur gets up and holds your hair back. he gently pats your back until you’re done, gently dragging you to the kitchen sink to rinse out your mouth.

you sob softly as he tells you to rinse and spit, trying to clean up your face before taking you up the stairs to your bathroom. he gets your teeth brushed and gets you changed into a clean set of pajamas as you softly cry. once he has you tucked in, you look up at him, feeling lost and confused and dizzy.

"you're not going to tell mom, right?" you ask tearfully as he lets out a sigh and shakes his head, "thats a conversation for tomorrow sweetheart." he says softly "just try to sober up for now"

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faithintheunknownsblog · 2 years

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I loved the post

And what if the reader was also a vampire just as powerful as alucard ?

Genre: Hellsing Au, Fluff, Angst

TW: Blood drinking, violence, guns, fighting, Alucard being a total dick (but since when is that new?)

Anything you can do better, I can do anything better than you~

It’s a- metaphorical- dick fighting competition, no question about it (im sorry not really but i couldn’t resist making an abridged reference)

Anyway-

You two will always be competing on who is better. Which one of you is stronger? Who’s the fastest? Who can endure the most pain? Who is going to win the fight when you two go head to head?

The answer? Neither. Neither of you are ever going to win in a fight against each other.

So instead of fighting each other you have learned how to have fun fighting to see who can do assignments better.

But it wasn’t always like that, it was actually quite the opposite for the first four months of you being part of the Hellsing Organization. Your very existence vexed Alucard because after six centuries of being the greatest vampire of all time he refused to accept being anything less than. All he wanted to do is annihilate you, which you didn’t understand because you were nothing but civil, friendly even. Well that was until you weren’t.

Within a week you accepted the fact that he hated you without any explanation. But for the sake of keeping the peace you suggested the idea of coexisting, and his response made it clear that the offer was off the table when he shot you in the face. So after that day you made it your unlife goal to drive him absolutely insane with the fact that he is no longer the most powerful.

Though you went about it in a passive aggressive way, from then on you tormented him by refusing to ever acknowledge his existence. For those four months you pretend that you never noticed when Alucard shot a hole through your heart, or blew off your head. You would just regenerate and continue on with whatever you were doing like it never happened.

Alucard absolutely hated that. How dare you act as if the most powerful vampire there is doesn’t exist?!

But that’s what you did, until it eventually became too exhausting. The constant fighting had you questioning why this person who knows nothing about you is so angry at you and why is it to the point that he’s always trying to kill you.

You fought and fought and fought your anger, oblivious to the fact that you were at your wits end. You had enough of all the bullying you were being subjected to, without realizing it. All that you were doing was waking up every night just to be Alucard’s punching bag and he was getting no repercussions for his actions. You thought you were fine.

Then you just snapped, all at once, without any warning. One night you saw Alucard and before he even had a chance to notice you entered the room, you. lost. it. and all of Hell almost broke loose.

You never knew your strength until the moment a couch was thrown without you even thinking about laying a finger on it. Your hands never had the chance to touch it and yet, you somehow made the huge piece of furniture fly through the air towards him.

Anything and everything in the living room was about to get destroyed if it wasn’t for Integra being right there to command Alucard to his cellar. Walter instantly restrained you with his thread to keep you from chasing after Alucard because he knew if you two weren’t separated right away the mansion was going to crash to the ground.

Alucard loved that he was able to finally get under your skin enough to break you, but bitter that Integra didn’t let you fight him. He had been dreaming of the day you finally let your rage loose and he wasn’t even allowed to see it.

Once you were calmed you were set free and Integra ordered you to your room as well, without knowing that was a big mistake because now you aren’t leaving it. You shut down because there was no more acting like Alucard hadn’t emotionally damaged you.

Which is exactly what Alucard wanted, he wanted to damage you because now that you couldn’t hold yourself to a high standard. Thus making him the greatest again.

Integra didn’t care much for your emotions until it started affecting your work ethic, you for the past week you never showed up when called upon. That’s when she forced Alucard to go ‘fix’ you, which he didn’t want to do but had no choice. The only thing he could think of how to get you to show up was by forcing you.

The whole ordeal played out like this:

===

You’re lying face down on your pillow, your body completely still as you just keep letting the loneliness and isolation feel like it’s burning a hole in your chest. All you wanted was a friend because what is the point of being immortal if it means being alone.

Alucard enters your room through the wall and looks at your limp body, if you were a mortal he’d assume you were dead. But since you aren’t he can tell that you’re only like this because of him and knowing that fills him with pride. He put you in your place and made sure he was the greatest once more.

If he thought you wouldn’t notice him because he came into your room through the wall he was wrong but it’s not like you cared anyway. Let him be in here, let him try to kill you because he’s not like he can do it anyway.

“Integra is holding a meeting,” Alucard says plainly as if you cared to listen. He somehow thinks that now you’ve broken down you’d be more inclined to listen to him. “So get up and let’s go.”

As soon as you got sent to your room you laid down with your face in your pillow and hadn’t moved from that spot since. That is until now, you stay lying down and the only thing that changes is that you lean your head back then let out a laugh. You find it absolutely hilarious that Alucard thinks you’re going to listen to him. You have a good bit of respect for Integra and didn’t even listen to her when she called upon you for the meeting. So what in the Hell makes him think that you’ll let him order you around?

Alucard is quick to get aggressive, walking over to you and reaches for your head. You don’t fight back as he tightly grabs the hair at the top of your scalp and harshly pulls back so you’re standing on your knees. You tilt your head back so he can see the calm and tranquil look on your face as he threatens you by putting his gun against your chin.

“Do it-” you’re giving Alucard permission, not that it matters because he’ll shoot you if he wants to regardless, “blow my brains out as many times as you need in order to make yourself feel better. Shoot me however many times it takes until you finally accept me, even if it takes another 2106 times.”

That takes Alucard by surprise, he lowers his gun and lets go of your hair then takes a step back. He just stares at you because he doesn’t know how to respond to the fact that you’ve been keeping count of every time he’s tried to kill you over the past four months. After a moment he finally realizes what’s been going on, “that’s why you’ve been silent this whole time?”

You lower your head and sigh, feeling like you should just have kept your mouth shut but you can’t take it back now. You don’t turn your head to look at him as you give your explanation, “not at first… but after awhile, yeah. But I knew there wasn’t a use in saying anything because you wouldn’t stop and I figured I could take it… I guess I was wrong about that.”

Alucard stays silent, thinking about how much of an asshole he’s been, he should have been looking at you as an ally and not an enemy. Now that Alucard realizes that he hopes you can forgive him, he offers his hand for you to take and sincerely says, “I’m sorry, I hope you can forgive me.”

You look into his eyes for any hint of malevolence but don’t see it and decide to trust him. You take his hand and let him help you up, letting go of it once your feet hit the ground. You give him a soft smile and say, “we should get going, don’t want to leave Integra waiting.”

Alucard nods and you two go to the meeting.

===

Which brings you to today; three and a half years after Alucard accepted you as an equal, you two have been best friends and damn near inseparable since. If someone finds one of you two it’s safe to assume that the other is not far behind. You two are so far shoved up one another’s ass that Integra will send both of you on a mission when there is only need for one.

===

You and Alucard make eye contact with one another when Integra calls you to her office, without a word both of you bolt for the door. He gets out first but you quickly get in front by grabbing onto his shoulders and leap over his head to get into the lead. Though that doesn’t last for long because grabs your wrist and pulls you behind him. It’s a whole fight along the way to Integra’s office.

Integra sighs as she can hear you both running through the mansion because it sounds like a herd of elephants. Meanwhile the two of you are laughing your asses off along the way, and she isn’t surprised when both of her office doors are flung open. You and Alucard nearly crash to the floor as you trample each other to get to Integra first.

“I won!” You shout triumphantly, you only think your first because your feet are stabilized on the ground before his are. You burst out laughing because of the sour look on Alucard’s face.

Before Alucard has a chance to say anything, Integra speaks, “I’ve come to accept the fact that you two act like children when you’re around each other but instead of nearly breaking my doors why don’t you two use your powers to go through them?”

“We play fair,” Alucard states. You two act human around each other sometimes without even realizing it, well, as human as you two can get. Then there are times when you two use your powers without realizing it either. It all depends on the day and the situation, like when it comes to racing. When you two are going through a door to get somewhere you don’t think about going through walls after that.

Integra sighs, knowing that she’s going to regret this, “there is a mission.”

You and Alucard look at each other from the corner of your eyes with cocky smirks, time for another competition to begin. After Integra gives you and Alucard all the information needed to set you two loose, you both bolt out of her office at full speed.

Integra can’t help but find it the tiniest bit of amusing because she’s never seen Alucard so lively and it makes her happy for him to have a friend. Especially a friend who can keep up with him.

You and Alucard use powers to get to your target since that’s always the safest- and fastest- option when it comes to missions.

When Integra gets to the scene she sees how it’s an absolute blood bath, that’s how she knew Alucard won the ‘race’ that you two were having. Alucard is always messy with his killings, whereas you are not. You’re a clean killer who makes sure that you leave as much blood to drink as possible.

“You leave nothing for me, asshole!” You shout in annoyance, Alucard always hogs every meal whenever you two go on missions.

Integra sighs upon hearing the squabbling, this is another reason why she hates sending you two on missions together. It’s like when kids get mad at each other for eating the last cookie out of the jar, though it’s mainly you always starting the arguments.

“Be faster next time,” Alucard playfully and wipes a stray bit of blood from his lip with his thumb. He taunts you, saying with a smirk, “there is still some blood on the pavement that you’re free to lick up.”

You go to punch Alucard’s arm but he steps away before you can and when you try again, he steps away again. You go to chase after him but Integra yells for you two.

“Enough!” Integra shouts, making you both stop and walk to her. But you elbow Alucard and he elbows you back, then next thing you know you’re hitting each other. Integra sighs and pulls out her gun, shooting into the sky, “the time for games is over!”

You and Alucard stop for real this time, walking back to Integra without any shenanigans. As you both are standing in front of Integra, she begins scolding the two of you, “this is why I don’t send you two on missions! All you do is play games!”

“We did get the job done, did we not?” Alucard asks, he has a point. You two always get your jobs done and that’s what matters.

Integra growls, she knows there is no point in arguing and she didn’t have the patience for it either. She takes a blood bag out from inside her coat pocket and tosses it to you, “now you can stop acting like a fool.”

You waste no time opening the bag and taking a big sip out of it, this will make your bloodlust subside for a bit but you’re still mad Alucard didn’t share with you. After you gulp down the whole bag you look at Integra and smile wide, “thank you Sir.”

Integra just looks at you in disgust, you might be a good addition to the organization but that still doesn’t keep Integra from seeing you as a grotesque beast like Alucard. You are still a vampire that has consumed many souls like him in order to get as strong as you are, and Integra doesn’t excuse that, “you’re vile.”

You instantly stop smiling, remembering that Integra doesn’t accept you like Alucard does, no one accepts you like Alucard for that matter. You put your head down, “sorry Sir.”

“Get back to the mansion,” Integra demands, she’s dismissing both of you because she has had enough of the two of you and your antics for the night.

Alucard can feel a difference in you so he decides to just walk back to the mansion, with you right by his side. Once you two are out of earshot Alucard asks you, “what’s wrong?”

“Just hate it when I’m reminded that my diet isn’t socially acceptable,” you say in a playful tone. Though it does hurt a bit when you’re looked at like a freak, but not enough to ruin your mood. It’s something that you’ve become used to and let roll off your back whenever it happens.

Alucard says exactly what comes to his mind, “our entire existence isn’t socially acceptable.”

“Yeah, I know but thanks for the reminder,” you roll your eyes. Sometimes Alucard absolutely sucks at comforting you but at least you can always count on him to be honest about a situation. You let out a defeated sigh, “we’re never going to be accepted are we?”

“Most likely not,” Alucard shakes his head. He has already accepted that fact long ago, and is surprised you haven’t as well. “It’s because mortals fear what they know is more powerful than them. If we were of the same strength as them they still wouldn’t accept us, they’d try to kill us regardless.”

“This really isn’t making me feel better, Alucard-” you chuckle because you know everything he said is true, “-I appreciate you trying though.”

Alucard sighs, he wasn’t exactly good with words when it comes to situations like this, “at least I understand you.”

“Yeah,” you look at the ground to hide your blushing face and sweet smile. You’d be lost without Alucard because he’s made being immortal bearable and less lonely. He makes you feel like a kid again, filling your heart with pure joy and you always feel like you’re on cloud nine whenever you’re with him. Though your playful nature tends to hold you back from sharing such things but- for some odd reason- tonight is different. Maybe it’s the full moon or maybe it’s because you’re still coming down from the adrenaline high you got from the mission. You don’t know. But whatever it is, it makes tonight the night you’re finally ready to voice what you’ve been holding back for years, “hey Alucard?”

“Hm?” Alucard got lost in his own thoughts as well during the silence. You aren’t the only one who’s been holding back a confession that could make or break everything you have with each other.

You don’t stop walking, you don’t even look at him because with how nervous you currently are, doing that will make the situation too intimate for you liking. You would rather not see his face if you’re going to get rejected and the idea of ruining everything almost makes you chicken out. But you just take a deep breath and say, “I think that I’ve fallen in love with you over these past few years.”

Alucard nearly faceplants into the dirt path you two were walking because of how abruptly he stops after you confess your feelings for him. Especially because your feelings are as strong as his own, three years really gives someone time to have a spark ignite and evolve into a flame. And you just made the flame explode into a bomb fire that becomes too much for Alucard to handle all at once. All he manages to say is “well then.”

Just like that your heart crumbles into pieces and you want to crawl into a hole. But you can’t so you try to run away from your problems, quite literally. You go to dart at full vampiric speed to the mansion.

Alucard notices the way your feet change stance and realizes what you’re about to do, so before you even get a chance to take a step forward he gets in front of you. He looks down at you, a worried look paints his face and he anxiously asks, “where are you going?”

“Home,” you growl, using anger to mask your overwhelming sadness that’s starting to ache in your chest.

“Why?” Alucard asks, not realizing what he did wrong. It’s been a long time since he was last in love, so the feeling might as well have been brand new to him. Plus he was surprised by your sudden boldness that it caught him off guard and ‘well then’ was the first thing that came to his mind.

“Oh I don’t know! Maybe it’s because I confess that I love you and all you have to say is ‘well then’!” You bitterly shout. At this moment you are too blinded by your broken heart that you forget Alucard isn’t good in situations like this. If you did you would have remembered that Alucard is a bit of a dumbass when it comes to emotions other than violence.

Luckily Alucard understands that your violence is exactly what he’s going to experience if he doesn’t get out of your way. He knows he has to find a way to fix this and fast, “please wait, I didn’t mean to upset you!”

“Well you did!” You state, wanting nothing more than to punch Alucard in his handsome face and beat his wonderful body into a bloody pulp. “Now move!”

“No, let me explain please,” Alucard pleads as you try to push past him and he grabs your wrist when you manage to. He grows frustrated because you won’t listen and roughly pulls you towards him so you’ll face him, angrily saying “will you listen dammit! I’m trying to tell you I feel the same way!”

“Oh-” your attitude immediately changes, your features softening and you stop trying to run away from him. Alucard glares at you as he lets go of your wrist now that you stopped resisting, he’s still a bit irritated with your unreasonable behavior just because you didn’t get the response you wanted.

“Well… you didn’t have to be so mean about it,” you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest and childishly pouting.

Alucard rolls his eyes in annoyance but stops being as frustrated with you, now that you’re no longer being irrationally angry with him. “Well you weren’t listening to me when I was trying to be civil but I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?!” You glare at him, acting as if you don’t know exactly what he means.

“Because you never listen,” Alucard rolls his eyes. He wasn’t wrong, you jump to conclusions way too fast and it tends to be a source of a lot of fights you two have had over the course of your friendship.

“Well put yourself in my shoes, I confessed my feelings and got a ‘well then’ in response. That kind of thing hurts,” you admit.

“The last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt you,” Alucard says softly, holding out his hand for you to hold and smiles when you take it. He always has an overwhelming guilt from how he treated you at first even though you forgave him and since then he only ever wants to make you happy. Alucard loves to see your smile and your laughter is like music to his ears.

“I know,” you give him a small nod, Alucard isn’t the only one who is hopelessly in love. He’s the first thing you think about when you wake up and the last thing you think about before you fall asleep. “But you sure love to annoy me.”

Alucard scoffs, “that’s rich coming from you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about! I’m a perfect angel!” You giggle and there is a slight moment of silence after.

“Yes, you are,” Alucard finally says, admiring the way your eyes sparkle in the moonlight. You don’t understand how true that statement really is to him, you are his angel. He loves nearly every little thing about you and he hates whenever you two fight. He hates whenever you two have to spend prolonged periods of time apart when you're sent out on separate missions.

You blush really hard, not knowing how to respond but you don’t have to give him one because Alucard passionately kisses you. Both of his rest on your hips while you already have your fingers entangled in his hair, it all happens so quickly and naturally that you don’t even notice.

All you can focus on is his soft lips against your own, that send goosebumps across your skin and your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest. This is more than you could have ever imagined.

When your lips do finally part from his, you can’t help but get a bit bashful, which is an emotion you rarely feel. All you can do is look into his eyes and wish that you two could stay in this moment forever. But you start seeing the sky slowly getting lighter as the sun comes closer to rising from behind him. You softly say to him, “we should get back.”

“Indeed,” Alucard nods, letting go of your hips and taking a step back, he knows Integra is probably pissed at both of your absences right now, “and soon.”

You smirk, it’s time for another competition, “race ya!”

“Oh you’re on!” Alucard says with a huge grin.

You both take off at full speed back to the mansion, planning to beat each other to the front door but stopping when you see Sir Integra waiting outside of them. You two are in trouble, which is nothing new when it comes to Integra because you two don’t know how to stay out of trouble when you’re around each other.

Sir Integra can tell by the slight bow of both of your heads that you’re side eyeing each other with smirks on your face. She has honestly given up on trying to tame you so she can get Alucard back under control again because it’ll never work. You’re too much of a free spirit and Alucard can help but try to keep up with you because of the need to still prove he’s better than you even if it’s in an innocent way.

“What took you two so long to get back here?!” Integra angrily asks, knowing that she will only get part of the story because you two love to keep your secrets between each other.

“We were taking a walk and got distracted!” You quickly say before Alucard answers like you always do because he usually sucks at lying to Sir Integra.

Integra looks to Alucard and he gives her a nod, saving both your asses from having to confess every little detail of what actually happened. Integra would ask what you two got distracted by but she currently doesn’t care enough, as long as you two weren’t causing any chaos then she’ll let it go.

Besides, the sun was coming up soon, so with an annoyed sigh Integra waves her hand and says, “just go.”

You and Alucard both chuckle and go to the basement, doing what you usually do, which is hanging out in your room for a few hours before he leaves to go to bed. The reason your cellar is the designated room to hangout in is because you have furniture and appliances in it. Took you a while to convince Integra to let you have your semi-big cellar set up like a single room apartment but you were persistent and she finally gave in.

So you have your bed, dresser, nightstand, lamp, and a desk with a chair on one side of your room. Then you have a loveseat, with an end table that has a lamp on top of it on one side, then a mini fridge with a microwave on top of it on the other side. There is a coffee table sitting in front of the couch with a 48”in (121”cm) tv on top of it with a movie player sitting on the shelf below it. The reason you need to have a movie player is because you don’t get a signal when you’re in a basement, you’re lucky that you at least have outlets and electricity.

“Want to watch a movie?” You ask him while walking over to your dresser that has the movies sitting on top of it because you already know the answer. You two tend to watch a movie to unwind after a mission but sometimes end up talking through the whole thing because you’ve both watched them enough times to quote them word for word.

“Of course!” Alucard says with a smile and sits down on the loveseat, sitting how he always does- sprawled out. He sits very unprofessionally when he’s with you because well… you’re you and he knows he can sit comfortably when he’s with you. He sits with his body sunk into the corner of the loveseat with his legs spread apart and one arm laying across the back of it while the other is hanging off the armrest.

You grab his favorite movie along with a bag of microwave popcorn and go over to the couch, throwing the bag of popcorn in the microwave then putting in the movie. While you wait for the popcorn you grab your pjs and change right in front of him, like you have done a hundred times before now and before you two had feelings for each other.

Alucard was surprised the first time you ever changed in front of him and you told him it was no different from seeing someone in a bikini. So he doesn’t care anymore and is completely unaffected by it, though he has and always will be respectful and never look at you when you’re changing. Even if you’re always covered by a bra and panties.

By the time you’re done changing the popcorn is ready, so you grab it and sit how you always sit when you’re with him. Your body sunk into the other corner of the loveseat and with your legs draping over Alucard’s since his lanky ass self takes up so much goddamn room.

“Y’know,” you start to say after the end credits of the movie start to play and continue talking when Alucard looks over at you. With a playful smirk you say, “as my lover you should give me a foot massage.”

Alucard rolls his eyes but obliges and starts rubbing your feet, shaking his head in disbelief while doing it. He never would have thought he’d do such a thing especially for you. When he looks at the triumphant grin you have on your face he sarcastically says, “you’re spoiled.”

Your grin just gets wider, the idea of getting spoiled by anyone was never in your mind’s orbit. But now you’re being spoiled by the king of vampires, which is something you’re going to take great pride in. And of course you’re also going to reciprocate the gestures whenever you can, but for now you’re just going to bask in the glory of having such an amazing lover. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Alucard says sarcastically and continues to rub your feet, “just don’t let it get to your head.”

“Too late, it already has,” you playfully say and move your feet away from him because you were only joking anyway. Then you sit up and give him a kiss on the cheek, “now I know I got you wrapped around my finger.”

“You know, I can leave right now if you want to keep this up,” Alucard states and stands up, clearly not being serious by the smile he has on his face. You are right about the fact that you have him wrapped around your finger. He has been for awhile now, anywhere you go he’ll follow if he’s able, he’d be lost without you.

“Nooo!” You hold onto his arm and pull him back down onto the couch, “I don’t want you to go!”

Alucard laughs and kisses your cheek, “fine, fine, I won’t leave yet.”

“How spoiled would it be if I asked you to stay the day?” You shyly ask with no intentions of doing anything sexual, you just wanted to cuddle up in bed with him and fall asleep in his arms. There were a few times that you’ve accidentally fallen asleep on the couch in the middle of a movie with your legs still propped up on his. Which doesn’t seem like that big of a deal but it is because you need absolute silence in order to sleep. A water droplet could fall from the faucet from your bathroom sink and you’re up on high alert.

So it means something if you’re able to sleep through a movie filled with explosions only when he’s around and wake up as soon as he leaves the room. You might be as powerful as Alucard, but- even with how crazy it sounds- you feel safest when you’re with him.

Alucard smiles and wraps his arms around you to pull you closer. He gives you a kiss on the forehead and softly says, “of course I’ll spend the day with you.”

You smile and get off the couch, holding his hand as you walk over to the bed. Alucard undresses while he waits for you to get situated, but only down to his shirt and pants because he doesn’t want to possibly make you uncomfortable.

Alucard takes your hand when you hold it out to him and gets in bed, letting you lay on top of him with your face buried in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around you and the both of you drift to sleep within minutes.

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A/N: AH IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

On a side note there might be an NSFW add on to this and y’all shouldn’t be surprised by that bc I’m a degenerate for this mansss

Also I was mainly focused on chapter three of Red Ink so I haven’t touched the other asks I got. But I promise Imma get to them🥲

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #hellsing fandom #alucard hellsing #alucard #hellsing alucard #hellsing fanfiction #hellsing organization #hellsing ova #hellsing x reader #alucard x reader #alucard fanfiction #alucard x you #no life king

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puppiesandnightlock · 11 months

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Link: Two Birds On a Wire

Summary:

Damian and Jon, and their views on the moment that the Super Sons - and their friendship - cracked. the supersons broke up yall im sry-

for prompt six: Friendship

Two birds on a wire…

They watched each other, Damian sitting on their old Gotham rooftop as Jon seemingly descended from the stars. It was almost a remake of a few months before, except for a few rather striking differences. The wind swept Jon’s curls to the side, tearful pools of sapphire blue desperately searching for the boy’s gaze.

His domino was off, and for his credit, Damian’s gaze stayed steely, looking straight ahead. The black cape he wore whipped around him in the Gotham chill, the reds of his kevlar suit bringing out his caramel complexion.

Touching down onto the rooftop, Jon inched closer to him until Damian stood straight up, fiddling with the mask in his hand, seemingly a nervous tactic.

One tries to fly away…

“Stop.”

Damian looked up, piercing the indestructible Kryptonian with his gaze. He twirled the mask in his hand, debating whether or not to put it back on. Jon stood in front of him, having recoiled at his words.

This boy, someone he had once treasured and still did, someone he would have once killed for, had gone as Damian's best friend, and had come back as someone completely different.

If it had just been the trauma, he would have understood, who else but him understood how deep a scarred childhood could go.

He had never treated Jon as anything less than an equal. He, yes, had looked down on him, had once considered him a danger to society as we know it, but he had never treated him as an incapable small child, someone who could have gone off the rails at any given moment, destroying everything.

Sure, that was a little hypocritical, and perhaps he was justifying himself a bit too much because he probably has done exactly that,, but that wasn't the point.

The point was it had always been them two, Jon and Damian against the world.

And then Jon came back older. bigger , stronger, with a stupid boyfriend.

Romance was stupid. Feelings were stupid.

And so, he closed himself off. If everything was going to change, if his oldest, only friend, was going to change and leave him alone with all these incompetent people who called themselves heroes, then he sure as hell was going to make sure he left first.

And the other stays…

“Dami…I-”

Jon reached out again for him, watching the pain fill the green eyes he’d so desperately missed.

He’d come back, and sure, he didn't say bye, but they were still the Super Sons, right? Robin and Superboy, although now he was technically the oldest AND tallest of the two, but he could muster up some big brother energy and let his name go first.

He knew he would have o take more charge now, be a bit more assertive here, and that was in. He couldn't understand how or why Damian was so appalled about this. It hurt that they wouldn't go to school together again or grow up together, but that would pass, and Jon had already gotten much more used to being practically an adult, so why hasn't damian?

They were still best friends. They would always be best friends.

He knew he was all Damian had, so why was the younger trying to pull away so much?

Two birds of a feather….

They stood there, on the rooftop, these conflicting thoughts running through their heads.

“You’re so much taller then me now.” Damian spoke suddenly.

Jon took a step closer and tried to joke. “Yeah, shorty-pants.”

“You're bigger, broader. Your hair got longer. A part of me swore it was you, when i saw you coming towards me. But everything else didn't know who you were.”

Damian made a motion as if he were hugging himself, and as he looked down, Jon could feel the hurt coming off in waves.

“The only thing that could vaguely clue me in was your eyes. Same beautiful, haunting shade of blue. But they held ghosts. They were so deeply pained, heavy with trauma. Not my Jon’s eyes.”

The Super’s throat went dry, and while his heart broke at the description and his eyes welled with tears, anger bubbled up instead.

“So what, you’re blaming my six year space trauma for whatever the hell is goinng on between us right now? Because if thats the case, then kid, you’re just as spoiled and entitled as-”

A broken laugh was barked out, as Damian pointed at him with his mask.

“That, that right there is another reason. I don’t even know if you relized it. You wanna know the top reasonon this list? It’s because i lost my best friend.”

“Damian. I am right here.” Jon spat out each word as if they caused a vile taste in his mouth.

“Everyone mourns the loss the little boy, but i couldnt fucking care less. I lost the only person who would ever consider me an equal. One who wouldnt judge me for who i was, who i’ve become. Someone who would stick through with me. Not one who would call me ‘kid’ and force me out of missions. I don’t need another goddamn big brother, Jon, I have six older siblings. i have never seen you as kin, i never will.”

Say that they’re always gonna stay together….

Domino was plastered back on, completing the walls being built back up. They had seen each other at their most vulnrable, and Damian was never letting anyne past his barriers ever again.

He told himself that he didn't care about the tears in Jon’s eyes, the soft little cries. He forced himself to keep the water pouring from his own eyes concealed in his mask

“Is that just it then?” Jon scrubbed his eyes. “Are we done?”

Damian paused, willing himse;f to keep his voice steady. “If that is how you wish to call it.”

“What about younger us? What about the Super Sons?”

The bat swiveled around. “Keep their name and their legacy out of your mouth, Superman. We are not them. We can never be them again.”

His mask slipped, just slightly, but enough for Jon to see the tearful emerald eyes.

He stood on the edge of the roof, cape flowing behind him.

“Goodbye, Jonathan Kent.”

His hearing caught the pained sobs as the younger boy collapsed on a nearby rooftop, his heartbeat thumping erratically.

Jon had the urge to chase after him, to help him and comfort him, but he knew that nothing would help him break through those walls again. Still, he stuck for a bit, crying himself until he heard Damian’s broken voice sniffle into his comms.

“Please, Oracle, can you send for one of my siblings to come, I am at (coordinates). Thank you. No. I’m not injured. But not okay, either.”

He flew up into the air, leaving Gotham behind him.

Still, despite that night, a part of his heart would always, always belong to Damian, to Gotham. Therefore, he couldn't stop himself from uttering what he was sure would be his last words to his old best friend, knowing he would never hear it himself.

��Goodbye, Damian Wayne.”

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@super-sons-week-2023

#damian wayne #jondami #damijon #super sons #super sons week 2023 #jon kent #jonathan samuel kent #firendship breakup whoops-#thaat still counts right admins?#sorry guys i did warn u tho #angst #hurt no comfort #my writing #i was sleep deprived dont blame me #two birds song #can be read as romantic or platonic

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autogeneratedkahootnickname · 1 year

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Yeah so I'm an Amber apologist until the day I die.

I do think there's potentially a minor writing hiccup but I'm gonna set things out as best I can from my understanding.

What a lot of people don't pick up on, and what the show tries to convey in episode 5, is that Mark has been a phenomenally shitty boyfriend to Amber. We only see a few brief snippets of him cancelling some dinner plans, but this has been a constant, unfaltering issue for 3 months. 'He's late, he doesn't show, and he always has some shitty excuse.' From Amber's point of view, it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to think she means nothing to him.

But she recognises that the situation is complex, and she cares about him, and she sees that he IS trying, if not enough. So she gives him second chance after second chance. Honestly far longer than she should have done.

But yeah, their relationship is on the ROCKS for a LONG time. But since we see Mark superheroing throughout most of that, we can't put ourselves in her shoes.

So then, flash forward to Upstate U and the reveal. My controversial theory, but the one I think most makes sense in terms of writing, is that Amber didn't know Mark was Invincible until he tells her.

Amber is visibly startled when she sees Mark flying in her room. Granted she would be even if she knew, but it leans more to her not knowing than the contrary.

Amber does not know who Invincible is at Upstate U, and she never refers to him by name in the confrontation: 'I know you're a superhero', 'fly away, flyboy'. If she had known 'weeks beforehand' a cursory google would have been likely. She would be more likely to refer to him by name.

Amber is very intelligent, she's quick-witted, she's an expert at putting up walls as a defence mechanism and she hates being lied to. She would be capable of concealing her surprise, and wouldn't want to lose control in the conversation, but honestly she doesn't have to. Because her reaction seems genuine, even if its less premeditated than she puts on.

Amber goes into that interaction thinking Mark is a liar, a coward, a flake and an asshole. That interaction recontextualises him as a liar, a flake and an asshole. In different ways sure, but the end result is the same. Amber's whole issue is that she doesn't feel valued by Mark, and she's just been told that he was hiding an entire secret life from her because he didn't trust her. Also, Mark is not 'trusting her now': he's using Invincible as a retroactive get out of jail free card for being an asshole for 3-4 months. He frames it in a way that, even if its unintentional on his part, makes her out to be small, and petty, and irrational: 'because im out saving lives or protecting the planet.' It sounds like he's blaming her for being mad at him, and he's SO SURE she'll forgive him everything in that moment. She doesn't want to let him off the hook for being shitty, and Mark's behaviour isn't helping. This is supposed to convey that the way he treated her isn't ok even if he was a superhero, and he shouldn't expect it to be.

And she isn't happy about being angry with him! The scene ends with her looking pensive, conflicted, because the walls she put up in that scene do not reflect her character! She goes back to Mark to make sure he's alright, because she sees his actions in a different light, and bear in mind, at this point, Mark is still viewed by the public as someone who played a pretty substantial role in killing around 50,000 people at a guess. She's not going back to him because he's a hero now. He's public enemy number 2. That is an INCREDIBLE amount of integrity and dedication, traits she's displayed repeatedly throughout the season through her grassroots support of local communities.

William literally says in his pep talk to Mark:

'But you were a shitty boyfriend to Amber and you got what you deserved'. This is Mark's number 1 fan. Laying it out in front of us.

And last, but of course, not least,

Guys she's fucking seventeen cut her some slack jesus christ she's not a calculator

#invincible #amber apologist #well not an apologist coz that implies she did something wrong #like. i wont lie a lot of it does feel misogynistic?#'innocent man persecuted by crazed nagging irrational girlfriend' hmmm #dont like it #she deserves so much better #like some people literally say she's worse than omni-man because 'at least he had a coherent world view' really? fucking really?#edit: since making this post i have learned about the term misogynoir #which i feel is very applicable here

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honey-mice · 5 months

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to anyone who thinks people are fearmongering about trump please take a fucking second to remember that fearmongering involves exaggeration. people arent fucking exaggerating about the destruction trump will do if he gets into office again. please please please look up project 2025. its not a fucking exaggeration. its real. stop pretending that you can just not vote and that will do anything!! people who support trump will vote no matter how much you think we can just boycott voting. you are just giving them the win at that point! i genuinely cant understand how fucking out of the loop of the world you must be to think boycotting voting will do jack shit in this stupid country.

also i think some people have this idea that there arent a lot of trump supporters. well thats great if you are in a place where you dont encounter any, seriously that sounds wonderful. but i regret to inform you that they do exist and there are still a lot of them. less than 5 minutes away from my house there are people that hold little trump rallys every couple of months. 3 members of my extended family are very heavy trump supporters and there are at least 7 that are probably going to vote for him. by my house there are multiple people on the street with trump flags still flying. and thats all just stuff thats close to me. in this little bubble. please stop pretending that just because you and your friends know trump is awful that it means the rest of the country agrees with you. it is important to realize how many people still support him. because if you dont it can lead people to do what i said before, be stupid and think its better to not vote.

if you need people to say shit about what great things biden has done and the good sides of him and all that shit to literally think you shouldnt vote against trumps plans for a dictatorship then you are fucking hopeless. you shouldnt need people to win your over with biden to vote against trump. if you arent a white cishet ablebodied christian man then you will be fucked if trump gets into office. i dont like biden. im not going to sugar coat that man so that people dont vote for someone who will strip them of all of their rights. open your fucking eyes. boycotting voting is the stupidest shit ive ever heard.

#politics #us politics

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wanderingcritter · 5 months

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🐅 and 🐞!

🐅 ➤ Sort of? I usually only dress in natural/earthy colors which might be connected to my therianthropy in someway, as for specific theriotypes tho not really. If im feeling particularly connected to my canine types I might wear a tail or dress more masculine, but other than that no I dress pretty much the same all the time.

🐞 ➤ Yep! I have shifts from time to time. Mental, phantom, and dream shifts are the ones I experience. Most of the time they're canine centric.

Mental shifts are pretty uncommon, at least the ones that are actually intense enough for me to realize they're happening lol. I'll have them maybe once every few months. The ways I feel/act depend on what triggered the shift or what environment I was in when it happened, but usually I'll become energetic and more aware of my surroundings, I think less in actual thoughts and more so in basic emotions/instincts, I want to be away from humans and civilization, sometimes i'll have an increased prey drive or become more aggressive, and speaking feels uncomfortable. It's both a fun and annoying experience; fun because i feel more in tune with myself and feel physically stronger, annoying because usually when it happens im not in a place/situation where I can indulge it so I have to ignore it and act normal to the best of my abilities until it goes away.

Phantom Shifts really only happen when I meditate, or my body is otherwise relaxed (like when Im trying to sleep). The most common limb I'll feel are paws in place of my hands, but Ive also felt paws on my feet, a muzzle, wings on my back, and fangs. The best way I can describe how they feel is like wearing a glove or a shoe. Even though it technically isn't part of your body, you can still feel it attached to you, and if someone touched it you'd still be able to feel it.

Dream Shifts are the least common but most enjoyable shifts I have. Oddly, Im rarely physically nonhuman during these shifts, rather Im just able to run on all fours really fluidly, fly, vocalize, and/or in a mental shift mindset. I've always had extremely vivid and lifelike dreams where I can see, hear, and feel almost everything (both a blessing and a curse), so it's nice being able to feel almost fully nonhuman for once.

#critter asks #therian #therianthropy #theriotype #canine therian #werewolf kin #wolfblood kin #otherkin #alterhuman #nonhuman #transspecies #mental shift #phantom shift #species dysphoria #anti rq #anti transid

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 2 years

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hello hello! can i request a clancy grey x masc!reader oneshot based on the song ‘two birds’ by regina spektor? maybe where y/n and clancy were at east river together but clancy abandoned y/n when the camp got raided and y/n was taken to thurmond, and then they reunite when the camp gets shut down?

Two Birds // Clancy Gray

request: featured above

prompts: none

summary: you were just beginning to fall in love with clancy when he betrayed you and hundreds of other kids. a year later you see him again, and he asks you to join him. will you forgive him for everything that he’s done?

warnings: language, mentions of weapons, mind control, clancy being an asshole, not proofread

word count: 1.4k

a/n: hi!!! this is my first fic in a long time, so i hope it’s not too bad! and im so sorry i didn’t respond to your request sooner, i didn’t see it in my inbox until today!! i really hope you like it though!! :)) also i kinda mixed parts of the book and the movie in this, cause i couldn’t decide which one to base the fic off of! and i wrote this as gn!reader instead of masc!reader, so i hope that’s ok!

Two birds on a wire

One tries to fly away

And the other watches him close from that wire

He says he wants to as well

But he is a liar

It was another magical night at East River. Sure, it might not have been perfect, but anything would seem magical after the two years you spent in Caledonia. You were sitting next to Clancy on a log in front of the campfire, listening to a young Yellow tell the story of when she first discovered her abilities. You tried to pay attention, but it was late and after a long day of working you could feel your eyes slowly drift closed. You felt an arm around you, and immediately jolted awake, before relaxing when you realized it was just Clancy pulling you over to rest your head on his shoulder.

You relaxed once more, and felt yourself beginning to drift off, the voice of the yellow and Clancy’s warmth lulling you to sleep. Just as you were about to drift off, you heard it. The steady thrum of helicopters nearing East River. You woke up immediately, looking to the sky to see three helicopters flying directly overhead. Before you could even stand up, trucks began driving in through the entrances. You were surrounded.

I'll believe it all

There's nothing I won't understand

I'll believe it all

I won't let go of your hand

“Clancy, what’s happening?” you asked, panic rising in your voice.

But he didn’t say anything. Instead he stood up, beginning to walk over towards where the helicopters were lowering their ladders.

“Clancy?” you asked once more.

“I’m sorry,” he said, turning to look at you, before continuing to his destination.

You felt your entire body run cold. He knew about this. He planned this. East River was just a set up. Your so-called “paradise” had turned out to be a trap all along. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t even move, it felt like your entire world had just fallen apart. How could he do this to everyone? How could he do this to you?

Two birds on a wire

One says "C'mon" and the other says "I'm tired"

The sky is overcast and I'm sorry

One more or one less

Nobody's worried

You barely even registered the figures climbing down the ladders until you saw the flames begin to spread. So this had been his plan all along. Give up the location of East River to get the PSFs to come, and to bring Reds along with them. You sat there and watched in horror as the place you had come to call home went up in flames. Cabins burned and children screamed all around you. But you still couldn’t move.

You were betrayed. You were heartbroken. All you could think about was how stupid you had been. Why would Clancy ever love you? Sure you were both Oranges, but you had no idea how to use your abilities. He had tried to teach you how to use them, but it had been fruitless. About two months in you told him that it was pointless. He had assured you that it didn’t matter if you couldn’t use them, but you knew better. He saw himself as better than you, as better than everyone at East River. Maybe things would’ve been different if you could figure out your abilities. Or maybe he’s just too narcissistic to care about anyone else but himself.

Before you could even react, a pair of arms grabbed you harshly and zip tied your hands together, dragging you away from where you had been sitting. Slowly you registered the movement and realized what was happening. You were getting taken back to a camp. And judging by the fact of having already escaped a camp once, you were going to end up somewhere way worse than Caledonia.

I'll believe it all

There's nothing I won't understand

I'll believe it all

I won't let go of your hand

It had almost been a year since you were taken to Thurmond. Almost a year since the guy you thought you love betrayed you and hundreds of other kids, all sent to camps or worse.

In that year, you had changed. You couldn’t remember the last time you had smiled. Hell, you haven’t even spoken a single word since you got here. You were a shell of who you used to be. Filled with nothing but anger and pain.

You were standing at a table lacing up boots, when you heard commotion growing outside. There was screaming and gunshots. You braced yourself for the Calm Control, but it never came. Before anyone could turn it on, the power shorted out. The door to the warehouse you were in burst open, and an army of kids stood on the other side. With none other than Clancy Gray standing front and center.

Two birds of a feather

Say that they're always gonna stay together

But one's never going to let go of that wire

He says that he will

But he's just a liar

You felt yourself freeze, you hadn’t seen Clancy since that night. He looked like he hadn’t changed at all, but there was a certain age to him. His eyes were heavier, and he looked worn down. But still as angry as ever.

“Drop your weapons!” he shouted out.

Every single PSF in the room dropped their guns, their eyes growing milky at his words.

“Leave!” Clancy spoke once more.

The guards began walking, filling out the door and walking straight out of the gates of the camp. You looked around, seeing the shocked faces on all of the Greens standing around you. You had to pretend to be one of them to avoid getting killed.

“Today’s your lucky day! I’m recruiting you. No more rotting away in a prison. Join my army and fight back against all of the people that ever hurt you. We’re not staying silent anymore. Who’s with me?”

Everyone around you practically erupted into cheers. Relief and excitement filling their faces. But you knew better. You couldn’t trust Clancy. Not again. Not after what happened last time. But things were different this time, it turns out that a year alone in your head was all you needed to master your abilities.

And so you yelled your first word in almost a year.

“No!”

Everyone around you fell silent.

Two birds on a wire

One tries to fly away and the other

Watches him close from that wire

He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar

“Y/n L/n,” Clancy said as he walked towards you. “God it’s been what, a year now? I’ve been looking for you. You’d make a great addition to my army. Even though you can’t use your abilities, you can still hold a gun. Right?”

You ignored his jabs at you. “You’re controlling them, aren’t you? Why else would they be following you?”

“Ouch, so harsh. But if you must know, yes I am. How else are they supposed to keep fighting no matter what?”

“That’s fucked up Clancy. Can’t you see that?”

“So maybe it is. What are you going to do about it?”

“This,” you smirked. Looking at the kids standing behind Clancy you shouted, “Wake up!”

Instantly his control over them disappeared, hundreds of the kids collapsed from exhaustion, and a bunch of others started to run away. Clancy’s face fell as the realization finally hit him. You were an actual threat now.

“Impressive. Too bad you couldn’t figure that out a year ago. Why don’t you join me? We’ll lead side by side, getting rid of everyone in our way.”

“There is no way in hell that I am ever working with you,” you said, glaring at him.

“Fine, have it your way.”

Clancy stared at you, his eyes turning Orange. You felt him beginning to prod at your mind. But you stayed strong, fighting him off and keeping him out. Clancy’s smug face faltered as he kept trying to enter your mind.

“What the-?”

“Guess I learned a lot more than you thought, huh?” you gloated.

You were about to walk away to help the sick and injured kids behind Clancy when you had an idea. You reached out and touched his hand.

“You don’t remember anything. And you don’t know how to use your abilities.”

Clancy’s eyes turned milky as he repeated the words you told him.

“I don’t remember anything. I don’t know how to use my abilities.”

“Leave.”

You pulled your hand back, but Clancy’s eyes didn’t turn back to normal. He turned around and began walking, out of Thurmond and into the forest.

Two birds on a wire

One tries to fly away and the other

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zzhhbloom · 2 years

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demon (or world's best matchmaker?)

≡ᶻᶻ༄ synopsis: a demon from the underworld (read: an owl) has invaded your room. despite your best efforts (involving a lot of running around and deep breaths and textbook projectiles), you resolved to running out of your room after you exhausted your best methods for an exorcism. and unfortunately for you, you ran into hallway crush lee heeseung, who, fortunately for you, was more than willing to assist you in getting your room back.

≡ᶻᶻ༄ genre: heeseung x gn! reader || college!au || acquantainces to friends au || mostly crack and a sprinkle of fluff?

≡ᶻᶻ༄ warnings: cussing and really weird sentence structure that barely make sense im sorry lmao. also y/n is a total scatterbrain and a simp

≡ᶻᶻ༄ word count: ~1.9k

≡ᶻᶻ༄ a/n: i~~~ haven't posted in a while but here we are. a lot of my stories, i'm finding out, are just the most randoms scenarios u can ever imagine translated into a passable reader x [insert character here] fic.

≡ᶻᶻ༄ disclaimer: this does not in any way shape or form represent the real people whose names are mentioned, this is just a deranged kpoppie trying something new :)

“There’s...an owl in my room.”

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Yes, that. It sounds exactly like that.”

You were never going to keep your window open ever again.

It had been approximately two (2) months and three (3) days since you moved into the boarding house a block away from your school. Two (2!) months and three (3!!!) days of living on your own for the first time in your life. It was going well, as you had assured your dad that morning. What a naïve fool you were.

Nothing was fine anymore.

Not with the foot-tall demon spawn with bright yellow eyes fluttering around your room as if it owned the place and was looking to clock in after a long day.

You ducked in between your bed and bedside table, praying that it would fly back out the way it came. But after several stretched-out minutes of attempted breathing exercises, you had had enough. You scanned the floor of your room, which was usually pristine but was presently a mess thanks to your frenzied panic. You took hold of your biology textbook, prepared to use it either as a shield or a projectile depending on what the situation called for.

“You can do this,” you hissed at yourself. All you had to do was shoo it back out the window. Simple. “Just think of it as a...a ball. Yeah. A big, easy-to-hit ball. With wings.”

You took three steady breaths. You stood up. You caught sight of it in the corner of your eye, glaring at you with the full force of hell. That was all it took for you to abandon ship without a second thought.

You ran out the door, a silent scream stuck in your throat. You slammed the door behind you on the way out, adrenaline coursing through your veins like ice.

“Are you...okay?”

You looked up at the only other person in the hall at this unholy hour, considerably more sane-looking than you. You knew Lee Heeseung--he was one of the other dozen students that lived in the same boarding house. It was impossible not to notice whenever he walked in a room, much less impossible to avoid looking at him, because JEEPERS did he win the gene pool lottery.

However, at this particular point in the evening, Lee Heeseung was not somebody who you wanted to see you in the middle of the hall wearing the worst pair of pajamas the world had ever seen. So what if you’d only spoken to him a few times? You still wanted to look normal.

“Are you alright?” he repeated. God, how bad did you look?

“Yeah, yeah,” you swallowed, now having to battle through two (2!!!!) completely different shocking situations. Frankly, you felt like a lot like y/n in one of those cringe imagines people write online.

"There's just a..." you gesticulated vaguely in the direction of your closed door. Way to make a new impression. How the hell were you going to explain...THIS.

"Did somebody enter your room?" Heeseung asked apprehensively, lowering his voice to a whisper and pitching forward so you could hear. He made it sound like you were hiding some saucy secret behind those doors.

"Um..yes? In a sense, I guess you could say that--"

Heeseung looked around and reached for a Swifer mop that so conveniently leaned against the wall like a piece of modern art (and, living in a house with a few fine arts students, it might as well could have been). "So someone is in there? Do you know who?"

"Yeah. That's exactly what they sound like."

"I'm sorry?"

"I think it's better if I just..." you took hold of the door knob and held up your textbook-turned-shield. Heeseung took that as a warning signal and tightened his grip on the neon-green floor mop. You swung the door open as quietly as you could.

A swoop of wings and scrapping of talons burst out of nowhere, heading straight for at you.

BAM

You slammed the door shut. You looked up at Heeseung as if to say, "Do you see my problem?"

"Holy shit," he stared at the wood of the closed door before turning to you. "How long were you trapped in there for?"

You shivered. "Way too long."

Heeseung set his jaw, pulling his hood up over his head like it was a helmet that could do anything against a set of very sharp claws. He tightened his grip on the mop.

"You don't need to do this," you said apologetically. "I can ask someone else."

"I doubt any of the housekeepers are up right now," he extended the mop handle to its maximum length, locking it in place with a click. "So unless you'd like to spend the night in the common room and hope to God it's gone by morning..."

You shook your head vigorously, turning to face the door, your knuckles white around its knob. It was like a spider. Better get it out of the house before you lost sight of it. But even spiders were better than an imp from the underworld.

"On the count of three," he whispered to you.

"Slowly," you nodded. "One..."

"Two,"

At your unified whisper of "Three-!", you twisted the knob creaking the door ajar as quietly as you could. Heeseung peaked in over your head.

"It's on the blinds," he whispered. You could feel his breath ruffling your hair. Snap out of it, you hissed at yourself. Deciding to panic about this scandalously close proximity another day, you creaked the door further open.

The owl perched itself rather uncomfortably on the blinds above your open window. It had its head tucked underneath one wing but looked relatively unharmed. You noted, with immense relief, that your room was also in a better state than you imagined. You guessed it hadn't really done much while you were out except to fly around in a confused circle, and you had been the one at fault for recreating a crime scene.

"It's right there," you hissed at it, gesturing at the wide-open window half a foot away from its talons.

The owl untucked its head and gave you a steely glare. You let out something that sounded a little like "meep!" and held up the textbook up to your face. Psh. Like you could scare it away with diagrams of cell membranes and respiration cycles.

"Let me try," Heeseung stepped in front of you, taking the door knob from your hand and pushing it open micrometer by micrometer. You stared at the owl from under his arm. It stared back at you. Everything about it was unflinching.

Heeseung took a slow, cautious step into the thresholds of your room, holding the mop at the ready. (Some part of your schoolgirl mind was screaming at the fact that the infamous hallway crush Lee Heeseung was in your bedroom!!)

You fell into silent step behind him, clutching your own weak excuse for a weapon and closing the door behind you. The last thing any one of you wanted was to have the owl fly out into the hall and wake up everyone in the house (and risk getting kicked out now that you've finally made contact with Lee Heeseung. Of course that's not what was really important).

The two of you crossed the room, holding your breath and freezing up your joints whenever the owl so much as blinked. At one point, it stretched its neck to an unnatural length and lifted its wings. Heeseung took an instinctive step back, nearly knocking you over. And like in all those cliché y/n moments, you would have promptly fell over on your behind if you hadn't caught hold of the back of his hoodie. Thankfully, Heeseung wasn't as much of a klutz as you were, and he braced himself to keep you both from falling over, reaching an arm back to steady you if you needed it.

The owl was so close now. Heeseung extended the Swifer's mop end. Slowly, carefully, he lifted it until it was inches away from the owl's talons. It flapped its wings and your heart almost stopped permanently.

"Hey, buddy," Heeseung murmured soothingly in a voice that would have put babies to sleep in seconds. He poked the mop carefully against the bird's scaly talons of death. "Need a ride outta here?"

Somehow, the owl decided it quite liked this human with a weird stick it was shoving in its face. It shifted its weight onto the stick, offering one, slow, inquisitive blink.

You pinched the corner of Heeseung's hoodie, ready to pull him backwards to safety or offer him as a sacrificial offering depending again on what the situation called for. You needed to be ready for anything.

Soon, he began to lift the Feathered Thing with Eyes of the Highest Hatred away from the blinds. Slowly, carefully, steadily, hushing soothing nothings all the way. You knew it was meant for the bird but damn, was it working a little too well.

The mop was now low enough that all the owl had to do was turn around and fly out. But it kept its gaze fixedly on the two of you, as if two humans had gone and flown into its bedroom.

"Don't you dare fly at me," you told those all-seeing eyes.

"You heard them," Heeseung warned, voice slow and deep as he slowly inched the mop--and its passenger--out the gaping window. "Don't. You dare. Fly."

The mop was now hanging a foot outside the window. You wondered how the scene would have looked like to a passerby below--a bright green Swifer mop poking out of an open third-story window at a ridiculous hour with--heaven help them--an OWL perched ever so precariously atop it.

The owl stared at the two of you, as if to say "What now?". The two of you stared right back at it, unflinching.

A stale eternity passed. Dust particles could have been heard resting lightly on the tabletop.

Then, without warning, Heeseung shook the mop vigorously, sparing no profanity in exclaiming, "Good fucking night to you, sir!"

The owl flew majestically off into the night as if it hadn't just been thrown off a mop head. You ran to the window and slammed it shut. You didn't realize you were laughing until you tried to say something and choked on the words. Heeseung was laughing, too, pulling his hood back and looking up at the Swifer in equal parts disbelief and reverence.

"I ca't believe that worked," you managed in between bouts of laughter.

"This is going on my list of greatest life achievements for sure."

"You could start a business."

"Of throwing owls out of windows?"

"Oh, for sure," you pointed at the Swifer. "You could even get sponsored by them."

Heeseung laughed, and your face warmed. "Would you testify to the quality of my services as my first client?"

"Sure," you piped. "Cute, extremely efficient, but nearly threw the mop out the window. I demand 5% of the profit, by the way."

Heeseung was still hung up on the second word you said, a smirk spreading across his face and eyes sparkling. "I should get going. It's late. You probably want to fix up." He waved at the crumpled sheets and scattered books littered across your little room.

He picked his way through the obstacle of your belongings, turning around at the door to say. "I can't guarantee you 5% of my smashing new start-up," Heeseung went along with the bit. "But how about we hang out some time instead? Preferably without any feathered wildlife present, if that's...cool with you?"

You were laughing a lot today. "Yeah, yeah," you leaned against the door frame. Maybe that owl wasn't such a demon after all. "I'd really like that."

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bonus: From the trees, the owl watched the exchange between the two humans happen with a smug expression. Or at least, as smug as an expression an owl can muster.

Mission accomplished. With a triumphant "whooo!" it pushed off from the branch and flew off into the night.

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equallyshaw · 2 years

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𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔶𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔧𝔬𝔰𝔱

Warnings: talks of trauma/ptsd, parents killed in car accident.

Word Count: 2.9 k

also it's 2019-2020 here. got her license in 2019, dont mind the mask. also, she is nameless. an oc without a name.

Sour Masterlist.

Tyson is interchanging between you and he, in this.

Happy New Years!! Hope you guys had a wonderful evening, wish all the best this new year :)

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I got my driver's license last week

Just like we always talked about

'Cause you were so excited for me

⊹

We met at a Gabe's christmas party, in 2016. I knew Mel from my older sister, they both worked in the same industry. At 18 years old, I still hadn't learned how to drive due to a car accident when I was a kid. I remember I admitted that after we had spent the night with one another two months after we had been talking. You smiled at me, no amusement, no sarcasm or snort in sight. You genuinely, wanted to teach me how to drive and I remember blushing like a fool, and happy tears brim my eyes. Nobody had ever offered, besides my sister.

The very next time we hanged out, on a sunny April afternoon, you smiled and somehow got me to get in that damn drivers seat. I remember having an anxiety attack, I began to shake and cry. With flashbacks of that horrible accident, with me in the backseat. You instantly jumped out of the car, opened the driver's car and kneeled down next to me. Your hands found mine, then set a hand on my knee. Comforting me as much as you could, not knowing or understanding how I felt. You wiped my tears away, giving me a small comforting smile. I frowned then, my lips quivering. You shushed me, bringing my hands up to your mouth and giving them a kiss. You promised me you were there, and that you'd always be. A few minutes later, you hopped back into the passenger seat and told me that I could do this, even if I went less than ten miles an hour in this abandoned parking lot. Somehow, someway I actually drove. Afterwards we got froyo, and I still remember the absolute horrible stomach ache you got. We barely made it to my aunt's house, a few block's drive. You came out of the washroom, and instantly placed your hands on my cheeks, giving me a huge kiss. I remember smiling, and wrapping my hands around yours. We parted, and you told me right then and there. "There is no chance in hell baby you're not getting your permit now!" You playfully joked, and then we marched down to the DMV.

⊹

And you're with that blonde girl

⊹

September rolled around, and so did training camp. You weren't at the DMV like you had promised you'd be. You promised that you were going to fly out a week early just to come with me and be there. Yet, you were not. Then I drove down to downtown Denver, to spend a day in the city shopping before class and I saw you. And I saw her. I swallowed the tears that began to form, before I turned around and out of that coffee shop. Im certain, you noticed my hair as I whipped around.

⊹

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

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We were together from Feburary of that year, and seemingly broke up around the beginning of August, though I had no idea. You forgot to mention that part, Ty. I think back to the times of no clarity, times where I felt like I was walking on egg shells. Feeling like I had to be somebody different, though I wasn't good enough. You forgot to remember or failed to realize, how in love I was. But you knew. You knew how I felt, confessing the same exact thing to me. How did that change? How did I not become enough? It took me a few months to finally feel like I could breathe, without feeling guilty. It always felt like one step forward and three steps back. It was like I was the love of your life, then I wasn't.

It made me angry. How could you simply discard me? Was I know longer enough for you? You toyed with me for some time, got bored and dumped me without telling me? Or were we never what I thought we were? Gabe and Mel tried their hardest to be there for me, but you were his teammate; so he could only be there so much for me. Mel didn't understand and her and my sister would have conversations here and there. You Tyson, just didn't seem like the type to do that. Though, here we are. I just don't see how you could be ok with your best friend to slip away like that, or was I never your best friend?

⊹

And all my friends are tired

Of hearing how much I miss you, but

I kinda feel sorry for them

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah

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I knew around Feburary, a year from when we started to date; everybody was tired about hearing him. How I would sometimes see him around town with that blonde girl. I knew they were tired hearing of how much I missed you. Though, they'd never understand. Mel and Gabe would never understand where I would come from. I felt sorry for them, that they'd never see that kid like freedom and kid like spontaneity from him. He'd always have to feel like he had to be 'on' around them, in order to be taken seriously.

They'd never know of him showing up to my sister's house at 9 am on a Sunday with coffee and a donut from the bakey down the street. Or the random brunch dates he would drag me to. Though, I always wanted to go. Free coffee, wouldn't you go? I took a gap year between my senior year of highschool and college, and that year was spent intandem with him. We would stay up to late talking with morning walks with coffee, and my sister and I's dog. We would run off to the zoo every so often, or to the Denver art museum, or one time we went to Breckenridge to ski and snowbaord. Though middway through, he found me in the lobby doing an 'Après-ski' but with hot coco and a croissant. He smiled at me, before giggling as he sat down in front of me at the coffee bar. Nobody knew the real Tyson, that so very few understood and witnessed. Despite, him dropping me like I was nothing; I'll be forever grateful for that time of freedom and childlike bliss with him.

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I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fuckin' love you

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Once I got my license, I used to drive to Mel and Gabe's a lot in order to babysit them. You and a teammate named Jt, moved into a townhouse near them and sometimes I'd take the long way to go past; always to see if you were home. I sometimes drive past the zoo, the museums, the canal where we cayaked, the coffee shops and places where we had brunch dates. The bowling alley where some teammbonding and better halves dates happened. There are some days that I just end up at a place, without thinking. Once I park, or catch the street signs; I then realize where im at. Then head home or someplace else. I still love you Ty, and unfortunetly I can't fucking stop. Im afraid I never will.

⊹

I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

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There were SO many times we got stuck in traffic, where some of our deepest and most revealing conversations happened. Where some of our fights happened, too. So many times I find myself in the passenger seat, hoping that when I looked over to my sister in the drive's seat, it'd somehow be you. And vice versa. Before we started dating, and right after we met you wanted to take me to see the christmas lights around the city. On the 22nd before you left for home in BC. I smiled shyly, and nodded at the christmas party. We drove around the suburbs, looking at the lights before making our way towards the city. We got stuck in traffic ten minutes away from the zoo lights, and for the first time in my life, I felt incredibly connected to somebody my age.

After my parents died in the car accident, with me in the back seat; I always had trouble connecting with those around me because nobody understood what it was like going through something so life changing and horrific. So I kept to myself, especially the four years after. I finally made two friends, but other than that; I did not have anybody. Certaintly, no boy as a friend. You were my first friend guy friend, and that made me warm and fuzzy inside. In the most platonic and innocence way. I kept that hidden until late Feburary, and again no judgement or alternate thoughts came from you. You accepted that huge part of me, one that has forged a barrier between me and driving. Me and growing up as an adult, and moving on in life. I was always scared that when that happened, I'd be leaving a period of life, a chapter of life that my parents were not apart of. I was 14 when they died, and told myself I'd never drive in my lifetime. Then you came along. And while we sat in that traffic, as I struggled to hold it together, you made me laugh. You told me about growing up in BC, playing hockey, your little sister. Everything. How you were lucky to have JT through all of this, and that he was your bestfriend after only meeting him at training camp. For one of the first time's after the accident, I felt safe in a car. And it was because of you.

I reached out to you when the Pandemic began in March 2020, over a year since we had first met. Only seven months after you and I stopped talking, well you stopped talking. I simply just wanted to make sure you were safe, and to see how you were doing without hockey. I thought that you weren't gonna respond, then a crisp 2 minutes later you did. You told me how you were doing, how lonely you were feeling a week into being alone in the townhouse while JT went home to Chicago with his girlfriend. How upset that you were not able to secure a plane ride home to BC. And that you missed me. I remember pausing once that single message came in, and rereading it over and over again. I wouldn't cave though. He didn't deserve for me to cave. So I simply stated, 'me too.' And I left you on read for two more weeks.

After three weeks altogether, I got a facetime from you around 2 am Mountain time and you were having your first anxiety attack. I remember my heart beating out of my chest, not know what to do over the phone. Once you calmed down after about 10 minutes on facetime, you looked me in the eyes and apologized. Apologized for not only dropping me but how you treated me sometimes in our relationship. I nodded, thanking you. Yet, not givig him much to draw on. I again reiterated that I wished you the best, and hung up. I deleted out messages that sat at the bottom of my conversations list. I blocked your number, sighing a breath of relief. I needed that closure without realizing it.

Yet, he'd always be there with a thorn. You'd always have a sore spot in my heart but with a warning sign. Because you promised to be there, after everything we went through and how long it took me to get to said place; and you weren't there. Did you even love me, like I loved you?

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@herusername: got my license baby !!!!!

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@mel.landeskog: so proud of you honey!!!!

@sistersusername: so stinking proud of you. Mom and dad would be too🤍

@gabelandeskog: heck yes!!!! Got a new chauffeur now

@herusername: boy bye

@mel.landeskog: my (soul) sister got her licenses today. Never been so proud before, you’re gonna me an amazing aunt. I just know it. Also, a babysitter ;)

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@herusername: ahhh love u. Can’t wait to meet baby landeskog !!!

@bigh0rny: congrats little one 👊🏻

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@bigh0rny: I would like to know why I wasn’t either

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@mel.landeskog: totally !!

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