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[aheckinmess]

Hanging Fire in the Pond [Snipe] (Fluff)

(One-Shot 6/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Snipe x OC, Pro Hero Snipe x OC, Choku Dan, Original Female Character, Snipe is a Gentleman Cowboy, OC is Just Trying to Relax in the Pond, But Snipe's Horse is Eating Her Clothes

Word Count: 1,591 words

Summary: Ichijiku takes a trip to a pond for a swim and a relaxing bath. When a stranger comes by with the same idea, how will she leave with her dignity in tact?

Author's Note: As far as I know, Snipe's real name hasn't been revealed. So for the time being I've given him a name that means "straight shooter" to reference his quirk, at least until he's given a real name canonically in the series. Hope you enjoy!

CONTENT WARNING: Nudity

Ichijiku (Tigress)

Cold, rushing water caresses my skin after a hot day in the sun. The calm, lapping waves wrap around my naked skin like silk as I wipe away the dust and grime from a busy day.

Birds and frogs serenade me from nearby trees and lily pads spinning around me in the pond. The sound of hooves trotting in the distance provides a soothing cadence to steady my wandering thoughts. I take a deep breath and duck under the water, allowing an overflow of serenity to encapsulate every inch of me.

For those few moments, my mind and body hover in a blank plane of existence where I'm untouchable from the hardships of life, until I eventually must resurface for air.

Rubbing the water off my face, I open my eyes to a stranger five feet away from me at the pond's edge. A stranger who's unable to see me as he pulls his shirt off over his head.

My heart jumps in my throat as I glide behind a large mossy rock to peek out from. I've never seen such a man before. He's so handsome. He tosses his shirt aside and then works at the buckle of his trousers. With a soft gasp, I hide with my back against the rock until I hear him step in the water.

A frog disturbs the surface tension and I stay still for a few more moments to make sure my position isn't given away before I peek around slowly again. His bare chest stretches above the surface. Chiseled muscles flex as he moves deeper into the water. Tan skin gleams with rolling droplets in the sunlight as he rubs a wet cloth over his taut skin. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, giving me a better view of his blue dreads.

I should let him know I'm here. I think, but my mouth hangs open when I try to speak. I can only hide behind my rock and ogle him. No, I shouldn't be doing this. My conscience pipes up, making me shake my head and sneak to the other side of the rock towards my clothes on shore. As I move closer, I notice some of them missing.

On the bank, a black horse rubs her nose in my shirt and then pulls my socks and undergarments closer to her along the ground. Internally, I panic, but I try to keep a calm exterior as I duck my head to reach for the clothes when I hear a deep voice.

"Kuroashi! What are you nosing into?"

Just as I reach for my shirt, the man reaches for his horse and we're suddenly a breath away from each other. I glance at the dip of his hips and his eyes droop to the valley of my chest before either of us process what's happening.

"O-Oh!" He falls back into the water with a splash before I see anything, but I'm frozen in horror for a moment before I cover my chest and tuck in the water with a squeal.

His horse remains unbothered and continues rummaging through my clothes.

"I'm sorry, ma'am! I didn't realize anyone else was here." He quickly apologizes.

"I-I should be sorry," I squeak out, submerging every part of my body up to my chin underwater. "I saw you but didn't say anything. I had hoped to make a quiet escape."

"Well, I'm mighty glad I got to see your pretty face before you did." He chuckles.

"I can't say I wasn't fond of the view myself." I smile shyly. My neck gets hot and I pull my soaking hair to the front, shading my burnt cheeks.

An awkward silence stretches between us as we peek at each other. Fantasies of swimming over to touch him skirt the edges of my mind, but I force myself to be good when the sound of munching reminds me of why we met.

"Your horse is eating my undergarments." I giggle as my bra dangles from its snout.

"Gah! She's–Ashi!" He exclaims, hopping out of the pond with everything God gave him exposed to the elements. "Give that here, you nosy thing!" He laughs when she nickers, moving back and forth to make him work for it.

I grin when he finally snatches the bra from his mischievous mare and coaxes her to walk with him so he can toss it into my pile of clothes without letting me see him naked.

"Sorry about that," He rubs the back of his neck, before patting his mare fondly. "Kuroashi can be such a busybody sometimes, but at least she ain't crowbait."

"Crowbait?" I ask as I extend my hand to her and wait to see if she'll sniff me. When she bends her head, I stroke the fur on her cheek.

"Crowbait's just another way of saying she ain't a good quality horse."

"Oh, well I agree. She isn't crowbait. She's lovely." I coo.

"She's a good girl." He gives her a good pat on her shoulder. "Just doesn't know when to keep her nose out of the dirt and mind her own business."

"Does she take after her owner?" I tease.

"I've been known to get involved in another's business a time or two." He smirks. "But only on the odd occasion."

I look down with a grin as I comb my fingers through my soaking hair. My eyes cut over to him a few times. What I wouldn't give to touch him at least once.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Choku. Choku Dan." His goofy smile reveals a set of pearly white teeth. "And what about you?" "Ichijiku." I take a few steps toward the shore until I expose my shoulders again.

"Oh! Right. Well, Ichijiku, let me help you out." Choku moves back around the edge of the pond to his clothes before grabbing a large, red cloak. "Here, darlin', use this to cover yourself."

He holds it open for me and I gather my clothes as I step out of the water and on land. Wrapping me up in his cloak, the cool wind isn't so bad, especially when he's trapping me in his warmth being so close. He buttons the clasps and I find myself mesmerized by the look on his face.

"What were you doin' out here anyway, sweetheart?" His brown eyes sparkle under the setting sun. "It ain't often I happen upon someone as beautiful as you in this pond. It's not exactly easy to get to."

"I often come to the woods for an adventure. Sometimes I need to go for a swim; though, skinny dipping today was a first." I chuckle nervously.

"I'm sure not complaining." His gaze shifts to my lips for half a second before his cheeks tinge pink and he looks back at me. "I-I mean, unless that makes you uncomfortable, ma'am."

"I'm more uncomfortable that you keep looking at me like that without kissing me."

I don't know where my boldness comes from but I can't say I regret it when he dips his head and closes the distance. Warm, soft lips dance with mine and I melt against him, his thin cloak the only thing separating us. It ends far too quickly, but that's probably good considering how fast my head spins when he pulls back.

"Sure didn't expect to do that when I came out here today." He presses his forehead to mine and we're close enough I hear the beat of his heart.

"I didn't either. I doubt there's anything more surprising to top it." I admit.

"Really now? What if I told you this pond is on private property and you're under arrest?" He slips his hands under the cloak to snag my wrists playfully.

I might be worried except he's smiling far too big for him to mean it.

"I'd say, 'Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list.'" I giggle.

"Who puts getting arrested on their bucket list?!" His laughter bounces off the trees as he shakes his head in amusement.

"The same lady who just kissed you wearing nothing but your cloak."

That seems to flip a switch in his head as he lets out another yelp and goes to grab his clothes and shuffle into them.

"Shit, that's right! I meant to offer you a ride back to wherever you needed to go. I'm sorry. I've been hanging fire this whole time!"

"Hanging fire?" I ask. I think I like learning about his cowboy slang.

"Delaying or getting held up." He explains as his pants zip and he throws on his shirt. "Come on, honey, Ashi and I will have you home lickety split."

"Oh, thank you. I don't mean to inconvenience you. I can walk if–"

"Nonsense. It's no trouble at all, ma'am. Let me help you up." He lifts me up as I keep his cloak secured, then he stuffs my clothes in his saddle bags.

By the time he reaches my house, the crickets sing to us as the remaining daylight wanes. He helps me off Kuroashi and I take my clothes gratefully.

"Wait here and I'll change so I can give you your cloak back." I say as I fish my keys from my jean pocket.

"Don't worry about it, ma'am. I've got more at home, I promise."

"Oh...are you sure? It's yours. It doesn't feel right to take it."

"I'm sure, darlin'. I imagine it'll give me a reason to come back." He winks.

Want More Snipe? Try: Bullet in a Gun

[alyslittlehaven]

First Time, First Rite. Azriel x OC A part of my 'Moonlight Weaver' Series I am making, during one of the annual visits to moon-haven, Azriel finds himself intertwined with the towns lady, the moonlight weaver Ezme, to help her with the fertility rite.

Warnings: Soft sex, Giggling, cutesy smut. very vulnerable Azriel, Sex in a pond, sex that magically fuels the land. "Are you staying, Shadowsinger?"

Azriel felt his words die in his throat as he looked at the woman, her back turned to him as she undid her dress. Ezme was ethereal—a true otherworldly type of beauty he was so drawn to. Her careful words and gentle touches fueled his days when he had come to see her on 'business.' Like he always does. His eyes raked down her body. A small breath left him as he walked up behind her and carefully untied the laces.

"You want me to watch?"

She let out a thoughtful hum before looking at Azriel from over her shoulder, his eyes finally finding hers again as he finished untying her corset. Her body visibly relaxing as she felt the tension around her waist and chest fade away. "I wouldn't mind some company for the rite." Her voice carried confidently as she turned away from him, her hands moving the straps and slowly letting the dress fall off of her shoulders, a warm smile quickly taking her features.

Azriel's attention lingered on her figure as she fixed her hair; he was a simple man, after all. He turned his head away, gently clearing his throat as he let her have her privacy. His eyes widened slightly as a wisp of moonlight swirled around him, his eyes staying on the moving tendril of white light before it swiftly moved up and curled under her chin, forcing his gaze over to Ezme. His breath hitched in his throat as he stared, wide-eyed, at her. The softly glowing tendril slowly retreated to move around her frame. 

“I wouldn’t mind if you participated.”

Her baby blue, almost white eyes now had a hint of yellow swirling in their depths. Her arms were wrapped around her chest to hide her breasts. The moonlight practically seeped into her skin and the lake, just like the stories had said about her and the moon. It's one child—its walking embodiment. Azriel finally let out the breath he was holding as the shock suddenly left his system. The notion of participating in the rite was intimate enough in general, but to actually complete the ritual with a woman like her overwhelmed his senses. 

It was no secret that the moonlight weaver was a dangerous woman , that she could kill you with the simple swipe of a hand. Simply trying to provide a haven for the people who needed it. Which had been created in the somewhat large town they stood on the outskirts of, their most sacred ceremony.

And she was offering to have him perform it with her.

Years and years of searching for someone to want him, to need him just as much as he needed them, practically fell apart as he watched her let her fingers dip into the water, treading across the ponds surface as she walked towards the waterfall. The body of water glowing a bright white, the color seemingly the same shade as the moon that reflected off of it. 

Azriel's wings shuddered behind him as the milky tendrils brushed through and around them, his eyebrows shooting up in confusion as he looked from her to the bundle of moonlight wisps. "You would let me?" His gaze flicked back over to her as the wisps practically purred in his presence, the words coming out more confused than he would have liked. Completely smashing his ego in the process. Ezme's frame, walking deeper into the pond, said, "I am asking, aren't I?" The water was now about up to her belly button, the ends of her hair flowing in the water behind her as she spoke. Her careful words were chosen, particularly not to spook the man behind her. To say he intrigued her was an understatement. Rhysand had been right to send him in hopes she would find him interesting all those months ago.

Azriel couldn't bear to tear his eyes away from Ezme as she stood, treading water. The glow from the pond bathed them both in an almost angelic light. His gaze slowly traveled down her figure, his breath nearly hitching in his throat when she reached up to put her hair in a ponytail. Her eyes remained locked on his, capturing his thoughts completely.

Any woman or man who she attempted to bed would simply be a fool to turn her down. And Azriel was a lot of things, but he would not let himself be a fool.

"Clothes off before you get in..."

He found himself undoing his fighting leathers, taking his time as she slowly turned back to the waterfall, calmly waiting for him there, basking in the cool air from the water. A small spark ignited in his brain as he got his top off and started to work away on his trousers. Eventually, when his clothes were reduced to a heap on the floor, He carefully stepped into the water, making his way to her until they were standing side by side.

He watched as she leaned forward, cupping her hands above her head as her eyes closed and she drank from the falls. The water around them suddenly glowed much brighter than before, the magic seeping off of her like the water fell off of the cliff in front of them. Its overwhelming presence is soothing to Azriel. He took a minute before he tore his eyes away from her and let himself drink from the water as well, letting out a small laugh and cough at how warm and tingly it was. Ezme let out a small giggle as she took him in, her eyes looking at every line, curve, and scar that was on display in his naked form. A small huff left her before she took a couple of steps into the waterfall. Her arms now lifted above her head as the water cascaded over her, accentuating every curve yet hiding what exactly he wanted to see the most. He watched as she waved him in, a small laugh leaving her again. Axriel carefully folded his wings behind his back and took a few tentative steps forward, feeling a sudden rush of anticipation run through him. His eyes fell on the way she fixed her hair, the water falling over top of the two like a shower.

"Does the water hurt your wings?" Her calm voice broke him from his trance, his eyes now focused on her as a smirk tugged at the end of his lips. Shaking his head no at her question before quickly stretching them out for demonstration. A relieved smile formed on her face as she noticed he was fine. Her eyes flicked to his wings.

Illyrians had been a common thing in her town, the many families who chose to leave their camps and save their children from the pain they had gone through. not wishing to continue passing down that torment. But these wings had to be one of a kind, their large form was bigger than any wing type she had seen. Not to mention how sharp the talons were. Eze took a step towards him, still staring at the membranes as her left hand came up and pressed against his chest, the other on his shoulder as her gaze moved from his wings to his face.  A small breath left her figure as their eyes met. "Your wings are beautiful..." Azriel blinked a couple of times, his eyes a bit wide as he registered just how tender her voice was when he spoke to him. His expression softened as she cupped one side of his face with her hand. 

"Thank you, I grew them myself." Ezme let out a laugh, shaking her head as his smile widened into something borderline dorky. She giggled, brushing her thumb against his cheek. "Oh, really? I thought you bought them from the market." He shook his head no, feigning offense. "How dare you!" He chuckled, looking down at her with a gentle smile. Hearing the thundering sound of the waterfall making contact with the water in the pond.

Or was that his heart? He couldn't tell the difference in that moment.

Azriel's hand moved down her sides and rested on her hips, pulling her a tad bit closer to his chest. His smile slowly fell as he stared at her. Both of her hands finally cupped Azriel's face, and she leaned up, capturing his mouth against her own. Their lips moving slowly in tandem. Azriel's hands pulled Ezme impossibly close, their chests pressing against one another as they leaned more and more into the kiss. His tongue swiped over her lips, silently asking for permission before he deepened the kiss. Her hands running down from his face to his chest as she looked up, his own hands flowly moving down and quickly picking her up. Holding her thighs. She let out a small noise of surprise as he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to hold her up. His lips never left her own as he let out a groan. 

She let out a small gasp, chuckling into the kiss as he lifted her up without warning, taking a couple steps till she felt the cold stone pressing into her back. His lips never left hers, even as her legs wrapped around his waist. Their giggles fill the small space underneath.

Azriel thought maybe he was in the heavens and he had died during the last battle, that perhaps the mother had finally given up on keeping him alive and sentenced him to an eternity with her, with lady moon. He was wrong though; he was well and alive, his skin practically burning with desire as she moaned into the kiss, a small fire lit in his belly that hadn't been there in years. She let a hand slowly move out and stroke his wing, feeling the massive things unfold and widen for her touch, a shudder wracking through his body at the soft touches. A low moan escaped his mouth as she gently squeezed the membrane of his wing, the other hand finding itself tangled in his hair, her fingers gently tugging on the wet curls. 

Azriel tensed slightly as the hand that was on his wings slowly traveled down and took him in her hand, letting his head fall down to the crook of her neck as she stroked his length a couple times and lined him up with her entrance. His hands finally rested on her hips as he stared down at what she was doing.

"Cauldron boil me. . You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you?" Azriel's voice was low and husky as he looked up at her, watching that slightly ajar mouth slowly form into a beaming smile at his words. Her hand finally left his member, reaching back up for his face and capturing him in another slow kiss, her lips perfectly slotted against his as he pushed his hips forward. The desperate need to be inside of her, to be as close as physically possible, ran through his veins as he heard her let out a little gasp. His wings flared out behind him. Their usual calm and still reactions now traded for a wide stance with a hint of trembling as they stayed there for a moment. 

The back of her head rested against the wall, her body no longer feeling the slight pain of the stone pressing against her back. Her mind stalling for a moment as he pushed himself into her, a gasp leaving her figure as she closed her eyes. Thanking the mother that he gave her some time to adjust to him. 

'I suppose the rumor that Illyrian wings and lengths are proportionate is proven true now.' She let out a little giggle, and confusion started to bubble up at her reaction. 

Soon enough, Azriel began to move his hips. The slow, almost gentle rhythm he had started completely making him forget about the water that continuously fell around the two of them, adding just another thing to forget the world inside of. His touches were gentle as his hands roamed her skin, and she did the same. Her hands moved from his face to his shoulders, and then eventually down to his waist. Soft moans leave them both and fill the air around them.

The two of them were completely lost in the pleasure, their lips barely leaving one another unless it was to gasp or to place them on another body part. The two of them were more focused on the pressure building up in their guts than the world around them, completely forgetting about the rite, the people at townsqare who waited for them. Completely forgetting about their duties to their people. A soft smile tugged on Azriel's mouth as soon as he pulled away from her lips, panting as he listened to the constant stream of soft, pure moans that left her. His hips continued to rock into Ezme at their previous pace.

She couldn't even imagine what the two of them must look like on the outside of this waterfall. Azriel the Shadowsinger, the Spymaster of the Night Court, his hands on her thighs as the moonlight weavers legs wrapped around his waist, holding her up against the wall as the water fell around him. His lips were all over her neck, breasts, and face as he rocked into her. His wings spread on full display behind him, with one of her hands running along the membrane. Their entire world was completely reduced to the feeling of her wrapped around his cock in one of the best ways possible.  His breath left him in hard, ragged pants and groans as he felt the familiar knot building in his stomach. His hand traveled down so he could brush his thumb over her clit. His thrusts slowly picked up the pace as his wings shuddered behind him at her gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders and back as his hands gripped at her hips in an almost painful way.

They just stared at each other for a moment, moaning out and holding one another as their eyes locked. Azriel's mind was completely fogged over with pleasure. The only thoughts running through his mind were how good she felt and how beautiful she was looking down at him like that. Like he was the only man in the world for her. His heart clenched in his chest as her body started to tremble lightly, and his forehead pressed against hers as he continued to mindlessly rock into her. Ezme could hardly think, her thoughts buzzing with the shock of all of this and how good he felt inside of her.

Azriel shifted slightly, making a small change to the angle he was taking. Her moans grew louder, legs trembling around him as he hit just the right spot, desperately clinging onto him as he sped up his normally gentle pace.

Her lips crashed into his, and a few moments later she came undone around him, moaning into his mouth and twitching slightly with her orgasm, her pants leaving her mouth as he continued to push into her. Her head fell, her forehead now pressed against his shoulder as her nails dug into his back. Most of the noises leaving her now are just gasps and a word or two. Azriel let out a hiss, and his hips stuttered slightly, pushing up into her with a small curse and holding her hips down against him as he spilled into her. White-hot pleasure burned through his vision as his hand moved to the stone wall behind Ezme. The two of them stayed there for a moment to catch their breath. Azriel's head perked up at the sound of her giggle.

"that, Azriel. Is the fertility rite." Her smile was as bright as the sun, a small, tired twinge in her voice as he just chuckled, carefully pulling out of her and wrapping her legs around his hips again. Leaning up and kissing her passionately, slow and tandem with one another.

--

Cassian let out a small hum, looking around as the townspeople danced and laughed amongst each other. His eyes tried to find the very quiet male who usually stalked behind them. "Rhysand, do you know where our dear shadow singer went?" Rhysand let out a small sigh, twirling around the stick of fruit inside his cocktail. Humming.

"No, I haven't seen him since we arrived; maybe he's off dancing; Cauldron knows he needs this Cass." Cassian nodded, letting himself relax before a startling roar left the crowd, his eyes quickly looking around for what they were cheering at. Cassian slowly reached over, patting Rhysand's arm, who tore himself away from the paper in his hands.

A small giggle left Ezme's lips as a bunch of women screamed when she walked back into the square, her presence meaning the rite had been completed. What surprised Rhysand and Cassian the most was the soaking-wet Azriel, who smiled next to her. A group of men whisked him away with a bunch of knowing smirks.

Cassian cleared his throat. His eyes were still wide as he looked over at his brother Rhysand. 

"Well...now we know where Azriel went."

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Bittersweet Goodbye - Jaime Reyes X GN Reader

Title: Bittersweet Goodbye

Jaime Reyes X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Some OCs (Mentioned), and Jaime's family (Mentioned)

WC: 3,311

Warnings: Pre Blue Beetle, some google translate was used, bittersweet duh, nicknames, crying, teasing, cursing, goodbyes, mini angst, and fluff

Walking hand-in-hand, you and Jaime wandered down a pebbly path that led away from campus and into a small park. The sun was shining down upon the two of you, the air was nice and warm, and you could hear birds chirping in the distance. Looking up at the trees looming over you both, you took in a deep breath before letting it out. Jaime turned his head slightly so he could look at you, smiling softly as he watched you breathe deeply. You looked absolutely beautiful, he thought, as you gazed up into the blue sky above, light glinting off your hair. He couldn't help but admire how pretty you were. 

Feeling his stare, you met his gaze, tilting your head slightly, "It's nice being here," You said, "Isn't it?"

He nodded in response, "Yeah," He replied, looking out around him, "It really is." You were both a bit too busy to go back to the small park, with tests, finals, and planning graduation popping up.

You hummed, leading him over to a familiar bench. The bench was pretty old, made of dark wood. A silver plaque was placed on the middle of the backrest, with the words, ‘I’ll hold you in my heart, until I can hold you in my arms.' Harold Jones to Samantha Everdean.’ You always wondered about the bench’s backstory. Why was it made, what was the story behind the plaque? What couple used to sit here, like you and Jaime did? "It's been a while since we've been here." You spoke up, turning your gaze to the small pond where a couple of ducks swam.

Jaime nodded, letting out a small sigh, "Yeah," Looking around, he took in the scenery before turning to you, his soft voice grabbing your attention, "Graduation's right around the corner..."

"Yeah," You let out a small laugh, your smile turning into a melancholy one, "Tomorrow... We'll be Pre-Law graduates." Your eyes began to well with tears at that statement. "I’m excited." You finished, lightly clearing your throat, your fist pressing briefly to your closed mouth.

You and Jaime had been together ever since the beginning of both of your second years of college. Instantly there was some sort of connection, you couldn't get over how compassionate and wonderful Jaime was. His gentle nature and caring heart had always intrigued you so much; chivalry wasn't dead, that's for sure, he proved it daily. And Jaime loved how real you were, always happy and trying to help others; he just loved how much you cared, how witty you were; your little jokes always brightened his day. It didn't take long for Jaime to finally get the courage to ask you out on a date a couple weeks after your first encounter... And well, the rest was history.

Sitting in the peaceful, yet bittersweet silence, you felt yourself begin to relax into Jaime's side; your head resting on his shoulder, the overwhelmingly beautiful scent of his cologne engulfing you. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into a comforting, warm embrace. Jaime rested his chin atop your head, taking in your sweet scent; he’d never forget it. After a few moments, he finally spoke up, "Remember when we first met here?"

"Of course," You let out a breathy laugh, your eyes wrinkling in the corners at the memory, "That was the day that you accidentally bumped into me when you were running late, papers flying everywhere," You bit your lip briefly, a grin on your face as you remembered a nervous Jaime trying to help you pick up all of your papers, "You wouldn't stop apologizing, even though I told you not to worry about it..." You chuckled lightly, "I remember that all I could do was think about how gorgeous you looked, hair all frazzled, eyes wide in a panic..."

Jaime smiled playfully, nudging his nose into your temple, “You thought I was gorgeous?" You only nodded in response, Jaime’s heart hammering inside his chest at your confession, "It was very embarrassing, I'll have you know."

You fiddled with Jaime's free hand, pulling it over into your lap, absentmindedly fiddling with his fingers, "I'm gonna miss this place,"

"I'm gonna miss you," Jaime answered with a soft voice, letting you bury your face deeper into his chest. You felt him gently kiss the top of your head, making your heart flutter, "And I will come and visit you, I promise."

You gave him a nod, your cheek brushing against his white shirt, your arms wrapping themselves tighter around his torso, "You better, or I'll come over to Palmera City myself and tell your family about that one time you got locked inside your dorm and had to crawl out the window. Even though you didn’t need to." You mischievously muttered, your ears picking up the soft pitter-patter of Jaime’s heart. 

“Not my best moment.” A chuckle escaped him, reverberating throughout his chest, "And I will, Dios mío," He sighed out as you felt his nose gently nuzzle into your soft hair; you could practically hear the smile on his face, "But seriously. Promise me you won't forget about me too, okay?"

"Of course not," You responded softly, feeling yourself begin to tear up again; eyes burning, "I don't plan on forgetting you anytime soon, Jaime Reyes." You let out a shaky exhale, your own heart racing at this point, "I don't think I could forget you... You're- You're like a part of me at this point," You paused, "You're the only one who truly understands me and the only one..." You squeezed Jaime tightly, unable to finish your sentence. You pulled away, wiping away the stray tears that had managed to escape. You were going to miss him so much. 

After graduation, Jaime was heading back to Palmera City, and you were staying back in Gotham. You didn't want him to leave, but you knew he had to go back to his family. His family was everything to him, but so were you. But he promised that he'd come back to visit, and he was a man of his word. He had never broken a promise to you, and he wasn’t going to start now. Even if something comes up, Jaime would do anything to come see you; just as he promised.

Jaime's hand around your shoulder gently caressed the back of your neck, sending sparks throughout your body, but calming you almost instantly. His fingers slid through your hair, untangling small knots and easing the tension in your shoulders, "No more tears," He muttered, not only to you, but to himself too; his own eyes were a bit wet. Pulling you back so he could look you straight in the eyes, he gave you a reassuring smile. You nodded slowly, blinking back the leftover tears that burned in the back of your eyes. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. This wasn't a quick and desperate kiss; this was a slow, loving kiss, one that you instantly melted into as you always did. Your hands grasped onto his shirt as you moved closer to him, his hands coming up to cup your warm, slightly tear-stained cheeks. Neither of you wanted to pull away. Neither of you wanted this moment to end. But eventually, you would both need to breathe.

Pulling back from each other reluctantly, you both rested foreheads together for a couple of seconds before you spoke, "Will you say 'hello' to the family for me?" You asked him softly, pulling back to look into those chocolate-brown eyes of his.

His smile faltered for a moment, "Of course, I will," He said, brushing a few strands of hair out of your eyes, "I should give you Milagro's number, she's been wanting to talk to you more."

Your expression softened as your eyes widened slightly, "Really?" You asked, tilting your head to the side in curiosity, "Did she like the present I sent her for her birthday?"

"She did," He confirmed with a nod, "She said in her last call that half her wall is covered in polaroids of the family; won't put that thing down." He let out an amused laugh, shaking his head before he continued, "I just hope she runs out of film before I get back so she doesn't take any of me." 

"Well," You began, taking both his hands into yours, your thumbs brushing over his palms, "If she does, you better send one to me."

Jaime couldn't stop his lips from curving into a fond smile, "Well, if that's the case, then I'd happily pose for the camera, mi amor." Shaking your head, you looked down, feeling your cheeks heat up at his statement, only to hear him speak up once more, "Which reminds me..," He trailed off, pulling his arms back to grab at his backpack sitting by his feet. Riffling through his bag, he hummed some song that you remembered was a favorite of his before he let out a little 'a-ha!'. Pulling out a small Amazon cardboard box, you smiled at the haphazardly placed clear tape that was holding the two cardboard folds down. "I couldn’t find a bag or anything… This was the best I could do…" Jaime explained, handing you the box; he was obviously nervous, licking his bottom lip as he watched you set the box in your lap.

"Jaime..." You sighed out, your fingers brushing over the cardboard exterior, "You didn't have to get me anything. I appreciate it, but-"

"Nonsense," He interrupted, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, "I wanted to get you something... And don't worry about the cost or anything, since that face that you're making tells me that you are,"

You shook your head, and you let out a chuckle; pulling the tape up carefully, "No, it's just that I don't have anything for you..." You paused opening the box halfway, looking up at Jaime, "If I only knew-"

"Mi amor, you don't need to get me anything." He cut you off, placing his hand over one of yours on the top of the box, "All I need is you. Just being in your presence is a gift." 

You only let out a laugh, eyes closing briefly as you tilted your head to the side, “Damn right, my presence is a gift,” 

He laughed along with you, squeezing your hand gently before adding, "And..," He smirked slightly, "I think you'll like what's inside."

Narrowing your eyes playfully, you moved your gaze back down to the box, returning to opening it. Pushing the two flaps away after getting rid of the tape completely, your eyes widened before blinking a couple of times. Reaching inside, you pulled out a very familiar green zip-up hoodie. You suddenly looked up at Jaime, confused, a bewildered smile on your face. "Jaime... Your jacket..."

Jaime gestured to the box, making you look down. Upon seeing a bottle of his cologne, you let out a huff, "I wanted you to have my jacket and my spare cologne so you could pretend I'm here with you. You know," He shrugged, looking off to the side bashfully, "In case you miss me, you could just wear it, or something."

You threw your arms around his neck, hugging him close, the jacket laying on your lap. You kissed his jaw repeatedly before nuzzling into his neck, whispering into it, "Thank you."

Jaime wrapped his arms around your waist as he hugged you back tightly, his cheeks burning hot. "Anything for you," He mumbled, digging his face into your neck, and kissing the skin there softly. You couldn't help but smile at his words. As cheesy and corny as they sounded, you couldn't help but feel extremely grateful to have him in your life. The two of you stayed like this for a few moments until you felt a light breeze hit your body, causing you to shiver. Pulling back, Jaime grabbed the box and stuffed it back in his bag, and you did the same for the cologne, making sure it was safe as you slid your arms into the green jacket’s sleeves; zipping it up somewhat. Jaime watched, a grin on his face at the sight of you wearing his clothes, looking at you as if it was the first time he saw you all over again, "You look beautiful."

You flushed at his compliment, "So do you," You replied sweetly, reaching up to tuck a dark, loose curl behind his ear, "Do you want to get some lunch with me? Maybe after we can go back to my dorm and watch something… We still haven’t finished watching all the ‘Shrek’ movies…"

He nodded, offering you his hand, and you took it, lacing your fingers with his, "Sounds good to me," He said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

~~~

Rushing through the airport, you held your small gift bag to your chest, eyes raking across the large crowd of people, trying to find the face of your boyfriend. Feeling a bit out of breath, you pushed through, weaving through people and heading to the giant board with all the flights, their destinations, and gates. You quickly scanned the board, eyes landing on Jaime's flight before rushing off in that direction. Passing a few more people, and almost running into a little kid with one of those scooter-suitcases, you finally made it to his gate. Seeing him sitting in one of the many black chair-benches, on his phone, you let out a sigh. Looking at the clock on the wall, you were right on time. 

Rushing over to him, you dropped into the seat beside him. Jaime immediately looked up to see who had just sat next to him, only to see you. A large, toothy grin appeared on his face as his eyes flickered over your face in surprise, "Mi amor! What are you doing here?" He asked, taking your hand in his as you mirrored his excitement, "Not that I'm not glad that you are here, but why are you here?"

Shrugging your shoulders sheepishly, you laughed slightly, "I wanted to see you off. And I brought you a going-away-present!" You lifted the gift bag a bit; the shiny, metallic blue bag glittering in the sunlight that came through the large windows behind you.

"Mi amor..." Jaime began, taking the bag from you, his smile softening as he inspected the bag; his fingers brushing against the small, silver bow that was stuck to the side, "You didn't have to..."

"Nonsense," You mimicked his words from three days prior, "I wanted to give you something. And you better open it before you have to go."

Jaime only continued to smile, shaking his head lightly before setting the gift bag on his lap; feeling a rush of excitement as he peered inside. His eyes widened as he pulled out a small book, it was only a little bit bigger than his hand. "Is this..?" Flipping through its contents, Jaime chuckled a little, "Oh, Y/N," He whispered, flipping through a few pages of dozens of pictures, all featuring the two of you together. Flipping to one page, there was a picture of you and him at the movies, posing in front of a poster of the movie you were seeing. Another picture of you sitting on his lap, the both of you making funny faces into the camera - a thing the two of you did together. Jaime's eyes then landed on a photo booth snapshot; the first of you trying to use his hair as a mustache, the next of the two of you just smiling, the third being the two of you blowing kisses toward the camera, and the last one was the kiss. Jaime remembered that day well, that kiss left him with such feelings in his heart. On that day, he knew that you were it for him. Which only made leaving you hurt so much more. "This is perfect, cariño." Jaime murmured, placing the album back in the bag before he turned his head up towards you, "And thank you." 

"It's my pleasure, honey," You replied, eyes twinkling with unshed tears, "Now if you ever miss me, and for whatever reason can't call me,” You teasingly rolled your eyes, “You can just look at these and-”

"Flight 437, Gotham City to Palmera City is now boarding. Flight 437, Gotham City to Palmera City is now boarding." A voice spoke through the loudspeaker, causing you both to jump a little. 

Both standing, Jaime was quick to pull you into one last kiss, his hands coming up to cup your soft cheeks. You responded instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his body flush against yours, deepening the kiss. Jaime moaned gently, deep within his throat, before breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. Smiling brightly at each other, Jaime whispered softly, "I love you so much..." He breathed against your lips. "Don't forget that." He added quietly.

“I won't," You promised, "And I love you too." Nodding, Jaime leaned away, grabbing his suitcase and your gift bag; making his way to the line, looking back towards you every couple of seconds as he got into the line.

You watched, occasionally brushing the tears from your cheeks, once he got his ticket checked, he gave you one last smile and a wink before heading through the tunnel. You let out a breath, your shoulders dropping as you brought your hands up to rub your face. Sitting back down in the seat, you stared out at the plane, you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, blinking back more tears. Letting out another sigh, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Reaching into your pocket and pulling out your phone, your sad smile brightened as you saw the text notification. You looked at your lock screen of Jaime holding a piece of pizza, a big smile on his face before you unlocked your phone.

Opening the text, you couldn’t help but giggle, covering your mouth with your free hand. Jaime sent you a picture, him sitting in his seat, a funny expression on his face - one that always made you laugh. That alone made you feel a whole lot better, and you quickly sent back your own funny picture just as the plane began to leave the gate and head down the runway. Tapping to your homescreen, you exhaled out your nose and let out a hum at the sight of your home screen photo; you and Jaime, both in your graduation gowns, with beaming smiles on your faces.

Turning off your phone, you knew that you would see him again. You would see his charming smile, the sparkle in his eyes, and the way his hair would fall perfectly on his forehead when he would lean his head against his hand. You thought about everything that happened. All of those times spent talking and laughing, all of the things you learned and loved about one another, all of the stories he told you, all of the memories you had made together…

You’d see him soon.

Standing, you began to head down to the parking garage, finding your car. Getting inside, you leaned back against the seat, letting out a deep sigh. Taking a moment, grabbed his jacket from the passenger seat, sliding it on before you started the engine, the radio starting up in tandem.

A smile began to grow on your lips as one of your favorite songs began to play, "Seeing you there, across the room," You sang along, your voice coming out in a whisper as you began to drive home, enjoying the song, the smell of his cologne, and the sun shining down brightly, "I don’t know why, but I can’t keep my eyes off of you…"

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A New Life

Pairing: Aged!Up!Neteyam × Pregnant!Olo’eykte!female!reader (Elä Oc)

POV: Third Person

CW: contractions, amniotic fluid (water breaking), very graphic child birth, unknowningly going into labor, cursing, small timeskips, tsaheylu, worried Neteyam, fluff and cute ending.

PSA: Neteyam is 23 and Elä is 20!!!!

Note From Author: this is a small snippet from a story that I am writing on Wattpad, decided to share it with y'all! There is no use of y/n, it's solely based off of my story that I am trying to write. It's my first ever written short story so please be nice! Any advice is welcome! Also PSA CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!!

{Semi Proofread and also created at 1 am… oops 🙊.}

Summary: Elä was hanging out with Kiri when she started feeling sharp pains in her abdomen, little did she know it was the beginning of labor. So kiri helped Elä into the birthing pods and helped aid her for the first three-ish hours until she finally called for Neteyam. The sully family and Elä’s grandmother Mousai had awaited outside of the pods to give the couple privacy during the delivery. Adaku is Elä’s adopted son and Neteyam helped her raise him

Na’vi to English Translations: Tsmuke - sister, Mawey - calm, Olo’eykte - female role of clan chief

Elä felt normal. A little uncomfortable at the kicking of her baby and random pains, but mostly normal. One moment, she was laughing and goofing around with Kiri. Then the next moment, she felt a sharp jab in her stomach.

The sharp jabs of pain was overwhelming to Elä. "Ow, fuck." She said, before looking back to Kiri, who had been just as surprised.

"Kiri, take me to the birthing pods! Do not inform anyone..." Elä screamed when she felt another wave of pain. Kiri nodded her head and rushed to help Elä up so that they could go to the secluded pods.

As the two walked, Elä placed a hand on her stomach as she held in groans of pain. Kiri avoided the crowds of people by taking a short cut that was by the springs, "does it hurt?" Kiri asked as she looked to her best friend.

"Yes very much so" Elä gritted her teeth and whimpered, "shit!" Elä stopped suddenly and tried to push but Kiri ushered her to keep walking. "We're almost there, I'll help you set up okay?" Kiri said and Elä nodded silently as she was breathing heavy.

Soon enough, they arrived at the birthing pods and Kiri helped Elä inside one of them. In the pod, there was a spring like pond, a bed mat, herbs for the labor, bowls, towels, a mat inside of a basket to place the baby, food, water, supplements for the mom and baby. And an extra area for visitors, plus the pod was decorated with furs, flowers, faunas, also it was dimly lit for the mother to feel relaxed.

Kiri helped Elä prepare everything while Elä was rocking back and forth as she was sitting down.

"All done! What else do you need me to do?" Kiri asked as she worried for the young Olo'eykte, "there's a leather band that is in the basket of other necessities- gahhh!! Uhm.. get it and tie it to the hook and then wrap it around my upper arm" Elä said as she was slightly panting through the pain.

So Kiri grabbed the leather band and tied one end to the hook in the ceiling and then wrapped it around Elä's arm, Elä gripped tightly onto it as she adjusted her position.

Elä was squatting now and Kiri was dabbing at the sweat that beaded itself across her forehead. Elä glanced around and took note that it had been about a couple of  minutes since her last contraction. She let out a whimper as the pain wrapped itself from her lower stomach to her hips.

Her body began to move by itself, her hips were swaying. "I don't want to do this, I can't do this" she felt tears start to build in her eyes.

This wasn't how she wanted to have her first baby, she wanted to be held by her partner. She wanted to have whispers of encouragement in her ears, her tears wiped. But yet she kept forbidding Kiri from getting any help.

The pain finally finished, "I-I don't know what to do Kiri" she spoke with so much fear lacing her words, Kiri soothed her as best as she could. Elä just needed the contractions to become more frequent and then maybe she will allow Kiri to get help.

Elä rested her head on her forearm, her cheek pressed to her skin. "Th-this hur-hurts" she stuttered out, it was all pressure and it was uncomfortable pressure that was just adding to the pain.

"After this contraction, I'll check you and we can get you some pain relief I promise" Kiri said pushing her hips in more. She didn't know whether she was on back labor or not so Kiri just applied counter pressure to her hips.

"It's finished" she heard Elä whisper into her arm, "Do you want to lie down so I can check you or do you want to remain squatting while I check you?"

"Squat please" Kiri just nodded, "I'm gonna move your skirt now okay?" Kiri had learned over the past twenty weeks of Elä's pregnancy, that Elä didn't like to be touched.

Elä just nodded weakly, she knew that Kiri was going to have to check her. "Alright Elä, I'm just going to check now" Kiri said, she pulled Elä's skirt up just enough to do her checks. "It's going to be uncomfortable but I'll be quick okay?" Elä felt immediate discomfort as Kiri inserted her fingers into her cervix, she tensed. "Elä take a breath for me, the more you tense the more difficult it's going to be to check your dilation" Elä took a staggered breath, "Good" Kiri whispered as she felt Elä relax against her fingers. Kiri did her check as quick as possible, much to Elä's relief.

"Elä you are only about two centimeters dilated" Kiri said as she looked at Elä, "damnit" Elä huffed out as she realized this was going to be a long and very exhausting labor.

"where do you want to go?" she asked Elä who was still squatting. "Can I get in the water? Or is it too soon?"

"Elä, this is your labor. You can do or go anywhere you want, if you want to go into the water and stay there for six hours then you can do that. Just listen to your body"

"I want to wait for a bit, I'll stay squatting then I'll go to the water" Kiri nodded her head, but hesitated "you must call for my brother so he can help aid you in the labor" Kiri spoke truthfully.

Elä knew. It was very common when the male would attach his queue to his mates to help aid her in labor. But Elä refused, "no.. I need to do this myself-" Kiri rolled her eyes at her best friend, "stop being stubborn and just call him when it becomes too much. There's only so much I can do" Kiri said as she rubbed Elä's back to help ease the pain, Elä groaned in acceptance as she stayed squatted and swayed lightly.

3 Hours Later

Another powerful contraction gripped her and Elä pushed, bearing down with what little strength she felt she still had. She could feel her baby sitting low in her body, ready to be born, but she had been straining for hours now without success.

Elä was panting with sweat and tears coating her skin. Kiri was helping with dabbing away the sweat, giving her sips of water, and rubbing at her back and hips to help ease the pain. Kiri was also helping with checking Elä's dilation progress.

"Elä you're now four centimeters, do you want to go into the water now and call my brother?" Kiri asked, Elä was breathing heavily as she felt exhausted. "Yes and yes Kiri please" she whimpered out as she felt completely useless and kept focusing on her breathing.

"I'm going to leave you here while I go and prepare the water. If you want you can come with me or stay here?" Kiri said as she stood up from the squatting position she was in behind Elä.

Elä held up her hands, Kiri linked her hands with Elä's and pulled her from the squatting position to stand up straight. "I'll call my brother with the comm device. But first let's get you settled" Kiri said as she untied the leather belt from the hook and helped Elä to the pond and helped her undress her lower half.

"If I ask for any pain herbs, you need to tell me no because I want this birth to be natural and in the water" Elä mumbled as Kiri tied the leather belt to another hook and then tied up Elä's hair, "okay okay."

It had been an hour since Elä had got into the water, she was completely bare from the waist down. "unggghhhh there's so much pressure, make it stop" she moaned out, she had her arms around Kiri's neck as she swayed in the water. "That might be your water, it's trying to break" Kiri pointed out as she tried soothing Elä. But the girl was in too much discomfort and pain to even try to relax.

"Make the water break please" she begged as the pressure was at an all time high. "Deep breaths Elä, give little pushes, it should help break your water" Elä bared down ever so slightly but it just made the pain worse. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" she swore as the pain was so much worse. "I said little pushes Elä"

She tried one more time, and finally she felt relief, "oh thank god, that's so much better" Kiri just ran her hands down Elä's back. "I guess your water has just broken" Elä just nodded against Kiri's shoulder, "That means there's nothing against you and your child. Do you want me to check your dilation again?" Elä nodded once again.

Kiri had learned that Elä was only ever vocal during the contraction, any other time she was just silent. "Six centimeters, you are doing really well Elä. Another centimeter then you can push but I'm going to call in Neteyam" Kiri alerted as she held down the button on the comm device, "Neteyam? Hello!" Kiri spoke into the device.

"Kiri? Is everything okay? What's the matter?" Neteyam's voice spoke through, "I'm fine big brother but listen to me very carefully. Elä is in labor and we're at the birthing pods, she is six centimeters dilated. Come now! Hurry!! She needs you" Kiri said in urgency and it was silent.

"He will come, don't worry" Kiri reassured Elä.

So far Elä's birthing experience had been good, it was calm. The room was dimly lit, the water was warm and felt amazing on her hips. Kiri had been calm and quiet. It was perfect for her, it helped with the pain all together. The atmosphere was amazing and she would love to do it again in the future if it was going to be like this again.

Elä immediately pulled away from Kiri and began to squat in the water, she wrapped the leather belt around her upper arm, she felt the need to be on her own. "Don't touch please" she whispered as her head fell forward.

Kiri nodded as she heard commotion outside, "I'll be back" standing up, Kiri walked out of the pod and saw Neteyam running with their family and Elä's family behind him.

Kiri ran halfway to meet them.

They all came to a stop and Neteyam was panting softly, worry written all over his face, "is she okay? Which pod is she in?" Neteyam asked frantically. Kiri tried soothing her brother, "mawey brother. She is in that pod straight ahead, go to her now" Kiri said as Neteyam nodded slightly and ran straight to the pod.

Kiri informed her family and Elä's family about the situation and she wanted everyone to wait outside until further notice or just in case Elä needed any help. Hence why Mousai was there ready in case of any problems.

Neteyam finally made it to the pod and entered the quiet pod, except for the soft whimpers that made his ears perk up. "My love?" He called gently as he made his way to the pond, he came face to face with his mate squatting in the water, completely bare from the waist down.

He could see the sweat drenched on her skin, she was using the leather belt as support that hung from the ceiling. "Neteyam" she weakly called out to him, Neteyam kneeled down at the edge of the pond and Elä reached out to him with her hand that wasn't holding onto the belt.

"I'm here my love" he soothed her as he took her hand and immediately planted a kiss to her knuckles, "I'm so scared Neteyam... it hurts" she whimpered as tears were steaming down her face. "Shhh my love, it's gonna be okay" he said softly as he grabbed ahold of her other hand and loosened it from the belt so that she could hold onto him.

Elä felt the crushing pain of another contraction and immediately snapped wide awake as her grip on Neteyam's hands were tightened. "Ahhhhh!!!" She screamed and Neteyam pushed the throbbing pain in his hands away as he soothed his mate.

"You're doing so good my love, when you're ready, I'll help aid you" he reassured, Elä nodded feeling absolutely exhausted. She rested her head down as she remained squatting.

Elä felt another contraction hit, it was worse than the rest. She let go of Neteyam's hand and moved one of her hands to her opening and applied pressure, "the baby is crowning... ahhhhhhh"

"Mawey my love, I'm right here. You're doing great" Neteyam cooed at her as he placed a kiss on her head, "it's okay. remain calm love, our child is going to be here very soon" he whispered as Elä moaned through the contraction.

"I can do this, I can do this" she chanted as the contraction carried on. The contractions had gotten closer, and more painful as the labor went on. She just knew that she was going to meet their child soon and that was making it easier.

This contraction seemed like it lasted forever, it felt never ending. Suddenly all Elä felt was pressure, she knew what this meant and she couldn't help but bare down. She tucked her head to her chest and grunted as she bared down. It was actually a relief to push, it gave her body purpose. "I'm pushing!"

"Keep pushing! Come on baby, but only push when you feel a contraction" Neteyam said from outside of the pond. Neteyam was in awe of his mate, to him, Elä was doing amazing for her first labor. He had only ever seen this much relaxing atmosphere with his mom when she gave birth to Tuk.

Elä pushed until the contraction was finished, she felt her child move further down her birth canal. "Neteyam- I need you... please" she whimpered out as she sat up, Neteyam immediately got into the pond and leaned his back against the barrier of it and pulled Elä to his chest. Elä bended her legs as her back rested against Neteyam's chest.

"Take some breaths, this is the time to relax until the next contraction" Neteyam instructed. "I need you-... I can't do this.." Elä cried as she felt the exhaustion weigh itself on her body.

Neteyam smiled at his mate and moved his braid in front of him and grabbed ahold of Elä's braid. He saw the tendrils dancing as he held his braid and Elä's. Soon enough he attached the two queues together and a rush of euphoria flowed through him but subsided as he felt Elä shift.

"Another one" Elä moaned out, she once again tucked her head to her chest and pushed. "You are such a good pusher, our child will be out in no time" it was true, through the bond, Neteyam could feel the baby shifting and within the next few pushes at this rate the baby would be born.

Neteyam then looked over his mates slouched position and kept his eyes trained to Elä's opening, she was doing really well.

"Can you see them yet" Elä said as she bared down as hard as possible. Neteyam looked between her legs and saw the smallest amount of pitch black hair between her legs.

"Yes I can, our child has pitch black hair" Neteyam encouraged, Elä smiled as much as possible as she pushed. She was so close. Elä's body relaxed as the contraction finished, "I need to rest" she said and Neteyam nodded as he laid her head back along with her tense body against him.

"Rely on me, I'm here" Neteyam said as he pushed the little hairs that was sticking to her forehead back and just kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

Elä prayed beneath her breath to Eywa. To give her strength, to watch over her child. This child is a symbol of their love.

After a few minutes of rest, she felt another contraction, she shrieks as she bared down. Neteyam noticed that his mate was shying away from the pain, "don't shy away from the pain, the pain is what will bring our child out" Elä just bared down harder, she wanted the baby out now. "It hurts so much!!!" she shrieked as child moved closer.

Neteyam felt the pain wash over him in waves through the bond, he sucked on his teeth with a slight hiss underneath his breath as he pushed his strength through the bond. He then saw the hair of his child become more visible. "The baby is so close, once their head is out then all that's left is their shoulders" Elä brought her hand down to her vagina and felt a thin layer of hair. "My baby" she whimpered as she stopped pushing, keeping her fingers on the baby's head.

Another contraction ripped through Elä, causing an inhumane sound that came out of her mouth is piercing and everyone outside of the pod heard it and flinched. Elä did not care, the pain of childbirth will turn even the most dignified woman into an animal. It is burning, it is agony.

"A little more my love" Neteyam spoke as he kept pushing his strength forward through the bond to help his mate, even through the bond, Neteyam was taking away bits and pieces of her pain to help.

Neteyam watched as the baby's head started to emerge from Elä's opening.

Soon enough Elä felt her opening pull back against the head, the entire top of the head moved outside of her, there is a terrible stinging sensation and yet there is some relief in giving into the urge to push. Elä kept pushing on the next pain and felt half the head being forced out. Neteyam tells Elä to try not to push on the next few pains, and to just pant through it but the urge is too strong so Elä pressed down a little. More of the head comes out as she screamed and grunt.

Neteyam had grabbed a cloth that was close and gently patted at her face and neck, trying to remove the layer of sweat coating her body. Elä's hair was matted and damp around her face.

The pains are now practically overlapping each other, and with strength born from the sheer frustration that Elä had managed to push the whole head out on the next one. Which leaves her body with a pop and she gasped.

Neteyam tried speaking to Elä but all of her senses are overtaken by the burning down below and the pressure of the shoulders pressing against her groin.

Elä's body is screaming at her to push, and she followed its orders but she couldn't manage to move the shoulders. Elä grunted, she could feel Neteyam trying his hardest to help her through the labor.

Over the next ten pains Elä tried to move the shoulders, having little success. Neteyam began to softly pray to Eywa. On the eleventh pain Elä decided to give herself a rest for a minute, but the pain of not pushing is almost as bad as the pain of being filled with the head of the infant. Elä gave up and pushed again at the next urge.

"Nnnnnuuuggggghhh! AHHH! NNNnuuuugghh!"

And one shoulder is pushed through, the burning feeling returning to its height minutes before as it was with the head. Over the next three pushes Elä gets the other shoulder out, and with one final heave and loud piercing cry the rest of the child is released from her.

Their child was released into the water along with a mixture of fluid. Elä immediately pulled the baby from the water and on to her chest. The baby gave a loud cry as it rested on her mothers chest. Neteyam smiled with tears in his eyes as he reached over to the outer part of the pond and grabbed the basket filled with stuff for the birth.

He immediately sprung to action and began to wipe the baby, the blood from its face and back.

Once the baby was clean, Neteyam nestled back behind Elä and she fell back against his chest, her eyes shut, her breathing heavy.

Neteyam had cut the cord binding it to Elä, tying it off with a soft thread. The baby continued to cry, loud and angry cries that were the most beautiful sound Elä has ever heard.

Holding the baby to her chest, Neteyam and Elä both studied the baby's little face. The baby opened its mouth wide as it wails, eyes squeezed shut. Neteyam noticed a faint mop of pitch black hair on top of the babys head.

Elä parted the child's legs and smiled brightly, "it is a girl" she announced softly. Neteyam sniffled as he looked over Elä's shoulder and admired his newborn daughter.

A girl. Eywa has blessed Elä with a baby girl, a future Tsahík. Her daughter. Elä thanked Eywa for blessing her and Neteyam with a daughter, a child to rule after them. Her heart felt so full it might burst, but whether or not she was to die right here the only thing she could focus on, was the newborn daughter in her arms. The baby slowly stops her crying and when she opens her eyes and gazes up at Elä, eyes wide. Elä and Neteyam stared back at the infant, lost in her features that they realized she was a splitting image of both her parents.

Neteyam grabbed ahold of the infants queue and Elä did the same. Elä removed her queue from Neteyam's as a hiss left his lips at the pull. Now at birth, the mother and infant are to create tsaheylu. So Elä lightly attached her queue to the baby's and the bond was created. The baby cooed at her mother. Neteyam smiled as the bond was complete. Pulling apart their queues, Neteyam and Elä went back to admiring their newborn.

The baby's skin was a dark blue with light blue stripes, her hair was a beautiful ink color, bioluminescent spots decorated her skin, the baby's eyes were a mix of white and yellow. She was definitely special. Elä felt a wave of exhaustion overcome her, so Neteyam lifted Elä up carefully and carried her over to the bed mat that was covered in furs, pillows and blankets.

"I love you Elä, rest. I'll clean you up and the baby and then break the news to our family" Neteyam said as he kissed Elä on the forehead, Elä nodded and drifted off the sleep.

Neteyam took the baby from Elä's grasp and cradled her to his chest as he began cleaning up the pod. He then cleaned up Elä and had put on a more comfortable outfit and then he cleaned up the baby.

Neteyam stepped out of the pod and saw his family and hers waiting patiently. His family and Elä's looked at him waiting for him to say something.

"It's a girl" Neteyam voiced with tears brimming his eyes, everyone gathered around to congratulate Neteyam on becoming a father. Jake hugged his son, but they pulled away from each other when they saw Adaku inspecting his newborn sister.

Neytiri was talking to him softly since the infant had fallen asleep. Everyone was enamored by the small bundle of joy.

Soon enough after showing the baby to his family and hers, Neteyam went back into the Pod with Adaku this time.

Neteyam joined Elä's side and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, which she woke up to. "Hi" she whispered softly, Neteyam smiled, "you did so well my love. Everyone loves our daughter already" he chuckled.

Elä smiled, Neteyam sat on the edge of the bed with Adaku on the other side of Elä. Neteyam helped Elä sit up against the pillows and held out her arms for her baby. So Neteyam handed the baby to Elä and watched as his mate cradle the infant to her chest.

"What are we gonna call her?" Neteyam asked softly, Elä smiled, "Adikia... will be her name" Neteyam's heart swelled with love as he watched his mate with the infant.

Neteyam looked at Adaku as he saw him looking at the baby in curiosity, "Adaku meet your new baby tsmuke... Adikia" Elä's smiled brightened as the name of her daughter was finally given. The baby opened her mixed colored eyes at the mention of her name and cooed loudly at the people around her.

Adikia made fussy noises and Elä had adjusted her so that the baby could nurse. Adaku laid down, tucked away into his mothers side while Elä was breastfeeding Adikia. Neteyam admired his mate and his two children. He was happy. He was home.

After a long thirteen hours, the little baby girl was born out of blood, sweat, and tears. This was the birth of Adikia, this was a new bead on Neteyam's songcord, and Elä's.

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[cosmica-galaxy]

What would your Skibidi toilet Oc’s and mimic’s do if the human ever had a mental breakdown

Camron would panic at first, before bringing you into a firm hug and sitting you both down somewhere. He'll keep you close to himself as he firmly grasps onto you and rubs comforting circles into your back. Don't worry...everything is going to be okay. He's here. DJ would become shocked, but will grasp onto your hands and lead you somewhere a bit more private and try to calm you down. He'll listen to your woes and nod along when you take a moment to breathe. Then, he'll start to play you some calming tunes he dredged up from the depths of his mind to help calm you down. Holding you close to ground you as you hiccup and nuzzle into his body. Take your time...he's got all day and night. Vee would immediately teleport you both to a more private area before he sits you down and holds onto you from behind. Putting your back against his chest while his hands grasp your own tightly. He applies pressure to your abdomen by wrapping his arms around your midsection while holding onto your hands. Keeping you in a firm embrace that surrounds you in a sense of safety. He expected that you may collapse from mental pressure, so he had a plan in mind just in case. Once you're tired enough, he'll take you to bed where you can sleep off your exhaustion. Buddy comes to your aid and pushes you down onto the ground, gently, before laying on top of you with his own body. Applying pressure and purring loudly as his tongue laps against your face in an attempt to calm you down. The moments of sobbing, purring, licking, and gasping slowly come to a stop as he does what he can to calm you down. Once you are back to your more coherent self, he relaxes and stays put. Making sure you're okay before you get up again. Pal embraces you tightly and picks you up in a manner similar to a child. He presses you close to himself as you hiccup and sob into his chest. His poor human friend...he hopes you start to feel better soon. So he'll carry you as long as you need to be embraced, not complaining even once. Not that he would need to, of course. But he also purrs loudly and keeps you pressed against himself until you calm down enough to relax. He'll even take you to your room once you've tired yourself out. Fiend would hurry over and start to immediately purr loudly and rub up against you. Making you lay down as he nuzzles, licks, and purrs against your trembling and sobbing form. He doesn't show his soft side often, but he always will let his guard down for his human friend. They need him more than ever right now...as their mental state must've taken too much stimulation. So, he gets to work on producing much more pleasant things for you to focus on using his psychological abilities. Fields of flowers...raining falling gently down in a forest...a river stream emptying out into a koi fish pond...a beautiful home surrounded by flowers and nature...an ocean at dusk...all of these images flood into the human's mind and their attack slowly starts to subside. At least there is a perk for having these types of abilities. Once the human is calm, he lets them back up and refuses to elaborate on what happened to anyone outside of yourself. He will take this secret to his grave.

[anadorablekiwi]

@silvercaptain24 snippet for ya of the hsr oc fic im working on <3

Claire groaned as she stumbled through the sand dunes.  Her headache had developed into a pounding headache. Her stomach also ached. As did her entire body. The world seemed to sway a bit with each step, and she wasn’t sweating anymore. She couldn’t remember if that was a good or a bad thing.  It beats being sticky and gross, though.  She reached the top of another sand dune and glared.  “Great, another dumb mirage.” This one’s even got… trees. Pine trees? Palm trees? She couldn’t remember which.  Regardless, she stumbled towards the distant water.  About halfway there, the world began to spin even faster, and her vision blurred. A figure rapidly approached as she lost consciousness. ~~ She awoke to a shocking sensation of pain, gone as suddenly as it had come.  It was replaced with another sensation she didn’t like, although she couldn't figure out what it was. It took a minute to determine she was in water.  And another moment to realize she was being held by someone in the water. Claire panicked.  She fought and squirmed, weak and in pain but desperate to get free. She needed to get to safety. Away from people. “Hey, hey, calm down! ‘M tryin’ ta help ya, kid! Hey, fancy pants, help me out here! Im gonna drop her!” an unfamiliar voice drawled.  Her eyes finally shot open. She continued fighting for her freedom, sending small waves rippling across the pond. A second figure approached, and she fought even harder. More hands held her up and still in the water. “Hey, you’re safe, please calm down. We’re trying to help, you have heat stroke. You need to cool off.”  This voice was different from the first one. They spoke calmly and slowly, and despite the perceived danger, she found herself beginning to relax. Her frantic movements gradually began to slow. “There you go,” the second voice continued. “It’s alright. I promise you’re safe now. You’re going to be just fine.” 

[erisluna35ocblog]

I feel like I'm gonna end up with at least two more of these for the reverse au before quitting. It's starting to become a series. This one presented a different kind of challenge for me as Fiona uses cooler undertones and could easily end up looking lifeless if I don't balance it right.

Now for the main heroine of my OC's reverse au, Fiona Kuznetsov! For this AU, she's the Ladybug, hence her earrings, which took the form of little turquoise studs, a referrence to her prime counterpart favoring shades of blue. Her twin tails are inspired by Furina from Genshin Impact, down to the part where if you take them out, you'd be left with Fiona's original shorter hair style. There's some referrences to canon's Ladybugs here, like her shirt pattern is meant to look like a solid pinkish red embroidered version of Marinette's shirt print and those long red ribbons alongside her ponytails are a shout out to Bridgette from the anime PV. Compared to Shizuke and Blair, she has by far the most drastic change compared to her normal look.

Now, why the drastic change?

It's all because her backstory drastically changed just because she didn't have Keagan and Shizuke as her childhood friends. The two boys encouraged her to be more true to herself growing up, being more outspoken and tomboyish. Their impact on her life is meant to evoke the same effect Alya had in Marinette's life, according to the special. But in this AU, the Supreme has them both on a leash in different ways.

Where does that leave Fiona? Still from a rising nouveau riche family with her papa urging her to fit in with the rich kids and dolling her up. Without Keagan to ease off the pressure (being friends with the mayor's son, she basically already got the biggest fish in the pond) or Shizuke to protect (its how she gained her rep as the school's bully hunter), Fiona never had the chance to figure out what she really wanted for herself. And so she followed her papa's wishes and tried to be the perfect daughter because what else could she do? She lived life aimlessly like this, not entirely hating it as her papa is so proud of her at the very least, but not feeling that spark of life because something was always missing... she never knew what it was.

Then everything changed when she met this guy named Keagan at a gala. He looked like trouble. A quick check on social media confirmed he IS trouble. He's an over indulgent party guy while his family is currently in the middle of some scandal, rumored to be involved in illegal business.

She wanted to avoid him except he kept rudely interrupting her papa from approaching those guys who wore white with an intricate red emblem. Eventually, those men left and her papa is upset he never made a deal with them. Fiona was also upset on her papa's behalf and went to confront the carefree jerk... and he had the audacity to tell her her papa should be thanking him for saving him from the Supreme. Trust him, they ain't worth it. Yeah right, said the boy from the family burried in lawsuits. He condescendingly ruffled her head and left her but Fiona wouldn't let it go. So she followed him.

It turns out those Supreme guys knew Keagan interferred on purpose and were planning to rough him up a little. As a warning. Concerned, Fiona went to warn Keagan only to get roped in with him as she's now a witness. Well, that sucks. Keagan is annoyingly relaxed though, he's more surprised by her trying to warn him. What's with him trying to cover her with his jacket, though? To hide her face? So what??? She's still stuck here and the Supreme goons will beat them up or worse - that's when the mysterious vigilante in the black cat suit came and saved their sorry butts. And this became Fiona's introduction to the Resistance.

There, she learned what the Supreme is all about. She wants to help. The butterfly boss lady took one look at her and decided they've got their new ladybug.

In the Resistance as a Ladybug, Fiona was finally free to be who she is and made friends who accepted her for who she is... It made it harder and harder everyday to go back to being Fiona the Jewellry Princess. She finally found her calling.

[dragonridernoobie]

Hi! I’m here to request for Vivienne again, uhm, recently I’ve been going through a hard time mentally again, and I’m looking for some Vivienne comfort cause reading about the ocs interacting with her helps for some reason, could you possibly do something with Vivienne where she’s showing the bots her little cottage in the woods? Something sweet, with Vivienne extremely excited cause no one ever visits besides her brothers occasionally, I’m also considering going more into Vivienne backstory cause she’s originally a creepypasta oc and her lore intertwines with that- but I’m so nervous cause I don’t want her to seem, cringy, that’s the only word I can think of. Would you like to hear about my wonderful, possibly cannabilistic French lady?🧐

And just a daily reminder for all of you, you’re doing an amazing job! Make sure to take time for you kiddo

IL try my best, sorry this took a bit to go out, my job pulled a 360 on me and now I have a completely new schedule now. Also, I would love to hear about you're OC's story. I'm always down to listen to everyone's OC's story.

TransformersPrimeXVivienneCabin

There has been no decpticon activity so the autobots have been able to relaxed. The kids where out with their guardians. Currently, wheeljack, optimus, and ratchet where at base, doing their own thing. Ratchet was at the computer, wheeljack was flirting with ratchet, and optimus was doing his own thing. Vivienne was sitting on the couch, reading a book. While she reads, she looks up and sees how everyone is calm. She then gets an idea. She gets up and walks to find optimus.

She finds him in his berthroom, reading some deta-pads. When the door opens, he looks up.

Optimus: "Vivienne, is there I can help you with?"

Vivienne: "everyone seems so calm today, and I think it's a perfect day for everyone left on base to explore."

Optimus: "explore?"

Vivienne: "yes explore. I had a small cabin I have that I like to stay at. It's in the woods so you guys will be hidden."

Optimus: "that does not seem like a bad idea. Why don't you go tell ratchet and wheeljack to get ready."

Vivienne: "ok, ne prends pas longtemps" (Don't take long)

Vivienne then returns to the main room where she finds ratchet pinning wheeljack down, holding a wrench, yelling at wheeljack.

When Vivienne clears her throat, the two looks at her.

Ratchet: "sorry for you to see this Vivienne."

Ratchet gets up and goes back to the computer.

Wheeljack: "how can we help you vivi?" (Wheeljacka nickname for her)

Vivienne: "optimus wanted me to tell you two that we are going on a trip."

Wheeljack: "a trip?"

Optimus then walks into the room.

Optimus: "indeed. Vivienne has explained to me that everyone is relaxed and she has a small cabin she would like to show us."

Ratchet: "no, absolutely not. If we get cought, we will be in a huge amount scrap!"

Vivienne: "on y va" (here we go)

Optimus: "Vivienne has explained it is in the woods. It is gonna be very hidden."

Wheeljack: "that's enough for me, let's get going!"

Ratchet tried to voice in again but everyone already started to put in the cords. He just sighs and goes alone with them when they open the groundbridge.

When they exit thru the groundbride, they are met with a small wooden cabin, a pond nearby, and a little spit for cutting wood.

Pitcher of cabin

Wheeljack: "wow, this place is nice."

Optimus: "indeed, it is very hidden and quite here."

Ratchet: "...."

Vivienne: "follow, amis." (Friends)

Vivienne has a small skip in her step while they walk toward the cabin. Soon, they come close to it and ratchet, wheeljack, and optimus transform into their vehicle mods and go into their haloforms. They follow Vivienne in and they see how cozy it is.

Inside of cabin

Ratchet: "this place seems very comfortable."

Wheeljack: "I agree."

Optimus: "...." (he is focused on the shelf with a bunch of books)

Vivienne smiles and offer themselves a seat. When they sat down, Vivienne, goes into the kitchen and makes some yellow flower tea.

For the next 4 hours, Vivienne, ratchrt, wheeljack, and optimus sit in silence while reading.

When the end of the day comes, everyone gets ready to head back to base.

Optimus: "I enjoyed that very much."

Wheeljack: "I did to, I say we do this again but keep it between us."

Ratchet: "agreed, I rather not have bulkhead ruin anything here."

Vivienne: "I'm so happy you guys like it here!"

They return to base, just intake thay the other autobots arrive. They noticed how ratchrt, wheeljack, and optimus seem more....relaxed.

Ya, I don't blame then for being a little frighten.

I tried my best! I hope you like it!

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Sweet dreams are made of this

Dear @cilil & @edensrose, as you have encouraged me, I have - as promised - a tiny surprise for you.

Here is a small ficlet about dear Irmo with art by @the-red-butterfly. (-> Link to the OG post)

Please support our local artists!

Words: 2.2 k

Warnings: Mention of grief, slight innuendo

Characters: Irmo & OC

With a groan, Lilla rotated her lumpy pillow once more.

It had been 4 days of bad sleep since the terrible loss she did not dare think about during her waking hours and she was at the end of her rope; grumpy and skittish, she could no longer focus on her work or talk to the people she liked without being haunted by the gnawing fatigue that invariably turned her tongue to lead and her head to stone.

Her days were an endless, torturous drudgery and all she could think about was the safe harbour of her dark, cool bedroom. As soon as she laid her aching body down to rest though, the precious restorative slumber eluded her stubbornly, chased away like fragile mists fleeing from the icy winds of unprocessed grief.

By the fifth day, she had gone through most of her friends' helpful tips and resigned herself to trying one of those overpriced applications that promised to put even the most insomniac of lunatics to sleep in under 30 minutes.

“You are walking down an ever-shifting path,” the droning voice of a man resounded from the tinny speakers of her phone, “and the world around you is scintillating with faerie lights.”

Lilla rolled her eyes; the narrator of her “relaxing bedtime story for adults” sounded as if he was suffering from a debilitating toothache. His diction was unbearably vague and dull and – far from being soothing – it made her skin crawl with impatience.

“Visualise your peaceful descent down a soft slope dotted with iridescent flames,” he went on as she shifted uncomfortably under her uneven duvet. “In the distance, you can just make out the soft gurgling of water.”

Of course, Lilla thought with irritated dismay, there would be a river or a lake in that fantasy landscape; she yearned for a story where something happened rather than to be taken on an imaginary walk through an honestly ludicrous panorama.

Nonetheless, she kept her lids shut and tried to imagine the sights described to her in so unappealing a fashion until the picture came alive in her drowsy, feverish mind.

There was no sensation of abrupt falling but rather a barely noticeable shift from reality into the scenario painted onto the crumbling, cracked walls of her fragile mind.

A red butterfly materialised in her thoughts and – as its iridescent, delicate wings moved slowly – she found herself traversing the mirror of the mirage.

Her body felt lighter and nimbler as her bare feet touched the impossibly soft, velvety earth that cut through endless expanses of gently swaying grass and lush vegetation.

Lilla recognised dispassionately that she was no longer safely ensconced in her bed as if having her consciousness transported through space and time was a common occurrence that warranted neither further investigation nor frantic alarm.

Fearless, she advanced slowly as if knowing exactly where she was headed, her toes curling into the yielding, malleable ground.

Soon, a bend in the path led her past a group of trees speckled with dancing dots of pure starlight, and she smiled at the pacifying tableau of playful magic; her guiding butterfly tarried for a moment – weaving in and out of the flickering luminosity – before moving on down the path languidly.

Without having to turn her head, Lilla was intimately aware of the small pond at the end of her dream route; affectionately nodding her adieu to the blurring flecks, she let her feet carry her onwards to follow her winged escort.

Instantly, her surroundings changed, and she now found herself looking down on the expected small body of water, surrounded by lavish greenery that swayed in a fragrant evening breeze.

Despite the ruins dappling the periphery of that wholesome scene unfolding in front of her unfocused eyes, there was no desolation to be felt in the mellow mood of this wondrous place which almost struck Lilla as having been painted by the hand of some old master with bold strokes of vibrant colours bleeding into the tranquil background of softer, dreamier tones and shades.

As her momentarily clouded vision cleared once more, Lilla froze in astonishment for – even though the scene before her was exactly as the still blabbering voice in the back of her mind described it – there was an element which was distinctly out of place: there was a creature standing in the tiny lake.

Seemingly tending to one of the plants it was encircled by, the being – ephemeral and enchanting – turned its calm, dreamy attention to the approaching intruder without malice or enmity.

Its almost colourless hair seemed to float around a strangely captivating face - lit from within by some unearthly refulgence - as if it was drifting in an invisible, intangible, and yet undeniably potent ocean of peace of its own making.

“Welcome,” the unlooked-for presence greeted in a sighing, wispy voice. “I am Irmo, Master of these lands.”

His enticingly lithe shape was only veiled from her dumbfounded eyes by swathes of translucent fabric that clung suggestively to the strangely luminous skin of his shockingly amoral nudity.

“Where am I?” she whispered automatically as she drew nearer, attracted by the glorious willow tree behind him that seemed to weave spells of solace and soothing into the soft night air.

Her eyes caught a flash of carmine and ruby as her little friend settled peacefully on a nearby blossom to enjoy some well-deserved rest after chaperoning her so diligently and reliably through a foreign and confusing world.

“You are in the gardens of Lórien,” the creature calling himself Irmo informed her with a subdued smile. “They are whatever you want and need them to be and – I must admit - this is a particularly charming setting you've come up with.”

“It’s not mine,” she admitted sheepishly, “I am listening to one of those terrible stories that… Ah, never mind!” Her mouth snapped shut with a muted sound as embarrassment flooded her in the face of his evident but benevolent incomprehension.

“I have been worried about you,” he then said, wading leisurely through a colourful carpet of pristine water lilies towards the gentle upslope of the bank. “You have not visited us for a long time. I have started to miss you!”

Lilla blinked as he seemed to vacillate like a badly transmitted image for a moment; tall and slender, Irmo – Master of the Dreamlands – had the beatific face of an angel and the affectionate smile of a pure soul.

He was beautiful in a way she instinctively knew to be virtually impossible for any mortal to achieve; there was an understated perfection and an air of transcendence in his mien and demeanour that made her body tingle with curiosity and excitement.

Could he really know every sleeper in the world and keep his eye on them continually?

“It is good to see you again,” he went on and bent down to breathe a kiss onto the crown of her bowed head as he reached her. “Restful sleep is of the utmost importance as you well know.”

Mildly surprised, Lilla realised that the sheer fabric of his loose robes did no longer bear any traces of the dark water she had seen him standing in only a few moments prior; indeed, with every elegant movement he made, they billowed superbly in the zephyr that was redolent with the scent of healing herbs and delicate flowers.

The wondrous individual all but hugging her now exuded himself a faintly sweet, powdery smell that made her lean towards his utterly beguiling presence with all the shameless eagerness of a sleepwalker.

“Was I in your story then?” he then asked whimsically and sniggered innocently.

“No, no, I don’t think so,” Lilla replied, no longer certain where she thought he had sprung from; surely, it could not have been her who had conjured up an entity of whose existence she had not had any inkling, could it?

“I am Polilla,” she then introduced herself and automatically mirrored his pleased, bright smile as it broke like a midnight sunrise across his gentle, pleasing visage.

“Oh, that’s a wonderful name,” he exclaimed happily, humming a small tune that seemed to attract the butterflies and other small, winged creatures that had hitherto been flitting aimlessly across the polished silver surface of the deserted pond. “You were destined to be mine! Sit, please.”

The grass beneath her palms as she settled on the perfectly kept and yet charmingly wild lawn was indeed as silky and cool as she had imagined it to be, and a strangled sigh of contentment escaped her as she watched, enraptured, how the animals called forth by his song swathed him in a living cloak of colour and movement.

“You are beautiful,” she whispered in a fitful gasp of shameless honesty, “like a pleasant dream.”

“Oh,” Irmo cheered and lifted his long-fingered, elegant hands to his sculpted cheeks in a gesture so bashful and sweet that it made her giggle. “That is such a nice thing to say. I’ll have to tell my brother!”

“You have a brother?” she yawned, lulled into a state of blissful serenity by the chiming quality of his fluid voice.

His unnaturally handsome face softened even further, and he gestured for her to lay her weary head into his lap; as soon as she complied, he started running his fingers through her hair rhythmically, infusing every fibre of her being with a peculiar sense of deep yearning and nascent satisfaction.

“Your story is finished,” he remarked as the underlying droning voice of the far-away narrator died down, “but – if it would please you – I can tell you another one while you rest.”

Lilla’s tongue was comfortably numb by now and she didn’t dare move her head for fear that it would disrupt his tender ministrations; hoping that he would interpret her silence as the acquiescence she tried to convey by thought alone, she kept still and let her eyes drift shut.

“So, I am the youngest,” Irmo started in a mellow, melodious voice. “My oldest sibling is my brother Námo – he’s a bit of a stern curmudgeon on the surface but a real dear once you get to know him – and my sister is Nienna, the Lady of Mercy. She’s thought of you often lately too.”

Lilla sighed as an echo of the sorrow he was describing swallowed her like a wave.

“Námo keeps and tends the souls that have departed,” Irmo continued cautiously, “and he undoubtedly is conscientious and steadfast in his relentless and often ungrateful task. The sleepless grief of the living though falls into my domain and the one of my dear sister. Allow us to soothe your pain.”

The enchanting anthropomorphic form he had donned to meet her seemed to melt and when Lilla pried one eye open, he appeared to be made of warm light and pure solace.

“There is healing in slumber.” The words seemed to materialise within her foggy thoughts now without passing through any of her senses and yet, Lilla was not in the least alarmed by this intrusion. “And you are in dire need of recuperation and succour.”

Ripples of purple light – warm and soft as physical caresses – passed through the ocean of her unspoken agony at his words as his care enveloped her like a blanket.

Every remnant of anxious distrust abated as his essence pervaded all her senses and dulled her aches into a sensation profound comfort.

The sleep that had evaded her for too long finally settled on her exhausted soul and she uttered a deep, shivering sigh of relief as her mind went blessedly blank in his compassionate embrace.

“You can always come here,” he promised, “and rest in these gardens. From one moth to another, I vow that I shall ever only be a thought away. Rest now, little Lilla, and when you wake, you shall feel refreshed and restored.”

It was early afternoon when Lilla opened her eyes to a blindingly sunny day.

Stretching and yawning, she realised with a start that she felt more like herself than she had in many long days.

She was loath to admit it, but it seemed as if the stupid app and its terrible narrator had actually achieved what they had promised by lulling her into deep, recuperative sleep.

As her hand patted the mattress beside her pillow though, she noticed with a start that her phone was no longer where she had left it the night before. It now sat neatly on the bedside table and – in its stead – lay a single branch of a willow tree, covered in iridescent drops of dew that glistened in the golden light filtering through her badly drawn curtains.

“A trip to the library,” she muttered and lifted a hand to her head in confusion as she noticed the lingering scent of waterlilies swaying in a fresh breeze rippling across cool water.

As her fingers moved unsteadily, she found another inexplicable surprise: her hair – usually ruffled and knotted after a good night’s sleep – was now sleek and clean as if it had been brushed by some ghostly hands during the night.

Lilla, who had stopped believing in anything supernatural long years ago, mouthed the name of her gorgeous benefactor like a rudimentary prayer and got up – filled with an energy and a zeal she had not felt in ages, it seemed – to find out more about him.

So, here is my little surprise and my contribution to the effort to make Irmo be universally loved.

It was - as ever - a blast to collaborate with my darling friend @the-red-butterfly who's just a fantastic artist and a lovely person!

Lots of love from me!

[june-girl-86]

Chapter 53

Ahsoka's healing

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC Female!

ReaderRating: Mature/Explicit (+18)

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence / Love / Action&Adventure / Blood&Violence / Drama & Romance / Slow Burn / Fluff&Smut

The night was lit up by the glow of the fire. Blood-red glowed the dark sky, no starlight to give hope. On the ground it ate away, so powerful, hateful. A figure tried to run away from it, leaping over rocks whose surface was boiling hot; fallen trees, the roots dead; stumbling through streams that had bubbled a short time ago and were now dried up by the heat. Her lungs burned, the smoke trying to suffocate her. She tried to run even faster despite everything, but the roller of fire kept coming closer, swallowing everything and taking her too.

Ahsoka's eyes snapped open, she was shaking all over and gasping for air, which she was not denied. Irritated, she looked around, realised where she was and stared at her hands, looking for injuries, but it had only been a dream, once again. She felt that trepidation and jumped out of her bed, she had to get out, get some fresh air. Ahsoka glanced at the sleeping Morai in her bed of straw. The Convor lady was feeling a little better, but her feathers were still pale. Ahsoka kept the curtains closed so as not to wake Morai and quietly left her room and the building. It was early morning, the sun was just rising, the birds were chirping happily, but Ahsoka barely noticed. The cheerfulness could not infect her. The images in her head depressed her too much.

"Up so early?"

Startled, Ahsoka jumped to the side as Luke stepped out from between bushes. In his hand was a basket of picked berries. The Togruta lowered her head dejectedly and Luke touched her on the back. He led her to a stone circle, took a seat and waited until Ahsoka sat down too.

"Tell me about your dreams!"

Ahsoka looked at him in surprise.

"I hear your pleas when dreams plague you!"

His counterpart shook his head and he held the basket out to her. She took one of the dark berries and ate it. The sweetish taste did her good and she tasted a few more. Then she sighed.

"I see fire eating the inside of a mountain, destroying it. I see it burning the trees, even the souls have no chance. The wind spreads the blood and as soon as it touches the ground the flames overpower it. The sky is devastated and no life is possible!"

Ahsoka noticed the dismayed look on Luke's face.

"You must find a way to take up the fire, to kindle your extinguished flame so that your spirit can be brightened!"

The Togruta raised her arms and lowered them in resignation.

"How?"

Luke rose to his feet.

"Take your time!"

With those words, he left her and Ahsoka gazed after the young man thoughtfully.

Take your time... Ahsoka decided to use it and not just sit around doing nothing. She wasn't as powerless as she had been a few days ago and packed her bag of provisions. Morai squealed and Ahsoka crouched down. She held out her arm to Morai and the convor lady umped on it. She made herself comfortable on Ahsoka's shoulder and left the shared quarters with her.

The Togruta walked past the bamboo grove, left the pond on her left and headed down an unknown path. Morai was curious to see where it would lead, the convor lady nestled against Ahsoka's cheek, feeling no connection other than skin-to-skin contact, and once again sadness befell her. Morai hoped that they would soon find each other again and that Ahsoka would regain her inner contentment. She had witnessed every nightmare, every escape from her quarters and had seen Ahsoka's despair. Now, however, the Jedi seemed a little more relaxed, as if going for a walk would do her good. Morai let her gaze wander, watching as they walked across the grass, crested a hill and entered the forest that followed. The trees let in the sunlight, but the temperature dropped a little.

Morai shivered, she saw that Ahsoka was getting goosebumps too. And yet they kept walking until Ahsoka stopped. The sun's rays broke through the branches, dust danced up and down in them. Small swarms of mosquitoes buzzed on the spot and threads of loose spider webs moved gracefully upwards with each breath of air, only to slowly float back down. Ashoka breathed deeply, inhaling the smell of the forest. Morai sniffed, smelling the different aromas. Wildflowers had squeezed through the moss, the red and yellow blossoms wide open, giving off their scent. Butterflies had taken up residence on some of them, pausing like the walker and her companion. They stood still for a while, then Ahsoka went on.

The forest cleared, but before they got to the edge, sheltered by bushes, Ahsoka stopped. Morai looked ahead, then at her. Her gaze seemed focused, she was listening. Morai followed suit and sure enough, she heard a rustling and soft sounds that sounded like someone smacking their lips. Slowly Ahsoka started moving again, but ducked the closer she got to the thicket. There she crouched down, pushed aside a few branches and was able to pinpoint the source of the sounds. In a meadow, the tall grass lush green, a group of kybucks moved about with their young. While the adults ate, the young ones jumped back and forth and played with each other. Morai noticed a change in Ahsoka, her expression alternating between amazement, happiness and sadness, in the end the smile won. Ahsoka swallowed as she watched the animals and she felt warm. She remembered a time when she was still at home and she felt that love again. Her mother had often taken her for walks, shown her the nature of her home. She could remember when she had just walked off by herself without telling her parents. She had strayed into a meadow where she met a lone Kybuck cub.

Both of them had hesitated, the young one whimpering, trying to find his parents. Ahsoka had walked slowly towards him, he had approached her too and then looked at her in wonder as he heard her words in his mind. The boy lowered his head and Ahsoka stroked it reassuringly until they heard several sounds. On one side a humming, on the other voices. The Kybuck boy had run in the direction of his, Ahsoka had watched him for a while longer, then she answered her mother's calls. She didn't scold, though, she just pulled her daughter into her arms and was glad to have her with her, knowing that Ahsoka wouldn't be with them much longer.

A few days later, Luke watched as Ahsoka set off again in the direction of the forest. She had told him about her sighting and Luke sensed that the animals had triggered something positive in the Togruta. 

Ahsoka took a different path this time, penetrating other areas of the forest. A small stream meandered through, dragonflies hovering above with their translucent wings. Morai on her shoulder watching her friend's every step. Watched her take care not to step on the blue mushrooms on which the morning dew still sparkled. And then they arrived back at the clearing, the Kybucks had gathered there again as well. As they did, Ahsoka noticed something. She pointed out Morai, the pregnant Kybuck grazing at the edge of the clearing, the cover of the thicket behind her. She had a much lighter coat than the others.

When she looked up, she was staring in Ahsoka's direction and she had the feeling that she was being seen by her. Only slowly did the Kybuck lower her head and retreat into the bushes. They stayed for a while, then the two of them made their way back. Morai carefully picked the red berries she had collected from Ashoka's hand and slowly became full. The Togruta suddenly stopped and pointed to a fallen tree. Many mushrooms had accumulated on its trunk, orange, with white spots. Ahsoka frowned for a moment, crouched down in front of it. She smelled them, ran her thumb along the surface, then nodded with a smile before she began to collect them. She noticed Morai's questioning look: "On Shili, these grew too and were delicious!"

When Luke returned from his meditation, Grogu, who had been with him, was no longer present. He did not find him in the building, so he went outside to search. A delicious scent wafted to him and he followed the trail. Smiling, he stopped after a while. Grogu sat next to Morai, both tilting their heads curiously, watching Ahsoka cook. A pot hung over a campfire, the smell emanating from it. A homemade fishing rod lay nearby. The Togruta nodded to Luke and offered to eat with them. He noticed the plates she had brought.

"There's fish in a mushroom herb sauce!" explained Ahsoka and that this meal reminded her of her childhood. She poured some into a bowl for Morai to taste. Grogu she also put down a plate, handed the boy a spoon. Luke took a seat next to Ahsoka and started eating with her. It tasted delicious and he could understand Grogu asking for seconds several times. Luke let his gaze slide over Ahsoka, who smiled as she watched Morai regain her strength with the food as well. Perhaps, Luke thought, Ahsoka was also smiling because of the first two splashes of green that had found their way back into Morai's feathers.

Time passed, the nights got better, Ahsoka woke up less and less from nightmares and as they walked through the forest, she heard a very soft whisper. Nature was speaking to her. She also slowly sensed Morai's thoughts again. 

No matter which way they took, they always came back to the clearing with the Kybucks. This time, too, they were on their way there. But something was different about this day. The clouds had not let the sun through and a fresh wind made the treetops sway back and forth. It was quieter in the forest, hardly a bird to be heard, let alone seen. The whisper of the trees mingled with the rush of the wind. Morai heard the sound first, listened several times and became uneasy on Ashoka's shoulder. She paused and looked questioningly at the convordame, but before she could react, Ahsoka heard it too. The painful moan echoed to them and Ahsoka felt the fear emanating from it. She started to run, it wasn't far and she could see the pregnant Kybuck lying among the bushes. Her sounds of pain increased. But before Ahsoka simply dashed into the clearing, she drew her vibrating blade and made her way through the bushes. The Kybuck saw her and began bleating loudly, but her strength quickly waned. Her light fur was bloody and she had a deep bite wound on her right side. As Ahsoka approached her, she noticed the black body of a wolf-like animal. This one was no longer moving, as you could see it had taken many kicks, had died from its injuries. The Kybuck had fought for her life and won the first fight. But now her strength was failing. Again she wailed, but quieter now. Ahsoka knelt in front of her, touched her to her stomach and closed her eyes. She hadn't really expected anything, and yet there was this feeling that ran through her body. The excited pounding of the little creature's heart and its plea to survive. As if she had burned her hands, she let go of the Kybuck. Ahsoka swallowed, then looked at the Morai.

"Can you make it to Luke?"

Morai cooed several times and pushed off from the shoulder to float into the forest.

Ahsoka quietly entered the hut where Morai had been some time ago when Luke had nursed her. Now the injured Kybuck lay sleeping on the straw. Ahsoka slowly crouched down, touched the sleeping woman on her shoulder joint and she opened her eyes a little. You could see the exhaustion in them. Ahsoka knelt in front of her, removed the bandage and checked the wound. It finally looked better. The Togruta opened a tin, inside was an ointment which she spread generously on the wound. She had made this herself after discovering the coral-shaped, golden-yellow flowers of the witch hazel in the forest. In addition to the Bacta that Luke had on hand, it helped heal the wound.

She also kept instilling the injured woman with a tea made from the golden root to help her regain her strength. All of her energy was going to her unborn child to keep it alive. Ahsoka felt it even now as she placed her hands on the Kybuck's belly. In the last few days, the calls of the herd had also been heard, searching for her, but the Kybuck had been too weak to respond. Ahsoka hoped she would be able to return soon. 

More days had passed, each one progress in healing, not just from the Kybuck. Luke sensed Ahsoka coming back, she wasn't really aware of it herself yet.

Ahsoka awoke in the middle of the night, but no nightmare had startled her. A feeling of warmth had come over her, touching her skin, soft and gentle. A whisper came through the open window, she heard the happiness within. She left the building without putting on her shoes, walked barefoot to the hut and could see the open gate from afar. When she got there, she spotted Luke inside. He pointed to the straw, stained with a little blood and slime, otherwise the room was empty. The Togruta turned away, ran off, into the forest. She was aware of the whispering that led her through the dark forest. Ran faster, ignoring when she stepped on sharp little stones, scratched herself on thorns and tripped over roots. And then she reached the clearing, the moonlight shining on it. The Kybucks had taken their old and new member protectively into their midst. She could feel the joy, the love that the herd felt. The many pairs of eyes stared at Ahsoka, watching as she tried to steady her breathing. Ahsoka stared back, finding the small creature standing behind its mother, still a little wobbly on its feet. The mother bowed her head, bleating several times. Her conspecifics joined her before turning and disappearing into the thicket together. Gratitude accompanied Ahsoka back.

A few stars could be seen through the cloudy night sky. It was quiet at the pond, only the crackling of wood could be heard. The campfire was reflected on the smooth surface of the water. Ahsoka sat in front of the fire, not far from her Morai, whose green feathers shone in the firelight. She watched her friend, who had not moved for hours. She sensed a restlessness, but didn't know if it was hers or Ahsoka's. Morai cooed softly. The Togruta opened her eyes, staring into the flames. Fire... The last few nights she had dreamed of fire again, of anguished screams, the voice of Anakin. After so long, she felt things she had repressed. The battle at the Neti, the ambush of Bo-Katan... But there was another fire in her past. Her eyes fixed on the flame as it fought the others, clinging along the wood to get enough oxygen and subdue her sisters. The flame whispered, whispered, it sounded like it was saying her name. The red of the flame reminded her of her fight, against the Inquisitor. She had felt safe on Thabeska, but the temptation of reward and the fear of the Empire had betrayed her. She had had no anger, probably would have acted the same. The Inquisitor's appearance was terrible, his viciousness too. And this had been his fault, because his arrogance was damaging him. She thought of the moment after she had defeated him, the relief of the crystals in his lightsabers.

Ahsoka had not only freed the farmers from evil, but the crystals as well. She had given them back their purity. A breeze brushed across her skin, she heard that whisper again. Her arms began to tingle, something was moving in the grass somewhere. Before Ahsoka had opened her eyes, she had already jumped up. Grogu backed away, startled, as the lightsabers were pointed at him. He grumbled, had he hungrily made his way to the lake, hoping to find a frog.

"I thought Luke showed you how to approach without being noticed!" smiled Ahsoka, hearing an excited coo. She looked to Morai who was jumping around the fire agitated and approaching her. Ahsoka blinked. The whisper of flames had joined, with a familiar hum. Her gaze drifted down to her hands, there she held, as if naturally, her two lightsabers. Her fingers tightly gripped the hilts. As if she were seeing the white blades for the first time... The light gave her hope and a tear ran down her cheek.

@rain-on-kamino

[itisyeduck]

Writing Practice

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For reference, these characters are my OCs. I might write more about them if you wish. I’m just trying to start somewhere (so if its confusing, thats why), and get into the habit of writing more often. This scene is inspired by a scene in the movie Fried Green Tomatoes. Which is where I got the duck story from. More writing to come hopefully. I’m still figuring out how Tumblr works haha.

CW: character death, implied chronic illness

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“Maria….?” Damian sighed into her lap, at peace.

“Yes..? What is it Damian?”

He paused for a moment, enjoying the moment between them.

“Maria….can you tell everyone…that..that I’m sorry…sorry for not living longer…and for dragging them into the Mafia mess…?”

Maria was startled by his request.

“Wh-what do you mean?” She choked back tears, “you could tell them. Right?”

He shook his head, sighing. “No…you know as well as I…..”

Maria teared up. “But-“

“Shhh…..Maria…please….just…just hold me…like you always do…”

Maria nodded and gently lifted his head from her lap and held him in her arms, wrapping some blankets around them both.

“Maria…? Can you..tell me that story? The one with the ducks…..tell me about the lake…” Damian relaxed on her chest.

“Of course, honey….” She sniffled, “there-there used to be a lake…just over yonder…and one year..some ducks came by and landed on the pond…” she laughed a little to herself, “the temperature dropped so quickly that the pond froze with the ducks still on it…and when the ducks took flight, they took that lake with them…some say it’s all the way in Olympus..”

Damian smiled, remember every other time she had told him that story. Finally, he let out a happy, peaceful sigh, and finally he breathed his last.

She sat there in her room, for hours, crying quietly. Her mind wandered into a world where she was still sitting with him, a world that could no longer be. A world where he was completely content in her arms, warm and innocent.

But that world could no longer be.

A world that was gone forever.

[browntownalley]

Blue Skies |1|

{Summary: This story has no pre-figured plot, Im just having fun with an OC and the inspiring characters of WH. That said, this is going more for a horror/suspense vibe with maybe some romance. But just from what I've written certain characters are already deviating from their initial concept. Nonetheless, I hope yall enjoy!}

It was a thick but light shower outside, drops singing as they splopped into puddles marbling the neighborhood. Likewise, the sky laughed booming, playful, but soft rumbles.

Wally watched it all with curiosity. It had never rained this early in the day before. The host was already in his loungewear, ready to huddle up cozy in Home before night fell.  Normally his windows were locked tight by the time any pitterpatters or rumblings stirred from outside. 

As if to explain the phenomenon, that was the day they got a new neighbor.  Wendy Showers, the Weather Worm (A snake actually). She was perfect for that old station.

Wanted someplace less stuffy, Wendy had said, at least that’s what Wally had heard.  Somehow he’d missed her arrival. By the time they were ready to properly welcome her, Wendy was already set up, her station just a little livelier and cleaned up than the empty scraphouse it once was.  

They threw a little welcome party by the pond: a banner hanging high and colorful, delightfully designed snack pastries, fruit and drinks set out on the picnic bench, Sally’s radio playing classical music and Julie passing out wind wands, hats and kazoos. 

Wendy had appeared far earlier than expected and helped set up the streamers and treats. When Wally arrived with his pal Barnaby, they were both surprised to find her up on the a pole of the snack and drink stand to help Eddie hang streamers. Eddie was going on happily about all the different kinds of mail there were while Julie was trying and failing to assure Poppy that Wendy was perfectly safe.

“Is that the one and only?” Barnaby chuckled loudly to announce their arrival and greet the newcomer.

“How do you do, big and blue?” Wendy swooed back.

“Ohoho!”

Her navy blue limbs were long and noodly like the streamers she hung. A large colorful, puffy cloud gobbled up the sky blue of her oversized t-shirt, and her puffy, pale locks of hair gobbled up the upper half of her navy blue face, barely allowing the round end of a purple nose poke through. A relaxed smile as she chatted with the other neighbors was the only visible aspect of her facial expressions.

Wally mostly stayed to the sidelines as the other neighbors arrived and things picked up. As usual, Barnaby and Sally played tug of war for the spotlight, Howdy set up a stand to sell goods, and eventually everyone got roped into a made up game by Julie. In no time at all it was as if Wendy had always lived there.

The host had gotten lost in his own thoughts as the welcome wagon dispersed. He didn’t notice Wendy perching on the other side of the table until she spoke.

“Hey there, breadlock,” she said. When Wally looked up to a face covered by snowy locks, he couldn’t help but stare, as if looking any more intensely would suddenly make Wendy’s eyes appear. He couldn't see her.

“You normally this quiet?” the question was lighthearted, short and sweet, her tone relaxed.

“I’m quiet?” Wally was playing dumb as he often did. 

“Depends on who you ask I guess. You’re Wally Wackford right? With the flying house?” the nonchalance with which she said it had caught him off guard, a single chuckle escaped the show host.

“Oh, no. I’m Wally Darling. Home can’t fly. At least, I don’t think he can,” It was another moment of playing dumb, but Wendy just chuckled through it, her grin widening. Wally decided to look down at his hands, before her appearance unsettled him further.

Frankly, he wasn’t sure what Home was entirely capable of, but growing a pair of wings and fluttering off was the least of his worries.

“Well if he ever does, ask em to talk to me first. Might be good to know the forecast before taking of into the great yonder.”

As she spoke, Wendy Showers rose smoothly to her feet, almost a bouncing motion, “Nice to meet you all by the way, I already feel at home!” 

Wally looked up again to watch her go. He leaned on a hand thoughfully.

“Already…. Huh,” he wondered.

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Part 2

[colesmurf23]

(OC) Moa The Toad

Bio: Moa Toad

Name: Moa

Nickname: Morra

Age: 29

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: December 21st

Species: Toad

Relationship/Girlfriend: Mora

Family Members: Monna (Sister in law) Jozy (Brother in law) Mozelle (Sister in law) Jordi (Brother in law) Jordin (Brother in law) Joanne (Sister in law) Morvan (Brother in law) Joretta (Sister in law) Janelle (Sister in law) Myron (Brother in law) Maxie (Brother in law) Jordana (Younger Sister in law) Jordy (Younger Brother in law) Molly (Younger Sister in law) Moxxie (Youngest Brother in law) Pinky (Youngest Adopted Brother in law) Sky (Youngest Adopted Sister in law)

Personality: Fun, Adventures, Agile, Altruistic, Cook, Baker, Study, Consecrate, and Gamer

Friends: Clumsy Smurf Greedy Smurf Chef Smurf Vanity Smurf Farmer Smurf Mikole (Best Friend) Rosalyn (2nd Best Friend) Ginney (3rd Best Friend) Verona Alaina (4th best friend) Nyomi (My bestie's oc) Cupcake (My bestie's oc and 5th best friend) Fiona (My bestie's oc and 6th best friend) Taylyn (My bestie's oc) Audie (My bestie's oc and 7th best friend) Brigette (Our oc and 8th best friend) Scarllett (Our oc and 9th best friend) Kelcie (Our oc and 10th best friend) Luciana (Our oc and 11th best friend) Alanah (Our oc) Parissa (12th best friend) Amarah (My bestie's oc and 13th best friend) Carlie (My bestie's oc and 14th best friend) Masae (Our oc) Sparki (Our oc and 15th best friend)

Favorite Color: Pink And Aqua

Favorite Season: Winter

Favorite Holiday: Christmas

Fun Fact: Moa is a very fun toad, she love doing playing all kinds of fun stuff. She is very fun to have around. Especially in the winter time. As a fun toad, she love going on adventures. When she goes on adventures. alot of people, want her to be part of their team. Because she is just so fun to have around, other people. During adventures. While she is on her adevenurs. She love walking fast. To visit new areas. She also finds things really fast. She can easily get it. Even while she jumps. Because she is quick on reaching an apple. While on her adventures. She isn't selfish, she love letting people go with her. During her winter addvenurs. As a advenurs toad, she is selfless. She even, likes to help an animal in need. Or a person. She gets very cusurn. When something is wrong with the animals and people. She even waits for the parmatics. To arrive. Before she continues on her adventures. While she is out adventuring, she can pretty much cook, some good food. She even cooks for the people she is worried about. To make sure, they get a nice and warm meal. During winter, she even feed wild animals. She does keep her distance. From them. While she put the food out. Since Wild animals can be very dangers. She also love baking, she love baking cookies and all kinds of pretty cakes. She mostly makes those kind of desserts. On the Holidays. She even goes to Christmas parties. To bake for all the kids. As a holiday treat. She also love studding, all kinds of different combinations. For her cakes and cookies. To try something new mix together. She just love studding all kinds of different cookies and cakes. While she is cooking, she is very focus, on her goodies. She doesn't want to mess up her goodies. She does make the pretties cakes. And while she isn't baking or on advenurs. She sits down and relax, playing video games. She love playing Mario games. Because they have all kinds of winter levels. She does love winter theme worlds or course.

Extra Information: Moa was born in the winter, she was born 4 days before Christmas. She would of been born in January. But they had to take her. due to her mother being sicking, while carrying her. Moa really loves winter. She love ice skating. on a ice pond or river. During the winter. She love playing in the snow. She mostly plays in the snow with her friends. Her most favorite about snow. That she can make snow angels. And make Snowman. She really doesn't like the Summer. It's just too hot for her. But on rare occasions. She does go swimming. Because it reminds her of now, that melts into water. In the winter. She bakes all kinds of winter theme dessert. She makes it very pretty. And during the winter, she love getting her slid. And slide down a hill. And during the night in winter, she does go outside. To watch the aurora lights. (She live in iceland BTW) And she also love winter animals. During the winter, she love the arctic hare. It's some kind of pet bunny she have. (He's a fuzzy animal BTW) She does all kind of winter fun stuff with her bunny. It may be winter, but she love flying in the snow. As a advenurs toad, she mostly does her advenurs. During the winter season.

Moa belongs to: me

Toad Species: Nintendo

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[gffa]

It’s been three months since my last set of recs and, in that time, this fandom has been on fire pretty much 24/7! Do I mean being on fire in the sense of a tire fire? Do I mean being on fire in the sense that everyone has been rocking it? Yes. And the fic that the fandom produces makes all of the rollercoaster worth it because, holy crap, I can never be dead on the inside when fic makes me feel this many things! I HAVE FELT SO MANY THINGS WHILE READING THESE FICS and I’m not going to be alone in that. So have some fic that I really loved! I’m less appreciative, however, of how you guys are putting out more fic than I can keep up with, so this list is once again a mere fraction of the good stuff out there. But at least you’ll be crying from feelings alongside me and hopefully find something that really tickles you to read! We could all really use some distraction and something good in this world, so STAR WARS fandom is here to do its best to provide. STAR WARS FIC RECS: PREQUELS RECS: ✦ Best (Questionable) Practice by Papook, jocasta nu & jaster mereel, 1.2k    Maybe this one will talk, Jo thought, watching the man walk down the path approaching her hiding place. Every other person she had interrogated thus far had been singularly unhelpful, with no response worth recording. She was beginning to despair of finding any sources for her research, but she was determined to follow every possible lead. ✦ Bloodlines by KCKenobi, obi-wan & anakin & dooku, 35.8k    or: your classic family road trip across a desert planet, except your grandpa is, you know, a Sith Lord. And now he’s sort of starting to bond with your Jedi dad. And that might be an issue. ✦ walk by faith/tell no one what you’ve seen by Killbothtwins, obi-wan & qui-gon & bant & bruck & tahl & dooku & cast, time travel, 39.1k    After the end of the war with the Empire, Obi-Wan wakes up in his twelve-year old body. Now all he needs to do is convince everyone he’s psychic, trick his Master into taking him on before he’s sent to Bandomeer, redeem a few bad guys, and try not to have a nervous breakdown. Pretty easy. It’s not like the Sith are lurking on the horizon, waiting to devour the Jedi Order. ✦ Recovery by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin, 1.4k    Obi-Wan falls ill during a mission and Anakin convinces his master to let him fill in for him. ✦ Beach Day by AdaliaK, obi-wan & anakin, 2.9k    Obi-Wan tries to have a relaxing day at the beach with Anakin. It goes about as well as most things in Obi-Wan’s life. ✦ Just Resting My Eyes by hellowkatey, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & rex, 1.2k    During a war, sleep is few and far between sometimes. Especially for stubborn Jedi who think meditation is a substitute for a REM cycle. ✦ cause a commotion (jump in the ocean) by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, mer!anakin, 1.2k    Ahsoka worries about finding a Master and instead finds a friend haunting the ponds in the Room of a Thousand Fountains. ✦ it takes a village by svitzian, obi-wan & anakin & plo & bant & kit & quinlan & aayla & luminara, 11.6k    While Obi-Wan has business to attend to, Anakin is under the supervision of a string of Jedi babysitters. ✦ When the Master’s Away… by AdaliaK, obi-wan & anakin, 3.1k    When Obi-Wan goes out, leaving Anakin alone, the mischievous Padawan decides to flaunt all his master’s rules. As always with Anakin, disaster ensues. ✦ How Soon Is Now by victoria_p (musesfool), obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & luke & leia, 1.2k    Time moves differently on Malachor. ✦ Villains and Knaves by Be_Right_Back, obi-wan & hondo & katooni, 4.1k    Hondo has a run-in with Obi-Wan, which is always good for morale, and bad for profit. ✦ a void in the deserted temple by nadiavandyne, barriss & ahsoka & luminara, time travel, ~1k    When Barriss first sees Ahsoka again, she throws up. (Or, Post-Order 66 time travel, Barriss Offee edition.) ✦ Special Collections by Papook, obi-wan & cody & jocasta & clone ocs, 3.5k    The Negotiator gets an unexpected comm from an unusual place. Enter LIIL Squad, stage right. ✦ undeserving fall (this kind of sunlit love) by loosingletters, luke/palpatine & cast, time travel, 9.6k    A Naboo proverb says that it takes seven steps to fall from grace or climb towards glory. Sheev had never understood why the fall wasn’t considered a victory, when he had fallen towards the dark side with laurels adorning his head. ✦ Carbonite Tears by SiennahRobek, anakin & ahsoka & cast, 2.7k    In a new attempt to turn Anakin Skywalker to the dark side, Chancellor Palpatine orchestrates the disappearances of heavily pregnant Padme Amidala and Master Councilor Obi-Wan Kenobi. It backfired. Nobody really won. ✦ Secrets of the Temple by AdaliaK, ahsoka & cast, 3.6k    Youngling Ahsoka goes on a misguided adventure through the lower levels of the Jedi Temple and makes some interesting discoveries along the way. ✦ well-lived by CeruleanTactician, yoda & dooku & anakin, 1.2k    With the death of Count Dooku, the Republic is on the verge of victory. Not long after, Yoda takes the time to say goodbye to his last padawan. ✦ black gloaming by loosingletters, shmi & ahsoka & ocs & cast, 1.8k    “Shmi Skywalker, meet Sahki Tano and her daughter Ahsoka.” A few weeks after her son left Tatooine, Old Jira asks Shmi if she could take in two newly-captured slaves. ✦ With the Tide by KCKenobi, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 3.6k    the disaster lineage ends up on the beach in the rain. Anakin says some things he regrets. Obi-Wan has a secret. And Ahsoka’s just tired of being caught in the middle. ✦ unbalanced, triumphant, and trying again by katierosefun, obi-wan & anakin, 2.6k    sometimes you just want to go home, wherever that may be. ✦ peace (finally) by billowypants, obi-wan & padme (& anakin), 1.5k    In the aftermath of her husband’s Fall, Padmé Amidala searches for peace. ✦ A Mountain Retreat by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & bail antilles & ocs, eventual discipline, 4.2k wip    Obi-Wan and his young Padawan, Anakin, go to stay with friends in the mountains of Alderaan. Anakin learns to love snow, and finds new ways to get himself into trouble. Mistakes are made and lessons are learned, and a lot of fun is had along the way. ✦ a journey to hope by CloudySkyWars, obi-wan & ahsoka & cody & cast, 6.5k    It’s a big galaxy out there. Ahsoka searches for Obi-Wan after Order 66, and gets some help on the way. ✦ A Series of Chaotic Reports by Binouchetruc, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & yoda & dooku & qui-gon & cast, 5.5k wip    This is a story where we share the suffering and delight of the Jedi Council through various reports of various Padawans through the years. ✦ Anakin’s Birthday by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin, 1.3k    Anakin is about to celebrate his first birthday as a Jedi Padawan and Obi-Wan helps to make it special. Pure fluff. ✦ Not Much Has Changed, Except for Everything by hellowkatey, obi-wan & anakin, time travel, 4.4k    Anakin is angry at Obi-Wan, and the Force decides to intervene by throwing him back in time. OBI-WAN/ANAKIN RECS: ✦ For Breakfast by Crowgirl, obi-wan/anakin, 2.6k    The house by the lake is small, primitive compared with their Academy lodgings, but it’s also quiet, blissfully quiet and far away from anything that might turn into a battle or an ambush or a skirmish or even a brawl. ✦ Let me be that I am by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin & cast, eventual NSFW, omegaverse, male pregnancy, 5.2k wip    A year after the war is won and Sidious defeated, the galaxy limps on and recovers, though many find healing a difficult thing. Anakin most of all, until the impossible becomes possible, and he discovers something more terrifying than war, the unknown of what he thought he could never have. ✦ Satellite Mind by intermundia, septemberist, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 19.3k    Five times Obi-Wan heard Anakin’s thoughts, and one time Anakin heard Obi-Wan’s. ✦ Significant Bother by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon, 4.8k wip    Qui-Gon Jinn lives to train Anakin, and it somehow turns Anakin and Obi-Wan into lifelong enemies. It’s a shame they work so well together anyway. ✦ there is no heart for me like yours by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.3k    Anakin wasn’t even aware what he was doing, but everything Anakin did was turning Obi-Wan on like a switch. When they are finally alone, Obi-Wan makes sure he knows the effect he has on Obi-Wan. ✦ respect to speak, and trust by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, ~1k    Or, after one too many acts of insolence in public, Obi-Wan sets a punishment. ✦ nothing compares to you by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & rex & palpatine & mace & padme & yoda & cast, time loop, 30.2k wip    Sometimes you only get one chance to make things right. But when you’re Anakin Skywalker, Chosen One, sometimes the Force intervenes to give you a second chance. Or a third. Or a fourth. ✦ pretty bird and the blanket thief by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cody & rex, NSFW, modern au, d/s, read the tags, 14.5k    A stupid, petty fight between stupid, petty people leads to Anakin banning sex for however long it takes to get Obi-Wan to see reason. Definitely telling Obi-Wan he can’t touch his own pretty bird is going to first of all, work, and second of all, end well for everyone involved. Sure. Totally. ✦ Run Away With Me by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 8k    Several months after their mating, Obi-Wan and Anakin have left the Jedi and the war to travel the galaxy. Busy nesting for his upcoming heat, Anakin has been complaining of a sense of danger in the Force, and his nightmares have been getting worse. Is it just pre-heat anxiety as Obi-Wan suspects, or something more sinister? ✦ to love is to burn, to be on fire by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 5.8k    Anakin and Obi-Wan attend the coronation of a queen on Naboo. Or: fancy clothes go on, fancy clothes come off. ✦ cute guy, fast car, i’m all yours by wanderlove, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, 7.3k    In which Anakin saves a rich lawyer from a low-level Hutt enforcer and gets himself railed as a reward. ✦ à la carte by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & mace & satine & quinlan & cast, NSFW, modern au, 13k    Anakin Skywalker is a perfectly normal grad student. He spends his days at the robotics lab, his evenings working at an upscale restaurant and his weekends on inadvisable hookups. That is, until Obi-Wan Kenobi saunters into his workplace and sweeps him off his feet. ✦ immortal and divine by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, sith!anakin, 4.3k    In which Obi-Wan and Anakin fall to the dark and swear their allegiances to Sidious and Dooku.Obi-Wan hates the boy he blames his master’s death for,and he hates and hates and hates.But for the strangest reason that boy grows into a man,and never wavers in his allegiance to a Sith he might have called master. ✦ disobedience is a demand for change by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, daddy kink, 4.5k    Anakin acts like a brat for feeling guilty about something. Obi-Wan gives Anakin what he’s looking for. ✦ Lux Æterna by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin, author chose not to use warnings, 4k    There is no braid in his hair, —there has never been a braid in his hair,— masters bow too low in front of him and padawans’ whispers are always louder when he’s close by. ✦ we’ll make it to the other side by beetlesacquired, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, omegaverse, read the tags, 1.5k    All he could think about was Anakin, the fear Anakin must’ve felt even as he masked it with anger, the worry that he’d been abandoned as a casualty of war, that Obi-Wan wasn’t coming for him. ✦ Prompted | Ventrobikin by intermundia, obi-wan/ventress & obi-wan/anakin & obi-wan/anakin/ventress, NSFW, 9.5k wip    A collection of short smutty oneshots written in response to prompts :) ✦ deception: epilogue by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 6.2k    Anakin and Obi-Wan renew the physical part of their relationship after Rako Hardeen ✦ holy hands by Demi_Fae, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 1.1k    Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker love each other and always will, through a hundred lifetimes and a thousand years. ✦ Vows and Promises by lowstandards, obi-wan/anakin & padme & satine & quinlan/asajj & palpatine & cast, NSFW, modern au, 11.2k    Or: the resulting AU of watching Four Weddings and a Funeral for the millionth time but there’s only one wedding and no funeral in this ✦ Fine Pearls & Bad Leather by SingManyFaces, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, bodyguard au, 1.6k    Lord Kenobi spends the night in with the captain of his personal guard while abroad in the Lake Country. ✦ O Trespass Sweetly Urged by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 8.6k    Anakin and Obi-Wan witness a sex ritual while on a mission. Obi-Wan doesn’t understand why Anakin is so scandalized by this, until Anakin admits that he’s never had sex. Obi-Wan…might need a minute to process that. ✦ touch of heaven with a wild side by Demi_Fae, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sex pollen, 1.3k    “That was one of the things we were able to figure out while you were…” Anakin gestured to Obi-Wan who nodded for him to continue. “You would have to ask Kix about the specifics, but it’s some sort of combination reproductive and defense feature, and at this point it’s basically orgasm or…” ✦ marks for excellence by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, professor!obi-wan, 2.1k    Or, Anakin helps his husband, Professor Kenobi, with his grading. ✦ Snap, Crackle, Pop by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, spanking, 5.2k    Several months into the Clones Wars, Anakin disobeys Obi-Wan’s orders during the Battle of Muunilinst and puts himself in grave danger. Returning to his Master, he finds him at his wits end. Obi-Wan asks if Anakin can think of any consequences that would actually work in teaching him a lesson, and is surprised by the answer. ✦ color me by Demi_Fae, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.5k    Obi-Wan had never seen such a bright color, on himself or on anyone else. ✦ blue, for you by y0u_idjits, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.6k    “What do you think?” he asks, a touch breathless. “Would it suit me?” Obi-Wan is utterly frozen. He swallows loudly and starts, “Anakin-” ✦ Prompted - Chapter 14: #BinGate by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, mild d/s, modern au, 3.9k    Bake Off AU, judge/former contestant, light scolding kink. ✦ perks of promotion by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, professor!obi-wan, 2k    Obi-Wan and Anakin celebrate Obi-Wan’s promotion. ✦ me and my man, we get on like a house on fire by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, NSFW, modern au, 14.8k    Obi-Wan had just wanted to relax in a nice bath, get away from the pressures of international stardom. Just for a night. A few hours. Too bad he accidentally starts a kitchen fire instead. REBELS RECS: ✦ Living memory. by outpastthemoat, kanan/hera & depa & ezra, 1.1k wip    Kanan has been on the run for the majority of his life. And danger has become merely another tool he wields, as much as his blaster or saber. At night, Kanan examines his memories. ORIGINAL TRILOGY RECS: ✦ time and time and time again by gigglesandfreckles, obi-wan & anakin & leia & luke & cast, 9.6k    “I know who you are,” she interrupts, staring at his hand suspiciously. “You’re Ben. Luke’s teacher.” He smiles at that. “I have had many titles, but…’Luke’s teacher’ is one I confess to being quite proud of.” ✦ Glimpses by SpyroTF, anakin & han, 1k    When Vader steps aboard the Millennium Falcon for the first time, he doesn’t react the way Han expects him to. ✦ Paternal Relations by willowcrowned, obi-wan & anakin & luke, 1.2k    Oh shit, Luke thinks, Vader is my dad’s ex-husband. ✦ Mouse Droids and How To Fix Them – A Quick And Easy Guide [Livestream] by loosingletters, luke & leia, 2.3k    As the future Queen of Alderaan, Leia is under a lot of pressure and stress. So what if she stays up late to watch a farmboy mechanic fix a droid? FULL DETAILS + RECS HERE!

[nokaru]

Frogs Do Fly and Gods Do Bleed

Hello beloveds, if you're bored why don't you read this snippet of completely random cringe hmm? I know you want to ;)

(random notes/wannabe ff? Just to let you know I'm not a fanfic writer, I only fancy myself a school literature connoisseur and with said stories being only in czech I will not even bother trying to understand English commas cheers)

✨Obi's headcanon backstory✨

Starring

Child 'why are we still here? Just to suffer' Obi

And LOT of OCs

Including

Child 'same bullshit, different day' Nokaru

Little brother 'I won't hesitate bitch' Haru

Sister 'I'm a nun cause not even the Gods can help me' Fiona

Big brother 'damage control' Tom

And some more! :D

....

Obi was different than other 8 year olds, he had to be. To survive. To be able to make it out there for so long on his own. He was strong, cunning and independent. He was better. But beside edgy internal monologs about life and death, he fitted into the same category as other 8 year olds. Dumb. That's what his mother said. Obi still sometimes thinks about her. He used to be sad about her.. "situation", but now he just laughs. She was the dumb one. At least that's what auntie Anna-Marie from the Bloody Mary brothel says. And Obi is convinced she's right.

....

Sister Fiona, the apathetic nun who for some reason was appointed as another one of the caretakers, said the great goddess Somni doesn't find the kids lives interesting enough to hate them. That so called cold hard truth caused Obi to release a snicker. Seeing Obi's reaction made his baby brother, still only 6 years old, snicker as well. Aniki lightly bonked both of their heads with a sigh. Nokaru stayed silent. Obi wonder if she believed the words of Sister Fiona.

....

Obi pondered about the great goddess some more.

Maybe she hated him like he hated green beans... Maybe she hated him the same way he hated his mother.. And maybe she hated Obi the same way his mother did.

....

"You can ignore 70% of the nihilistic bullshit Sister Fiona says.... With all due respect." Obi added the last part after short pause out of actual respect of Sister Fiona. He was also convinced she could hear everything so he tried to patch up his little slip up.

"Nihilistic?" Nokaru turned her head to the side in a questioning manner. How cute. Obi coughed.

"Ehm.. Well it's like... " Obi didn't have an answer for Nokaru's question because he himself didn't know what the word meant. He just recited the same phrase he heard Tsu-sensei say a while ago to his older brother.

Nokaru noticed Obi's skittishness and decided she will just ask Sister Fiona what it means later herself.

"Anyway!" with a little huff Nokaru swiftly pulled herself up from the fallen tree trunk she was sitting on, making sure not to slip on the tree moss, she sled closer to Obi who was sitting at the end of the trunk.

"I heard Mr. Zarr is returning today. Let's go ask Mrs. Rita when exactly he will be back."

Nokaru tried to sound more excited than she actually was.. It's not like she wasn't happy The Boss will be back, of course not! She was pumped and wanted to ask all about his adventures in Tanbarun. She just wanted to change the topic fast to make Obi feel less uncomfortable. And it worked. Obi pulled the biggest smile she had ever seen on him. Good. Obi's usual relaxed demeanor changed into ecstatic one. In an instant he jumped up, grabbed Nokaru's hand and with a boyish smirk sprinted towards the main house.

....

"GUYS THERE'S A FROG HERE!" yelled little Haru excitedly from the rocky side of the pond where the gang has been camping out for a while now.

"Where?!" star eyed Nokaru run up to Haru's crouched down figure in full speed, almost tripping over the bigger rocks in her path.

"Awww Haru where did it go?"

"Wha- huh no... It just flew away!" Haru gasped with whiny tone, looking all around. No frog to be found.

"It.. flew.. away?" raising an eyebrow Obi walked over to join the hunt for the lost frog.

The older kids, only including Tom Aniki and Hana, were trying to fish in peace still standing on the other side of the pond. Tom just shook his head.

"Maybe it did fly away.. " defeated sigh followed soon after Tom mumble the claim to himself. He just doesn't want anyone fighting again and burst Haru's bubble. That being said it was hard not to start playful fight with both Obi and Haru present.

"Frogs don't fly, stupid." scoffed Obi.

"Well this one just did!" whined Haru defensively.

"STOP LYING!"

"IT DID FLY AWAY!"

In the middle of this childish and petty bickering, stood Nokaru, like a stick figure you would draw with dull crayon.

"You guys..." the more reasonable child tried to laugh it off with an awkward giggle. Her attempts went unnoticed. The bickering continued.

"IT DID! IT DID FLY AWAY! CAUSE FROGS CAN DO ANYTHING AND YOU ARE JUST A MEANIE!" yelling on top of his little lungs Haru pumped his fists in almost cute threatening manner. Obi just laughed at his little brother.

"I'm a meanie? Really, that's all you got?"

"Dickhead."

"Oh, okay."

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What tf is this? Who knows Lmao I just wrote random things that came into my mind when I was bit tipsy, tried to explain some dynamics ig I still feel they are not really the way I want them to but oh well

Some more notes:

Goddess Somni is just reference to Atlas of Clouds and Moon Knight (protector of travelers of the night) basically. I wanted to give the underground tm some depth so I gave them this Lmao. They are evil but they have their own God they respect.

Actually I have no clue why I picked Sister Fiona to be there when she's kinda irrelevant in the overall OC story (I just like the trope of idgaf nuns)

Obi was adopted into his older brother's family and so was his little brother

his big bro's word is holy to Obi, with Haru... welp he's ready to throw hands

Nokaru took a passive role in these notes for some reason??? Idk

[the-blonde-adventurer]

Never Ending Truths (1)

Pairing: Indiana Jones x OC

Summary: Everyone is born with a matching tattoo to their soulmate, but not everyone can feel their soulmate's emotions. Harley LaCarrubba is a freshman attending Marshall college to one day be an archeologist with her passion for history. Lucky for her, she is being taught by none other than the famous Indiana Jones, the school heartthrob. She can feel her soulmate's emotions but never met him in real life, making her feel guilty about having a crush on her professor.

Words: 2330

warnings: none

*****

I can't believe today is my first day of college; I'm officially a college student at Marshall College. I looked down at my nautical compass tattoo with a map of the world behind it on my forearm but went down to my wrist; I was born with this tattoo; everyone is born with a matching tattoo with their soulmate. Soul marks are usually what connects you two together, such as a common interest. My soulmate and I have a special connection that no one else seems to have. We can feel each other's emotions. If I focus hard enough, I can feel what he is physically feeling. He was the first one to figure it out, and I felt a ghost of a kiss on my hand. Whenever he senses I'm nervous; I feel that soft kiss on my hand, letting me know everything will be alright. He has always been there for me when I'm upset or feeling under the weather. I have never met him yet, but I can feel the love we share for each other by his small acts.

I look at myself in the mirror, finally satisfied with how I look. I wore a knee-length green long-sleeved dress with white polka dots and my favorite black flats. I looked at my blonde hair, not knowing what to do with it, so I brushed my bangs and let my long hair fall to my back. Most women these days have short hair to their shoulders or a few inches past. I don't care that I'm different; I love my long wavy hair. I walk out of my tiny house with my book bag in hand, thinking about the day ahead. I felt my heart start to race as I grew nervous and started stressing myself out. What if I get lost? What if I sit in the wrong class? What if I can't find the course at all? Why do I always rattle myself up? I felt a kiss on my hand, instantly calming me down. "Thank you, my love. I'm just a little stressed today." I smile as I kiss my forearm, letting him know I felt him. I park my car in the student parking, taking a deep breath before getting out and grabbing my bookbag.

I pull out my schedule looking over it, trying to remember my classes. I walked in the halls seeing many students rushing around trying to find their courses while upper-class men watched everyone run around. Most people had their soul marks displayed to find their match. I go to my first class, which happens to be my least favorite subject, Math. I sat in class as the teacher, Mr. Johnson, introduced himself and the expectations of his class. I took notes and decided a red notebook would be great for this class since I'm not too fond of math. For an hour, I listened to the older man with a plain monotone voice stand in one spot as he talked about the importance of numbers and how they are exciting. I'm going to fail this class. I can already tell I'll be asleep for most of it. The bell finally rang, signaling us to go to the next lesson. I gather my things looking down at my schedule, noticing I have mythology 101 with Mrs. Donovan. I take my seat up front by the door and pick a green notebook for this class.

**Lunch**

I go to the cafeteria, grabbing a sandwich, chips, and water before walking outside. It was a beautiful day today, and I wanted to bask in the sun before going inside to another classroom. I watched as many people had the same idea as they sat at the tables outside, turning their heads to look at me. I walked past them, going to the grass, picking a nice spot that looked over the pond with a fountain shooting up. I felt calm and relaxed as I ate my lunch, looking at the beautiful scenery before me. "You were right; I have nothing to worry about." I smile as I place my right hand over my left, gently pulling my hand to my mouth placing a kiss on it. I felt his heart skip a beat as he felt me before I felt a kiss in return. "Someday, I'll meet you in person."

"That chick is talking to an imaginary friend; what a looney." I heard a boy snicker behind me.

"Does she not have enough money for a haircut?" A girl snickers in reply.

"Who sits on the grass like a child like that? What a loser. She's going to be the weirdo of the school; I bet she looks ugly as well."

I felt my heart drop as I listened to their hurtful words. I wanted to cry, but then I felt his touch on my skin. His hand was on the side of my face while his thumb brushed under my eye as if to wipe tears. A hand was then under my chin, telling me to keep my head up not to let it bother me. I felt his fingers gently start from my forehead, slowly moving down to my chin, making me lift my chin higher. My heart instantly started racing from excitement as I left his fingers to trace my lips as if it was his way of kissing me. Soon I forgot about the hurtful comments from the group behind me, focusing on his gentle touch. I smiled as I felt his other hand run through my hair, calming me down. I place a tender kiss on my hand, thanking him for helping me once again. I don't know what I would do without him. I love our little moments. I like this where I feel close to him. We have our little system and ways to communicate, which took time to learn. Our little hand kissed have different meanings; everything will be okay, thank you, and I care about you. Three taps on the thigh is asking for sex where we both try to please the each other. Nights that we both agree are nothing but magical and drive us both insane with pleasure. If one of us does three taps on the thigh while the other is busy, we slap our hand, telling the other not right now. Then usually, when the other is free, they come back with the three taps waiting for the other person. When I get scared, I feel his hand under my chin, telling me to keep my head up and not be scared. When I'm on the verge of crying, he gently caresses my face and runs his fingers through my hair. When I'm pissed off, he tries to distract me by grabbing my shoulder or my arm and gently peppering me with kisses along my arm. I heard the bell ring, signaling lunch was over and for us to go to our next class. I gathered my trash and threw it away near the group talking about me, seeing they were staring at me with their mouths open. I nod at them and walk to the next building feeling the wind in my hair calming me down for the next class. I was lost as I tried to find my history class taught by Mr. Smith. I finally found it walking in as the bell rang, noticing everyone was already in their seats staring at me as I walked in. I took the only seat left, which was in the back, forcing me to walk by everyone. "Tardiness will not be tolerated, not a very good start to the semester." He tells me with his arms crossed. Like the rest of the professors, he was an older man in his sixties with grey hair, a big belly, a serious expression, and seemed dull to the core. "My apologies, I got lost. It will not happen again." I apologize as I take my seat. "Better not." He then uses me as an example for most of the class. I grabbed my hand, wanting to feel comfort from my soul as I was called out. I was thankful for the bell saving me from this class as it was starting to put a damper on my mood. I grab my things and head to the classroom across the hall, seeing I was the first one here, so I pick the seat up front by the teacher's desk and chalkboard.  The room was filled with many artifacts, windows lining the left side, a projector in the middle of the seats, and a back room across from me to the left. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down from the last class, not wanting to be the center of attention again. I grab my blue notebook writing 'archaeology 101' on the front. I felt a kiss on my hand, letting me know everything would be alright. I smile to myself, taking another deep breath before placing a kiss on my hand. He must know I'm having a stressful day with how much he had to comfort me today. I hold my hand, not wanting to let go and keep him close to me. More students started to arrive, so I let go of my hand, not wanting to get made fun of again. Soon everyone arrived, and I felt a kiss on my hand, causing me to smile. I watched as the spare door opened and the professor walked to the front of the class. I felt my breathing hitched as I scanned him up and down. He wasn't as old as most teachers; he must have been in his thirties, sandy brown hair styled to the right, tan smooth skin, he wore a large pair of circular glasses, a three-piece tweed suit with a red bow tie, he was in great shape, tall, and so handsome. I felt my heart start to race as I stared at him, instantly attracted to my professor. He went over to the girl at the end of the row to the left handing her a paper before walking back in front of the class. He scanned over the class, starting from the back, finally making his way to the front, and his eyes locked with mine. It felt like an eternity went by, and we were still staring into each other's eyes. I give him a soft smile before looking down shyly, feeling my heart race and my cheeks burn a rosy red. I look back at him to see he shook his head before continuing with his class. The person next to me tapped my arm, grabbing my attention handing me a paper. I looked at it to see it was a layout of the seats where we were supposed to write our name in the chair we were sitting in. 'Harley LaCarrubba' I sign my name before passing it to the girl next to me.

"My name is Dr. Jones; you may refer to me as such or professor. I will be teaching Archaeology. Archaeology is the search for fact...not the truth. If it's the truth you're interested in, Dr.Tyree's philosophy class is right down the hall. So forget any ideas you've got about lost cities, exotic travel, and digging up the world. We do not follow maps to buried treasure, and "X" never, ever marks the spot. Seventy percent of all archaeology is done in the library. Research. Reading. We cannot afford to take mythology at face value." he teaches as he writes on the chalkboard. I listened to every word he said as he taught us for the rest of the class.

"Next week: "Egyptology." Starting with the excavation of Naukratis by Flinders Petrie in 1885. I will be in my office if anybody's got any problems for the next hour and a half." He announced as everyone started leaving. I noticed a few girls were already fussing over him, and I don't blame them. What am I doing? I have a soulmate who cares about me, and I'm just like all the other girls crushing over my professor, being disloyal to my soulmate. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts as I pack everything up and wait for the crowd to leave, not wanting to get trampled on. I finally got up once I noticed it was almost empty, making it more manageable.

I finally made it home after a stressful day, throwing my bookbag on the couch and plopping down myself. What am I doing? How can I betray my soulmate like this? I want to meet him already and feel closer to him. I tap my thigh three times, wondering if my soulmate is up for it. I need to apologize for looking at another man. I know some people go and have sex and date people that aren't their soulmates, and that's fine and all, but I can't live with myself if I do that. I felt the slap on my hand telling me he was busy, so I decided to do my nightly routine. I take a shower, eat some food, then settle down with a bottle of wine. I felt myself starting to get tipsy wanting nothing more than to be close to my soulmate. I lazily trail my hand up my thigh creating small circles as I stare off into space. I place kisses on my hand, slowly going up my arm. I tapped my thigh three times once more, seeing if he was ready yet. To my surprise, I felt those three taps back, signaling he was. I stumble to my room, closing the door, excited I would be close with him.