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ok but is anyone ever going to talk about the fact that, to a Hero of Hyrule, the phrase "half-alive" or "half-dead" means that they're actually doing pretty okay? Like, just in terms of the games, too. At the beginning of most Zelda games, you typically have 3 hearts, right? So "half-dead" then would be 1.5 hearts, which isn't good.
But in an average playthrough, by the time you defeat the final boss and everything, you probably have, like, 13 hearts, if not more.
The AVERAGE HYLIAN would probably have the equivalent of, say, three to six hearts, right? Think about that for a second. That's an average Hylian. Don't come at me about this being wrong or something, it just makes sense to me. Normal zelda game, you start w/ three hearts. Usually you are a CHILD. SkSw you start with 6 and get full hearts of damage taken from a normal enemy. So 4-6 is a good ballpark for the average Hylian in my brain.
And a lot of Links have 13 hearts by the end. Or more. To them, "half-dead" is perfectly fine. They are completely functional. How many times have you looked at your health bar in-game, realized that you're at half-health, and brushed it off because you're not in danger? I don't know about you, but I do that all the time!! When I can't regenerate health, I don't freak out or anything, because I have at least 6 hearts, if not more. That's a lot.
That is the health (approximately) of an average Hylian.
Anyway I think we should all talk about that more. We should talk about the fact that over the course of their adventures, Link really just toughens up a whole ton, learns a lot of endurance, goes through a lot of physical exertion and comes out all the better for it. He fucking grows so much and I love him for it. He becomes at least twice as strong/enduring/etc as the average person in terms of in-game health and I think that's wonderful.
"Vibing" is a Link's version of "half-dead". (And we're not even going to get into the whole thing that every zelda player has gone through where you have a quarter-heart or a half-heart for a while and have to tough it out while you look for hearts, i could write another essay on Link's fucking spite-)
People don't fuck around when they say Link is OP, okay? They mean it.
Also yeah this came to me while writing S&A, what about it-
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randomwriteronline · 1 year
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LU Skull Kid "subtly" trying to tell Sehel that Twilight has the hots for him
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Sehel would have recognized that bone mask anywhere.
"Eu!" he greeted, hand waving out of the water. "Timade, de!"
"Timada, da pa," replied the little wooden thing standing on the platform a short swim from the beach.
"Amu se munu curana pa," the Zora pointed out.
"Curanelu pa, qece se darsalu pa."
"Lu va, lu va. Ioi felohe de."
"Feloha da."
What a weird conversation, Sehel thought: "Mafe beilce ma darse?"
"Ghe."
"Ane beilce du?"
"Ce Link dacensu, se tao pulre de."
His semi-transparent crest shot upwards; he quickly flattened it back down on his head manually, with both hands, while half of his face instantly submerged to hide the burning grey blush spreading and completely overtaking his face.
"Dacensa ce baisuse vafu," Skull Kid added nonchalantly, laying on the floating wood, blissfully unaware of the Zora's embarassment.
"Amu i mozen asvata!" Sehel stopped them with a nervous iteration of his whirlpool-sounding laugh: "I perabaroe du, tvera pulra dacensuma ane baisuma vafu!"
"Perabaroe du pa," they argued back.
"Cochure, de! Lu ane ma, dua- afernua, dua!"
"Amu basuse vafu."
"Ane qece tao tarete de?"
"Ce darsu."
At that, the Zora briefly forgot to breathe.
"Darsu?" he repeated weakly.
Skull Kid nodded: "Darsu."
"... Ane rece darsu?"
"Varenti dosomu."
It wasn't necessarily a lie, because Twilight had indeed murmured Sehel's name once or twice during particularly deep sleep, wriggling as if to hold something tighter and spasming his lips very slightly, and most importantly because as much as he denied it he really did hold a very deep fondness for the young amphibian; but Skull Kid did not know that in the traditional forklore of Terminian Zoras sleeptalking was considered to be the most honest and genuine of expressions, as well as one of the rarest; and that clear messages especially - perfectly comprehensible in comparison to incoherent babbles or confusing riddles - were believed to hold the truest thoughts of a person.
Sehel looked back to shore, where most of the Hylians were minding their business. By fatal accident, Twilight noticed him, and smiled very brightly in his direction.
The Zora waved a little, desperately hoping he was far enough for his burning grey face not to be seen.
"Dacensa ce baselu dafe," Skull Kid commented, still oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions he was unleashing onto the poor scaled boy: "Masifiu du."
"... Pei dacenselu," Sehel wheezed.
Then he submerged into the deepest part of the bay, crest finally springing upwards and face completely grey with blush, and screamed into his hands, kicking at the water like a little girl who just got her prom invitation accepted.
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Lil snippet of chapter 2 of Wrong Shade
Twilight takes a few halting steps forward, water splashing. He walks through the remnants of a wall of a wrecked house, running his fingers along the splintered, waterlogged wood. Whatever happened here clearly happened a long time ago, but it still makes him sad. He doesn’t know the name of this place, but he mourns it anyway.
As he wanders the village, he hears splashing and guttural noises and sees a couple of the strange lizalfos​ that seem typical for whatever region this is.
A low, canine growl rumbles in his throat. Seeing the monsters splashing around, downright gleeful in their- their desecration of the site of this tragedy, Twilight feels a sudden burst of rage flare up in his chest. He draws his sword.
(The village is the Deya Village ruins btw, which isn’t a detail that’s super relevant, but I like being able to point to the map and be like “they’re HERE rn”, and I wanted someone to know :) )
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neteyamsoare · 8 days
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pushed me away / tsu'tey rongloa is now live. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩
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new message from:🪐 anon . . . tsu’tey x reader the reader had been along side jake and the clan decided to take her as well since she had told them she was a healer and much like jake that was a dream walker warrior they had never seen a dream walker healer, eventually he end up falling for her and they end up mating somewhere between the destroying of home tree and the war with the sky people but after the battle when he’s injured he believes he’ll never get back to his full strength and doesn’t think he’ll be a good maté anymore…..
current game . . . after the war, tsu’tey gets injured and becomes guarded, pushing you away and shutting you out while burying himself in guilt.
game warnings . . . minors and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fem! dreamwalker! mate! reader, mating, enemies to lovers, angst, mention of wound, fear, guilt + fluff. length : 5.7k words.
slang . . . skxawng ( idiot ), uniltiranyu ( dreamwalker ), irayo ( thank you ), kxi ( hello ; casual ), lor ( beautiful ), tiyawn ( love ), nga yawne lu oer ( i love you ), mawey ( calm ), wiya ( expression of warning or frustration, damn ), kelku ( home ; house ), tsamsiyu ( warrior ), yawne ( beloved ), prrsmung ( baby carrier ) + tewng ( loincloth ).
streamer speaks . . . saturn anon, i’m so happy to finally put this out, i hope you like this. special shout out to both @eywaite for showing me a better way of organizing my writing schedule and @inlovewithpandora for reading this over, love y’all both : masterlist / previous fic / taglist.
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“Your baby boy is healthy and strong, he’ll soon be here,” you smile at Mo’at’s words but it soon disappears once the realization kicks in that he will be here soon, and the father doesn’t even know the baby exists. It’s not like you planned this to happen, you never expected what life was going to turn out like after the war between the sky people. 
You made your way outside the tsahik tent and made your way back to your hut, the hut Tsu’tey built for the two of you to spend the rest of your lives in, living there alone and the thought of the baby brings tears to your eyes and you try to hold them in, not wanting to break down in front of people.
Once you made it home, you closed the flap to give yourself some privacy, laying your head on the flap a little bit before taking a deep breath and turning around to look in your dull home.
You haven’t gotten the chance to decorate but you never felt like it was worth your time since it was only you living here, if Tsu’tey were here, he’d encourage you to decorate it to how you see fit but he wasn’t.
Your eyes landed on your bow that was leaning against the wall. You walk over and pick it up, grazing your fingers along the intricate lines and patterns. 
You haven’t paid much attention to it until now since you haven’t had the need to use it. Tsu’tey gifted it to you as a courting gift, as you began to think about the many gifts you received from that point in your relationship you couldn’t help but reminisce on how it all started.
You ended up being captured along with Jake and were brought to the tsahik and the olo’eyktan to decide what they were going to do with the both of you. The clan decided to allow Jake to learn their ways since he was a warrior, Neytiri being tasked to teach him the ways she didn’t want to but had no choice in the decision. 
You were surprised at the fact Jake got accepted since he was a skxawng. 
The only reason they accepted you was that you told them you were a healer, they had never heard of a dream walker being a healer before so the tsahik decided for you to learn under her wing but you had to learn the way of the people as well as Jake did and instead of Neytiri teaching you along with Jake. 
Tsu’tey was tasked in teaching you and that’s when you actually got a good look at him, studying his features as he scrunches up his nose and lets out a huff in protest, you knew training with him was going to be hard as he wanted nothing to do with you but you were going to make the best of it. 
“No, you’re doing it wrong, stronger here,” Tsu’tey growled as he pressed on his stomach, he walked around you to stand at your back, straightening your back and hitting your elbow up and your face began to heat up in embarrassment. 
This was how your training went, either by him correcting you or making jokes whenever you missed a target but one thing he was proud of was you already knew how to speak na’vi, You had more experience in the language than Jake was and that was something in Tsu’teys eyes. 
Outside of training, whenever you saw him, he was mostly busy with his duties and you would follow him whenever you could, you would hide behind a tree as you watched him hunt and when he got in a good stance, you would draw him in your notebook.
You had tried not to make any sudden movements but that went out the window when he missed his shot and you let out a giggle immediately slapping it shut hoping he hadn’t heard. 
Tsu’tey ears pinned up at the small noise and his guard was fully up as he tried to trace where the sound came from. You were scared of him finding you, not sure of how he would react to seeing you there and you didn’t see an easier way to escape so you stayed put and quiet hoping he gave up. 
Tsu’tey was already frustrated with himself for missing an easy shot, he let himself get distracted, by a uniltiranyu like you. Ever since he laid eyes on you, he couldn’t get you off his mind.
It was something about you that drew him to you and then he was tasked with teaching you the way of his people, he wasn’t happy about it but deep down he wasn’t as against it as he appeared to be. 
A smell hits his nose as he inhales a deep breath, the same sweet smell that always hits him whenever he is near you or very close to you when he teaches you how to fix your stance. 
‘She’s here,’ Tsu’tey thought to himself and started to trace where the smell came from as he ignored the way his tail started to sway side to side excitedly as a small grin made its way on his face. 
“What are you doing here?!” He snarled as he finally found you hiding behind a tree holding a book close to your chest. “Umm… I… I was just taking a walk,” You lied through your teeth looking everywhere but at him. “You shouldn’t be here, it’s very dangerous for someone like you,” he states as he glares down at you. 
“I can take care of myself.” Tsu’tey scoffs in response as you take your leave, before you can make it far, you end up tripping as if getting caught wasn’t enough. He helps you up as he lets out an annoyed groan making sure you don’t have any bruises. 
“Um... Thank you,” you softly spoke as Tsu’tey went to pick up the book that flew out of your hand when you fell. His curiosity got to him as he always saw you with the book, not once did he not see you without it. 
Tsu’tey opens the book and on the very first page, there is a drawing of him in a smug expression that he had on when he first met you. 
When you finally get done dusting yourself off, you look to where Tsu’tey stands wondering why he’s been so quiet, you could’ve sworn you would hear a small lecture from him but when you see your book in his hands as he silently looked through the pages that were just artwork on him, your eyes widen in shock as you made your way over to him frantically. 
“Hey, that’s private!” you yelled as you snatched the book from out of his hands. 
A smug look appears on Tsu’tey’s face as your face begins to heat up and he takes a step towards you but you take a step back. 
“It looks like someone has a crush.” he raised his eyebrow bone and a flustered smile appeared on your face as you started to sweat. “W..What.. no, me having a drawing or two of you doesn’t mean I like you,” you rambled as he continued to look down at you with a smirk. 
“I don’t have to take this!” you state as you turn to leave but Tsu’tey stops you. “Let me walk you back so I know you’re safe,” he spoke softly. “Irayo, I’d love that.” You responded with a small smile.
The walk back wasn’t as quiet and awkward as you thought it was going to be, the two of you talked all the way. You knew he was finally letting you in and it made you so happy that you felt a warm feeling inside and your heart started beating indicating that you were falling for him more than you already had.
The more you spent together, the more feelings built up inside of you, your face heating up every time he was near you or touched you and he of course noticed how flustered you became around him, he thought it was cute. 
Tsu’tey never thought that he could fall for a sky person because of what they did to his home and to his first love but you managed to break down his walls one by one. It was just something about you that pulled him to you. 
He found himself making sure you took care of yourself, making sure he was always there when you would explore the forest or get herbs for Mo’at to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt.
When it was time for your iknimaya, Tsu’tey was so proud of how far you had come but he was also worried, he knew you could do it but deep down he had a negative thought that you might get hurt or even worse, die.
Tsu’tey already lost love once, he didn’t want to lose his second chance. He didn’t think he could love someone else like he did for Swlyanin but you really snuck up on him and proved him wrong. 
Once you succeed in taming your ikran, Tsu’tey runs to mount his and catch up behind you. “Tsu’tey, I did it!” You cheered looking back at him with a huge smile.
“I knew you could, tiyawn,” that word slipped right through his lips without him catching it but he didn’t mind, he wanted you to be his and he planned for it to happen tonight. 
A few minutes later, Tsu’tey found you talking to Jake before making his appearance knowing he took in your beauty as you took out your braids and had [your favorite color] bow in your hair, he clutched the gift he had for you in his hands tightly a bit nervous if you’d reject his offer. 
“Ma [Name].” he greets you, putting three fingers to his forehead before motioning outwards and you return the gesture with the biggest smile on your face.
“Kxi, Tey I was just about to look for you,” you look up at him as you shift your weight from one leg to the other, Jake taking his leave once he realizes the both of you forgot he was standing there. 
“You look lor, tiyawn,” a flustered smile appeared on your face at his words, and butterflies began to form in your stomach. “Irayo, you don’t look too bad yourself,” you smirked, taking a step closer to him, not breaking eye contact and he watched you lick your bottom lip. 
Clearing his throat, he finally revealed what he was hiding behind his back and your eyes widened in shock as you noticed a handmade bow. “I made this just for you,” Tsu’tey expressed with love in his tone and tears welled up in your eyes as you took the bow into your hands. 
“Tey, this is beautiful, irayo,” you cooed as you noticed the carving in the bow which was the first initial of your name plus the first initial of his and you traced them with your finger with a huge smile on your face. 
That was not the only gift he gave you as the following weeks, you received beautiful bracelets, necklaces, and tops that had some of his colors in it. You loved each gift he made for you.
Tsu’tey thought it was time for you and him to seal the bond which was brought to your attention by Jake that he was courting you and you happily accepted. 
He brought you to the tree of voices after that, explained what it was used for, no ever breaking eye contact with you as he was so close that you felt his breath, and his fingers slightly rubbing against your arm. 
You were so focused on his lips while you listened to what he said, he took notice as he slowly moved in and softly pressed his lips against yours, your heart skipped a beat.  
The kiss was so gentle and tender as it was filled with so much passion as he pulled you closer, already working on removing your top.  
Tsu’tey is the first to pull away from the kiss, catching his breath as he looks deep into your eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he questions, a little nervous of the thought you might say no but he takes a deep breath as he sees the smile he fell in love with. “I have never been more sure in my life.”
He brings his queue to the front and you follow suit wanting nothing more but to be mated for life with him, watching in awe as your tendrils connect becoming one neural cord — bonding you as one. 
Your spirits were now connected as you both can hear the other thoughts, feel just how deeply in love for each other, and how happy that the two of you were now mated for life in front of Eywa. 
Tsu’tey pulls you even closer to him, careful not to break the bond and before he connects your lips together once again, he opens his mouth, “I see you, [name].” 
Upon hearing those words, you took the lead of pressing your lips against his as you thought ‘I see you’ — knowing he can hear every thought and you couldn’t be more happy to call him yours but all good things always have to come to an end. 
During the war, Tsu’tey got shot, you were terrified when you found him on the ground with a bullet wound in his stomach, the fear of losing him was heavy on your mind but you had to stay calm for the both of you.
“N…Nga yawne lu oer,” he stumbled over his words briefly before coughing as you pressed hard on the wound to prevent more blood loss. 
“Save it, you’ll be okay,” you spoke as your lips began to tremble as you tear a long piece from your loincloth and carefully use it as a plug into the wound so you can start leading him to your ikran. 
As soon as you get him on your ikran, you immediately take off, immediately praying to Eywa that your mate will be alright, you couldn’t imagine the idea of losing him, not when you just got him. You needed him, how could you live without him? 
The tears made their way down your cheeks as your grip on his hand got tighter. ‘Mawey, he’s going to be just fine’ you repeated in your mind like a mantra, not trying to give the negative thoughts attention. All you could do was just hope for the best. 
The minutes you waited outside the tsahik tent felt so excruciating — so intense that you couldn’t even stay in one place. Jake and Neytiri watched as you paced back and forth deep in thought, worrying for you. 
Jake places his hand on your shoulder to stop you in place, forcing you to look at him. “Tsu’tey is a strong man, he’s going to be alright,” he reassured you as he pulled you into a hug and you broke down in his arms, Neytiri rubbing your back as she shared a worried glance with Jake. 
“Jake, we’re supposed to be celebrating the win of the war, this… this was not part of the plan…” you cried, strengthening the hold you had on him. “I know..” he responded in a whisper, the two of you stayed in that position as it was the only way to sooth you, the only way to keep you from digging a hole in the ground from all the pacing.
Mo’at stepped out of the tent, you pulled away from Jake but held both his and Neytiri’s hands in a tight grasp as you awaited her response.
“Tsu’tey is doing okay, the bullet didn’t do severe damage, he’s all stitched up and resting as he is going to need to be in order to heal and get back onto his foot.” 
You feel a heavy feeling lift off of your shoulders once you hear those words. “Oh thank you, great mother!” you immediately hug Mo’at whispering a small ‘irayo’ before rushing in to see him. Seeing him bandaged up hurts you to see him like this but you rather this than…
You quietly walk over to the spot next to him, kneeling in its place as you admire your mate, picking up his hand in yours, squeezing it to remind you that he’s alive and breathing. “I thought I lost you…” you softly spoke as you felt the tears well up in your eyes again. 
“Please don’t scare me like that again,” you knew he couldn’t hear you but it didn’t stop you from letting all your feelings out, tears trickled down your face as you brought his hand over your beating heart which now was calm at the sight of him. If you knew what was to come in the following weeks, you would have never let go of his hand.
Before Tsu’tey had woken up, you had gone to go forage for some of his favorite fruits, picked up some blankets if he got cold, you planned to nurse him back to health although you were slightly feeling under the weather but he came first.
When you made it to the healing pod, Jake stood with a worried look on his face. “Hey [name]...” he pouted as he tried looking every which way but at you. “Hey Jake…what’s wrong?” you blurt out, not wanting to beat around the bush when you had somewhere to be. 
“Tsu’tey has ordered that he doesn’t want to see you,” you let out a small laugh briefly before noticing that he was serious and it wasn’t a joke. “What do you mean, he doesn’t want to see me?” you question as your eyebrows furrowed together.
Before Jake can open his mouth to say something, you try to go around him to enter the tent to sort this out but Jake stops you. “Step aside, Jake…” you breathed heavily, already feeling the anger boil inside of you. 
“As much as I hate to say this…maybe give him some space,” he said as he mentally cursed Tsu’tey for doing this. “Maybe he’ll change his mind, it was the same way for me back when I first lost my legs.” 
You didn’t know how to process this news, how could your mate just decide he didn’t want to see you? Especially after a situation like this, the two of you needed each other the most and all he wants to do is push you away? 
You let out a shaky sigh as you met Jake’s eyes before opening your mouth, “please tell him that I love him and…I’ll wait til he’s ready,” you state as you watch Jake nod. 
You hand over the blankets and fruits over to him before walking away, dragging your foot with each step you took further away from the tent, everything screaming inside of you for you to turn around but you knew Tsu’tey was stubborn and wouldn’t budge after making a decision. 
You did hope that space was all he needed and soon it became weeks — months that you and Tsu’tey were separated yet hope never died down, you still felt that deep down his heart was meant for you and you only. 
As the result of your love left you with a surprise, when Mo’at told you were pregnant, you were so ecstatic of the news, the first person you wanted to tell was him but he never gave you the time of day so you told Neytiri and Jake. 
They were so happy for you that they helped you out a lot during the months you spent alone; Neytiri spent time with you weaving bracelets for both your little ones while Jake made sure to hunt your favorite meat that didn’t make you feel like throwing up like most food did. 
You were so appreciative of them, they didn’t have to be around you but you couldn’t lose the feeling of wanting the one you wanted the most to be there. Sometimes you would watch him from afar walking to his home with fruits in his hand while the other held the cane Norm made for him to help him get around. 
You had Jake inform you on his healing process just to hear that he’s doing well but still struggles from time to time and it pained you knowing you can’t be by his side. 
Jake could tell it was taking quite a toll on you as he saw it in your eyes, the way your whole demeanor changed from that day. He always made sure to check on you from time to time but you always put on a smile and told him that you were fine. 
But as he stood outside your kelku, hearing your cries as your body slid down the wall of the marui, your shallow breathing that would pick up every few seconds that you actually remember to breathe. He knew he couldn’t take it anymore, letting out a grunt briefly before walking away to track down Tsu’tey. 
Jake knew where exactly to find Tsu’tey as he barely did much after the incident. Once he made it to the entrance, he didn't even bother to announce his presence as he just walked right in startling Tsu’tey which a scowl now took place on his face. 
“Wiya! Jake sully, what if I was naked?!” Tsu’tey shouted in frustration but Jake held an unbothered expression. “I don’t care, you need to go see [name] right now!” Jake fired back, taking notice at the way Tsu’tey’s eyes lit up at the mention of her name. 
“I already told…” He began before getting cut off by Jake’s low growl. “I’m not accepting that no more, I gave you your space like you asked.” Jake’s eyebrows furrowed together as his tail thrash side to side angrily. 
“Look, I felt like pushing the whole world away once I lost my legs,” Jake rambled as his facial expression went soft knowing that Tsu’tey also had been suffering without you.
“But I learned if I did that then I’d be alone for the rest of my life and trust me T, you don’t want that life,” Jake continued. “So please go see [name], she needs you right now.”
Tsu’tey lets out a grunt while Jake awaited his response hoping that he would make the right decision and make everything right between the two of you. “I…I will go see her,” he finally answers as he heads to the entrance. 
“Thank you brother, just…keep in mind what I said.” 
“I will,” Tsu’tey makes his way out of his marui, mind heavy on what he should say to you, a part of him was excited to finally see you but another part of him felt scared of how it was going to go down once you see him.
Tsu’tey thought of many versions of how this could turnout in his head, he was so nervous and afraid of what you would say to him as he deserves everything thrown at him.
He was already feeling guilty for shutting you out but he could feel more sink in every step he made towards your kelku.
One thing for sure, he wasn’t going to back out as he stood frozen once he made it to the marui that the two of you were supposed to live in. 
His ears perk up of the sound of you crying and his heart broke, it was his fault for letting his insecurities get the best of him that led you to suffer. He had to make this up to you. 
“[Name], can I come in?” The sound of his voice frightened you, you haven’t heard his voice for so long that it almost made you feel like it was just your mind playing games with you but his loving scent filled your nose; you shuffled to your feet, dusting yourself off, wiping away the tears as you sniffled. 
“Come in,” you let out in a silent whisper but Tsu’tey still managed to hear it, parting the flap so he can enter and your eyes does not fail to admire his body, it’s been so long that you haven’t had him right in front of you but you don’t let yourself feel hope as this visit can go sour, he was probably here to finally break up with you. 
Tsu’tey was speechless as the first thing he noticed when he walked in was that your scent is a bit different than what he remembered from the last time he was near you. When he finally noticed your baby bump, his mouth slightly agape opened, his mind in shock as he had no clue that you were pregnant, if he did… he wouldn’t have left. 
“Tsu’tey, if you’re only here to hurt my feelings then you should just leave,” you crossed your arms over your chest as you were anxiously waiting to hear his reason for being in front of you. You could feel some anger building up inside of you but you decide to hear him out first.
“I didn’t come to break things off with you, quite the opposite,” Tsu’tey stumbles out the words as he still tries to wrap his head over this. “Look, I’m so terribly sorry for handling the situation like I did, I should’ve never…”
“Pushed me away?” you finish his sentence as you glare at him, taking him by surprise at your response, watching how he fixes his gaze at the ground. “Yes, I shouldn’t have closed myself off.”
“I was scared…” you interrupted him again with an angered hiss that held hints of hurt in it. “What did you think I felt, huh?!” you keep your voice at a normal volume not wanting people outside to hear and you need to stay calm for your little one. 
“Did you think I was happy finding you on the brink of death; only to find out the next day I can’t see my mate!” you continued as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.”You just made this decision and didn’t think how I would feel in the process!” 
“I know you must hate me and you have every right to.” Tsu’tey admitted, eyes still trained on the ground.
“I don’t hate you, just angry that you just shoved me away.” 
“Angry that I couldn’t get to share with you my big news that we’re going to have a baby together instead I had to watch you from afar.” 
“I'm sorry that I caused you pain as that was not my intention,” Tsu'tey expressed as he met your contact, wanting nothing more than to pull you in his arms. “The day I woke up, Mo’at was informing me how my healing process was going to be, I started thinking that I would never get back to how I was…” 
“And then, I started to think about you as I couldn’t provide for you like a mate is supposed to,” he confessed. “I couldn’t carry you, couldn’t hunt, couldn’t do anything for you like I used to.” 
“I thought if I pushed you away, you would find someone who can take care of you better than I could,” you close the distance between the two of you, placing your hand on his cheek. “Tey, how could you ever think I would find someone better than you?”
“That would be impossible as no one could ever treat me better than you nor replace the hold I’ve over you,” you rub his cheek as your lips ghost over his. “I chose you remember, which means that I’ll always be there for you no matter what happens.” 
“If you had let me in, I would’ve told you that you had no need to worry, a strong tsamsiyu like you could overcome anything.”
Your presence was enough to have Tsu’tey in a chokehold as he didn’t know how he managed to get by without you. He placed his hand over your bump while the other was holding onto the cane, rubbing it softly as more guilt sinked in at what he left behind. 
“He’s a healthy baby,” you respond, sensing what Tsu’tey was going to ask next as you watch how his eyes spring up to look at you. “We’re having a boy?” his eyes lit up as you nod your head.
“I’m sorry for missing out on the majority of your pregnancy,” he apologized. “I should’ve been there…” You place your hand over his, giving it a light squeeze to get him out of his thoughts. “It’s okay, it mostly went well, Jake and Neytiri helped out a lot,” you exclaimed and a small smile formed on his face. 
“I promise to you and our baby that I’ll make it up to you.”
“I promise that I’ll get better for the both of you,” Tsu’tey rambles and you smile at how cute he looks as he was right, he would have to make it all up to you, you were going to make him work for it. Things may not go back to how they were before but going forward was a new beginning for the two of you.
“You will, tiyawn,” you softly spoke as you finally leaned in and kissed him, the kiss was filled with so much passion, love, and a pinch of desperation as the both of you have been pining for the other for a long time. 
You were careful not to hurt him in the process but was ecstatic at the same time, for the longest you didn’t have a clue on how the future would look.
You were already looking at a possibility where you were going to raise your ‘itan alone and tell him stories about his dad but him being here makes you emotional that you can feel some tears roll down your cheeks. 
Tsu’tey pulls away from the kiss and uses his thumb to wipe away the tears not wanting them to stain your pretty face. “I promise these are happy tears, I’m happy you’re here,’ You voiced as you sniffled. 
“Me too,” a big smile was now placed on his lips as he rubbed your cheek. “I’m not leaving your side ever again.” 
“You better not or I swear Tey, I’m not giving you another chance,” you fire back while you point at his chest, eyes trained on him. “Yawne, I wouldn’t ever make that choice twice.” you rub his arm up and down, happy with his answer.
You latch onto Tsu'tey’s wrist as you bring him over to the mat before you can help him sit, his eyes lock on the bowl of fruit on the makeshift table. 
He retrieves a cup of water, handing it to you briefly before getting one of the fruits. You drink down the water, placing it on the table before helping him sit and you take the place next to him. 
You watch how he unsheathes his knife as he starts to cut the fruit into pieces. 
Tsu’tey pulls you close to him as he picks up a fruit and places it in front of your mouth indicating you to eat it and you do so letting the flavors of the fruit hit your tongue. 
“Irayo, tiyawn,” you praised. “So tell me how you've been doing? How’s your healing process?”
“Miserable without you but Mo’at said I'm doing better than when I first started,” you place another fruit in your mouth as you listen to him, wanting to catch up with him to make up for lost time. 
“When I first started, it was quite hard getting used to the cane but as I practiced with it more, it got easier,” he confides as he grins at how you rest your head on his shoulder.
The two of you stayed in that position for a while as you both talked about what had been happening while the other was gone, it felt so nice to talk to each other. You talked about the first day, you found out you were pregnant and during those talks, Tsu’tey’s hand stayed on your stomach. 
“I can get Jake to help build the little guy a crib, make sure it’s all comfortable for him.”
“That’ll be perfect, Neytiri taught me how to weave a prrsmung for the baby and I’ve been making little tewngs for him,” A low chuckle can be heard exiting Tsu’tey’s lips as you look at him. “He might not know it yet but you’re going to be an amazing sa’nu.” 
“Stop trying to make me cry, you know my hormones are all over the place,” you pout as you shoved him lightly, only making him laugh more. “You’ll make a good sempu to him as well.” 
“Have you picked out a name for him yet?” he questioned. “No I haven’t found one I like, do you have one?” 
“Yes, I think his name should be Azantu,” Tsu’tey offered as your eyes lit up. “I like that name, he’s going to be so cute,” you squeal in excitement, you couldn’t wait for his arrival, yes you knew that babies were hard work but it’s worth it when you get to hold him in your arms sleeping calmly in your hands, a perfect mixture of his two parents.
Your mouth opens slightly as a yawn escapes you no matter how hard you fight it.
“Tired, tiyawn?” Tsu’tey comments as you shake your head no, not trying to admit it but he sees right through it like he always did and before you can protest again, he lays you down making sure you were comfortable before laying next to you pulling you closer to him as he covered you both with a blanket. 
Tsu’tey kisses your forehead as he watches your eyes flutter shut as it was not hard for you to fall asleep as it was always so easy whenever you cuddled with him.
This is what you missed, what you both craved for so long, anticipating for the moment the two of you were finally in each other’s hold as the missing piece was filled and no longer felt lonely.
You made sure to intertwine your hand into his as you needed to be sure that this wasn’t all just a dream — you held on tight as if you let go, he’ll disappear.
The both of you couldn’t wait for what the future held as it burned bright now and you couldn’t be happier to spend the rest of your life with him.
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augustinapril · 9 months
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Heyyy Spence
So I saw that you wanted some batfam requests (especially platonic ones) so I was wondering if I could ask for a batfam (you pick whatever characters you want to be added) x bat!sibling reader who’s getting a special award but doesn’t tell anyone about it? Not bc they don’t think the family will care, they just think that the rest of them are busy and don’t want to bother them. They somehow find out though and are all there so surprise the reader?
If not- that’s totally fine too!!
Take care <333
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Spider || Batfam
Paring: Batfam & gn!reader
Sypnosis: You're Brooklyns resident Spider, or The Insect, as Heaven likes to call you. It's a job you've taken with honor, and you're being thanked for it by the city. What you didn't expect was to see your family in the crowd.
Warnings: kind of a spiderman x dc crossover? r is basically the spiderman of DC, talks of heights, violence and terribly written fight scenes, reader is threatened by a villian, swearing, mentions of food, its poorly written I'm sorry!!
wc: 3.2k || nav || m.list
a/n: shout out to @lu-vin-it for being a character in this fic! he also happens to write so you should definitely go check out their stuff (that's a threat not a request). thank you @lemkay-luminary for proofreading!! <3 reblogs > likes!!
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Gotham City was constantly buzzing with life, along with death. It was a violent city, full of murderers, thieves, robbers, and villians drowning in a thirst for blood. More times than you could count, the city has stolen the life of people you've cared for. 
It held too many bad memories for you to stay. You loved the city, and it would always be your home, but you had a new home in Brooklyn, too.
Brooklyn gave you a breath of fresh air, here you could see the sun most days. It was calming, the warmth of it a comfort. You love it here and the people here love you in return.
"Spider!" A little girl from down below shouted, strawberry ice cream smeared across her face as she pointed up at you. "It's Spider!"
Her father gave her a light lecture on how it was rude to point when you attached yourself to the side of a building, offering the little girl a wave. She waved back, squealing in excitement at the fact that the Spider was waving at her. 
"Y/n, you know those guys we've been tracking for God knows how long?" Heaven's voice spoke through the comms, startling you.
"I don't, actually, I think they've managed to slip my mind." You retorted sarcastically as you jumped off and swung your way to a nearby rooftop.
"You were bitten by an insect, I can treat you like an insect." 
"Spiders aren't insects, they're—"
There was an annoyed huff that cut you off, it made you snicker. "Fuck you. I should make you do all this by yourself, but I don't. Be grateful. Anyways, so I've gotten a location on them, Visage is most definitely there."
"Where?" You asked quickly. Visage has been tormenting the city for a while now.
"Near Plymouth Church. They've been spotted in some run down building near it." 
"Thank you." You responded and the comms cut out.
That's when you jumped, arms behind you, the breeze pushed against your suit. It was exhilarating to fly through the air, being so high above everything else. 
Helping people in the way you do, swinging through the city and hearing people like that little girl call out to you was worth every risk the job came with. You'd put yourself on the line every time because you're here to protect them. 
Which brought you here, on top of some building across from an abandoned grocery store. Your eyes were glued to the doors, as you watched and waited for something to happen.
A man walked out, wearing protective green gear. It was Visage, you knew it was. There was no mistaking him and his rather ugly suit. 
"Visage, my man, what's up?" You jumped over to the power line nearby, standing on top of the wooden pole. His head snapped up to you, and the second it did, you webbed him. Jumping up you yanked him up with you. You grabbed ahold of his head and slammed it onto the pole. There was a crack in his helmet, him falling to the ground and letting out a pained groan.
"Fuck," You heard him hiss under his breath, struggling to pull himself off the ground. You didn't give him much of a chance before you leapt down in front of him, landing before swiping him off his feet.
"I'm gonna kill you," He raised his gauntleted hand and he fired at you from his spot on the ground.
It was one of his weird creations, Vistech as he liked to call it. It made you realize that villians are extremely uncreative when it comes to naming things.
"'I'm gonna kill you' blah blah blah, I've heard it all before. Your words mean nothing." You retorted, moving out of the way of whatever it was he shot at you. He had a nasty habit of creating new concoctions and testing them on you.
You were sure you probably seemed cocky, and the way he tensed made it evident he wasn't very appreciative of your attitude. "You're really annoying, you know that?"
After that he charged at you, gear adding power to his steps. Your senses spiked, making you leap out of his way. His gauntlet grabbed hold of your arm, as he throwed you towards a nearby wall. 
The impact knocked the wind out of your lungs, falling to the ground with a wheeze. You could hear his heavy boots hit the ground with each step he took towards you. You pushed yourself off the ground, then you lifted your hand and shot webbing at his face. His cries were muffled by the substance, his hand scratched to try and get the webs off. 
You fully pushed yourself off of the ground, wincing in pain. Much to your dismay, the second you were on your feet Visage had pulled off the webs. He ran towards you again and you were lucky to move out of the way on time.
You put your hand behind his head and slammed it full force into the wall, knocking him unconscious. You crouched down, inspecting Visage's guantlet, lifting the heavy metal. It was warm to the touch, most likely because of the weird substance in them.
You looked them over, searching for a way to remove them . It was more sophisticated than you originally thought, but you found it eventually. 
You knew Visage wasn't the highest of rank in whatever business he worked for, but he was high enough on there for you to get some information on the entire organization. 
You tied him up with your webbing, and when you heard police sirens you leapt up to the rooftop of the nearest building, Visage's guantlet in hand.
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The fight had been all over the news.
Some people praised you for your efforts whilst others said you were nothing but a menace, but the mayor, much to your surprise, was extremely pleased with your work.
She made an announcement on television about wanting to thank you personally for everything you've done for Brooklyn.
Which led you here, stood near the entrance of the building the mayor did most of her work in. She looked elegant, black pencil skirt hugging her legs and waist, a matching jacket on top of a white dress shirt. She was so put together it made you nervous.
You didn't look put together. Not that you really could in your spidersuit but you still felt self-conscious. 
Yet she offered you a warm smile, holding her hand out towards you. "Spider! It's nice to meet you in person."
You smiled back, though she couldn't see it from underneath your mask. "It's nice to meet you too, Madame Mayor." Her hand was warm against the fabric of your suit.
"So you and I will just walk out that door," She began, pointing over towards the door. "And I'll greet the crowd, give a speech, and then I'll shake your hand once more. I'll warn you now, there will be a lot of people."
It was strange how you could fight dangerous people and yet the mention of a crowd made your heart rate pick up. 
You nodded, and she smiled again. Her heels clicked loudly against the white flooring of the office building, your steps quieter than hers. You made sure to wear your converse here. There had been many times you forgot to slip on your shoes before heading out of your bedroom window, your mind racing to find reported criminals.
The doors opened, sunlight shined through as you exited the brick building. There was an abundance of people in the crowd, the snapping of pictures and shouts of Spider filled the atmosphere. There were news reporters that surrounded the barricades of the stairs, keeping the rambunctious crowd from getting too close.
"Hello people of Brooklyn!" The Mayor waved, sun reflecting off of her white painted nails. The way she handled the crowd made you envious and it took everything in you not to teeter on your feet to calm the nerves. 
The crowd gave a series of shouts and greetings in reply, making the mayor laugh. She was good at this, but you suppose she had to be. That's when she introduced you, another wave of excited noise spilled from the ocean of people across from you.
"Hello." You replied as you waved and cringed at how awkward you probably sounded. Another group of greetings sounded around you.
People could be loud when they wanted to be, and that amplified in groups. You eyed them, and noticed the little girl from a few days ago again. She rested on top of her father's shoulders—her face was ice-creamless now—and her abundance of red waves was put into braids with ribbons tied at the end.
She made you smile from under your mask, as the beginning of the mayor's speech slipped past your ears. You moved your gaze from her, your eyes looked over the people and that's when you saw them. Your family in the very back.
Dick looked silly. The entirety of his outfit was just Spider merchandise and you were sure he seemed like an obnoxious fan to the rest of the crowd. Jason stood away from him, probably upset that he had to stand so close to Dick when he looked like that. He blended in more with the crowd, he wore simple attire that any normal person would wear in public. Not that he was normal, he just didn't like to stand out in such a way. 
Your father wore a suit. A very pristine suit, as usual, no one except reporters ever wore something so proper to an event like this. 
Steph had the biggest smile ever on her face, hair pulled back by a purple headband, dressed simply in a long skirt and a purple cardigan to cover it. Tim stood next to her, adorned in a sweater Bernard had given him and a pair of shorts. The both of them were on the opposite side of the crowd. Cass was not too far away. 
She had never enjoyed crowds, or people in general. You wouldn't have noticed her if not for your enhanced senses. She leaned against Bruce's car, the entirety of her black attire blended in with the car's paint. Damian was beside her, arms crossed. The warm weather had him in a simple pair of brown cargo shirts, his green t-shirt blended nicely with them.
Damian probably didn't want to come. Not that he didn't love you or anything, no he often talked about how you were the most tolerable out of the rest of his family, he just never saw the point in coming to something he could very easily watch on TV. You were going to make sure to thank him later.
You returned your attention back to the mayor. As she was nearing the end of her speech she turned to you. "—And I'd like to thank each and every one of you for coming here today. The Spider has done so much for our city this last year, and it seemed rude to not provide our hero a proper thank you."
Her hand reached toward you once again, but before she could grasp your hand an intense feeling of danger hit you. Your head snapped up, turning over and noticing a man—one of Visage's men it seemed from the apparel he wore—directing one of the  special guns directly at the mayor. You shielded her quickly, pulling her away just as he pulled the trigger. 
The crowd screamed at the sound, erupting in panic. You should've known this would have happened. Nothing is ever so easy.
 "Are you okay?" You asked the mayor, and she nodded, mumbling a thank you. You once her over just to make sure before jumping back into the crowd. It was almost as if the man multiplied in your short time of making sure the mayor was okay. 
"Can't you guys take days off or something?" You asked, annoyed when you webbed one of the weapons, yanking it out of his hands and sticking it up against the wall of a building. "Seriously, you guys are everywhere. I think you might need to bring this up with your boss."
One of them charged at you, which you swiftly moved out of the way but kept your foot in place, snickering when she tripped on the ground. 
You jumped, legs pushing you high enough to land on the top of a street lamp. You'd yanked one of the men up with you, slamming his head into the light before webbing him to it, leaving him dangling when you jumped down. 
"Do you ever shut up?" A woman shouted, irritated with you. She lunged at you, but hit the wall—hard enough as to where you could hear a loud groan.
"Only if you say please."
There was only one person left, he radiated irritation. It was easy to piss these people off. If it were a sport you'd have 1st place medals galore.
"And then there were two." You joked, watching as he pulled out a similar weapon to the first guys.
"Shut your fucking mouth!"
You scoffed, preparing yourself to attack him before you answered. "Do you people have no manners?"
It was a swift motion, webbing the weapon so he couldn't fire. He tried to rip off the webs before you got him in the face. His sounds of confusion were muffled, and you took this time to kick the legs out from under him, sticking his hand together 
Within minutes, you'd gotten all of them tied up. It was a swift battle—if you could even consider it one—and now you made your way back to the Mayor.
With a quick once over, you knew she was okay. Shaken up, but overall physically okay. You still asked to be sure. "Are you okay?"
She looked at you, offering a smile. "Yes, I'm okay thanks to you. Thank you again, Spider. For everything. I don't know where Brooklyn would be without you."
You couldn’t think of a response. Talking to people was hard, but talking to the Mayor was harder. Especially when she said something like that. “It’s no problem.” You said, though you questioned if it sounded awkward.
After assisting to make sure everyone was okay. You felt a small tug at the stretchy fabric of your suit. Your head drifting in the direction of the source, your heart warmed. It was the little girl from before. “Spider!”
You grinned underneath your mask, crouching down to see eye-to-eye with her, taking notice of the adorable crochet beanie in her head. “Hello. I really like your hat!”
She giggled, the brightest smile you’ve ever seen crossing her features. “It has you on it!”
"It does! Did someone make it for you?"
Her waves bounced around her head when she nodded, grabbing ahold of her father's hand and shaking it around. "My daddy made it for me! Isn't that right, daddy?"
He gave a proud grin, though it wasn't as bright as it would be if he didn't look so exhausted. "Yeah, that's right, sweetheart. I did make it."
"You should convince him to make me one," You joked, looking up at her father. "It's an awesome hat. I'm honored to have such a hat with me on it."
"She wouldn't stop pestering me until I finished," He replied, shaking his head with a chuckle. "She asked me everyday if her hat was done. She loves you."
You warmed and looked back at the child. "And her love will always be appreciated."
After a rather hard goodbye, he led her back towards their small car. It took a few hours, but eventually you were able to make your way back home for a quick meal. You had some spare time before you decided you were going to force yourself back out into the city, hoping to finally give yourself a chance to relax.
Though it seemed your plans had been foiled, the smell of Mac & Cheese filled your apartment, and the slight chatter of familiar voices bouncing off of the fake wooden walls.
"Alfred?" Your eyebrows rose when you saw the man that was basically your second father standing in front of your stove, a pot in front of him as he stirred a wooden spoon through the creamy noodles. "You're making Mac & Cheese?"
Alfred never enjoyed making Mac & Cheese like this, far more into homemade foods rather than the cheap store-bought boxes. He enjoyed putting care into his cooking, and boxed Mac & Cheese took that away. In his eyes, at least.
You set your stuff down, listening to Alfreds words even though he didn't look at you. "I would have made something else, but it seems this was all you had in your cupboard, L/n."
"Fair." You shrugged before you heard someone clearing his throat.
"No hello to your father?"
You looked at him and smiled. "Hello Father."
Jason snickered, as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You sound like Damian." His feet on your table made you send him a light glare.
"Better him than you, Jay. And get your nasty ass feet off my table." You shoved his feet off of the fake wood, as you ignored the glare he sent you when you walked by, and ruffled Damian's hair. "How's the favorite brother?"
He huffed in annoyance and shoved your hand away, an incoherent grumble being your only response.
"Y/n!" Steph interrupted, a blur of purple passing your vision as he gave you a swift hug, arms wrapping tightly around you. "We missed you!"
"I missed you guys too." You grinned, brushing a few strands of blonde hair that fell out of her headband behind her ear after she pulled away. "Where's Cass and Dick?"
As if on queue, Dick walked through the door, his hand in the air as he answered. "We're here!" He had a flare for the dramatics, his high-school yearbooks and his years of theater could prove it. 
Cass' entrance was far more tame, as she carefully walked through as to not drop the big yellow box in her hands,closing the door with her foot. "We brought cake."
"Cake?" You weren't expecting cake, and especially not store bought cake. Alfred would be quivering in his boots if he didn't have to hide his irritation. 
"You didn't tell us about the Mayor." Damian interrupted, his arms crossed. Irritation was written all over his face—which seemed to mask his slight pain about the topic—and you were hit with a sudden pang of guilt.
"Sorry, Dami." You began, as you gave an apologetic smile. You looked at all of them, trying to explain yourself. "You guys are all so busy, I didn't wanna pull you away from your work."
The explanation seemed silly now that you said it out loud. It was a stupid reason, your family cared about you a lot and it probably seemed like a kick in the face. You continued, words spilling out of your mouth in an anxiety consumed guilt.
"It's not that I thought you guys wouldn't care or anything I just— I don't know, I didn't wanna pull you guys away from something more important."
"No work could ever come above you," Bruce spoke quickly, taking your hand within his. He squeezed it, as if it were to make his words stronger with meaning.
And in a way it did, it reminded you that your family may be busy, but you all would always put each other first.
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sorry this was all over the place!! constructive criticism is always welcome!! please consider reblogging if you did enjoy it!!
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I finally did the thing I’ve been threatening to do for ages. I drew a quaint little infographic for the LU/LoZ timeline. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I am *not* affiliated with jojo, the original creator of the Linked Universe. This is not guaranteed to be LU accurate. I do not have access to her plans.
What I do have is a decade and a half of Zelda headcanons and a finished file of nearly every Zelda game.
I love jojo’s AU precisely because it fits so well with canon, while making some very fitting changes. This is a tiny humble tribute to LU, the fandom, and the LoZ franchise. I hope this helps at least one person write even more amazing fics and draw even more amazing art. I’m looking forward to it <3.
Key:
Each blue circle is a game
The circles that intersect directly with their corresponding Link’s icon are the ones that are canonically attributed to that Link
The circles that are close to a Link’s icon without intersecting are canonically different Links, but the same Link in LU
The white numbers are their release order, counting the game’s first release.
Notes:
Legend’s 2nd, 3rd, and 4th games are interchangeable in order, as long as the Oracle games remain adjacent. The order there is my preference.
FSA is on this diagram twice. It is canonically after TP, but I think it makes way more sense in LU to place it after FS so I’ve placed it there as well. I hypothesize— you guessed it— more time shenanigans.
Warriors’ game isn’t canon, but afaik most LU fans (myself included) believe it was the catalyst for the timeline convergence. I’ve seen other interesting interpretations for the convergence as well though.
Spirit Tracks is a special case, because unlike Legend and Four with their respective merge games, Wind has never shown signs of being from ST. I’ve given ST to Wind in this diagram, but I personally like to believe Spirit is his own hero, and he’s just not on the journey due to geographic differences— he’s the only hero who has never saved Hyrule proper, so he’s technically not a Hero of Hyrule.
Let me know if you see anything I might have gotten wrong, or any differing headcanons you might have, in the comments! I’m down to hear it!
Edit: You can now get stickers and pins of these little Link icons over here at Redbubble! Is that okay? I hope that’s okay.
Triple Sticker Sets: here, here, and here
Individual Stickers/Pins: here
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signedmio · 18 days
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Hi there! Long time fan, first time requester! I’m autistic and my current hyper fixation is the HELLAVerse so I got super excited when I saw you’re writing for Helluva now! I was hoping for fem/gn reader with Stolas, Millie, Blitz, and your choice where they go to lulu land for a birthday or an anniversary? I love theme park date ideas and wanna see your take on it if you’d like!
Also, could I be 🍎 anon? I’d love to interact more now that I’ve gotten this far!
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𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳ø, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
a/n: heyo!! ofc you can be 🍎anon!! when i read this i was kinda confused cause i didn’t know if you meant lu-lu WORLD by lucifer or loo loo LAND — the knock off of lucifer’s, which i think is owned by mammon? idk i’m still rewatching the episodes haha. but i think you meant the one via and stolas went to in season 1 so i hope i’m right ^^” and yes ofc!! don’t be scared to interact haha, i won’t bite. even if it’s not request related i can stir up quite the convo XD anyway, on with the show :)
warnings: profanity, mentions of possible age-gaps in stolas’s part, implied violence in millie’s part
proofread: yep
tags: helluva boss, x reader, fic, stolas, blitzø, millie
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𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳ø
blitzø quite honestly doesn’t understand all that hype about loo loo land, but if it makes you happy, than hey, fuck it, am i right?
the only thing he genuinely doesn’t like is the possibility of running into fizz, they may have sorta made up, but it’s still a bit awkward — at least for now
he’ll go do all the rides with you, even the ones he thinks are dumb, or straight-up creepy, whether he says it or not he likes seeing you get all excited about it
although, he genuinely does get into the rides that go upside-down and backwards and that go crazy fast, he’s screaming out of excitement the whole damn way, and you both probably end up going on those like 100 times
and yes, he did spend the fifty dollars on that novelty cup that you can only use once, all for you
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while at loo loo land, he may baby you just a tad, especially if you’re an age-gap couple where he’s significantly older
like blitzø, he’ll go on all the rides with you, but not the big, scary rides like blitzø would do, nah, stolas would do the kiddy ones and sit there clap his hands like a small child…
as we can see in S1E2, he will spend a shit ton of money on any kind of merchandise like shirts, hats, cups, toys, etc — will probably bring something from for via as well
speaking of via, her father will constantly be sending her pictures of the two of you while on your outing, while octavia is stuck at home with stella…
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𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞
once millie finds out your going to loo loo land for her birthday, she’s over the moon!! she gets packed and dressed up and everything!!
she gets all excited like a little kid, she’ll be the first one rushing you both to any sort of ride, kiddy or not, or any of the game booths
honestly, it’s very heart-warming and sweet to see this grown ass woman get excited about a theme park, and i’m not even kidding
though she won’t hesitate to tear anyone apart who even thinks about ruining her birthday date for either of you…
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strongheartneteyam · 8 months
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Realize where you belong.
Pairing: neteyam sully x female!human!reader/female!dreamwalker!reader
Chapter 7
CW: a good amount of angst, reader finally is letting neteyam in and realizing how she does truly love him too, physical contact, neteyam suffering while holding back from mating w/ reader, mentions of sex, yearning, sexual language, reader and neteyam acting like a cute couple, playful flirting, reader is more vulnerable with neteyam, a lot of fluff, reader feels guilty about the way she's been treating neteyam. Tell me if I'm missing something important!
Sorry for taking long to update, my angels 🥺🤍 unfortunately I'm going through a tough path in my personal life rn and bc of that I fell on a horrible depressive episode that I'm still on. So, my motivation to do stuff is very low at the moment and as I have to deal with my adult responsibilities that I can't run from bc nobody can, rn the best I'm able to do is focus the tiny bit of energy I have onto getting them done. I won't be able to update my fanfics as fast as I used to for some time. Can't say how long, it's not under my control currently, sorry :( But I LOVE writing, it's a great escape for me, from life problems and stuff, so, I really do not plan on stop writing fanfiction. I promise! Don't worry too much. Some of the upcoming chapters of this fanfiction, for example, are already saved on my Google Docs. I'll take longer but I won't stop updating. Anyway, I'm a tiny bit (ok maybe much more than that lol) insecure about this chapter but I hope y'all like it. Seeing your comments about the fic would make me incredibly happy. I'm needing some serotonin right now 🥲 Thanks for reading my writings ♡
Not proofread. Sorry if some parts are a bit messed up. I'll proofread it as soon as I can <3
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Chapter 6
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You gave me roses and I left them there to die
So this is me swallowin' my pride
Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night
(...)
It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you
Back to December (Taylor Swift)
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You inclined yourself slowly and sheepishly in Neteyam's direction, still feeling guilty for the way you had been treating him before. Neteyam sensed your self doubt and quickly swept you off your feet, taking you inside his arms, so he could finally get the hug he had been dying for, so he could finally feel your small body against his bigger one. His big hands were now under your thighs, securing you in place against his warm body. That closeness, his touch… it all felt incredibly good. You cursed yourself for pushing him away and postponing that moment. To think you could have felt that before and you didn't… "Stupid girl" you thought.
You were now really far from the ground but you felt safe. Now you knew Neteyam would always protect you. He would not let you fall and get hurt. He was not and had never been a threat to you. There was not and there never was any reason for you to be afraid of him.
"Oeyä yawne…" (my beloved) "You feel so soft and tiny… Eywa… Nga yawne lu oer" (I love you) His voice was choked with emotion as he held back tears of joy while he hugged you as tight as he was able to - without hurting you - and you rested your head upon his shoulder. Your nose was hovering over his neck and you sniffed his skin, smelling his natural, cozy scent. It was intoxicating, drawing you in, making you wanna stay like that forever. 
You breathed in deep and relaxed inside his huge arms that held you for the first time but still strangely felt like home, like you had felt them around you a thousand times already. If you believed in past lives - which you didn't - you'd explain this odd but amazing feeling as you having found your soulmate again, in this current life. There was no fear of Neteyam inside of you anymore. You only yearned for more and more of him, only a burning affection kept your whole being warm, just like his massive body did too.
"There's still something I need to ask of you, if this is gonna work out between us." You said, breaking the hug for a while to look him in the eye
"Say it, yawne."
Neteyam was still so utterly happy that he did not even seem to be shaken by that, which he could have been
"You know why I pushed you away. First of all, finding out an alien double your size has been stalking you is freaking unnerving." You still gazed into his eyes, wanting him to pay attention to your words "Second, you acted like a creep. At least compared to the way human guys act around girls they're interested in. I don't really have any experience dating na'vi boys, you know?" You choked a little as you were trying hard to hold back laughter
"Ouch…" Neteyam playfully pretended to be extremely hurt by your previous statements. He chuckled "In my defense, I'd say my instincts are to blame, not me, exactly." You gave him a death stare, but in a playful manner too "When I saw you, I knew you would be the perfect mate for me and I had to make you mine. Everything about you rubbed me just the right way."
You smiled. He was being silly and so sweet. You just could not resist it.
"By the way, when did you see me for the first time?" 
Neteyam seemed to get shy after that question. You wondered why.
"I fell in love with you while you were in your Avatar body, yawntu. That's when I first saw you." Neteyam looked up at you again, smiling but showing no teeth
"You what?" You questioned him, a bit shocked but you could not bring yourself to be mad at him, though. Imagining him hiding behind trees and up in branches to watch you silently seemed adorable in your eyes, now. 
And yes, you knew it sounded crazy, to find someone who used to literally stalk you adorable, but nobody said that anything that was happening to you right now made any sense. Not even you would try to.
"How did I never notice you were around?" You shook your head in disapproval of your distraction back in the forest.
What if it had been a na'vi who did not trust you a single bit to even let you Dreamwalk freely, without grabbing you by the arm and taking you to the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk? Some na'vi hated humans to that point. And, as you always said and always would say, you had a great empathy towards them and could imagine yourself feeling the same way if you were na'vi. You could never bring yourself to judge them as harshly as way too many humans did. You knew they were not the villains of the story. But still, what if that na'vi tried to hurt you? You felt tense at the thought.
Neteyam noticed your uneasiness and tried to calm you.
"Don't worry, yawne. I'm a great warrior. A big part of being a good warrior is being really focused on one's mission and knowing how to get by as unnoticed as possible. So many other humans in their Avatars and even many, many na'vi wouldn't notice me, either."
Neteyam still wanted to call those other humans "demons in false bodies" but he was not going to. He knew it would hurt you and make you feel like he was talking about you too. But he was not. Whenever he had called you "demon", it never meant the same thing as it would mean if he was talking about any other human. But he knew it would be hard for you to understand. So he promised himself that he would never call you "demon" again. After that eclipse night when the both of you were talking in front of your bedroom window, he realized how much it hurt you when he called you that. He hated himself for bringing you pain. And his heart hurt so badly when he thought about the possibility of you pushing him away again. It made him want to hold onto your small, frail body tightly and say "Please, don't leave me! I can't be without you again… Please…"
"If you say so… I still think I should've been more careful, though." You say, still feeling a little nervous and thinking that maybe you had not been the best student when attending to your classes about na'vi behavior and that maybe you didn't pay enough attention to warnings they may have given about being mindful of your surroundings when Dreamwalking 
"I promise it's okay. It was not your fault, yawntu. I'm just good at what I do." His smile clearly showed he was proud of being a good warrior
"Ok, then." You smiled back at him and the both of you laughed a bit.
Suddenly, he stopped smiling and his gaze dropped to your lips, that were not that far from his own lips, if it wasn't for that damn oxygen mask. You felt like he wanted to kiss you. The moment was awkward but in a good way. He could not kiss you with the mask on, so, instead, he smiled at you once again and looked down at the floor, bashful.
You touched his huge, gorgeous face and he looked up at you again "So, about what we were talking about before… Just try to be a little less… upfront about what you feel for me. I mean… sexually. I love that you want me this much because I want you too, Neteyam. A lot, actually. You're… really freaking hot." He smiled, blissful, and his cat-like eyes sparkled as he heard that, his ears perking up. "But you're a bit too much, at times. If you could just tone it down a bit…" Neteyam looked a little ashamed and insecure, so, you rubbed your thumb on his soft skin, to reassure him you still longed for him too "At least while I get used to your na'vi nature, it would be great. Please, try to understand me… It's a whole new world I'm just now discovering. But it doesn't mean I don't love you and don't want you and it doesn't mean you should feel insecure." You smiled gently, showing no teeth. 
Neteyam looked a bit sad again after you finished your sentence and you totally understood why. In his na'vi mind, you were practically rejecting him. That was who he truly was, animalistic and a bit too much to your human standards. He must feel like who he is was not enough or good in your eyes.
"Hey" You cupped his face again "I wanna do something. Just let me take this mask off, first." You wanted to reassure Neteyam of your feelings for him by giving him a kiss.
"Yawne, no! You can't breathe without it. You could die really fast! I'm not gonna let you do it."
"So you don't want a kiss, Neteyam Suli? I thought you'd want it, judging by the way you have been stalking me and by our interaction that night, outside my bedroom's window." You teased him and his face lit up
Neteyam gave you an excited smile. The way his full lips curled up as he quickly pondered about the pros and cons of your offer was so beautiful, almost hypnotizing.
God, you really were in love with that na'vi boy, weren't you? There's no going back now. He's holding your heart in his big, weird but cute, alien hands.
"I guess if we make it quick-"
"Shut up, Neteyam." You interrupted, chuckling playfully "I know you're dying to feel my lips on yours. Just help me take this mask off already." It was a bit hard for you to take the mask off while holding onto his shoulders. You knew he would not let you fall but still you wanted to still feel a bit of control and keep holding onto him too.
Neteyam got surprised by your boldness, since he did not see it coming, and he could only think about how freaking amazing it would feel to finally taste your lips, so, he did as you asked - leaving the mask hanging on your neck by the strap it had - and you rapidly held his big pretty, blue face, brought your lips to his and placed the most tender of kisses there, pressing your mouth against his mouth softly but with so much care, trying to let him feel how much you desired him too. His lips were velvety, warm and so incredibly good to kiss. God, you did not care that you were risking dying from lack of oxygen. You wanted that alien boy so badly.
Neteyam's still tense demeanor soon turned into a calmer one as he kissed you back. His hold on you got tighter as he felt your sweet soft lips on his. He felt so incredibly hungry for you. How could he not be? Your kiss was the most delicious thing he had ever felt in his whole life. You both shared saliva and wet each other's lips with each time your lips parted only slightly and came together again. Your soft skin made him want to squeeze you and never let you go again. Neteyam wanted to cuddle with you, wanted to wrap his tail around your small body in a possessive way to let you know you're his and that he would take care of you, hunt food to feed you and protect you from anything that could ever hurt you.
It was getting harder and harder for him not to lay you on the ground and press his body against your tiny one and make love to you right there but he knew that, thinking rationally, that was not a good idea at all, as the both of you were just outside a laboratory full of humans and you two could easily get caught and be in danger.
Even though Neteyam craved your body insanely, now even more than before, as he was finally feeling you close and tasting your lips, he was trying to take it as slow and gentle as he could because he wanted to respect your limits instead of scaring you away again. He understood you were human and your race acted in a very different way when it came to relationships. He still thought it to be a dumb way to lead things but it was you who was asking him to act differently and he loved you with his whole being. He could not bring himself to say "no" to that request. He knew it would be temporary and you soon would give into the na'vi that lives inside of you when it came to mating too. For you, Neteyam could wait. He knew things would soon change for the better. You were now in his arms, as the two of you kissed. You were no longer afraid of him. That was everything he needed at that moment. Things were already so much better.
Neteyam noticed you were having more and more trouble breathing, so he got worried and quickly put your oxygen mask back on.
You gasped for air and breathed in so much oxygen once you had your mask on that it might have been funny to watch, though Neteyam did not laugh. On the contrary, he seemed way too serious, way too worried about your safety. You wanted him to relax a bit.
"See how much I love you? I risked dying just to give you a kiss." You tried to speak normally but what came out of your mouth was a hoarse whisper instead, as your lungs were still in need of more air. A weak smile was adorning your lips as you struggled but still managed to let out a frail chuckle
"Don't say that, oeyä tawtute, please." Neteyam told you, trying to stay serious but still letting out a chuckle as well
"See the sacrifices I make for you, Neteyam?" You tried to seem mad at him at the beginning, only to start laughing shortly after, now that you finally had enough oxygen in your system to be able to let out an actual laugh, even if it still sounded weaker than your laughing would sound in another situation
He smiled big and teased you "Skxawng." (moron)
"But you love me." You closed your eyes while smiling, full of yourself
"I do." You opened your eyes to look at his face "More than you think, yawntu."
Your heartbeat accelerated intensely and you blushed. Neteyam found your blushed cheeks adorable. He looked at you so intensely, like he was holding the most precious thing in the world in his arms.
Neteyam knew he had just fallen even harder for you now that you both had kissed. He could not wait until he could be alone with you in a safe place and get to explore your body with his hands and kiss you all over. He almost got hard just thinking about that but he tried his hardest to whoosh that away. Neteyam was scared that feeling his bulge would be too much for you at that moment, specially since he knew he was much bigger than the human males you were used to. You might feel uncomfortable because of that difference and the sudden intimate feeling of his hard big cock against you and want to get out of his arms. Neteyam did not want that to happen. He needed you there a bit more, he was not ready to let you stand on your feet yet. And he was so afraid of you not wanting him close anymore, he was so afraid of perhaps ruining what you both had now. It was far too special for him. He could not let his sexual instincts ruin that. The time would come when you would let him in completely, when you would grant him permission to be inside of you and show you how much he craved your pussy, how much you messed with his head and awakened his most intense desires. Until then, he would wait and take baby steps. For you, he was capable of waiting for ages, though he hoped so strongly it would not take long.
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thankeywa · 1 year
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“hiiii i loved your last piece and damn your writting is SO GOOD <3 so i ask you pretty please if you could right about an aged up!lo'ak w aged up!reader where they're in a romantic relationship and finally mate after a couple of months of waiting. THANKS IN ADVANCE LUV YA”
hiiii! so, as you asked me to, this is me fowarding the request! 🫶🏻 i imagine this being with a female reader, something like childhood friends to lovers – the girl would be a na’vi and they grew up together or smt. i also see the reader being a little scared of mating with lo’ak – thinking things like i love this man but he’s so reckless i dont wanna loose him – and shit. i trust you a 100% with this because I KNOW you're gonna make me giggle scream in my pillows and punch the air even if i read your grocery store list.
lmk if you need anything more! lots of love & kisses. 💘💘💕💞💘💖💗💓💗
Chosen | Lo'ak x fem!Omaticaya!reader (Smut)
A.N: Hello there! Sorry this took me so long, but I'm in the middle of exam season and also my birthday was last week and yea lots of stuffs going on. I hope my interpretation of your request will be everything you dreamed of, tbh I went a lil extra, but this story has literally been plaguing me for days and I loved writing it so much!
Summary: fem!Omaticaya!reader x Lo'ak, both reader and Lo'ak are 18/19 in this, usually I write 20+ characters but I was trying to keep the story as close as possible to Na'vi 'marriage traditions, according to them 15 is the age of maturity and I believe parents arrange marriages around that time, but if anyone is uncomfortable with this then please feel free to imagine the characters are older.
T.W.: NSFW, this is pr0n with feelings, but it is detailed. As always, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK OR ANY OF MY ACCOUNTS, thank you. Awkward first-time shenanigans, angst, fluff, and yeah if I missed anything please let me know.
T.W. 2: This turned into a whole ass fic so forewarning for mentions of blood, neglectful parenting, and a near-death experience for a main character.
Word count: 6.355
Mini dictionary for this fic:
Olo'eyktan = clan leader
Kaltxì! = hello
Oeru syaw... = My name is...
Ngaru tut? = And you are?
Sempul= father
Sa'nok= mother
Oe tìwayn...= I love...
Tsahik= spiritual leader
Yawne = beloved
Oeya- = My-
Oel ngati kameie = I see you
Nga yawne lu oer = I love you (You are beloved to me)
Kehe= no
If you have any Lo'ak requests, please send them my way!
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Lo'ak had never been chosen for anything in his life.
For as long as he'd remembered, his parents had either been taking every spare moment they had to teach Neteyam the right path in life, so that he would one day be an Olo'eyktan fit enough to succeed his father or alternatively, dote on his sisters. It was at an embarrassingly young age when he discovered that he could have wandered off from the safety of his family and nobody would have taken much notice until the eclipse would come, and it was time to turn in.
Even on those occasions, Lo'ak would try to prove his worth by showing his father a creature he had caught or a place he had 'discovered', but his parents didn't really do much other than reprimand him for his reckless behavior.
"You know you were supposed to help me look after your baby sister today, why is it so hard for you to understand basic instructions?" His father would huff, dragging him back home while carrying Tuk on his shoulders. Lo'ak looked at her. She was a tiny infant, where could she have possibly gone by herself? And why did he have to stick around to look after her, while Neteyam and Kiri were out hunting with their mother?
Eventually, his disappearances stopped raising alarms, as his family had accepted Lo'ak would always find his way back or his brother would be the one to recuperate him. On these occasions, Lo'ak had tried to fit in with the rest of the clan but had quickly discovered his presence wasn't all that welcome among his peers. While they felt the need to respect him because he was the Olo'eyktan's son and Neteyam's brother, his quirks, specifically his hands and his speech pattern were too... different. Too human. A lot of Omaticayans his age had been orphaned as a consequence of the war against the sky people, and Lo'ak was just another reminder of what their presence had left behind. Not to mention he was also friends with Spider, an actual sky person, even though he was born on Pandora and knew nothing of Earth.
On a day like any other, Lo'ak and Spider were playing hide and seek just the two of them, a game Jake had taught them and was too 'human' sounding for the rest of their peers to want to join in, and Lo'ak had found the perfect hiding spot on a tree Spider was never going to be able to climb when a voice startled him so much, he almost fell out of the branch he'd been resting on.
"Kaltxì!" The little Na'vi girl his age greeted him enthusiastically while hanging upside down from the tree branch directly above him. Lo'ak stared at her and felt like prey in the split second it was about to be hit by an arrow. He had never seen such beautiful eyes. And he had never talked to a girl before, other than his sisters. "Oeru syaw y/n." She continued. "Ngaru tut?"
"L-Lo'ak." He managed to say, instinctively hiding his hands behind his back. She looked at him curiously, almost as if to ponder his silence. Then y/n seemed to have a sudden realization. "Now I know!" She exclaimed again loudly, along with switching her language register, but Lo'ak couldn't care less about losing his game of hide and seek with Spider anymore. "You are the Spider's friend. You speak the English. You see? I speak the English too. You can talk to me." Y/n announced rather diplomatically, not knowing that Lo'ak was perfectly capable of speaking Na'vi as well. "Friends?" She reached out her hand, her eyes brimming with hope.
Lo'ak nodded and smiled back at her, still at a loss for words, until he finally said: "Yes, friends." But he didn't dare to shake her hand. Y/n dropped down from the branch she'd been hanging from gracefully, her tail twitching as she inquired: "You are hurt?", trying to get a better look at his hands.
"No!" Lo'ak blurted out, and in doing so he inadvertently put his hands forward to keep y/n at a distance, while he was backed up against the tree trunk, with nowhere else to go except fall to his death. Y/n's comically large eyes took in the sight of his hands, examining them for signs of trauma. But there were none. Lo'ak braced himself for the inevitable rejection. "Big baby." She chided. "Nothing wrong with your hands, see?" Lo'ak let y/n hold his hands up to his face, and Spider found them like that the very next second.
"Ha-ha!" He panted, out of breath from climbing all the way up to where the two Na'vi hadn't been so quiet. "I. Win."
"Win?" Y/n asked, dropping Lo'ak's hands. "Is it a game? Can I play? Oh, and-and my friends as well. You will meet them now. Come."
Lo'ak realized then, that was what it must have felt like to be chosen by someone.
From that day onward, Lo'ak and y/n had been inseparable. He was the first person she'd pick to play on her team once he and Spider had been accepted by her friends, he was the first and sometimes only person she'd tell her 'secrets' to, and as they grew older they would only go out hunting if the other was with them. Ceremonies, dinners, you name it, Lo'ak and y/n were sitting next to each other, trying their best to keep their giggles and whispers at a low volume, something y/n really couldn't help, especially when Neteyam would turn around to reprimand his younger brother.
Y/n got gradually closer with his family as well over the years, being of big help with babysitting Tuk and escorting Kiri to Hellsgate with the rest of her siblings whenever she wanted to visit her mom. Her English had gotten progressively better, and she was as fluent of a speaker as the rest of the Sullys, regretfully owing a lot of her vocab to the two brothers. On a particular outing to the lab, Lo'ak had been in the middle of teasing Kiri about her conception, and y/n was quick to respond to him, intent on defending her friend.
"-their avatars, all alone in the forest-" Lo'ak goaded Kiri, and y/n cut him off before her best friend could insinuate anything else. "As if you would know anything about that, virgin!" His siblings laughed at this.
"Who are you calling virgin, virgin?" He'd snap back, and their argument would usually end up in a scuffle, which he was always the first one to pull away from.
Lo'ak hadn't realized how easy he had it back then, before... Well, before none of them no longer had time to be kids. The sky people came back around the time of Neteyam's 20th birthday, and yet somehow, that hadn't been the most devastating event Lo'ak was about to experience in the days to come.
"Lo'ak listen to me, and for Eywa's sake, don't run off until I'm done talking." Neteyam rested a hand on his shoulder, he had never seen such a pained expression on his brother's face before. "Sempul has been talking to me about responsibility and family, and-"
Lo'ak tsked, shaking his head. "Big surprise there, bro."
"Lo'ak..." Neteyam said sternly, and Lo'ak wondered when exactly had his brother become so much like their father. "I saw him and sa'nok talking to y/n's parents the other day. Saying stuff like she is the only one other than Kiri who truly understands Eywa's will. They've seen her healing abilities, she's been helping out with the war effort under Mo'at instructions. They want her to be the next tshaik, after mother."
Lo'ak couldn't stop the ugly frown that took over his features, and neither could he prevent himself from shoving his brother off him in disdain. "What are you saying?" He asked angrily, even though he already knew the answer to his question.
"You know what I'm saying, bro-"
"You're not my brother!" Lo'ak snarled, and for once in his life actually felt intimidating as he did so. Neteyam looked even more distraught than he had been a few seconds ago, but his agony was nowhere as close as the hell wreaking havoc inside Lo'ak. Y/n was the one thing Lo'ak had in this world that was truly his, and now he was going to have to stand aside while she married his brother. "I love her, I need her." He screamed, the pain in his chest was unlike anything he'd ever felt. "You don't-"
"Exactly, I don't." Neteyam said, trying to recover his younger brother from his anguish. "And I will say no to this union, but you know this decision is out of my hands-"
"Of course, you'll do anything as long as it doesn't interfere with you being the perfect son!" Lo'ak spat with tears in his eyes and Neteyam was quick to raise his voice, something that he almost never did. "Do not say that, Lo'ak. You know that is not true-"
But Lo'ak was done talking. And he had a feeling he didn't want to stick around for the evening ceremony either.
Y/n had remained deadly silent as her parents had given her the news. Tsahik, marriage, Neteyam. At one point it all started to become white noise in her head. All she could think about was Lo'ak. The day they'd both ridden their ikrans for the first time, and had stayed out well passed the eclipse. The hunting excursions, when it was just the two of them. Listening to human music on a device they'd stolen from the lab one time.
"Oe tìwayn Lo'ak." She'd never said it out loud to anyone, but it was true. She loved Lo'ak, and her parents simply couldn't understand. The younger Sully boy was nothing but a troublemaker, a complete mance to the clan and anyone else around him. They were never going to give their beautiful, talented daughter away to a five-fingered freak of nature, no matter how much she begged and pleaded with them.
Y/n felt like she was having an out-of-body experience, not even recollecting how she'd found herself sitting amongst the rest of the clan, as they all faced the tree of souls and the Olo'eyktan began to speak. She couldn't see Lo'ak anywhere. Y/n found it harder and harder to breathe. He was still her best friend, and she needed to tell him what was about to happen before his father announced it to everyone they knew. Lo'ak would have thought she'd have kept it secret from him, and y/n could never break his trust.
"It is with great pride and joy that today we-" The clan leader, Jake Sully, had stopped talking in the middle of his speech and was now looking directly at her. In fact, everybody was. Y/n only then realized she'd stood up while everyone else was still sitting down. Neytiri walked up to her, wiping the tears from her face. Y/n hadn't even realized she'd been crying. "Child, you do not look well." She spoke warmly as if she were speaking to one of her own daughters.
Y/n's tail was twitching violently, still looking around for Lo'ak as she took in a shaky breath. "It is Lo'ak." She managed to say. "He is not here." Y/n whined and her parents decided to step in. "Sit down, daughter. You are disrespecting the clan leader. End this foolishness at once!" But Neytiri was quick to be concerned, asking Neteyam for answers about his brother's whereabouts. "He could not be here. And I do not blame him."
Jake finally decided to have his say. The only fool around had been him, if he'd only now realized the love Lo'ak and y/n had for each other, if the look in her eyes and Lo'ak's disappearance from her side had been anything to go by. "Every single one of our people is allowed to speak their mind. Y/n has not disrespected me, or anyone else." Jake reassured her parents. Y/n saw no other way out for herself, and she knew she was either going to have to say the truth now or forever be silent. "Forgive me, Olo'eyktan. Forgive me, Neytiri. I know I am promised to your eldest son, and I know you wish for me to be tsahik one day. These are the two greatest honors I could ever ask from Eywa herself, and I am grateful. Nothing should be more important to me than looking after the clan, especially now, in a time of war... but my heart, it belongs to your youngest son. It belongs to Lo'ak. It always has. And because I know I would be doing the clan a disservice, that I would be undermining your authority and Mo'at's, I am prepared to be exiled from the clan or pay whatever other punishment in light of my failure."
A loud ruckus erupted as soon as y/n had finished her speech, her parents, in particular, trying to undermine everything she'd just said, while everybody else began to give their opinion on the matter. "Where is he? Your demon son? Can he not even vouch for the woman he has clearly seduced?"
Neteyam could still hear the clan squabbling from where he eventually found his brother. His usual hiding place. "When you are done sulking" He said, announcing his presence before grabbing Lo'ak by the scruff of his neck. "Maybe you could come back and stand by y/n side. She is talking of leaving the clan-" Neteyam's eyes widened as he saw the deep claw marks that ran from Lo'ak's chest all the way down to his left side. Lo'ak was clutching his abdomen, his hands covered in blood.
"Lo'ak, look at me... bro!" Neteyam's voice cracked. "I'm taking you home now, understand? You're going to be fine..."
"I thought... If I could be... a mighty warrior... like you..." Lo'ak murmured, a faint smile on his face. "Maybe... "
But he didn't get to finish that sentence, because a blood-curdling scream had just pierced through both of their ears. Y/n had known about every single one of Lo'ak hiding places too, and it hadn't taken her long to find him. It was almost as if she'd already known, deep within her bones, that he had gone and hurt himself, yet nothing could have prepared her for seeing him like this. "Yawne, what have you done? what have you done?" She wailed and kissed his face, trying to put pressure on his wounds. Neteyam had to separate them, his priority was to take Lo'ak back to Mo'at in time, even though he was just as devastated as y/n.
Y/n didn't leave Lo'ak's side for a single second over the following days. She carried him home with Neteyam. She helped Mo'at and Neytiri heal him. She stayed by his bed until he finally regained consciousness. "Oeya-Lo'ak, you are awake!" Y/n embraced him, mindful of his recovering wounds. Lo'ak pulled away from y/n enough to look into her eyes. "You see me. Only you see me." He said, touching her face gently as she nodded, pressing her forehead against his. "Oel ngati kameie." Y/n whispered, and Lo'ak could have cried when he heard those words leave her lips. "Nga yawne lu oer, y/n. I see you."
Lo'ak came to know of her and Neteyam's refusal to be together, of the rift it had cut between y/n and her parents. How she'd stood up in front of them and the entire clan to declare that she loved him and she would sooner be exiled than belong to anyone else other than him. Amongst the Omaticaya there were some who were certain Lo'ak had taken advantage of y/n, so that he could trap her in being with him, knowing full well Lo'ak would have never lived up to his brother's perfect image. All of this enraged him. He could no longer withstand being on bedrest while wild accusations were being made on y/n. On his mate.
She hissed at him while he tried to get up, and his siblings were having none of it either, when his parents finally turned up to see him. Lo'ak took in their expressions. He had never seen them so worn out with worry. Both Neytiri and Jake embraced their youngest son, dutifully checking on him. After making sure he had eaten, and with Mo'at's permission, his parents asked for everyone except y/n to leave.
By the time his parents had also left, Lo'ak and y/n were promised to each other.
Lo'ak was on strict orders to recuperate from his run-in with a thanator over the coming weeks and was forced to get updates about the ongoing war from Kiri and Tuk. Neteyam and y/n would visit every day, but now that y/n had stepped down as future Tsahik, she was determined to make herself useful by replacing her mate in the war effort until he got better. Neteyam had sworn to Lo'ak that he would have kept y/n safe, but it didn't stop Lo'ak from trying to escape his grandmother's watchful eye so he too could be out on the battlefield with his yawne. Where he belonged.
"Oeya-Lo'ak, you are still recovering." Y/n would complain to him almost every night when she came back to be by his side. Truthfully, she was scared. The second the excuses for making him stay behind ran out, Lo'ak could have gone back to playing a reckless game with his own life. And now, her own life was tied to his. She had gotten hurt fighting the sky people, yes, but nothing could have ever come close to the visceral pain that had ripped through her the day she thought she had lost him forever. Sometimes it made her even too scared to get closer to him, of sharing everything of herself and then suddenly being left behind without ever being able to cope with that loss.
Y/n was on the verge of losing her mind, she was certain because the instinctive need to protect her own heart was more often than not overcome by a different type of need. Y/n had felt low echoes of it when she and Lo'ak had been growing up, whenever he'd wrap his tail around her leg or he'd be standing right behind her, his arms circling hers as he taught her how to shoot an arrow. Now that need was stronger than ever, and she knew what name to give it. Tìnew. Desire.
And she didn't know what to do with it. In fact, she felt ashamed. Lo'ak was still hurt, and all she could think about while she was in the middle of checking on his progress, was wondering what it would be like to run her hands across his body in a different type of way. Her other friends had all already mated, she knew. Y/n wondered sometimes if Lo'ak did not find her beautiful, if he regretted choosing her, but could no longer back out of his decision. He did not seem to want her, in fact, over the following weeks, he seemed to struggle greatly with the feeling of her touch. Something which had never happened before.
Little did she know that Lo'ak was struggling just as much as she was. Y/n's touch burned in such a delicious manner, Lo'ak could not have described it in his own words if he tried. All he knew was it left him starved and aching for more whenever she would eventually have to leave. But he could not initiate anything real while he was still in that state. He could see the sorrow in her eyes every time she'd look at his wounds, and he knew his recklessness had scarred her. And in turn, it had changed him. Eywa as his witness, he no longer wanted to hear y/n scream so viscerally as she had done the night he'd almost died. He needed to be a better person. If not for his sake, then for her own. Y/n was his responsibility now.
Soon he was back on his feet again, and ready to face the rest of the clan. Y/n would now sit amongst his family and Lo'ak was always glued to her side, ready to hiss or growl at anyone who so much as looked at his mate the wrong way. Y/n loved sitting between his legs with his chest to her back, wanting nothing more than to show off her mate to the rest of the clan. She noted that since his recovery, Lo'ak had been less inclined to chat or make jokes like he usually did when they both had to sit through another one of Jake's boring speeches before dinner. It made her sad, since Lo'ak's jokester side was one of the things she loved most about him, but she understood he was going through a lot.
It was on one of these occasions y/n decided to soothe her mate by reaching for his braid, bringing it to rest over her shoulder so she could play with it absentmindedly. Lo'ak realised only after a few minutes that her ministrations were making him purr. Him. Purr. In public. His hands dug into her hips and he hid his face in her neck, trying to keep quiet. "Yawne, you need to stop that... please..." Lo'ak whispered so only she could hear, her hands dangerously close to his queue. Y/n frowned and turned back to look at him. "Did I hurt you?" She asked in concern, reaching out to touch his face. Lo'ak felt his cheeks flare up with heat. He wanted to give her some cocky response, but in truth, he was scared. "No, no. You could never hurt me, y/n... it's more... the opposite." How could anyone want to be with him in that way? To physically bind themselves to him for the rest of their life? Hadn't he taken enough from y/n already?
"The opposite?" She asked, ears bent downwards and still not understanding. "If it makes you feel good, then why would I stop? I like hearing you purr..." Lo'ak tried once again to hide his blush by looking away but to no avail. Y/n's tail wrapped around his own then, preventing him from furiously whacking it against the ground every few seconds, like he always did when he was nervous. "It's just... I—"
All it took was for y/n to look him dead in the eye for her to understand. Eventually she would always see through him. "You wish to mate with me."
A nervous cough overcame Lo'ak as soon as y/n had said those words, making quite a few of their clan members turn towards him and shake their heads in disappointment. Y/n immediately grabbed some water for him to drink.
"Y-yes." He finally managed to say, not sure if he was ever going to recover from such an embarrassing display.
"But... I was certain... you did not desire me. That maybe, you loved me but did not find me beautiful..." Y/n confessed and Lo'ak realized what an absolute skxawng he'd been. The entire time he'd spent feeling sorry for himself and trying to be a better 'version' of himself for y/n, to stop getting in harm's way and taking every aspect of his life more seriously, he'd ended up neglecting his mate. The two of them had probably been the only couple to have waited so long, and he couldn't imagine what kind of reasons y/n had to come up with to explain his 'disinterest'. Clearly, he'd made her feel less than worthy, and it devastated him.
Lo'ak placed one of his hands over y/n's jaw, tilting her face upwards to look at him. "I never, ever want to hear you say that, yawne." He pulled her lower back snugly towards him until she could feel how hard he was for her, making her let out a shaky breath as she turned away from Lo'ak but pressed back against him even more. "Can't you feel how badly I want you? How badly I've always wanted you?" Y/n nodded, trying to look stoically in front of her as if nothing was going on. As if Lo'ak's words weren't making her heart feel like it was going to burst at any minute. As if it would make things any better, y/n reached for one of Lo'ak's hands and held it close to her breastplate, trying to slow her heartbeat down. "Your little heart is beating so fast..." Lo'ak spoke against her braids. "So is yours!" Y/n snapped at him in a low voice, making Lo'ak chuckle. She could feel the beat of his heart against her back.
She wondered if the rest of the clan members could tell what was going on. Y/n didn't want to disrespect Lo'ak's family a second time. But nobody seemed to be taking any notice of them, except the handful of jealous fuckers who eyed y/n whenever they thought he wasn't looking. Lo'ak wondered if they could tell she was shaking in his arms just because of his words. "You don't see the way they look at you? How much they hate me because you're mine?" He asked, placing a hand dangerously close to her inner thigh.
"I don't care about the others. I never have." Y/n sighed leaning back against him.
It was a long wait for everyone else to go to sleep and leave the Tree of Souls empty that night. Sure, they could have gone some place else, considering how worked up the two of them had gotten, but Lo'ak wanted to do things the right way. This was the one thing in his life that he was not going to half-ass or screw up.
Y/n had put him first since the day she'd met him and Lo'ak was going to spend the rest of the night, no, the rest of his life, showing her just how she made him feel every single day.
"You are worrying again..." Y/n noticed, pulling him down to sit next to her. Lo'ak had been overfixating on finding the perfect spot for them to lay down. "I am worried too..." She confessed touching his face. Lo'ak frowned, wrapping his arms around her waist. "We do not need to do this... if you've changed your mind..."
"Kehe! Of course not..." Y/n climbed on top of him, laying across his chest as she kissed him. "I am afraid of losing you... always." Lo'ak really didn't know what to say to those words, because he knew in his heart she was right and he could not argue. He felt exactly the same way about her, but he'd given y/n plenty of reason not to trust he'd stay out of harm's way. "What if... what if I am to carry your child and you don't come back to me? What then?"
The notion of getting y/n pregnant made Lo'ak revert to blushing and scrambling his words, and she blushed as well, realizing she had been somewhat blunt. Lo'ak hardly ever saw her blush and it truly was a sight to behold. "I promise. Eywa as my witness, I will always come back to you, yawne. Always. " As he said those words, Lo'ak didn't even feel like he was himself anymore, but he was certain he meant them.
Y/n brought both of her hands to his face and kissed him again, deeply this time. It was languid and desperate, almost as if she'd been waiting for that promise for a very long time. Lo'ak groaned as she run her tongue over his fangs, pulling away to graze his teeth over her neck and making her gasp. He sat up to get some leverage and asked his mate permission before sinking his teeth into her skin, marking her permanently.
"Lo'ak!" Y/n cried, digging her nails into his back as he lapped up the blood running down her neck. She gave him a sharp bite too, just over his shoulder, in retaliation, making him chuckle. "I'm sorry yawne, let me make it up to you..."
"You better, skxawng!" She huffed, shoving his chest playfully, even if the act of being marked had made the pressure between her legs so unbearable it was beginning to hurt. Lo'ak laughed again and y/n hissed at him meakly, ears drawn back. Why did his laugh also have to... have an effect on her?
"So I'm a skxawng, now?" Lo'ak asked in amusement as he kissed his way down her neck, deciding to get rid of her piece of clothing with his mouth also. It didn't take Y/n long to notice, Lo'ak's hands were no longer on her body, in fact he was leaning against them, only reaching out to touch her if he needed to hold her in place for a few seconds. He was still insecure about them, after all those years, and it would have broken her heart if Lo'ak hadn't been in the middle of making her feel so good. "I thought I was your yawne—"
Y/n got rid of her top piece herself and brought Lo'ak's hands to her breasts. His confidence seemed to leave him then. "You are my yawne. But you are also a skxawng... " She sighed softly through her nose. "I want you to use your hands on me, Lo'ak." Y/n told him, searching for his eyes as one of her hands guided his own over her breast.
"Y-yes. I know... it's just..."
Lo'ak's mind completely blanked the second y/n brought his other hand to her mouth, kissing every single one of his fingers before wrapping her lips around his index and middle finger, sucking around them. She took them as deep in her mouth as she could before pulling away again, enjoying the sight of her flustered mate. "Your hands are beautiful. And they're mine." She whispered, kissing the pad of his thumb. Lo'ak ran his thumb over her bottom lip, and reached back for her queue, bringing it together with his own.
"Nga yawne lu oer, I want to be with you, like this, forever." Lo'ak murmured before making the connection between them. Y/n jolted in his arms, hanging on to his neck for dear life. She'd known the tsaheylu would have felt good, intense even. But she could not have anticipated half of what she was feeling at that moment. Lo'ak's heart was beating so hard, she could feel it in her own chest, battling against her own. And he wanted her... Eywa, he wanted her so bad he could have died from it.
Lo'ak saw inside y/n too, and wasted no time in tugging her forward in a searing kiss. She arched into him and squeezed her thighs around his middle, squirming in his lap as he finally let his inhibitions go. "Want this off--off..." Y/n protested at the sight of his loincloth, rudely tugging at it without much regard for the fact Lo'ak wouldn't have anything to wear the following morning if she destroyed his clothes.
Lo'ak grinned and helped her, finally getting some of his cheeky attitude back. "Who knew my y/n could be so needy—" Her hand on his cock however was enough to make him shut up, well, curse under his breath more like. Y/n meanwhile was completely enthralled with what she was doing, enjoying the feeling of Lo'ak's shaft hardening and leaking under her touch. The fact he was falling apart from it was just an added bonus. "Where were you hiding all this?" She teased and Lo'ak was certain the woman in his arms was going to be the death of him.
"S-shut up..." He whined, struggling to even remember his name when she twisted her wrist and added just the right amount of pressure, making Lo'ak buck up into her hand instinctively. "Shit, y/n, you're being really... d-distracting right now... you need to give me... ah... a break, okay yawne?"
Against every fiber of his being, Lo'ak gently removed her hand. She frowned "Oh? But I like playing with your—"
"Kehe! None of that either..." Lo'ak reprimanded her softly and she giggled. "Let me focus on you, please? I've been waiting for so long..." Y/n nodded, smiling shyly at his words. "Honestly..." Lo'ak mumbled, kissing down the slope of her breasts, having hooked his arms underneath her thighs to hold her higher up. "Only you could get all shy... at something like that... and not about jerking me off..." Y/n loved to listen to Lo'ak talk to her while he drove her crazy with his hands and mouth. The second Lo'ak figured her nipples were particularly sensitive, she was a goner. She mewled and whined as he abused them with his mouth, and tugged harshly on his braids, which only seemed to encourage him further.
Her remaining piece of clothing was completely soaked, and y/n had to resort to rutting herself down against his thigh to get any sort of friction. "Shit..." Lo'ak cursed, realising he'd completely neglected that aspect of things. "Yawne, you're so wet... is this where you need me?" He cooed and Y/n nodded, crying out from the relief of feeling Lo'ak push a single long digit inside of her. She was ready for him, had been for a while, but that didn’t seem to matter because Lo'ak had just discovered how much he loved taking her apart with his fingers. He wanted to eat up every single reaction he could get out of her, hooked on the feeling of her slick running down his skin and the deep purring sounds she'd make if he stroked the most inner walls of her core.
"L-Lo'ak... Lo'ak please... I don't know what's happening..." she sobbed, the coil that had been building in the pit of her stomach was about to snap and it felt so good and so foreign at the same time, y/n didn't know what was about to happen. Lo'ak stilled immediately, afraid he'd been hurting his mate, but then he understood. He didn't know if it was through their bond, or something else, but he just knew. "Just hold on to me, yawne." He asked he to trust him, not faltering his rhythm inside her for a second. "Trust me, I know it's scary, but you're about to feel so good. So, so good... I promise..."
The only thing better than watching his mate come apart was feeling her pleasure radiate through their bond. Lo'ak watched y/n in complete and utter adoration, holding her through the aftermath until her breathing went back to normal. "Lo'ak..."
"What is it, yawne...?"
"Don't make me wait anymore..." Y/n laid herself down on the grass, pulling Lo'ak down to be on top of her. It was so dark now so could perfectly make out all the luminous freckles on his body. He entered her slowly, immediately feeling like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs. Y/n was slick, warm and impossibly tight around him. It took everything he had not to fuck her senseless right then and there.
Y/n on her part wanted Lo'ak to be as close to her as it was physically possible. She wanted his body to completely cover her own, feel his entire weight bare down on her. "I'm right here, y/n..." He reassured her as he began to move, listening to her soft moans. "I see you."
It didn't take long for y/n to start meeting his thrusts, whining that he go faster. "I don't want you to stop, Lo'ak... you can't—" She had never felt so good in her life, and she begged to Eywa that the morning would never come if this was what the rest of their night was going to be like.
"No, 'm not gonna stop, yawne..." Lo'ak quelled her worries with a kiss, and lifted her hips upwards to hold them in place. The new angle made y/n cry out his name, and Lo'ak held her like that, one arm around her middle and his other hand splayed out across her stomach to keep her still as he fucked her in earnest. The nature of that raw act made her cum again, this time without warning as she clamped down on his cock.
Lo'ak wasn't that far behind her either. "Good. That's my good girl..." He praised, reaching out for her hand as she intertwined their fingers together. "Yawne... y/n I'm going to cum now... " He was about to make himself pull away, since they hadn't really discussed that sort of thing, but y/n locked her legs around his waist. "Inside me..." She whined with a shudder, a little overestimated by that point. That was more than enough to tip Lo'ak over the edge. He groaned, fucking his load inside y/n for what felt like an eternity. He'd never come so much and for so long.
Afterwards he found that he couldn't pull away from his mate. Y/n was particularly adamant that he stay inside of her even while they slept, and it didn’t fail to make Lo'ak grin like an idiot. "Can I at least turn as around so you can sleep more comfortably? I promise you, you can have my dick back in a second..."
She hissed at him, dismounting from him herself. "Only you could ruin a romantic moment like that, skxawng..."
Lo'ak hugged her from behind, kissing the bite mark he'd left on her neck. "So I'm back to being a skxawng? You know I liked the things you were calling me before a lot better..." He teased, doing a very poor impression of her moaning, which made y/n give his tail a sharp tug.
He did the same in retaliation and the ended up in one of their usual play-fights, only this time, Lo'ak didn't eventually shy away from her touch. Once they'd both finally worn each other out, Lo'ak wrapped his arms tightly around y/n as she rested on top of him.
"Y/n..." He whispered, wandering if she was still awake. Luckily she was already fast asleep. "Thank you. For choosing me."
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tinymoon-beam · 4 months
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Moony, I'm coming back to your blog nearly everyday because I feel so save and comfortable here.. and especially the past days when I had kind of a bad time..
I'm working a lot on different stuff, just to distract me from thinking.. but I know that's not really good, bc at some time it'll come up everything all at once and I'll break down completely.
Anyway, I had thought a lot about Cumulus and here taking care of others and giving them a lot of comfort because please she's probably such a good cg. Did you write some fics with her already I just didn't found or would you have the motivation to write some Cumulus comfort?
Idk.. love your blog, hope you are okay and have people who give you some really good hugs because they are important <3
I really wish I could give you something back for all your amazing work for us here.
-🔥🪰
Sorry this took me a bit to get to! I'm so glad you feel safe here, firefly! You are always welcome and I always enjoy when you pop into my inbox 🩷
I love cg Cumulus, she's so amazing! Everything about her is just perfect for the role and I adore her.
I went with middle Aurora for this one because the middles need more love!
Cw: Aurora says boys are gross, "girls day" is used (not to be non inclusive of course it's just because it's a day for Rora and Lus), Swiss absolutely has a crush and they are precious
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Aurora stomps down the hall with a pout on her face, her arms crossed over her chest.
She's not happy, not even a little bit! Cumulus spots her when she passes by her room, the little Kandi bracelets she's obsessed with clicking against  each other and announcing her presence.
She pokes her head out the door. "What's got you so pouty, princess?"
Aurora stops and spins to face her. She can't help herself when she sprints back to her, throwing her arms around her and hiding her face in Lus' curls.
Cumulus hugs her, holding her tight until she settles. "Are you alright, honey?"
"Boys are gross!"
Cumulus can't stop the laugh that bubbles up. "Why's that?"
"Mountain took us outside and they were all diggin' in the dirt and Swiss kept findin' worms and wiggling them around!" She shudders and sticks her tongue out. "And I'm pretty sure Dew was chewing on a stick and who knows where that's been and he wasn't even little!"
She tosses her hands in the air, exasperated by the boys and their antics and Cumulus bites back another laugh.
"Well, what do you say we have ourselves a girls day while they roll around in the mud?"
Her big eyes light up and a smile breaks out across her face. "Really?"
"Of course!" Cumulus takes her hand. "Let's go make snacks and then we will set up in my room and we will have the best spa day!"
Aurora bounces and squeals in excitement, clinging tightly to Cumulus' hand. She helps pick out the snacks, lots of fruit and chocolate and Cumulus makes her a fancy drink in a cup she has never even seen before.
It's bubbly when she sips it and she feels special when Lus' bumps their glasses together.
"Cheers to a girls day with my favorite princess!"
Aurora giggles. "Cheers!"
Cumulus carries the tray of snacks and Aurora trails behind her, carefully carrying both drinks making sure they don't splash over the lip of the cups.
Cumulus sets up a spot on the floor with pillows and blankets and scurries off to grab head bands and face masks and her nail polish collection.
Cumulus helps Aurora tie her hair back and let's her pick out a mask, she giggles as they get it settles and she picks one out for Lus.
They chat and giggle and Cumulus smiles when the little ghoulette seems brighter than her earlier cloudy mood. Cumulus paints her fingernails pink with white polka dots and baby blue for her toes and Aurora is delighted when Lus let's her paint hers a bright happy yellow.
"Feeling a little better, princess?"
She chomps on a big fat strawberry, nodding as she does. "Yeah. I love them a bunch but..."
"You don't have to like everything they like. Cirrus loves lizards and slimy toads and I have nothing to do with that, but I love her with my whole heart. She doesn't like this kind of thing, but that's what's great about having a pack because now you and I get to have these special days together."
"Thank you Lus..."
She pokes the tip of her nose with a smile. "You come find me anytime you need some girly time!"
They stay in her room, dancing and singing, sharing secrets and giggling until it's time for dinner. Lus ties Aurora's hair up and adds little butterfly clips before they head down hand in hand.
Swiss is already at the table, his cheek resting against his palm, clearly dropped and clearly bored. He lights up when he sees Aurora, big gold eyes glowing when they land on her.
She takes her spot next to him and watches his hands cautiously. "I hope you washed your hands."
He sticks his tongue out at her. "Duh!"
He pokes one of the clips in her hair to make the wings bounce and she glares at him but her face softens quickly.
"Hey, what's butterfly in Spanish?"
He smiles she scoots closer and Cumulus hides her grin behind her hand as the others start filtering in and setting the table.
"Mariposa."
They chat all through dinner, off in their own little world and Cumulus couldn't keep up with their ever changing conversation even if she tried as hard as she could.
She sees Dew and Rain smirk at eachother when Aurora lays her head on Swiss' shoulder and his cheeks darken just a little bit.
Swiss digs in his pocket and holds his closed hand out to her.
She wrinkles her nose. "It's not a bug is it?"
Mountain laughs across the table but tries to cover it with a cough.
"I don't keep bugs in my pocket, Rora! They'd die!"
He uncurls his fingers and there is a pretty pink stone in the middle of his hand, clean and shiny.
"It's so pretty! Where did you find it?"
He shrugs, cheeks going darker still. "By the lake. Rain showed me where to look. You- it's for you..."
She looks between the stone and his eyes before she takes it from his hand.
"Thank you, Swiss!" She rolls the stone around between her fingers, studying it at every angle. She slips one of her bracelets off and gives it to him, smiling wide when he immediately puts it on, not even complaining once that it's bright pink.
Everyone helps clean up and the little ghoulette says goodnight to everyone before following Cumulus upstairs for the last bit of her special spa day, a long bubble bath with all of Lus' fancy smelly things.
Cumulus gets her out of the bath and dries her hair she gets her dressed in her softest jammies and tucks her in. They read together for a bit before the little ghoulette starts to yawn and Cumulus flicks on her fairy lights.
She sees the little pink stone right on the edge of her bedside table and she smiles.
"Still think boys are gross?"
"Yes." But she smiles she squeezes her teddy bear up to her face to hide it. "But they're nice too..."
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laawlesss · 1 year
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;; Envy of the Empress ..
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— ;; minific monday !! a oneshot (almost) every monday, usually under 5k words.. (..usually..)
>> in which a certain empress is jealous of you.
; words ? ; 2.6k.
; warnings ? ; none.
; genre ? ; fluff/comfort.
; request ? ; yes! ( @nani-nani-nani )
; pairing ? ; monkey d. luffy x reader.
; notes ; really happy w characterization in this fic !! y/n used, they/them pronouns also used. this was fun to write, i think i got luffy pretty okay in this one :3 tysm for the request, i hope u like!! crossposted on ao3 :3
    You had heard tales of the stunning Amazon Lily, an island inhabited by the Kuja tribe, overflowing with majesty. You had even heard tales of the shichibukai who made her home there, the fierce and terrifying Boa Hancock. The rumors said she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and with her standing in front of you, she really was an intimidating kind of ethereal. 
    Her long black hair tumbled down her back, and her figure was a perfect hourglass. Her limbs were long and slender, her pearly skin smooth, and her eyes round and soft. She was the kind of woman who caught the eye of everyone who managed to grace her presence. Now, as she stood ahead of you with all the poise of a goddess, you couldn’t help but to feel subpar. 
    “And… What exactly are you?” Boa sneered, rearing her head back and staring down her nose at you. Her elegant arms were crossed over her large chest, her eyes narrowed at you as you stood alone, waiting for your captain to climb off his ship that docked nearby. You suddenly felt plain in the outfit you wore, although you’d been so happy with it when you had picked it earlier that morning. Her extravagant clothing seemed to outshine yours in every way, with bright colors and expensive fabrics that put you to shame. 
    You were about to open your mouth and retort, before you felt a familiar weight settle over your shoulders. Your captain had leapt off of the Thousand Sunny and made a beeline for your side, a wide grin on his face. “Hiya, Hammock!” Luffy greeted the warlord, his tone bright and playful. Your tense muscles relaxed and you felt your heart soar at the presence of your partner. 
    “Luffy my darling! Oh, it’s so good to see you again my love!” The warlord’s demeanor had switched within an instant, and she held her hands to her face with a bright blush now present on her lovely face. She had an expression of shy bliss, swaying side to side as she fell into her own imagination. You tilted your head slightly in confusion, what was she talking about? Was she crazy, or did she and Luffy actually have something going on that you didn’t know about?
    You shrugged it off, sure that it was nothing. You leaned your head on Luffy’s shoulder, and your captain turned his head slightly to give you a smile. Heart a flutter, you relaxed, any doubts leaving your mind instantly. His fluffy hair tickled your cheek, causing you to giggle softly, and the sound of your glee knocked Hancock out of her stupor. 
    “Who are you, pitiful creature?” She sneered, her face twisted into an expression of envy. Hancock looked disgusted, offended that you had the audacity to stand in the mere vicinity of her love. 
    “They’re my smanibican other!” Luffy cheered, smushing his cheek against yours. You raised a brow and smiled in amusement. He lifted your spirits immensely, his happy-go-lucky and sunshine-y nature ended up being addictive. 
    “Significant, Lu. We still gotta work on that.” You hummed, and Luffy just laughed wildly. He wrapped his arm around yours, all the while Hancock looked as though you just puked on her shoes. She practically snarled at you, her eyes fierce and intimidating. Her massive snake weapon, Salome, had coiled up behind her and was baring her fangs at you, something that had you nervous. 
    Luffy didn’t seem bothered by Hancock or her snake at all, reaching down to hold onto your hand happily. He swung your connected hands, his signature grin on his face. “So where’s the food, Hammock? I’m starving!” Luffy drew the warlord’s gaze, and she melted again in an instant. The bright blush returned to her cheeks and she clasped her hands together with a schoolgirlish giggle. 
    “I’ve prepared only the finest feast for you, my beloved! Meat, fruits, cuisine of all types just for you, Luffy darling~!” She sighed happily, and held her face in her hands. Her long hair swayed behind her in her excitement as she imagined some false scenario in her mind. When your stomach growled, causing Luffy to laugh, she dropped her sweet demeanor again, glaring at you. “You are not welcome, harlot. Only Luffy may dine at my table.” Hancock scoffed, crossing her arms and turning her head away. 
    “Hey, why not?!” Luffy huffed, his brows furrowing and a sharp frown crossing his face. “I dunno what a hutlet is, but Y/N is not one of them!!!” He clutched harder onto your hand, and it took you letting out a sigh and laying your head on his shoulder to get him to calm down. Your captain only quieted his words, his angered expression remained in place. 
    Hancock looked torn, her heart shattered, before she recovered and turned her back to you. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she huffed. “…Very well.” She sent a glance at you, one so full of venom that you couldn’t help but shudder and slide closer to your boyfriend. The rumors that stated that she was as terrifying as she was beautiful were correct in every way. 
    Luffy cheered, letting go of any anger he felt and wrapping his arms and legs around you in a hug. “You hear that? We can both go eat together!” You smiled, and wrapped your arms around him in return. 
    “Yeah, we can. Do you wanna go get the others?” You suggested, looking around for your crewmates. The entirety of the Straw Hat crew had decided to stop on Amazon Lily as they passed through the area, most everyone excited to meet the Kuja warriors. Sanji, of course, was practically losing his mind even before you reached the island, and Usopp seemed genuinely terrified to step foot near Amazon Lily at all. 
    Luffy’s eyes widened, and he shot off with a wild yell, using his arms to swing back towards the ship docked further down the island. You felt a sense of contentment wash over you, watching your captain go so happily. In the meantime, you figured you’d take a stroll around and take in the sights of the beautiful island. 
    The forests were still but not silent in the least, teeming with wildlife that cooed and hummed. You had been told that Amazon Lily never saw a storm due to its location in the Calm Belt, and you figured Nami would get a kick out of the meteorology of the island. All around you vivid colors sprouted, wide leaves of trees and plants soaked up the sun, and brightly colored birds sang a chorus of songs. The island was as beautiful as its empress, filled with an incredible kind of majesty that had you floored. 
    Your hand lightly grazed over the bark of one of the taller trees in the jungle, your thoughts wandering as you wondered if Robin knew any secrets of the island that she’d be willing to share with you. It was perfectly peaceful, and you let yourself get lost in the forest until it was time for the banquet. 
    +++
    The dining room in Hancock’s palace was extravagant, lined with gorgeous fabrics in every hue, glimmering jewels and gems lining every cup and plate. The elegant aroma of delicious food wafted over the long table, and you had to keep a firm grip on Luffy’s arm to prevent him from leaping out of his seat and scarfing down the nearest entree. After fervently insisting that the rest of his nakama be allowed on the island, Zoro, Usopp, Sanji, Chopper, Franky, and Brook were allowed to attend the banquet, although Sanji did get punched and kicked a few times by a few Kuja warriors who he got a bit too close to. 
    You sat on one side of Luffy, while Hancock sat on the other side at the head of the table. Your crewmates were scattered about in the other seats, eager to begin the banquet. Although you sent a grateful smile to Hancock, she returned it with a sharp glare and a sneer, her hands itching to use her devil fruit powers on you. The only thing holding her back was Luffy, braced between you two, and his arm around your shoulders. 
    “Let’s eat! I’m starving!” Luffy whined, practically drooling as he stared at the onslaught of perfectly cooked meals for him and his crew to enjoy. Chopper sat on the other side of you, a few pillows stacked on his seat so that he could reach the table. He cheered in unison with Luffy, and you laughed. The atmosphere with the crew around had lifted, and you felt at home and safe once again. Who cared about what that warlord thought? Just because she was intimidatingly pretty she thought she could ruin your day? Your found family and your boyfriend were secure around you, and you couldn’t have been happier if you tried. 
    Soon you couldn’t hold Luffy back any longer, and he began to scarf down anything within reach. You could only laugh at his wild nature, and did your best to avoid his rampage while you ate. It was a bit of a task, dodging Luffy’s arms as he swiped food from other people, but made sure that you still had enough of the things you wanted to eat. You discreetly slid Chopper some of the fruit from your plate after Luffy had stolen his, only for your beloved captain to take notice and fall into a fit of laughter. 
    Throughout the meal, Hancock glared at you with fire in her eyes. When you took Luffy’s hand and leaned in to place an affectionate kiss on his cheek while he snacked on something, it seemed to be her last straw. She abruptly stood and slammed her hands down on the table, her face twisted into an expression of rage. The silence that fell over the table was the perfect backdrop for her speech. 
    “Get your disgusting mouth off of my betrothed! You don’t even deserve to be in my palace, I allowed you here out of my admiration for my Luffy. Now you dare to disrespect me by kissing my beloved?” Her voice was filled with venom and hatred, her eyes seething as her snake rose up behind her. “You are worth less than dirt, you don’t even deserve my spit.” Hancock hissed, entirely fuming. 
    You could hear Usopp whisper something to Franky, “I thought they were dating? Don’t people who date usually kiss their partners?” Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Franky nod, but you were too taken aback to move. You didn’t realize just how obsessed Hancock was with your captain, and you didn’t know how to respond. 
    “That’s no way to speak to them!” Nami stood up, matching the anger on Hancock’s face. Your heart swelled when you saw your crewmates coming to your defense, even Chopper, as timid as he was, leapt onto the table to agree with the navigator. 
    “Now, now, let’s all settle down—“ Brook said nervously, clasping his bony hands together. His head swiveled around between the irked warlord and the crewmates coming to your defense, and all you could do was shrink in your seat beside Luffy. 
    “You think Luffy would love someone like you? When he could have me?” Hancock spat, her furious gaze never leaving you. “I am better than you in every possible way, worm, you don’t even deserve to be in his presence!” Her voice trailed off into a screech, Zoro giving a short whistle as if to say, ‘damn, this chick is crazy’. Nami was about to say something, before Robin held up a hand, ever the picture of elegance. 
    “How about we let Luffy decide who he likes most?” She spoke with a calm voice, sending you a comforting smile. The entire time, Luffy had been chewing on a piece of meat, his eyes shadowed by his signature straw hat. Your heart started to pound, what if he chose Hancock? She wasn’t halfway wrong when she said that she was better than you, she was a warlord after all. Strong, beautiful, and empress of her own empire. Luffy had every reason to choose her over you. 
    Hancock crossed her arms and a confident grin sparked on her lips. “He’ll choose me, obviously—“ Her words trailed off as she watched Luffy yank his hat off of his head and drop it onto yours. WIthout a word, he swallowed his food and planted a kiss on your cheek, his arm firmly around your waist. When he looked up, he had danger in his eyes, returning Hancock’s glare with one of his own. It was obvious what his choice was. 
    “Quit talking about them like that.” His tone was slow but menacing, his eyes wide as he stared the warlord down. She was taken aback, a slight gasp leaving her. Relief washed over you, and you leaned into Luffy’s side, smiling softly to yourself. Was it bad that you felt proud? Either way, you had won over the pirate empress. 
    Luffy wrapped his arm around your waist, and tugged you closer, never once breaking his stare down with Hancock. The rest of the crew felt the dangerous aura that their captain gave off and tensed as though they were about to witness a fight. Chopper clung to your other arm, and Usopp hid behind Franky. 
    Without another word, Luffy stood up, pulling you with him. The rest of the crew followed suit, following behind him as he stomped back to the ship. You felt a little embarrassed, because of your actions the banquet was apparently canceled, and though you felt a strong disinclination towards Hancock, it twisted your heart to see her on the verge of tears as Luffy left her behind. 
    The crew didn’t seem to mind, Nami was raving about what a psycho the warlord was while Robin sent you a conspiratorial wink. Usopp was claiming that he could’ve beaten her if they went head to head, Zoro didn’t seem to care, and Sanji was lighting up a brand new cigarette. Everyone seemed nonchalant, but it had made you feel so cared for when they stood up for you. 
    Everyone seemed to be back to normal when you boarded the Thousand Sunny again, except Luffy. He still seemed to be carrying something, and you turned to him to ask him what was wrong. 
    “I didn’t like how she was talkin’ about you. You’re not a worm, you’re strong! That’s why you’re a part of my crew!” He looked to you and sent you a big grin, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you flush to his side. You still wore his hat, and he gently flicked the brim upwards so that he could see your eyes. His boyish expression sent a shock through you that had your head spinning. “And you’re my sanipigcant other! Of course I’m gonna pick you!” He pressed his cheek against yours, before giving you an affectionate kiss on your forehead. 
    You fought back a blush as you smiled, leaning into him as your found family made small talk around you. “Significant, Luffy.” You corrected him softly, to which he just laughed. You placed his hat back onto his head and his grin widened, looking at you like you were his whole world. 
    As the crew began to ship out from Amazon Lily after their very short excursion, you didn’t stray much from Luffy’s side, and he eventually pulled you up to sit on the lion figurehead with him as night fell. Your heart swelled with love for your captain and partner, and your affections only grew every time he sent you his excitable grin. Pressing a kiss to his nose that made him giggle, the two of you spent the evening watching the stars fade into view. 
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lazuliquetzal · 7 months
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Fic Stats Game
Ohoho thank you @tavina-writes for the tag!! Pretty sure this is gonna be the same 3 fics over and over but we'll see :)
rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.
1) Most Hits
It's AA Batteries (Daiya no Ace). I know this without even looking, it's AAB 100% and by... not a significant, but a decent lead. That thing breached containment. I'm glad that it did, because I had fun writing it, but it always surprises me because sports anime twin OC fic? Really?
But I'm glad it's my most popular fic, even if I don't consider it my best, because even if it's a canon rewrite, I finished a 100K+ fic and I am proud. I'm literally never over it, I could talk about it all day.
Like, I usually don't ship things very strongly, but Misawa is insane to me. Also, do you know how embarrassing it is to relate to Miyuki Kazuya? And not even in a 'generic repressed character' way, I'm talking in a Hey I Literally Was In His Shoes And Made The Same Exact Fucking Mistakes And Decisions way. Nobody gets Miyuki Kazuya like I do. I'm fucking Miyuki kin. I didn't ask for this. I didn't--
2) Second Most Kudos
This one is also AAB, so I'll go with first place: Reflection (The Magnus Archives). A classic. A nice and simple time travel fix-it comedy.
I remember the writing of this one because I had been utterly obsessed with TMA. It would not let me go. I drafted the early chapters on my phone while walking across my college campus. I almost got ran over by a bike when I was writing the "Martin witnesses Jon have a mild breakdown in the break room" scene.
3) Third Most Comments
Dawn of the Fourth (Linked Universe). The LU fandom is super giving with their comments! Probably the most comment-friendly fandom I've been in.
I think it also helped that DotF is one of those stories where every chapter is a punch to the throat lol. If you didn't comment after ch7, it's probably because you zoomed through haha.
4) Fourth Most Bookmarks
It's DotF again, so I'll go with third place: ain't no rest for the wicked (Naruto).
Ah, this one... I'm fond of it, in the way I'm fond of all my writing, but also I was in high school. There's a lot about it that I would do differently now. But I learned a lot from writing it, and actually Chie, Issei, and Riku are still my children and I love them all. I'm proud of the color test. :)
5) Fewest Words
If you ignore the Zelda comic and the CSS formatting test and the anonymous April Fool's fic that I will not be claiming ownership of publicly, my shortest fic is Blackout Blues (Daiya no Ace) at 1101 words. If you subscribe to the belief that a picture is worth a thousand words, then that bumps the word count up to 4101 words.
I should draw more art for my fanfic. I have the power. It's fun.
tagging (if you want!): @yellowocaballero @xxsolar-writesxx @ellie-tarts @zarvasace @dottie-wan-kenobi and anyone else who wants to!
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misslalas · 1 year
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“Just Lu’s?”
Pairing: Lupe García x Reader                                                       
Summary: Lupe, worried shitless, tends to your wounds after accidentally throwing a ball to your face. Spoiler; she makes it up to you with a kiss. Good old fashioned Hurt/Comfort.
Word count: 2.9K
A/N: It’s been so long since I’ve posted my first fic on here and some people liked it!!! I thank and kiss on the head all 100 of you<3 I’m back with another one so comments and constructive criticism are very appreciated:)! I hope reading this provides you with as much comfort as writing it did for me. 
You don’t know what hit you. Quite literally. 
Unsteady, you trip and drop butt first on the hard concrete. A ball straight to the face knocks you off your feet.
You’re not very quick to think of the consequences, and so you instinctively bend your elbows to ease your fall. 
Effective. Though, not by much.  
Does it soften the impact of the fall? Maybe. Is your back spared an injury? Most likely.
But cement is merciless when it’s hit with force, nonetheless.
You try to get up but you feel heavy, giving in to your own bodyweight eventually and Lupe is immediately at your side.
Still processing what had just happened, your fingers reach to the centre of your face in an attempt to soothe the pain that shot up in the middle of your injured nose.
Blood? Huh.
The pitched ball, however soft, catches you by surprise, causing you to lose your balance and still manages to pop some blood vessels in your nostrils.
~~~
You rue the day you decided to get anywhere near a ball. 
You have watched Lupe for a while now from your balcony. Actually, you have made a habit out of it.
Every now and again you’d hear grunting and a few ‘fucks’ here and there, and every time you’d rush to your balcony and watch as Lupe threw ball after ball.
 She pitches with an impressive force. You don’t know much about baseball but you could see, her form emits confidence, the determined look on her face seems everlasting. 
You are infatuated with the Peach to say the least, it doesn’t help that she’s easy on the eyes too. You do stare. It is all but inevitable, really. 
Until, you were caught one time a month or so ago— “You’re going to hide up there forever?” She’d barked. 
“Oh, I— I was just,” you’d stumbled on your words then, being caught like that.
It was humiliating. 
“I don’t mind an audience. Just don’t be a creep.” She had told you, turned her attention back to her practice and paid you no mind.
You remember feeling a tiny bit very insulted when she waved you off. But you preserved, having other plans in mind.
You had decided that that was not going to be the last Lupe will be seeing of you. And like any sane person you were going to jump at the first opportunity to initiate contact. 
“Can you teach me?” you’d blurted out with utmost enthusiasm, surprising yourself and her at the time.
She turned to you again, looked you up and down, eyebrows raised “seriously?”
Seriously.
Lupe was feeling particularly bored that day, and frankly she was kind of over having to keep stealing glances at you all the way down from her backyard. She wanted you closer. 
“You better not waste my time.”
“Yes!” You’d cheered, jumping on your balcony’s railing nearly toppling over from excitement.
Plan in motion. 
~~~
Your graceful fall leaves you uncomfortable in all sorts of ways.
Lupe is a nervous wreck. “God, I’m so sorry.”
You look up at her, confused. She looks like she’s just accidently stepped on a little puppy's tail. You blink. 
She hovers over you, face so close you can see the panic in her eyes. “Are you okay?” Her voice sounds brittle.  
Silence.
She cups your face with both hands and slightly raises her voice as though she was calling you back from the dead, “speak, Christ’s sake!” Lupe was damn near losing it, she shouldn’t be this tense, she’s witnessed and been the perpetuator of this type of incident countless times before, during games, during practice.
But this time it was different. It was you. 
“Hey I’m not dead. That okay with you?” you groan trying to sit up straight once more.
Lupe sighs. If you’re making sick jokes moments after being hit with a leather ball to the face then your injuries can’t be that bad.
(She hopes). 
You look at your fingers, they’re dripping, on your lap, the floor, on your favourite baseball shirt Lupe had ‘lent’ you a couple of weeks ago. It’s all covered in red now.
“Am I bleeding?”
You start to freak out and Lupe is a little relieved that you’re finally making sense of your surroundings. She manages to regain whatever little composure she could, embarrassed at her little emotional outburst a minute ago. 
“Looks like it. Let’s get you inside, alright?” Lupe helps you up, one hand– her hand, on your lower back. The soft touch makes you scream internally.
The other hand holds your arm. The touch sends you screaming, literally. 
You cry out. The clumsy drop left you with many cuts and scratches of every colour and Lupe had just flared one up when her hand came in contact with your arm. 
“What is it?” she knits her brows, voice inquiring with sincere concern.
“I think I scraped my elbow” you rotate your arm to take a better look at the cut. 
“Lemme see.” She slowly traces her fingers around your cuts and your eyes are fixed on the movement. The new contact of Lupe’s skin on yours makes you feel dizzy. 
You swallow, eyes still locked on Lupe’s pretty fingers moving along your arm, the pain forgotten for a split second. 
And Lupe’s mind is racing anew, going off speed limit. Her stomach sinks, the guilt is eating at her. 
She’s always made sure her pitches were as soft as possible, she always wants you to be able to catch the ball. 
Nothing matches the proud smile you flash at her whenever you catch one of her throws. And when you get a little too excited and you jump, your hair jumps with you. Your skirt does too. Lupe lives for it. 
Was she thrown off her game? Distracted ? She’s not entirely sure what happened but she knows she hurt you and it feels like hell. 
“It’s not—” Lupe begins, stopping mid sentence when she notices the distraught look on your face. “Doesn’t look that bad.” She notes inspecting the ‘wound’.
You relax a bit, physically deflating.
Lupe is not so calm. There is a slight tremble to her moving hands, they shake just so. You can feel it as she holds your own. She’s picking at her lower lip, biting hard enough for blood to converge around the pressure added by her grinding teeth.
She is distressed, and can't stand the fact that you’re in pain. “I can bandage it for you. I have to deal with Jess’ every night after practice,” she rushes, and gives you a reassuring smile, simmering down herself.
~~~
You remember Jess, two weeks ago she had greeted you right as she was walking out the backdoor of the Peaches’ house. 
“It’s batting day.” Lupe had told you that day. She was going to teach you how to swing a bat. She’d wasted no time coming behind you the second you held your bat, to “correct your stance” you recall her instructions. 
Her arms wrapped entirely around your upper body, her hands holding your hands gripping the bat, “you’re tense.” No shit.
“Relax your shoulders.” Lupe had ordered, one hand moving to squeeze your bicep hoping it will provide you with some comfort.
No comfort was provided. 
There is no relaxing when Lupe is breathing down your neck, literally, her lips mere millimetres away from yours. 'Relax–' you could hear the smugness in her voice, you don’t see the smirk but you know it’s there and you want to slap kiss it off her face at the audacious request. 
“Hey Lu. Miss.” Jess tipped off her cap. Ever the gentleman. 
“Oh, hi. Hello” you were startled by the new presence and quickly moved to untangle yourself from your instructor. 
Lupe immediately takes offence, folds her arms frowning at the unwanted intrusion, unappreciative of the sudden lack of proximity between the two of you.
“You must be Rockford’s newest Peach” Jess joked.
You laughed abashedly toying with your bat. 
“Just Lu’s then?” She casually threw, raising her eyebrows at you.
Hm? 
She’d winked at Lupe and got a ball thrown at her from the very flustered Striker as a result.
Just Lu’s. Whatever that means. You like the sound of it, you thought. Lupe not so much though, you recall.
~~~
Lupe helps you inside the house. All tender and bloodied, you cling to her arm. 
She leads you into the kitchen and ushers you to the sink.
Lupe fetches a clean tea towel from the kitchen cupboard and wets it by the opened tap.
You watch her every move, a force of habit.
“It’s fine. I can do it myself” you move forward to grab the towel out of Lupe’s grip. 
Resting one elbow on the countertop, Lupe pulls her busy hand away from you. “Uh-uh,” she waves a finger at you. “Let me. Please.” She moves closer, “I’ll take good care of you.”
“You don’t have to,” you protest quietly, embarrassed at the situation you led yourself into. But (not so) secretly hope that Lupe would follow through with her offer regardless. 
“Already told ya I’m good at this, your pretty face is in good hands.”
What a gloat.
“Alright, but only because you insist,” you speak softly, cheeks hot, you roll your eyes at her.
Lupe smirked, victory is hers. “Look at you being shy.”
She’s easing up. Lupe holds the piece of cloth to your face and it is all that separates you from her.
She cleans your bloodied nose so gently you close your eyes enjoying the sensation.
“Don’t die on me soldier,” she commands. 
“Hmmm this soldier doesn’t think she can keep up, Doc,” you say, eyes still closed. 
Lupe can’t help but pause her action, two fingers tilting your chin up, she stares.
God she is so into you.
She immediately stops herself in the act realising what she’s doing, she takes a step back, shaking her head as though it would shrug off the mushiness that washed all over her with your handsome face between her fingers.
“Why don’t you take a seat while I get some alcohol for your cuts.” 
She pulls out your chair for you and you sit, anticipating Lupe’s return as soon as she leaves the room.
Moments later Lupe comes back with the promised sanitising equipment. “Ready?” she asks, holding booze in one hand and a piece of cloth in the other.
You gulp.
You wrap both feet around the chair legs at the sight of the bottle, the anticipation of the stinging sensation makes you freeze in fear, you know exactly what awaits you.
Lupe seizes the chance and moves to stand in the empty space between your parted thighs, pulls the cork out of the bottle with her teeth and pours the liquid onto the cloth. 
“Gimme your hand.”
You comply, content with the renewed touch. Not for long though.
You wince the second the alcohol-drenched cloth comes in contact with your scraped arm, closing your eyes shut as though it will make the pain disappear.
“Ow, ow, ow, take it off, take it off,” you start whining.
 “You’re such a princess, you know that.” Lupe mocks you, and removes the cloth at your demand.
“Yeah well, an injured one too,” you defend yourself, rubbing around your cut to cool off the burning from the alcohol. 
“It’s not even that bad,” she teases.
“This could have been a lot worse. I could have died!”
Lupe side-eyes you as she puts the bottle away and scoffs, shaking her head at the overstatement.
“Whatever you say, princess.” 
“Hey! Don’t pretend like you weren’t about to faint out there.”
Lupe averts her eyes, still holding your arm, peevish at the accusation. She releases a deep sigh, and shifts her attention back to your injury, deciding to ignore the fun you were poking at her expense.
She was definitely busted.
“That’s right, I saw that,” you hit a nerve, you can tell that she’s embarrassed. “You were worried about me,” you beam proudly. 
“Well, how about you stay quiet,” she tightens the gauze around your arm, “and let me finish fixing you up.” She orders. 
“You’re mean,” you complain, fishing for consolation from Lupe.
She stops, raises her hands in front of her face, “Unless you want me t–”
“Fine.” You cut her off, a hint of defeat in your voice, you obey all the same. 
“There’s a good girl.” She looks you directly in the eye, all while she resumes her work on you.
Who’s about to faint now.
~~~
Fact; you scared the living shit out of her. 
Also fact; she was not about to let you know. She will not let you have it. You’ll never let her live it down. Lupe was not about to give you this kind of satisfaction. Other kinds she dreams about, yes but not this.
“Better?” she asks, tying the gauze into a perfect little bow. “Made it cute for you,” she admires her handiwork.
“Not really,” you bat your lashes at Lupe and give her a big pout, “still hurts.” You enjoy her undivided attention. You want more.
“Want me to kiss it better, your royal highness?” She offers sarcastically, brushing her thumb along your inner arm.
“Stooooooop calling me that” you half laugh half whine looking up at Lupe from your chair.
“You make it so easy.” she laughs, looking down at you, delicately holding your arm still.
“I do not!” you protest, fists clenched to your sides and feet ready to stomp. She’s so got you. The playful back and forth is driving you crazy, Lupe is driving you crazy, you look for something to fiddle with. You find yourself putting one finger through the loop of her jeans, unintentionally pulling her slightly closer. 
Lupe is pleasantly surprised by your move, she grins at you tucking a hair behind your ear, the tips of her fingers lingering on your neck.
It gets you excited. Your head tips to the side leaning into her touch, “You’re beautiful,” you mumble gazing up at her adoringly.
She chuckles, thumb still drawing circles behind your ear, “And you’re loopy from the hit.”
You hum smiling. You look so kissable Lupe thinks, but she doesn’t dare.
You think she looks so kissable. But your chair is too comfortable. You have to get creative. Get her down to kiss you with minimal effort. 
You remove her hand from your neck and lock your fingers between hers. You drop your other hand from her jeans and you hold her free one. Lupe squeezes your fingers approving of the gesture. You pull her closer by the hands, resting your chin on her stomach, you hold her gaze.
“Kiss me?” You ask innocently.
Lupe is warm all over. She likes your confidence. You’re not sure where you’d garnered that. Maybe you are a little loopy after all.
She gives you the sweetest smile, the bottoms of her teeth slightly poking out, you peel into giddy laughter and kiss the middle of her abdomen over her plaid shirt . She is breathless from the act. 
Lupe lowers herself to your level, supporting herself with one hand on the back of your chair, the other caresses your face.
“Sorry about this,” she mumbles, the pad of her thumb brushing the tip of your nose. 
You refuse to indulge. “M’no.” You shake your head, eyes fleeting shut. Lupe ducks a little, her lips barely touching yours. She lingers with her mouth open. 
She pulls away and you open your eyes, quickly squirming up in your chair chasing Lupe’s mouth. You pull her down by the pockets and catch her into an impatient, messy kiss.
You pull away and she rests her forehead on yours, her thumbs brushing the baby hairs on the sides of your face.
“Feel any better?”
You don’t answer, but your shaky release of a breath is a dead giveaway.
“That was pretty nice,” she whispers to a still-closed-eyed you.
Nice.
Nice is an understatement of course. She could totally live off of your kisses alone for the rest of her life, Lupe thinks.
“Anything else, princesa?” she offers slyly. She wants it just as much as you need it.
“More…” 
Lupe complies, her kisses tentative and gentle, and you lose your fingers in her hair. 
Safe to say that there was a lot of making up and out that night.
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“How come you didn’t see the ball?” Lupe asks, tangled up in her sheets with you, pausing the trail of kisses she was leaving down your chest. 
“Mmhmm, let’s not fuss over the details.” You pull her face up to you and kiss her again with even more fervour, averting the subject alltogether.
Truth is, you got a little bored between catching and missing half the balls Lupe was pitching your way.
Amidst the boredom you decided to make your own rules, Lupe was going to catch your balls now.
You quickly grabbed a ball off the ground and threw it towards her, Lupe immediately raised her hand jumping a little to catch your stray ball. Her shirt raised a smidgeon above her waist revealing her lower torso, and you caught a glimpse of her belly.
You ate it up no doubt. Distracted, you caught a ball to the face as well.
You’re a lousy trainee. Lupe doesn’t mind, at the end of that day she got to kiss you, amongst other things.
You’re a lousy trainee. Lupe doesn’t mind, at the end of that day she got to kiss you, amongst other things. 
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thepetesimp · 9 months
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Fanfic recommendations about Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham
- Just some of my favorite fics that center around his character, with or without VP elements - Hello people! I've done the same post on Twitter a while back but it needs to be in here as well, where I can actually tag the people responsible for giving me so many feelings about my son (+ no word limit so I can show my appreciation properly). I love all of you, you're the best ❤️
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Deep Dive by @ameliarating I need to start this off with my favorite Pete fic of all time. Zaatar's writing brings so much emotion out of me. It felt like I was slowly suffocating underwater, a sense of claustrophobia consuming me, making my chest feel tight. The mix of good and bad memories Pete has about the safehouse is impeccably utilized in this fic, instances when he wanted the rope, when he didn't, when he wanted to hide etc. He feels conflicted and it's so obvious in its subtlety here, in a good way. Even thinking about it now makes me want to cry, truly an incredible fic. I would also suggest you read Civil Hands by them as well, a fantastic character study about Pete and his relationship with violence.
drank every scar by @Lirelyn Oh my lord, this fic destroyed me. There's been only a small amount of instances in which every sentence of a fic made me gasp and need a minute to gather my thoughts and this is one of them. I can't believe how accurately they portrayed Pete here. His total disregard for his own well being, his reluctance to open up to Vegas about his injury, his total lack of self worth. It made me go feral and it's only (almost) 3k words. So much impact, so much characterization, such spectacular work. As a Pete fan, thank you immensely for this, I keep coming back to it a lot.
won't give up these ghosts by @fleet-off This fic blew me away when I first read it. What might sound like a silly, grim idea at first glance actually managed to capture the core aspects of Pete's character and how they bounce off of Vegas' character, showcasing their relationship post canon in a way that felt so real and so them. His need to shut off and be invisible to the world expressed through this weird habit of his captured my attention and never let it go, which was only possible because of fleet's spectacular writing. Go read all of her fics, she's a gifted writer and the VP fandom becomes richer every time she posts.
Once You Are Real by @veliseraptor Oh God, this fic lives rent free in my mind. The "Pete got forgotten" storyline has so much potential post canon and Lise's way of dealing with it blew me away. It was explored wonderfully and Pete's feelings came through so beautifully, it stuck with me after finishing it. It's a concept that's difficult to portray well, keeping characters as close to canon behavior as possible, but Lise managed to pull through and bring us this fantastic fic. I would suggest checking out the rest of their fics, they're a very talented writer.
splinter by @lu-sn Here comes lusn with her mission to cause me emotional damage with every fic she writes. She usually does so with her Macau centric fics, making me an even bigger fan of the cute, little gremlin than I already was, but in this list, I want to talk about splinter and how it devastated me. The relationship between Pete and Chan has captivated me and the way it was showcased here made me gasp by the end of it. It's nice to read fics with a little more realistic approach to Pete's situation once he returned to the main family from the safehouse and Lusn nailed it! Read all of her fics immediately, she's great!
It's There for the Asking by @minorfamilysupremacy I simply cannot express how much this fic touched me. While reading it, I kept picturing Pete from ep 9 and his bubbly, drunk self; Ellie captured that image perfectly in her fic. So many emotions packed in 1.5k words, I don't know how she did it but she gets Pete's character so much and she portrays him so well. His conversation with Vegas was one of the best I've ever read in any VP fic, in regards to being centered around him. I can't thank her enough for this gift. Check out the rest of her fics, each and every one of them is phenomenal.
Winning and Losing by @thelastperformer OMG, pls go read this fic immediately, I don't know why it's so underrated. The concept, Pete's characterization, the other characters, the narrative choices, the writing, all of it is so so good and deserves to be experienced, especially from Pete fans. Pete shines brilliantly here, his violent side, his efficiency, his love and concern for those he loves. I enjoyed the hell out of it and you should definitely give it a chance.
I Ain't Done by @kuipereris This fic punched me multiple times in the face and I said thanks. It isn't for everyone - as it has a MCD - but for those who can stomach it, the concept and how it's executed brought so much emotion out of me (surprisingly, I didn't cry but I felt everything to my core). We see how Pete struggles post safehouse and the choices he made, trying to navigate this new reality he lives in and it's just so effective in its narrative. I hadn't seen Pete's feelings being explored in this way before and I immensely appreciated it. Go check out the rest of their fics, they're angsty af and delicious.
words spilling out like sand by @loveable-sea-lemon VegasPete and poetry?? From Pete's POV?? HELL YES! I keep coming back to it from time to time, the poems are so mesmerizing and pack so much emotion into them. I really liked how Pete's feelings about Vegas were explored in this form, it's very unique. Check out the other poem as well from the poems for pete <;3 series, it's emotional and a very good read.
'cause your hands and lips still know their way around by @waitforthestars This was one of the first fics I read I believe, when I had first joined the VP fandom. I really like it and it holds a fond place of nostalgia in my heart now, even though it's been a couple of months since I read it. The thoughts Pete has here flow like blood, messy and jumbled like his mind. I loved the writing style, it felt like it fit with Pete's mental state once he escaped from the safehouse. Good job!
Of course, I'm sure there are more amazing Pete centric fics out there that I could very well not have discovered or not mentioned in this post. I just wanted to gather some of my favorites so that I can share the love for them with the rest of you. Pls pls pls, if you know of more Pete centric fics and want to talk about them, share them. I can't get enough of my boy, I'll appreciate it to no end. Thank you ❤️
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vyther16 · 3 months
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wip wednesday!
it's been a while since i've done one of these, but i have been churning out ideas for A Journey to Love fic nonstop since before the show ended (as @myhamartiaishubris can attest)
this snippet was written around like, eps 25-28-ish. (basically before everyone started dying). it was going to be the start to a Yu Shisan-centric time-travel fixit, but then the show finished and it made this whole thing irrelevant.
Basically, AU where the second prince isn't a dipshit, An Di isn't as terrible, and there's no real issues with getting our of the Wu capital.
CW for major character death under the cut
Yu Shisan does not die in a dramatic blaze of glory, nor does he die to protect a beautiful and virtuous young lady. He dies halfway home from the An kingdom when a stray arrow from a bandit hits him in the lung. Ning Yuanzhou makes a truly animalistic sound, and Ren Ruyi and Sun Lang both viciously fight off any bandits who come near him and Lao Qian. Lao Qian looks stoic as ever, hands perfectly steady as he tries to bandage the wound. Shisan already knows it's no use, but Lao Qian's eyes flash beautifully when he tries to say that. "Ah, Lao Qian," he tries, "You shouldn't worry; you'll get wrinkles, and then where would your good looks go." "I'm not one of your ladies, brought to my knees with pretty words and fluttered eyelashes," Lao Qian snaps, stripping Shisan of his armor to better reach his wound. Oh, Shisan thinks. "I know that," he says aloud. He intends to keep talking, but instead he coughs, sending blood splattering over Qian Zhao’s robes. Qian Zhao’s lips purse, but he doesn’t pause in his ministrations. Yuan Lu has come to kneel by his side, hands shaking as he reaches for Shisan’s hand. “You can’t die,” Yuan Lu says, voice choked with tears. “Yang Ying will be so upset if you die.” “I didn’t mean to,” Shisan says, and coughs again.  “Stop talking,” Lao Qian snaps. “You’re aggravating it.” Shisan chokes on a laugh. “Ah, Lao Qian,” he says, ignoring the way his whole body lights up in a flare of pain. “I must maintain my image.” “You can’t do that if you’re dead,” Ning Yuanzhou says. Shisan didn’t realize he’d knelt down next to him. That must mean the bandits are gone. He says as much, or at least he tries to, breaking off into another blood-soaked cough. He thinks everyone else has gathered around him, like they did that time Ning Yuanzhou was dying after the fight to protect Beauty’s dumb disciple. Someone moves his head, and then he’s looking up into Beauty’s worried eyes. He can die happily if he’s looking at a beautiful woman, Shisan decides, but then she lets go of his face, letting it loll back to look at Qian Zhao. There are more hands on his chest, and then a tear slips down Qian Zhao’s face. “That’s not right,” Shisan tries to say, attempting to reach up to wipe away Lao Qian’s tears, but he can’t do either. It’s getting harder to keep his eyes open. He hears a desperate conversation happening above him, multiple voices overlapping, but he can’t focus on it. Instead he keeps his eyes on Lao Qian’s face and the tears tracing down his cheeks until he can’t force them open any longer. Yu Shisan dies surrounded by his brothers, barely half a li from his own country.
so i wrote this before everyone died and had to scrap it, but rest assured that the au is still being written (alongside @myhamartiaishubris who is writing all the parts i can't, namely the flirting)
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forlorn-crows · 4 months
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Ghoulette mischaracterizing...
I'm sure a lot of people will tell you it's mommy-coding Cumulus, which tbh it probably is. (see also: Aether. boy likes to be held too ya know?) But I've seen a lot of people actively pushing against that recently which makes me very happy.
So instead I raise you Confident-Boss-Bitch Cirrus. We've all seen her hyping the crowd behind the keyboard risers like a soccer mom on match day, she OWNS the stage with the keytar solo, and she's pretty much a universal dom in fics.
But, what if she's not the on-stage persona? (We all hc Dew as something other than just angry right?) What if she's actually hiding a deep feeling of needing to hold the pack together and appear in control all the time because of the turbulence around when she first joined the pack? I get strong eldest-daughter vibes.
I hc that she has a soft and vulnerable side the congregation doesn't see, even her pack don't know the full extent of it, only Cumulus does really since they were summoned together. She has insecurities too, just more hidden.
Here is where I tell every fic writer who ever put any time into making the ghoulettes more 3D that I love them will all my heart (your cirrus/mist fic was *chefs kiss* btw!) 🖤
Hope you're work day goes well!
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i think y'all hit the nail on the head. honestly speaking i think cirrus is one of the least dynamically written characters in this fandom. 90% of the time she's the mean femme-dom. nothing more. like? thats boring! i like what you've all said about the reason she might put up a stern or stoic front.
but! also! what sage mentioned. while i think she takes performing seriously, she isnt serious in appearance, if that makes sense. she is having fun, jumping around, doing little hand gestures, and bein fuckin sexayyyy on that keytar. she's having fun with it all, performing just like the rest of them. i'll see clips of her and just scream LOOK AT HER GOOO.
and yes, how does that differ from her off-stage personality? i still think she's on the stoic side, like dew. but she isnt, like, apathetic. she's silly, she laughs, she teases, she pines, she fails, she cries. she. fUCKING. BOTTOMS Y'ALL. come on. you can't tell me swiss doesnt run her into the fucking ground sometimes. you cant tell me that lus doesnt absolutely pamper her and eat her out as long as she wants. you cant tell me that dew doesnt take it slow with her, hold her close and warm and let her relax for once.
i would really like to see us dig into her more. what is she really like outside the bedroom, outside of her relationship with cumulus? bc, lets face it, lots of us like to write them as a unit. while they're fucking in love, obviously, i mean come on, cirrus is a person aside from her bond w/lus. what is she like with the others? hell, what is she like when she's alone?
its why i wrote her the way i did in Been Long Enough. i wanna see her stutter, see her 'meet her match' so to say. bc i still think cirrus is very clever, smart. she can still like that dom role every once in a while (again, remember a little dash of these things are fine). but i think she gets tired of it too. she wants to be taken care of, wants to just totally have that control slip out from under her. maybe thats something about her, an anxiety like those of you mentioned that creates a front that isnt really her.
i wanna pick her apart more. @askingforthesun always helps me see the light about her haha. they are very passionate about cirrus and rightfully so, and i always love what they have to say about her.
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