#i’m tired so i could have phrased this way better but here you go | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ceridescent · 2 years

Text

mommy’s got you — m., wanda

wanda maximoff! x female!reader

summary: wanda helps you de-stress.

tags: smut and fluff

warning/s: dom/sub dynamics, md/lg, mommy kink, praise, vaginal fingering, breast play, slapping, dumbification, & aftercare.

word count: 1, 727

author’s note: dedicating this to all the stressed, drained, and burnt out college girlies! 🫡 go get them degree lovelies 😝

18+ only. men and minors DNI.

masterlist | navigation

“mommy’s going in now, sweetheart,” wanda’s velvety voice rings in your ears as she pushes her middle finger in slowly, sloshing their way into your hole. a deep breath you exhaled, closing your eyes, relishing the feeling of her slender fingers and the crisp of them. “is this okay, moya lyubov?”

you hum, unable to speak, your mind cloudy, the words and phrases dying out. “just relax, okay? i’m here,” wanda reassures whilst she rubs her thumb against your clitoris, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from your drying throat. you bob your head in understanding, giving her full permission.

“midterms sucked ass, huh? my poor little thing,” she cooes, “you’re so exhausted. your body was so stiff and tense when i gave you a massage!” your mommy squeezes your inner thigh for emphasis, coming off slick and wet with your juices. “but they’re placid now,” she licks her lips, “so thick and flowy, my baby.”

wanda had been teasing you since dinner time, coming home to the smell of the classic french bouillabaisse you had been wanting to make for a while. distorted and exhausted from the last hour of your midterms, your girlfriend made sure to congratulate you and pamper you for being a committed college student. wanda provided you everything, from the dining utensils to spoiling you with her undivided attention.

placing her hand on your thigh, playing with the hem of your skirt, whilst asking about the taste of her cooking. she never once mentioned about your studies, aware that it’ll worry you more. when wanda came back to hand you the dessert, she watched intently as you licked and sucked the ice cream clear off the spoon, squeezing your inner thighs and massaging them, her patience running thin.

when you fought hard (weakly due to being drained) to deal with the dirty dishes, she let you, but not without accidentally (purposely) brushing her hands against your bum, which you believe it was, until wanda pressed herself against you, humping your clothed back.

“‘m so tired, mommy,” you slur, her words floating inside your clouding brain. your dozing eyes slowly flutters close, heavy lidded eyes begging you to shut down. but wanda, your darling woman, has to release the stress corrupting your body before anything else follows. it will make you feel better, relaxed, somnolent. she leaves a chaste kiss on your flushed cheeks, sighing in content and concern.

“i know, my little one. mommy knows you’re so tired by working so hard, my good girl,” she hums, gliding her hand along the plane of your stomach, electrifying your skin. “hence the fancy homemade dinner, the yummy dessert you enjoyed, and now this,” wanda’s voice turns muffled as she peppers your tummy with kisses, making them wet and warm as much as possible. “so just lie back, get comfy. let mommy think for you.”

“t-thank you mommy,” you yawn and blink back tears, whimpering as wanda twists your right nipple, observing your reaction like she’s doing an experiment. “one day,” she starts slowly, as if softening a surprise, “mommy will make your nipples come,”

you shiver, your legs shaking at the thought of your mommy playing with your tits, grabbing her hair or her back to ground yourself. “mommy’s going to have so much fun drinking your milk, baby,”

whining, you could only nod your head, small moans coming out of your opened mouth.

“but for now, my baby has to lay back and rest, take mommy’s fingers.”

your girlfriend latches her lips onto yours, moving her tongue against yours in a slow tango. she drinks all your moans and whimpers, pressing you onto the mattress, her fingers penetrating slow as a snail. you can’t complain about it, falling into the abyss, falling into her. your brain clouds all your remaining thoughts but her.

wanda is the only one that keeps you in the present moment, holding you down.

when she pulls away, she’s grinning down at you while biting her lips, nothing but adoration in her eyes. she smacks her lips against your cheeks to interrupt you from dozing, your eyes fluttering close like a butterfly’s wings. it helps a bit, you know, along with her fingers spreading your sopping hole, stretching you out in pleasure.

“feeling much better, my honeybunch?”

you giggle, shaking your head, mewling a little “no.” “no what?” wanda retorts teasingly, lightly slapping your thigh, “is mommy not making you feel better?” halting the motion of her fingers.

“no, mommy, please mommy,” you whine, shaking your head, barely able to lift your hips upwards no matter how strenuous your efforts were. “‘m not honeybunch,”

“what are you then?” wanda huffs, resuming, fastening her pace. “ah!” you scream and fling your hands to hold onto wanda’s wrist, whimpering multiple “mommy”’s. she asks you again, almost breathless. “what are you, huh?”

“‘m mommy’s princess…” you cry, meeting wanda’s fingers as she supports your lower back, pressing them upwards so you can feel her fingers plunging into you deeper.

“mommy’s princess you say…” wanda chuckles, trailing off, her gaze sharpening at the perspiration that falls down the dip in the middle of your stomach. this time she nibbles against your skin, looking up at your pleasured face, preciously distorted and almost there. her own clitoris throbs, wetting her thong, in awe of your half-asleep, baby face.

“who do you belong to, princess?” wanda whines, trailing open-mouthed kisses up your neck, unable to get enough. she could swallow you whole at this point, with her never-ending penetration and wet kisses.

you want to tell wanda it’s her, it’s true, but you can’t, words turning into moans as you try to utter it out of your mouth.

“do you need mommy’s help, princess? tell you who you belong to?”

“gah! mommy! mommy!” you sob, tears cascading down your cheeks, your head reeling like it’s falling apart, your skin scorching, your legs shaking so much. wanda pecks your cheeks, groans erupting from her throat, never messing up her tempo.

“is that a yes, my precious one?” wanda chuckles, watching the mess you have become, having you at the palm of her hand. a particular scream rings inside the bedroom when she thumbs your clit, rubbing it in circles, aware that you’re about to come.

“n-no- no-m-mo-“ you whine and give up on articulating your thoughts and instead you thrust your hips upwards so you can make your mommy hit you harder on your g-spot, but it doesn’t work, and you’re too spent and messed up to find out why.

“say, i belong to mommy. i am mommy’s princess.”

as you nod your head, wanda imitates, “say it, be a good girl,” pounding in her two fingers harder, every thrust your mommy makes a deep moan escapes from her. she drives you into your apex, and when you think it couldn’t get any better, wanda curls her fingers mercilessly, hitting your spot wave after wave like she’s dealing with a punching bag.

“i-i belong to mommy! please, plea- i am m-mommy’s princess!”

wanda lets out an animalistic growl, “that’s right, mommy owns you. mommy owns this pussy,” slapping your pussy, a resounding thwack coming off at the motion, your cries echoing inside the four walls of your shared apartment. it surely is music to wanda’s ears. “mommy owns these gorgeous tits,” wanda strikes them before putting your tits inside her hungry mouth in a tight grip, sucking as loudly as she possibly can, moaning along with the fullness and the noises that you let out. she lets them go with a pop, saliva connecting with the tip and her swollen lips.

smirking as you shake your head, your lower body stilling at the exhaustion, only able to do little thrusts to meet her. she continues, “mommy owns these lips too, both of them,” devouring your cusps in a passionate kiss, harsh and sloppy, at the brink of losing herself in the moment of claiming you.

“mommy!” you sob, “m-mommy!” breathing hotly in wanda’s mouth, coming apart in a perfect arch, blissfully bucking your hips up as she grips tight around your bruising waist, “that’s it, that’s it detka,” mumbling into your mouth in return.

wanda drags it out, cooing and purring words of affirmation as you cried out for her, brushing the strands of hair that blocks your face, tucking them in your ear. “mommy’s here, moy malen'kiy golub'. mommy’s got you,” she whispers against your cheek, exchanging with you a butterfly kiss.

you hum, catching your breath, your eyes no longer awake. wanda peppers your cheeks with light kisses to distract you from pulling her fingers out of your pussy, moaning silently as she loses your warmth. taking her wet fingers to clean off your cum, she clamps around them, savoring the delicious taste of you. “oh, moya lyubov,” she hums in delight.

slowly sliding her hand below to reach for your clammy hand, your mommy unlatches your fingers from the blanket, intertwining your fingers together.

“hi,” she begins timidly, laying herself on top of your naked form, poking your nose with a kiss. you scrunch it in the process, goosebumps flaring from your back down to your stomach. “hi, mommy,” you respond in your little, raspy voice, dizzying.

“moy malysh, you did so good. my sweet, sweet girl, you deserve loads and loads of rest,” wanda rasps in her mommy voice, caressing the crook of your arm with her thumb, nuzzling your jaw. she lets you know her plan to “i’ll pull away for a moment, okay? i don’t want to squeeze moy malysh,” and even so you whine and cry her name, loneliness creeping through.

“i’m here, mommy’s here,” she pacifies you with a purr, occupying her space on top of you, grinning softly as she takes your hand midair and places grumpy bear in your hold.

“grumpie!” you gasp, squeezing the fuzzball, hugging him in your chest. “mommy!” you say in the way she understands your gratitude, mewling at the purity and tenderness of your contentment. “it’s your favorite stuffie, my princess, makes my princess sleep better” she cooes, giving you a peck on the lips.

“thank you, mommy,” you sigh, fluttering your eyes open for a second before completely succumbing to slumber.

“everything for you, moya printsessa,” wanda sighs with a soft smile, watching you sleep, listening to your silent snores.

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel smut #wanda x you #wanda x reader #top!wanda

799 notes · View notes

connorswhisk · 1 year

Text

and so it goes (miguel o’hara x spiderman!reader)

hi note this is a fic specifically for transmasc readers. don’t come anywhere near this if you’re a cis woman. you have a million fics you can read that aren’t this one. thank you 🍻

@spokentothewoods here you go ☺️

WARNINGS: Angst, slightly sexual situations >:)

That ever-present tenseness is visible in his shoulders; in truth, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him without it, for as many years as you’ve been working with him. You’ve been working late tonight and could really use a break yourself, but with Jess away for an ultrasound, someone had to stay behind and keep an eye on Miguel.

Perhaps you volunteered for the job a tad too hastily, if the smirk Hobie had flashed in your direction was any indication, but Hobie’s always smirking at things. You’ve gotten pretty used to it.

In any case, even Margo’s signed off for the night. You know Miguel’s the Big Boss In Charge, but…couldn’t he benefit from some chill time?

“That’s it,” you say, yawning. “That’s the last of the logs done. Think I’ll turn in for the night.”

Miguel says nothing. He either is so immersed in his work that he didn’t hear you, or he’s ignoring you - both are likely in their own way.

After a moment’s more of silence, you frown, and web yourself up to his platform. He’s always brooding, that’s pretty normal, but…

Oh, you realize, because you recognize the video footage he’s watching. You’ve never seen it yourself, but you know what it is, where Miguel came from. You know why he is the way that he is.

You contemplate leaving and pretending you saw nothing, but then Miguel turns his head and fixes you with his dark, exhausted eyes, and it’s too late to act innocent.

“Sorry,” you say quietly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. You just…”

“What.” He phrases the word as a statement, not a question. “I just what.”

You sigh. “I worry about you, Miguel. I mean, when you first found me in my universe…you were sad, sure, but you weren’t this angry. I don’t know what changed, but if you ever need to talk…”

“I don’t.” His stare is fixed somewhere past your shoulder, his jaw hard as steel. “Nothing changed. I’m fine.”

“Oh, bullshit,” you tell him, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. “How long have we known each other? I know when you’re lying to me.”

Miguel shakes his head. He’s been working with Jess the longest and all the Spiders respect him as their leader, but he’s never gotten as close to anyone as he has to you. You know this because he told you so himself, a year ago when MJ was killed and you were stumbling around HQ in a haze, the big empty pit in your stomach threatening to swallow you whole.

We all lose people, he’d told you, his voice the gentlest you’d ever heard it. But we persevere. You’re strong, Y/N. You can survive this.

I bet you tell all the Spiders they’re your favorite, you’d joked half-heartedly, desolate and depressed, sure you were right. But Miguel had given you this look that had told you plainly: I am completely serious. And then he’d started to say something, stopped as if he’d thought better of himself, and swung away.

You don’t know what he’d been about to tell you…though maybe you kind of do. The pair of you have never necessarily been the emotionally vulnerable types, but the connection between you is one that cannot be denied.

“I’m fine,” he’s repeating now, still hiding from the truth. “Just tired.”

“Which is exactly why you should call it for the night. You’ve done plenty.”

“I haven’t done enough.”

“Look, just…” You exhale deeply, pull off your mask so you can meet him eye-to-eye. You don’t miss the slight change in his demeanor when you bare your face, the fleeting look of quick relief. “Do you…want a massage or something?”

He blinks. “What.”

“I asked if you wanted a - “

“I heard you.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Ok. So? Your shoulders could really use it, dude.”

“I…” You can pinpoint the exact moment he decides to give in, posture slumped and scowl deepening. “…Fine.”

He turns back to face the screens - thankfully, the video from before is long gone. Miguel says nothing for a long time, ‘til he finally snaps, “Well?”

You lay your hands on his shoulders. You’re no trained masseuse, but your Aunt May does a wicked back rub and you’re sure you can replicate her technique, more or less. And so you try.

Are all shoulder muscles this knotted? Or is Miguel just overworking himself per usual? You’re not sure, but you press as hard as you dare, first with your fingertips, then kneading in and out with your knuckles. Miguel is silent as you work. The only sound he makes is the measured course of his breathing, up-down, up-down, up-down. You can feel it thrumming through your neurons, slow and steady.

“What, sorry?” You didn’t catch what Miguel just mumbled under his breath.

“Can you - go harder?” he repeats, practically spitting the words. He sounds as exhausted as you’ve ever heard him.

Wordlessly, you begin to apply even more pressure, and Miguel moans. You’ve never heard him make a noise like that before, and in your shock, you start and almost back away from him entirely. You manage to keep your wits, though, and you press again in the same spot, feeling the knot aching to unravel beneath his skin.

“Y/N,” he groans - but before you can begin to wrap your head around that, Miguel’s body is freezing up under your fingertips, and suddenly, he’s wrenching himself away from you.

“Woah - you ok?” You drop your hands to dangle by your hips, but you can still feel the buzz in your head, concentrated and slightly painful like a migraine, a hit off a cigarette.

“You should go,” Miguel says quietly, his back to you. “This…you should just go.”

“Ok.” You’re finding it hard to breathe, beneath all the spandex and bindings and confusion. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“Then what the hell is the prob - “

“GO, Y/N,” Miguel seethes, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. “Just leave me alone.”

You scowl. “Fine.” Pulling your mask down over your face again, you shoot a strand of web over in the opposite direction, pull yourself through the air until you land against the wall and cling there. “Fine, Miguel. Whatever you want. As usual.”

If he looks back at you as you leave, you don’t know. At the moment, you’re too hurt and angry to waste another thought on him.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #male reader #my writing #might write more if this does well! i have ideas 😈

912 notes · View notes

deathblacksmoke · 4 months

Text

Together: Nick Ruffilo

pairing: nick ruffilo x f!reader

cw: mutual masturbation, friends to lovers

word count: 2.1K

author’s note: a little group project done with my buds @circle-with-me, @darksigns-exe, and @malice-ov-mercy <3 i hope y’all are enjoying!

read the others here: folio | noah | jolly

dividers by @saradika-graphics 🌷

The television drones on in the background as you feel your body fully relax. You can hardly remember what movie you’d decided to watch tonight, and you haven’t been paying attention.

You’re bone-tired, not much on your mind besides the sleep you so desperately need. You’ve never missed a movie night with Nick before, though, and he seemed especially excited to see you this week. It’s not in your heart to let him down, and you’re happy to relax with him, sprawl your legs across his lap and maybe have a nap on his sofa while the movie plays. It’s better than an early night alone, you reason.

You’re about to accept the draw of sleep, allowing your eyes to slip closed when you feel his hand inching up your leg. It’s an innocent touch, you think, but you burn all the same.

Suddenly, the room is all too warm.

Judging by the look on his face, gaze steadfast on the television, you’re sure he isn’t even aware of what he’s doing. Your stomach twists, though, at the feeling of his callouses dragging across your exposed skin, his fingertips grazing your shin and sending chills over your body.

It’s never like this with Nick, always purely platonic. There’s admittedly always been a bubbling something in your gut for him, but you haven’t pushed it. It’s been easy to bury thus far, but something is different tonight. Perhaps there was something in his disappointed, almost whiny tone when he could tell you were going to try to cancel. Maybe that gave you hope that this might not be out of the question.

As you move to sit up, your foot grazes over him, decidedly not soft in his jeans. Your mind draws blank and you freeze before settling back down to your previous position.

Seemingly unaware of the chaos going on in your head—the painful, piercing ringing in your ears—his hand finds its way back to your leg.

“Nick,” you say, choked. He looks at you, and it’s that sweet gaze, that soft smile you’ve come to love so much. You’re positive you’ll lose your nerve.

His gaze shifts from you, down to his hand, and back up to your face. He slowly removes his hand from your leg, putting it at his side, embarrassment clear in his expression.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and you’re quick to shake your head. “Was that not okay?”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you respond, and his hand is back on you in a moment. You burn from the inside out. His touch on your bare skin has never felt so much before. “It’s just—”

You gain some bravery when you shift your position again, the sole of your foot grazing the zipper of his jeans. His eyes shoot open, wide when they meet yours.

“I didn’t mean to,” he speaks again. He’s so painfully shy that you find yourself wanting to burrow into him. The nerves that had kicked up in you are almost gone as you pass your foot over him again. “You’re just so… I’m sorry.”

“I’m so what?” you press. He pulls his lip between his teeth, his face twisting with contemplation.

“Warm,” he mutters. His hand has stilled on your leg, but the grip has tightened. You can feel his fingers trembling. “You’re so warm. And close.”

It’s a line you can’t uncross with him. Maybe you’re delirious from your own lack of sleep, but you feel wide awake now. You can’t uncross the line, but you find you want to cross it if he does.

“Do you want me to go somewhere, you know, so you can…” you start, unsure of how exactly to phrase it. A piece of you hopes he’ll say no, he doesn’t want you to go anywhere. You want to stay right where you are. “So you can take care of it.”

He looks to be considering it, and your heart drops, thinking he’ll send you home or get up and excuse himself to his bedroom. Finally, he shakes his head and you settle.

“It’s okay,” he says. “It’ll go away.”

With all the bravery you can muster, you make one final pass with your foot. There’s a look in his eyes when his gaze meets yours that tells you he wants this too. You want to cross this line with him. Maybe you always have.

“Or you could—” you start. You sit up, not to put distance between the two of you, but to get yourself a better view in the hopes that he says yes. “You could show me.”

You’ve long prided yourself in your ability to read people well and Nick has been no exception. As you look at him now, though, you find his expression unreadable. His hand rests on his own leg and you can see it shaking, his eyes are blank. There’s the faintest pink tinge to his cheeks, but you suddenly can’t remember if they’re always like that.

You’re the one who has to be brave and hope he wants to follow you down.

“I can show you, too,” you offer, and his gaze shifts to something you’ve seen before. It’s the same look you’ve seen time and time again, a look you’re now recognizing as hope. He gives you the faintest nod and you smile back at him, overcome with a nervous excitement, a bubbling undercurrent of relief.

“We can’t go back after this,” he says, an edge of fear left in his tone. He’s right—you can’t—you hope that he won’t want to, either. If you allow yourself time to think about it, you’ve wanted this for a long time. “Are you okay with that?”

“I’m okay with that,” you respond, nerves kicking back up momentarily when it doesn’t seem to soothe him. You’ll have to be a little braver. You reach out for him, hand unsteady as it rests over his own on his thigh.

“It’s an unconventional way to start this, but I think I’ve wanted you for a long time, Nicky,” you start, trying your best not to lose your nerve when everything is screaming at you to back down. “Haven’t you?”

For the first time, you find yourself considering that maybe he hasn’t. Maybe he hasn’t wanted this like you have, that it isn’t worth ruining your friendship.

He lifts his hand from his thigh, hesitantly wrapping it around your hip, his trembling fingers kicking against your skin.

“Come here,” he says, gently tugging you closer. You’re more than happy to scramble into his lap. It’s the closest you’ve ever been to him, a fire burning beneath your skin, hyper-aware of every point your bodies are touching. “I need to kiss you first. Can I?”

His hand is already cradling your face and it’s barely a question. Your lips slot together so perfectly that everything blurs. Your skin heats beneath his palm.

You kiss for so long that you almost forget what the plan had been, lost in the feeling of his hand on your face and his lips on yours, kissing across your face.

You know you’ll never be able to help yourself if you let yourself stay this close to him. You want to start it this way—you want to see how he likes it. He makes a weak sound of protest when you separate, taking your spot at the other end of the sofa again.

“Nicky,” you mutter, nudging his leg with your toes. You can see that his situation hasn’t improved, straining against his zipper. Your mouth runs dry, stopping yourself from licking your lips as your eyes glaze over. “Will you let me see you?”

Everything slows as he undoes his jeans and your eyes land on him. He’s bigger than you thought he’d be and you almost want to change the plan, scramble back closer and get your hands on him, your mouth, anything. The sound of his shocked little gasp, his hoarse groan when he wraps his hand around himself brings you back into the moment, into your why, your need to see all of him.

You feel you disappear as you watch him lose himself to his own pleasure, head thrown back against the couch cushion, soft lips parted prettily as he works himself over. He always is, but you think he’s especially gorgeous like this, so open and vulnerable, grip tightening, loosening, tightening around himself, unabashed in the chase for his own high.

A gasp of your name sends shivers straight through you, your gaze shifting from his hand on his cock to his face, his eyes heavily-lidded and boring into you.

“Your turn,” he utters, his hand speeding up momentarily before the pace curtails itself back to a slow drag. It’s teasing and too much at once, to be given the privilege of seeing what he does when he’s alone, desperate in his bunk on the bus or a venue bathroom or late at night in his bedroom. His hand wraps around your ankle and pulls your leg to one side. You burn from the inside out, unsure whether you need to back away or get impossibly closer. “Come on, you said I could see you, too.”

Your hands tremble, filled with a mix of dread and anxious excitement as you pull your bottoms down your legs. The first touch of your hand to your bare skin sends nervous energy shooting through you. As you slide your hand between your legs to graze your clit, your instinct is to close your legs and hide yourself from him; his hand shifting up to your knee to hold your leg in place stops you, looking up at him to find his gaze not on your center, but on your face. The drag of his hand along his cock has sped up, the thrusts into his fists making you feel dizzied and desperate.

You let your eyes slip closed, hoping to quell some of the overwhelm brought on by his warm hand on your skin and his eyes on you. You drag a finger through your slick, focusing back on your clit and you can’t help the gasp of his name, electricity shooting through every inch of your body.

Seeing him is too much, as you allow yourself to open your eyes to him, finding his gaze still not on your center but wholly focused on your face. You itch to be closer, to have his body blanket yours, but you hold out. Something for next time. His thrusts go quicker, sloppy, and you need for it to be this, to have this full view when he cums.

“You look so beautiful,” he says, a little winded as he speaks. It’s so soft, such a lovely contrast to the situation you’ve found yourself in that you find yourself closer and closer to tumbling over. “Keep your eyes on me. I wanna see you when I cum.”

You don’t dare to close your eyes, to shift your gaze away from his. There’s a desperation as you increase the speed of your own end, chasing your high to follow him over the edge. His stare is intense, pretty little gasps tumbling from his mouth as he stills, spilling over his own hand. You let your eyes shift at the last moment, watching as the last of his release trickles over his tattooed fingers and onto the exposed skin of his tummy.

You allow yourself to close your eyes again, a little past the point of controlling the movement of your hips, the desperate trembling of your hand as you let yourself come undone for him. His hand, warm on your leg, grounds you. There’s barely a moment to recover, keeping your eyes closed as you feel the sofa shift beneath your weight and Nick is crawling over you, blanketing your body with his own just like you wanted.

His fingers glide through your hair, bringing your lips to his, and it’s all so different. You feel the draw of sleep again, somehow more content than you thought you’d be with how different it all actually is. You need a shower, you need sleep, and you need to know that he’s on the same page, okay with the change and the inevitability of it all.

“Is this still okay?” you ask, still half-expecting it to burst the bubble and ruin everything. “Everything is going to be different now.”

Same as it’s always been, his gentle nod and the smile that spreads across his face soothe your every worry.

“I like different.”

tagging: @circle-with-me @darksigns-exe @concretenoah @ladyveronikawrites @baddestomens

@broken0mens @somebodyels3 @sitkowski @cookiesupplier @collapsedglasshouses

@abiomens @agravemisstake @bngurngheart @iknownothingpeople @anameunmusical

@itsafullmoon

let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future fics!

#bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #nick ruffilo fic #nick ruffilo fanfiction #nick ruffilo rpf #nicholas ruffilo fic #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo rpf #nick ruffilo x f!reader #nicholas ruffilo x f!reader #deathblacksmoke works #fic: together

129 notes · View notes

fool-inthe-rain · 1 year

Text

All the Right Reasons

Sirius Black x Potter!Reader

wc: 1500~

Content: Fluff!!!! Angst if you squint. Use of she/her pronouns, use of Y/N. Let me know if I missed anything.

Request: I’m a hoe for Sirius Black and was wondering if you could write a Sirius Black x Potter!reader secret relationship. Maybe some sneaking around and getting found out and James being mad or something but with a happy ending.

Anon I'm so sorry this took much longer than I expected it to. Thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy reading!

Navigation

To say they were in love, well, that would be an understatement. The pair were totally and completely infatuated with each other. They did a remarkable job of hiding their intimacy, however. The only other person who knew about the relationship between Sirius Black and Y/n Potter was, of course, Remus Lupin. It’s not like they wanted him to know, but when he walked in on them making out on Sirius’s bed, it was pretty difficult from there on out to hide what was going on from him.

Remus was, unsurprisingly, incredibly supportive of them. Sure, he was skeptical at first. Who wouldn’t be? Sirius Black, best friend of James Potter, and dating his twin sister? Remus made it a point to set boundaries, even though he knew, he didn’t want to hear about it or see anything too relationship-y from either of them. The less he knew the better. The last thing he wanted was to know every detail of their relationship, and have James find out he knew. Remus knew Sirius and y/n better than either would admit, that being said, even though they had been diligent so far, he knew how incredibly unstealthy the two were. James was bound to find out sooner rather than later.

Summer was hard. What with Sirius living with the Potters and all. This was his third summer with them, and his last, as they were going into 7th year and would–hopefully–be graduating. Sirius spent his nights waiting for James to fall asleep so he could sneak into y/n’s room. He was exceedingly grateful that James was such a heavy sleeper.

Sirius was already laying out a game plan in his mind for how he and y/n would get ample alone time during the three-month break. He figured it wouldn’t be much different than last summer, but he still wanted to be prepared for what he liked to call ‘unprecedented changes to the mission’ the mission being their relationship. To his credit, Hogwarts was much larger and much easier to sneak around in, so y/n let him have his silly code phrases as long as it meant they would still be able to get away from James when needed.

They had gotten home late, as the ride from Kings Cross to the Potter’s home was excruciatingly long and boring. Euphemia and Fleamont let them know in the car that come morning, they would be heading out for a small family engagement on the coast. James and y/n were not expected to attend as it was extended family they really had no relationship with. As soon as Sirius heard the house would be free of adults for a few days the gears started turning in his head. When they had finally gotten home, decisions were silently made between Sirius and y/n to just sleep for the night, no sneaking around. They were too drowsy to be careful.

Sirius and James parted ways from y/n and made their way to their shared bedroom only a few doors down from hers.

“Thinking of going out tomorrow with a few old friends from the neighborhood. You game?” James asked Sirius, turning his head to look at his friend.

Sirius smirked from where he was standing, facing away from James.

“Nah mate, you have fun. I think I’m just gonna hang out here, maybe see about that motorcycle I had been telling you about.” He was trying to hide the smile from his voice. This was almost too perfect. Effie and Fleamont would be out, James would be out, and then there were two.

“Alright, well if you change your mind…” James’s sentence trailed off into a yawn. “Godric, I’m bloody tired.”

“Me too.” Was all Sirius could get out before he caught James’s yawn.

James turned the light off and within seconds the pair was asleep. The next morning, as per usual, y/n was up early, in time to see her parents off. James woke up around mid-morning and when the clock hit 12:30, Sirius was still sound asleep.

“I’m heading out for the day. I’ll be home around dinner.” James yelled as he left the shared bedroom, slinging a backpack over his shoulder.

“Mhm, whatever.” Sirius grumbled from under his sheets, sticking one limp hand out to wave away his best friend.

James made his way out the door, offering a quick goodbye to his sister while tousling her hair. When she was sure he had left, she silently made her way upstairs, creaking open the door to Sirius’s bedroom.

“I thought you left?” Sirius once again grumbled in annoyance, if there was one thing he hated more than his family, it was being woken up.

“Oh? And where exactly was I supposed to be going?” y/n snickered teasingly.

Sirius turned around in the bed, enough so he was facing the door. A large smile was plastered on his face as he held the sheets up signaling for her to join him. Of course, she did, when Sirius Black wants you in his bed, you go.

He draped an arm around her waist, running his hand up and down her back as they two just admired each other, and basked in the silence of the house.

“This is nice.” She squeaked out, it didn’t matter that they had been together for almost a year she still got nervous around him.

“It’s exceptional. How lucky we are. First day home and we have it all to ourselves.” Sirius punctuated his sentence with a long kiss to her lips.

The two were so wrapped up in quiet conversation, and each other's eyes that neither had heard the front door open. They certainly didn’t hear footsteps coming up the stairs, but they did hear the bedroom door opening and the loud gasp that followed.

“What the hell are you two doing? Get off my sister!” James was wide-eyed as he stood in the doorway.

The two sprung out of bed, y/n’s chest was heaving from the adrenaline his yelling had caused. Sirius stood slightly behind her.

“I can explain!” Sirius quickly offered.

“Oh, I’d love to hear this! What you bed my sister and then leave her out to dry like every other girl?” James was fuming. “Give me one reason not to punch you right now.”

“I love her.” Sirius shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Y/n snapped her head back to look at him, her eyes wide in shock. They hadn’t said that before. Sure she thought about it, but to hear him say it made her heart swell.

“Okay, can I just say you two with the wide eyes, you look creepily alike so can you please stop with that look?” Sirius deadpanned as if he had just not made an earth-shattering confession.

“You love her?”

“You love me?”

The twins said in synch and Sirius just nodded.

“Of course I do,” he was looking at y/n “I’ve loved you since the day I met you.” His eyes were full of honey and adoration.

“I love you too-” Before she could get in another word James cut her off.

“Okay, wait, lemme get this straight. You guys are dating?”

The couple nodded.

“Merlin’s beard,” James ran his hands down his face a few times, trying to grasp the situation at hand, “How long?”

“Almost a year.” y/n squeaked out, afraid that he would get angry again for keeping it from him for so long.

“Okay, okay.” James sat on his bed.

“And you,” He pointed at Sirius, “Love her?” He pointed at his twin sister.

“Yeah mate, I really do,” Sirius said, nervously playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” James asked, a twinge of hurt lacing his words.

“Mate, one of the first things you ever told Moony and I was that y/n was off limits. I thought you were gonna rip my head off!”

“Well I mean yeah if you were gonna use her for a quick fuck then I would be pissed, but you love each other,” he stood up, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, “who am I to deny love!” he cried out with a dramatic flair, drawing them both into an equally as dramatic hug.

“Why are you even home? I thought you were going out?” Y/n questioned when he let go of them.

“Yeah I forgot something, but now I can’t remember what it was.”

James took in the sight before him one more time before picking his backpack back up.

“Oh, young love! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” He left the room and the couple could hear his loud laughter as he exited through the front door once again.

“Well, he took that better than I expected.” Sirius smiled. “Now shall we pick up where we left off?” He got back into the bed, lifting up the sheets the same as he did before.

Getting in the bed she couldn’t hold back her happiness any longer.

“You love me! Sirius Black is capable of love!” She sniggered poking at his sides.

“Oh come off it!” He responded with a smirk of his own.

#sirius black imagine #sirius x reader #sirius black angst #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius orion black #sirius black fluff #harry potter imagine #harry potter fluff #harry potter #harry potter angst

398 notes · View notes

lialacleaf · 1 year

Text

The Chief And The Intern

Chief x Reader

Was Waiting All Along

It had been months since you had heard from John. Life hadn’t been the same since you’d gone back to finish your last semester of your master degree. University used to excite you, but after having run around the galaxy with the UNSC, being in actual danger, you felt bored.

Your friends noticed the difference when suddenly you were unavailable to go to the mall, and more interested in visiting the firing range.

Your mother almost fainted when she learned you’d taken up a martial arts class in your spare time. Your grades weren’t suffering, so you didn’t exactly see the problem.

Your father had pestered you every day to submit your application to his company, but the only place you’d sent your application was the UNSC’s board of communications.

You were going to find John, and the rest of Blue Team. You couldn’t just submit to the life your parents wanted for you, even if you’d be monumentally disappointing them.

You were scrolling through your laptop in your little dormitory when you saw it. You’d been scrolling through emails for hours, each rejection letter making your heart sink further and further when you saw it.

“We would like to receive your application for our recently opened clerical assistant position.”

It wasn’t exactly what you wanted to be doing but there was one little phrase that caught your eye.

“Reporting to Spartan Lieutenant 104”

There was no way. Fred had found you? How in the world had he managed that? You took a quick glance over the email before following the provided link to submit your application and cover letter.

“You did what?” your father asked as you silently cut into your steak.

“I applied to the UNSC, and I got in. I’m leaving after the graduation ceremony,” you stated firmly.

“But what about the job your father lined up for you at his company! You’re just going to throw that away? I can’t imagine the UNSC is going to pay someone very much for communications work,” your mother rambled frantically as she set her fork down.

Family diners in your parent’s penthouse were always tense, but this was another ball park entirely.

“It’s clerical work actually,” you muttered.

“Yn! What are you thinking!” your mother asked.

I’m thinking there’s a very handsome space soldier up there waiting for me. I’m thinking I’m tired of being coddled at thirty two years old.

“It’s a good opportunity. Free travel, important connections-“

“It’s unsafe!”

“Nowhere is safe Mom!” You said, slamming your knife on the table. “I’m tired of pretending that Sydney is safe just because it makes you feel better to have me at arm's length,” you said, standing from your place at the table.

“You’re not going to survive out there, yn,” your father scoffed.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have before, but things are different now. I’m not changing my mind on this.”

Your parents didn’t come to your graduation ceremony. You noticed that their chairs were empty as you lined up to walk across the stage.

It left a bitter taste in your mouth. You were being punished for not doing what you were told. Despite having argued with them, you’d at least wanted them to attend.

You tried to smile for the pictures as you walked across the stage, but it didn’t feel real. After the ceremony you packed your suitcases and left your dorm for the shuttles.

What if John wasn’t waiting for you anymore? What if you got up there and he’d moved on entirely?

You felt your throat tighten as you neared the pickup and your legs began to shake.

Were you making a mistake? Could you still turn around? Your parents would never respect you if you did.

You shook your head, silencing these thoughts as you loaded onto the shuttle. This wasn’t just about John. You were doing this for yourself as well.

“Wasn’t she supposed to be here already?”

Fred didn’t bother answering the question, knowing full well that if he told John the cargo ship was running late he’d probably grab a rifle and a ship and go out looking for you himself.

Six months wasn’t a long time, but it was long enough to make the Master Chief miss you so much he could hardly breathe.

“She’ll get here when she gets here,” Fred said with a shrug as they waited in the cargo hold.

“She’ll probably be hungry, we should take her to the mess. She’s probably forgotten how to get there,” Kelly said, admittedly excited to see you again.

When the intercom finally announced the arrival of your ship, Blue Team sprung into action. John searched the faces of deboarding passengers for you, feeling a sense of panic until your smaller figure appeared, hauling two large suitcases.

He froze all of a sudden, willing his feet to move but unable to do so. He’d never felt this way before. Never had to hesitate, and yet he felt as if his stomach was doing summersaults.

Your eyes finally settled on him, and your feet halted.

Six months. Had anything changed?

You moved first, your hands abandoning their grip on your bags as you ran to him. Time seemed to catch up with the Spartan all of a sudden, and he barely registered that you had flung yourself towards him in time to bend forward and wrap his arms around your waist, hauling you in for a tight hug that squeezed the breath right out of you.

You buried your face in the Chief’s shoulder and sighed, the smell of gunpowder and cinnamon a sure sign that you were home.

“How’d you find me?” You murmured into his shoulder.

“Wasn’t that hard. Had some connections keeping an eye out for you. Ready to get back to work?”

He asked, setting you down as Fred and Kelly retrieved your bags. Linda gave you a firm pay on the shoulder in greeting.

This was exactly what you needed. Blue Team’s support, the promise of adventure on the horizon, and the Chief’s arms around you.

“As I’ll ever be,” you declared with a grin and the Spartan smiled softly at you. He had you back, and this time he wasn’t letting you go anywhere.

Tag List: @discowizard88 @laurenstacy610 @amaraohara @starchaser-the-prophet @embarrassedauthornerd @117s-girl

#master chief #master chief x you #the master chief x reader #john 117 #john117 #john117 x reader #spartan 117 #halo fanfiction #master chief x reader

245 notes · View notes

ryuichirou · 2 years

Note

How do you draw Idia’s hair so good?? I struggle with the basic shapes so much!

Sorry for the late reply! Your ask got us excited because Idia’s hair is such a pain to draw, but also such a fun detail, and I’m very happy that you like the way I draw it <3

Katsu suggested to me to record a speedpaint, and uhh, here it is. Please, don’t mind the wonky anatomy and me horsing around with zooming in and out randomly. As you can see, I struggle with Idia’s hair myself and constantly redraw it until I’m satisfied or at least tired enough to say “eh, that’ll do”. In case you’re wondering, it took me ~25-30 minutes to do the hair, and the original video was 59 min long lol I always spend a lot of time moving, reshaping and redrawing details when I draw Idia…

youtube

I’ll also list some tips and thoughts about it based on the way I draw it…

The shape of Idia’s hair is not at all consistent. Even in Toboso’s art it looks slightly different sometimes, which makes sense, because Idia has magical fire hair and technically you could do whatever you want with it.

But some rules tend to apply each time. For example, even though Idia’s hair is long and seems naturally “heavy” because of it, the individual strands tend to be turned upwards, like fire would. Not every single one, but the shorter ones and the ones closer to Idia’s head tend to do so.

It’s wavy, but not too wavy. If the hair starts looking too “soft”, add sharp edges, random strands sticking out, rough shapes, etc.

Oh, and it’s important to remember that it floats. This means, it doesn’t just go straight down, it does this weird “S” shape. It’s also hella long, I always forget just how long Idia’s hair is. If the magic fire logic didn’t apply to it, it would reach the ground easily. The volume of his hair is much bigger than I tend to remember too: it's quite thick and luscious lol So please give him lots of hair!

Tiny little flames + “holes” in the main ehh body of hair (wow there must be a way to phrase it better) make everything look good and more believable. Have fun with it. You might’ve noticed, I draw and redraw and move them around a lot in my speedpaint.

Obviously, I am no expert, and every artist I know draws Idia’s hair a little bit differently. The speedpaint doesn’t show it, but I always have some of Toboso’s artworks of Idia open when I draw him, just to make sure his design is not too off. I would definitely recommend looking at refs while drawing Idia (or anyone), and maybe even trying to redraw the hair from Toboso’s artworks once or twice as a study, it’ll probably make it easier to understand how Idia’s hair works.

You haven’t asked about the colouring, but I love colouring Idia’s hair, so I’ll talk about it a little. Colouring Idia’s hair is simultaneously the most fun and the most tedious part of drawing him lol 15 minutes of my hour long video is just me filling Idia’s hair with the base blue colour with a lasso (I refuse to use a bucket tool…)

But once you’re done with the base, this is where the fun begins. Because at this stage you can be pretty rough, just add in darker and deeper blues near the middle/core(?) of the hair mass. It doesn’t have to be very even or pretty, add some smaller dark spots; we personally really love it when Idia has this round little blob on his bangs. In the video you can see that I added it later on because I forgot about it lol

After the dark part is done, erase the ends of it a little bit with a soft brush. Not too much, we should still be able to see the shapes.

Then, on a separate layer set on overlay mode, with the same soft brush add some additional brighter spots, to make the hair look glowy. I used the same light blue as the base colour, and the overlay gives it a pretty hue.

And finally, add some white highlights at the ends of the strands. This is the stage when everything stops looking wrong and weird and starts looking like Idia, at least to me.

Phew, I think this is everything I wanted to say… I hope it was at least somewhat helpful.

Sorry for the long post, I just love talking about the drawing process. And about Idia too!

Once again, thank you for your kind words; I’m very happy that you like my art.

Have a good day!

#replies #idia shroud #twisted wonderland #ryuichirouart #about drawing

268 notes · View notes

bootlegramdomneess · 1 month

Text

What Will be the OutCome?

I was feeling bored and decided to ask my tarot cards a question...THE question. What are the writers intention for Sydney and Carmy? Here's what I pulled:

Starting in the middle (the top row). We have 7 of cups, 4 of swords, and 2 of cups. The bottom row, we have the 10 of cups, queen of cups, and the 2 of wands. On the outside, we have the hermit on the left, The world on top, and the Empress on the right.

When I read cards, I interpret them as though it’s a story. But first, let me identify some key words/phrases I’m hearing as I’m looking at these cards: healing from the past, taking care of your mental health. Withdrawing from something, making a choice, illusion, staying out of delusion. Emotional stability, harmony, contentment, creation, reset, finding your purpose, falling In love, coming full circle.

I will say this: their outcome looks good. Beautiful in fact. I’m interpreting these cards as the writer’s intention for these characters together.

Okay, so let’s start with the top row (7 of cups, 4 of swords 2 of cups)- The story is, both characters are making a choice. We left off on season 3 with Sydney having to make a choice concerning staying or going, and Carmy’s choice is about the C person. The 7 of cups represents choices, having options, being discerning in making the right choice, not being delusional or falling into delusion, not living in an illusion. This speaks to where both characters left off this season. Shapiro’s offer seems too good to be true. The 7 of cups is all about making sure you don’t make the wrong choice because, if it seems too good to be true, it usually is. Carmy is torn up about the C person. He thrives in delusion with his idolization of her, and what she really means to him. She is an illusion.

With the 4 of swords in between the 2 of cups and 7 of cups, this tells me there will be more emotional overwhelm. The 4 of swords represents a reset. It represents taking the time away to rest, get better mentally and physically. These 2 will be tired, but with the two of cups, it tells me they will heal each other. It’s a beautiful card. You see the two hands entwined over the cup full of water with the rainbows coming up? They’ll both be filling each other’s cups. It’s a card of emotional comfort, connecting with someone on a deeply emotional and intimate level, flirting,healing each other’s wounds. Falling in love.

Let’s take a look at the bottom row: We have the 10 of cups, Queen of cups, and 2 of wands. I also want you to pay attention to the top row because I am also looking at this vertically. The 10 of cups represent harmony in your relationships, happiness, contentment, fulfillment, and gratitude. With the 7 of cups on top of the 10 of cups, it tells me Carmy and Sydney will make the right choice for themselves ,which will bring on true fulfillment and harmony. (The options they have presented to them are making them miserable.)

The queen of cups represents emotional stability, empathy, compassion, being IN THE FLOW whether in a relationship with someone, your career etc. These two will heal. They’re both suffering with panic and anxiety and the queen of cups tells me they will find a way toward emotional stability. Toward dealing with their issues with themselves and each other.

Further proof of this is the four of swords on top of the queen of cups. This reset will give them emotional stability. With the 2 of cups sitting in the diagonal position from the queen of wands, it shows me they will find emotional stability through their relationship/ partnership somehow. 2 of wands is about taking the first step after figuring out where you’re going. It’s also a card of stepping out of your comfort zone. Planning for the future, The two of cups is on top of this and oh boy, to me, that means these two will first discover their feelings for each other and then admit it to each other. They could also possibly travel somewhere.

Now, let’s look at the outside, we have: 1.The Hermit, 2.the World, and 3.The Empress. I’ll look at this as the past, present, and future. (The Hermit and The world were the first 2 cards to jump out of the deck as I shuffled and asked the question).

Okay 3 major arcana cards for the overall answer. Big Life Stuff guys. The hermit represents a time of withdrawing and going within. It represents a fork in the road and having to go within and do some deep, deep meditating and contemplation to discern where you are going in life. Will they go right or left? Also, it means to recuperate from the harder parts of life. It’s also an indication that you need to make more of an effort to get closer to someone. For me, I see, the separation is already happening, but this is needed because with the Hermit, it also means coming from a time of loneliness and isolation in order to recuperate and RESET. Sydney and Carmy need this in order to get back to where they were going.

The World means coming full circle. A sense of achievement, a sense of belonging, finding your purpose, reaching your goals. These are things Sydney and Carmy will receive once they heal their relationship. Also, this confirms for me we will see these two travel…that may be apart of their reset.

Finally, we have the Empress. This card means so many things. Finding your power, Sensuality, nurturance, creation, creativity, love, marriage, commitment, pregnancy. The Empress, represents The Bear, Their relationship, their creativity. The Bear is Sydney and Carmy's baby. They will nurture it. They will nurture their relationship. Their creativity will be off the charts. They will commit to each other both as partners and lovers.

Well…there you have it folks..what do we think?

#sydcarmy #for entertainment purposes only #just for fun #nothing is set in stone #carmen x sydney #sydney x carmy #this is where I am #carmy x sydney

12 notes · View notes

afternoondreaming · 1 month

Text

No Business Like Show Business (2/?)

Back at it again with the white Vans! (Does- Does anyone remember that? Am I getting too old?) Aaaanyways, we’re slowly gettin’ into it now! It began to get a bit too long, so Mr. Funny will just have to explain his shenanigans next time. Also, just letting ya’ll know, this is probably gonna be canon divergent. And I swear it’s gonna get funnier dw. You’re just a bit of a stick-in-the-mud right now.

The taxi you had hailed all the way out here skidded its tires slightly as it sped off. It had been a surprisingly long drive over to Puzzlevision— and an odd one, at that. You lived far away, and so as not to get sick, you avoided using your cell on the drive. It gave you ample time to watch the scenery, which seemed to gradually change the closer you got. Almost imperceptibly everything around you got more… Saturated. Colors showing brighter, eventually becoming almost painful to the eyes. It was reminiscent of color correction for TV, but why in the world would that be a natural effect?

You were aware that the world contained- for lack of a better phrase- an interesting cast of characters. Creatures of all shapes and sizes roaming about. You, however, lived in a painfully average area. Typical sights, typical people, and typical suburban antics. So far removed from the more fanatical aspects of life. Sure, you’d seen the occasional toad around town, but that was as exotic as it got. If even the nature around here was exceptionally strange, what would the people be like…?

That was another strange aspect you were noticing as you stood with your portfolio in the parking lot. There were no cars. No bikes. No sign of any human being inhabiting the studio that stood before you. Even the painted parking lines were noticeably faded, asphalt cracking and heaving from lack of care. You had the right address, you knew that. And you were certainly well within business hours. So where was everyone? With hesitant steps you began to walk to the entrance, fiddling with your portfolio and outfit with much more than pre-interview jitters. At the very least, you had told Tori where you were going, and your phone location was on. If you truly needed it, you could get someone to help you… Hopefully.

You let out a calming exhale before opening the door. Which quickly backfired, as the motion kicked up a huge cloud of dust. Sputtering out coughs you waved your hand in front of you to try to clear the air. Was this truly an abandoned building? As you got a better look, you became more assured of that thought. All of the furniture was dated and caked in a thick layer of dust. Though, you did notice a pair of footprints on the floor. Marking what must have been a frequently trodden path. What had you gotten yourself into? You turned heel, beginning to walk out so you could call a cab home. Suddenly your movement was halted by a heavy hand coming down on your shoulder. You couldn’t help the sound of surprise that escaped your mouth, jumping slightly and turning to see whomever it was. Slowly your gaze went up, up, up… Oh God. This man was towering! You liked to consider yourself of average height, and even then, your gaze would meet his midsection if you didn’t crane your neck.

A TV’s glow was what met your gaze, a neutral expression displayed upon it. So… He really was a television. Seeing him in interviews a couple of times, you weren’t exactly shocked. But… It was still slightly jarring in person. Everything about him but his color testing bars were in grayscale, like he stepped out of the classic silver screen. Rather fitting, you supposed. “Uh, hello? Puzzlevision to interviewee? I asked you a question.” The man ‘spoke’, if you could call it that, picture flipping to something akin to confusion.

You quickly corrected your agape expression, straightening your posture. “Oh goodness, I’m sorry. I guess I was a bit star struck…!” You laughed awkwardly, trying not to be stiff as a board. He removed his hand from your shoulder, striking a confident pose. He moved… oddly. It wasn’t fluid, but certainly exaggerated.

“Aha! Of course you were!” He looked awfully pleased with himself, yet surprised at the same time. “Your call for employment was answered by the one and only: Mr. Puzzles!” The titular Mr. Puzzles held the pose for a moment longer before returning to a neutral stance and face.

“Uh, yeah…” Mumbling, you reached out your hand for a handshake. Looks like flattery would get you pretty far here. If you didn’t hold yourself to higher standards, perhaps you’d use that to your advantage. “Still, my apologies. Lemme introduce myself, I’m-“

“Yes, yes, I know who you are, my rising star!” He interrupted you, turning around without shaking your extended hand as he began to walk. Apparently, he just expected you to follow. “I sent you a response, after all!”

“Wait-“ You started, beginning to speed walk in order to keep up with the long legged man. “I’m not a new actor…! I got a letter for the screenwriter position!” Was he getting a whole new staff?

“Again- I’ll repeat myself- I know.” Mr. Puzzles responded, his voice crackling with a flamboyant sarcasm. “I only hired a screenwriter- no actors. I just find your name lacking a certain… star power, is all!” …Had he just played a laugh track for his own joke? You found yourself frowning behind his back as you followed him. “It's terribly drab, my friend!” The man opened the door to another dusty room, gesturing for you to step inside just as you made yourself look less annoyed. “For someone like yourself? You need a title worthy of someone working at Puzzlevision~! You’ve headed multiple successful projects, but never having done so on your own. Someone with talent, but not successful enough to avoid being poached!” This was beginning to feel more insulting by the second. “Therefore! A rising star, an up-and-coming powerhouse, a starlet!”

“Now, wait a moment.” Hesitantly you spoke up as you began to sit down on the terribly dusty chair. There goes the dry cleaning fee you paid. “You’re right. I have headed multiple successful projects. But, screenwriters don’t work alone. I would’ve never done that because that’s not how it works.”

“Well, you’ll have to start now, because that’s how it works at Puzzlevision!” Mr. Puzzles sat across from you, unbothered by dust or grime as he crossed a leg and leaned one elbow on the table. “Besides having my expert guidance and leadership, Starlet, you’ll be working entirely by yourself!”

…Huh?

#fanfic #x reader #mr puzzles #smg4 mr puzzles #smg4 fanfic #self insert fanfic #self insert #canon divergence #mr puzzles x reader #smg4 puzzlevision #self ship #self ship fanfiction

19 notes · View notes

nicolesainz · 10 months

Text

Electric Touch (BC21)

Author’s note: I miss seeing Chilly in the pitch. Hope he’s coming back soon and healthy. Until then, here’s a small fic for my Chilly baes.

Ben Chilwell x f!reader (Mason Mount’s sister)

Summary: No one really knows how shy Ben Chilwell is around you. Well, besides you. No matter the boys that surround you, he knows that you two will end up together, even if he doesn’t have the guts to talk to you.

Warnings: extreme fluff

“I swear if you don’t go talk to her, guy in nine o’ clock will hit on her and that won’t be a pleasant sight for either of us” Mason said to Ben in a loud manner as he couldn’t really whisper with all the beating music.

“I can’t, okay? It’s just too much. And, your sister isn’t a one night type of woman. She would never allow a douche like him to hit on her.” Ben took a sip of his drink and went back to talking with Connor.

“You know she won’t guard herself forever, right? At some point she’ll get tired of waiting for you to open up and be with someone who can phrase a proper word.” Mason grabbed his friend by the bicep and turned his head to face at Y/N.

She was the most enchanting woman Ben had ever met in his life. Sweet, charismatic, innocent, caring but most of all patient. And he needed someone that was patient. Ever since they met back in 2020 when Ben transferred from Leicester to Chelsea, she was one of the few people to welcome him at the club, despite only being Mason Mount’s younger sister.

Y/N had told some of the boys that she fancied Ben, including her brother and others who had left the club. She was willing to wait for him. She knew that Chilwell was shy and not the kind of man to hit on a woman, only wanting to satisfy himself.

And Ben knew she’d wait for him too. But with what Mason had just said, the clock was ticking and he needed to act soon. Very much indeed a handsome man, approached her side, offering her a drink in a red cup. That’s when Ben’s blood started boiling.

“Chilly’s gonna explode” Reece said as he laid eyes on his angered friend, whose ‘love of his life’ as he had named her, was approached by another man who was about to ask her to dance.

Ben watched carefully as the scenes unfolded. Her being nervous around the strange man, declining the drink given that she was feeling a bit dizzy and trying to remove herself from his grasp.

Y/N eyed Ben and when she got comfortable with his presence, she mouthed at him ‘help me’. Suddenly, to Ben, the words ‘fear’ and ‘shyness’ were foreign. He marched all the way to the side of the woman of his dreams and tried to shove away the guy who was trying to hit on her.

“Better knock it off buddy. Not nice to hit on taken ladies” Ben stiffly said to the man opposite him, immediately wrapping his arm around Y/N’s waist.

“I don’t see her boyfriend dude. So, why don’t let me take care of this angel?” The guy tried to flirt with Y/N but her expression clearly showed disgust.

“You’re talking to him right now. And I don’t think her brother would appreciate it either” Ben pointed to Mason and when the guy realized who the two men are, his face turned whiter than snow.

“Bro, I’m so sorry. Never happen again. Have a good night” and the strange man left the club without a date but certainly leaving Ben with Y/N alone.

“I don’t have the words to thank you Chilly! I was worried there for a second” Y/N gives Ben the biggest hug he’s ever received and he grasps onto her tightly, not wanting to let her go.

“I’ll always protect you Y/N. Even if it doesn’t seem like it.” Ben kissed her cheek softly and held her a bit longer in his arms. She loved how comfortable she could be around Ben and right now, a hug from him was all she needed.

“Can I tell you a little secret?” Y/N mumbled to Ben’s chest but he could still hear her words.

“Go ahead sweetheart”

“Don’t listen to what my brother says. I will wait for you as long as you want. You’re the one for me” As much as Ben appreciated the dedication, he was finally ready to confess. He was ready to say those little words that crept inside his heart from the moment he first laid eyes on her.

“You don’t have to wait much, because you and I know that I love you so much, Y/N. And it was about time I said it” Nervousness was the only thing he was feeling right now, worried about the reply he’d get.

“Benjamin James Chilwell, I love you more than anyone on the planet. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.”

“Good, because I’m not planning on it. Your words are the only I trust. And I’m hoping that I can be the perfect man for you.”

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell x y/n #ben chilwell fluff #ben chilwell one shot #chelseafc

26 notes · View notes

nerves-nebula · 1 year

Text

So my friend recently told me a story and it led to a very interesting moment.

She told me a (presumably true?) story about a psychologist or something who was studying psychopathy in people and noticed that he had the similar traits or brain scans or something and he asked his loved ones if they'd noticed any kind of psychopathic traits. And they said that yeah, he seemed generally kind of distant and cold. So he tried to perform the motions of Caring More in the ways that they consider more normal i guess.

And he came up to them and was like “I'm trying to make you feel more loved but you can probably tell I’m just going through the motions. It probably doesn’t feel genuine I should just stop.”

and they said that NO actually it was really nice, and made them feel better that he was trying and doing those little things and affirmations to show he cared even if they didn't come naturally to him.

my friends takeaway from this was that it was very sweet. it was a nice story about a guy learning to communicate his affection to people around him. and like. here's the thing. i get that, I do, it's sweet he's making an effort for them. I'm not trying to disparage the idea of making efforts for the people you love and doing things that don't come naturally to you for the sake of making them feel better. that's sweet, i get it.

but my immediate reaction was like. GOD. how depressing. his loved ones didn't care about how he showed affection, like, at all. they felt he was cold, and once they realized he was different, instead of trying to understand him and the fact that he wasn't being intentionally "cold" or whatever to them, they encourage him to go through the motions of something that feels awkward and insincere.

like they didn't teach themselves to learn that when he does a certain thing he means it a certain way, they just wanted him to go through the motions with them. and it's sweet that he did, but what about them? what are they doing to understand him?

and obviously im reading a lot into this story, and i'm putting a lot of myself into my interpretation. i'm sure he was fine with it, or else he wouldn't do it. I don't know the specifics because this is just a story i was told, so there's probably all kinds of stuff i'm not considering.

but to me it's such a depressing story. because all I've ever wanted was to not have to put up a front around the people i care about the most. i want to be able to be myself and not have to go through any of the socially accepted motions, or put up the kinds of walls that exhaust me when im interacting with people who don't know me well.

the idea that people could know me for years and never try to understand the way i show affection? the idea that they think it would be BETTER for me to go through the insincere motions of mimicking their signs of affection, instead of being genuine with how i love them?

like, what do you people even want. do you want friends? do you even want to be close to someone?? because it just sounds like you want someone to confide in, who will be fake with you as long as it comforts you. it sounds so miserable.

it sounds like being told that your love isn't enough, it's weird and wrong and not worth it. it isn't what anyone who isn't like you would want, and it isn't acceptable to believe that THEY should make an effort for YOU, even if YOU make the effort to understand THEM more.

i have made the effort. i've trained myself into saying more "nice" or "polite" things. i'm still working on my habitual cruelty, which i do without even thinking. i'm not very good at it yet but it's an ongoing process and i'm working on being more considerate. and it's not enough. it's not enough to be better, because my love and affection is still wrong and bad. because I show my dedication through actions, and I don't say enough of the meaningless phrases that are supposed to comfort you. and i'm so tired and bitter about it.

cuz even my closest friend expects me to be fake. forever. or until i've faked it enough that it's second nature to me.

i wonder if I'll be "fixed" enough for everyone by then.

#nnstuff #rambling #ableism tw #<- maybe??? idk #im pretty sure i have a personality disorder. which is kinda what this is about. idk which one tho.#vent

42 notes · View notes

cerealandchoccymilk · 1 year

Text

Trigun Bookclub: Trigun Vol.1-2, Chapter #10

previous | all

I’m doing a deep-read of the Japanese original print (reread) and Overhaul 1.0 (first read) side-by-side, and writing down everything I notice from small details, version differences, translation differences, etc.

The volume numbers will be mismatched for most of the remainder of Trigun, since the Japanese first edition is 3 volumes while all later versions are 2 volumes.

As always, here are the non-analysis panels:

And the rest is under the cut.

[link for if the images aren’t in horizontal rows]

A lot of annotation transcriptions for this entry.

My 3 girlies!!!!!!!!!!! Ever!!!!!!!!

I was waiting for Vash's antennae to go back up, but it looks like 2 of them are permanently bent now. I think it's stayed half-bent since his first encounter with Kaito in the last arc. Haven't double checked to make sure though.

Milly my beloved..... (I keep spelling it Millie every time. help) In the Japanese version, the speech bubble is "good morning," but in a barely comprehensible yawn. The yawning onomatopoea is written in small text.

Various translation corrections -

「先輩は書いても絵ハガキ程度ですよねー」 "Ma'am, you only send postcards at most, right?"

「ソレが普通ですわよ　それにもともと家訓からして「自立せよ」ですからね」 "And that's the normal amount. Besides, our family motto was 'be independent!'"

「ドライといえばドライなのかも…」 "Maybe it could be a bit unemotional/pragmatic [now that you mention it], but..."

Badwick's first appearance. Just looked ahead to check his name... I forgot how stupid it is... Badwick...... The first time we see one of my favorite art style aspects, single forms!! Love seeing black blocks and non-distinguishable limbs!! This is used a lot with Wolfwood's suit and I love it so much...

I would say Vash's line here is more like "I get it now."

Images I can hear!! I loved this scene in '98... 聞いておるのかご老体！！ By the way, Vash uses polite speech here, but in a (half-)sarcastic way. (If that makes sense...)

The background mob in this panel is... unique for sure. Skin-and-bones, some guy holding (eating?) seaweed, and a sparkly prince?

Badwick's「笑うね！！」line here is more like "You make me laugh!!" or "Ha ha, very funny!!" I know Vash jumping in front of the old couple is probably intended to just be an instinctive act of protection, but thinking about my analysis in the previous arc (#08 I think?), I can't help but think about his self-sacrificial tendencies...

On a lighter note, Meryl ends her rant with マヂ(ジ)で！！ which is kind of like... "FR!!" lol Also Vash is literally dead. Honestly he might've been better off taking the bullet than getting bonked.

Classic MillyMeryl manzai routine (not a single braincell between them). Featuring a pissed Vash.

Milly's joke is a bit hard to translate.... She's actually saying an idiom wrong. The correct phrase (what she says in Overhaul) is 大事の前の小事, which literally means "a small event before/in front of the big event." (this idiom is also an contranym but I won't get into that lol) However, the kanji she uses for 小事(shōji, small event) is switched for 障子(shōji, wood-and-paper sliding door). They look the same in romaji, but they have different tones.

Meryl's response uses English loanwords/Japanglish that's all slightly incorrect for the situation.

So, the Gramps's comments are about the fact that they're using the words wrong. Apparently Granny didn't notice!? lol

Another silly Milly... Gramps's line is a sort of double-meaning, since ボケる(bokeru) means both to be silly (as in the funny man role in manzai)(which Milly has been doing throughout) and to go senile. I love how Vash is 100% tired of this shit and just stares at us.

Japanese-only thing, but I love how he says「わーかってますって　超OKっスよ」. silly goober....

「ジオ・プラント――　肥沃化プラントの影響を受けて植物が育つ事ができる土地の総称である」 "Geoplant— The general term for land that is capable of growing flora due to the effect of a fertilizing Plant."

The term "geoplant" is actually for the affected land, not the Plant itself. Which is... confusing to be honest....

The Plants mentioned here are the capital P generator Plants, not lowercase p flora plants. This line means that among the Plants on the ships, some of them were also of the fertilization variety necessary for geoplant land. "Naturally" is continued into Gramps's line, so it should end with an ellipsis.

He says that the property became worth about the same as the area of a 300-yard radius around a ship (which I would imagine is INSANELY valuable), whether they wanted the price to rise or not.

These two lines are actually by Vash.

「おそらく地脈を伝って影響が『飛び地』したんだろうな」 "Perhaps the effects of a Plant spread along a mineral vein and ended up forming an 'enclave' here."

「でもここまでになるにはただそれだけじゃ駄目だ」 "But just that's not enough for it to get to this scale."

I love how quickly he could tell this is a geoplant and recognize how much work and love the couple has put into it.

「それにどれだけ我々が支えられてきたか言葉にならんよ」 "I can't even begin to describe how much hope it has given us."

The word he uses is actually "support," but I couldn't think of a way to make it sound decent other than the next closest word, "give hope."

Not really a translation fix - in Japanese, he says something more like "This is where our lives and hopes are."

I missed it during the annotation (will mark it later), but I think the article for "tycoon" should be "the" or "a," since Morgan hasn't appeared yet. Gramps mentions that the incident from earlier that day was also one of Morgan's threats. (The annotation should be "like what happened this morning/noon." Will also fix that later.)

I feel like this line by Gramps comes across as a bit too harshly apologetic in English compared to the original? I'm not sure how to convey it accurately though... it's more of a Japanese cultural thing.

The first speech bubble is probably by one of the elderly couple, most likely Gramps, since it says "Vash-kun". Milly calls him "Vash-san."

Also about the "lover's quarrel" tease and Meryl's response:

A common tease for male+female character pairs (and real life...), but the nice thing about this is that there's no hinting of hidden romantic feelings whatsoever (stammering, blushing, etc.). Even through a Vash/Meryl truthing lens, I think at this point there truly is nothing (realized) there yet. There's no forced hetero-amatonormative romance!! (my pet peeve in manga)

These lines are actually an exchange between Badwick and Marilyn.

「うわーーっ　いくらすっと思ってるんだその門柱！！」 "Aaahh!! [Watch what you're doing!] Just how much do you think that pillar's worth!?"

「ケチくせー事いいっこなし！！どうせアコギなマネして建てたんでしょ」 "Oh, don't be so stingy!! I bet you guilt it with shady money(/through shady means) anyways."

And that’s it for Chapter #10! As always, the Japanese annotations will be in the reblogs.

#EDIT: I LABELED THIS AS CH9 (ITS CH10) AND DIDNT NOTICE FOR A MONTH SORRY #this ones kinda boring lmao #already said most of the stuff i want to say in the annotation...#btw all my annotations will be revised to match the bookclub entry before theyre distributed into pdf #thats what i mean when i say fix later #trigunbookclub #trigun annotation #trigun #trigun manga

28 notes · View notes

hunted-moth · 1 year

Text

Forest Of Dreams PT6: Dear Diary

Neytiri x reader

Wordcount // 7k

Summary // Lynn documents her progress in video logs as Neytiri updates her mother on the skills she's passing on to Lynn.

Warning // talks about death, language, animal death,

A/N //Ok so this chapter is gonna be a little different just a warning, it's not gonna be drastic just a different I guess idk. So you know that scene where Jake does a video log of what he's learning that's what this is but it also sprinkles in some solely Neytiri scenes with her family

Also I’m so done writing this if it’s bad or really fast paced that’s why

Speaking Na’vi (unless were with just Neytiri)

[Y/n is talking in a video log]

«Neytiri's memory»

‘Thoughts’

*Whispering*

*Mini time skip, like a small location change

You sat down on a table with the camera, adjusting it to make your face more in frame, and flicked it on. You were so tired you half debated on just sleeping in the pod that night

[ alright, so this is… vid log 15, times 1357 hours or just 1:57 now 58,] you slouched your shoulder and dragged your hands across your face [do I have to do this like now, I'm exhausted grace,] You tried to plea with Grace [“nope, do it now when you still remember”] you turned back and continued your log of the day

[alright im in the cabin right now and the days go by in a bink]

[the language is a pain in the ass sometimes]

“No no it is Mikyun, MIK-YUN, try again” “Maiky-” she smacked your forehead “MIKYUN” she pointed to her ears while you rubbed your forehead “Mikjan?” she flicked your ears “Mikyuun” “Mikyun” you had finally got the word right, she nodded her head before moving onto eyes “Nari”

[some words I know by heart now, like skxawng, which means moron or idiot, get called that a lot by her]

You are in the river hopping from rock to rock “Hey Neytiri, race ya” You begin to jump from rock to rock before your foot slips on a particularly slippery rock, Neytiri just rolled her eyes while looking down at you “skxawng”

[Norm and Jake's attitude towards each other has gotten better though. when Norm helps me with the language, Jake joins sometimes]

You were sitting on the table while Norm was teaching you to pronounce ‘oel ngati kameie’ correctly. you knew how to say it already. It being the first phrase Neytiri drilled into you

“Ok so the hand movement is important, it's like giving a handshake to someone important” you explained to Jake “Yeah it's like I see you but not seeing physically but spiritually like I understand you” Norm elaborated on the social side of the greeting

[on typical days we go in the treetops and explore, My feet are getting tougher, my legs are moving faster by the day, and my body is stronger the more im here. Neytiri says ‘I have to trust my body, don't think just do’]

You and Neytiri were running along the canopy going from branch to branch, she was ahead and you had to keep up with her. She grabbed ahold of a branch and swung to another one, you slowed for a moment before leaping towards the branch and running with her again

[but sometimes I think she's trying to kill me]

As you and Neytiri were running you saw her leap off a branch deeper into the canopy of huge leaves. You saw her glide and slide to each leaf effortlessly, and eventually land gracefully. You looked down in awe at her before you realized you'd have to jump down to her as well. You debated in your mind if you really wanted to risk this but Neytiri beckoned you to come with her hand

“fuck it, you only live once” You tilted your head and looped your bow around you, backing up before running off, throwing yourself into the air. you're pretty sure all of Pandora could hear your terrified screams as you descended. You hit every leaf on your way down rather harshly. And unlike Neytiri, you somehow got caught in a few vines

You attempted to grab the leaves to slow the fall but it was useless. Neytiri was just wincing at you as you fell. She jumped back a bit when your bow landed near her before you finally came down. You landed on an oversized mushroom which, thankfully, broke your fall. You rolled off it hitting the ground hard though. You stood up looking up trying to act nonchalantly as possible as you brushed off your collected vines and picked up your bow

[she even showed me some na'vi costumes and such]

As you were walking on the forest floor doing some tracking when you came across a fruit. It looked like a banana, though a heavily misshapen banana. You picked it up to examine it. It looked fresh as well

“Hey Neytiri, what's this kind of fruit?” She looked up from the tracks to see you holding a utumauti, she got up and walked over to you “You found a utumauti, a canopy fruit. They are very hard to find fresh and untouched.” she took the fruit from you to expect it “it's considered lucky to find one like this” and handed the fruit back to you

“Eat it you deserve it” You nodded your head and tried to find a way to open it, “you want some Neytiri?” she shook her head “It is considered rude to take” You shrugged your shoulders before taking a bite out of the fruit “I won't find it rude if you take some” you offered a big pice to her. She reached out her hand hesitantly before finally taking it and eating it. Some of the juice squirted out of her mouth, and without thinking you went to whip it away with your thumb

She stood frozen, her cheeks darkened a little bit, she smacked your hand away and went back to the trails she “skxawng” she muttered under her breath. Only then did you realize your action and apologized

[I have come to realize that archery is not my forte, and I believe it's because of my posture. ]

Your archery abilities were far from desired. You had a bad stance, and you couldn't aim for shit. On your first few days, Neytiri would often smack your arms into place and pat your core to get you to strengthen it

“Txur ni’ul, stronger” She gestured to her core and breathed in deep, you readjusted your posture hoping it would be correct this time. But apparently, this was worse cause she just approached you and manually adjusted your posture, and told you to shoot before slapping your elbow back into place again.

You didn't even hit the target…

You heard laughing in the distance to see Salau coming towards you with her bow in hand “Haha Lynn your so bad” she pointed her finger at you, you looked down at her with annoyance on your face “Well if you're so good why don't you give it a try kid” you challenge and she just smirked at you, she got into position and released her arrow

It was a bullseye…damnit

She looked at you with a shit-eating grin while you scowled down at her and stuck your tongue at her. Neytiri eventually sent her away to get back to your lessons

[Every day, we watch the trails, look at the tracks near the watering hole, and listen carefully for any noises. Or changes in the smell of the air]

Neytiri said you two would track some nantangs. First, she had you identify what their tracks looked like. You found some trails and followed them for a long distance until you thought you had lost them.

Neytiri stopped at new tracks. She inspected the dirt, her head went in a direction before you both heard something in the distance. She went towards it as you followed her

You two crawled up a small incline to see a family a nantangs, a mother, and some pups. Now you were a little scared because the last time you had a run-in with them they tried to kill you. But the more you looked the more you cooed at the pups, you couldn't help but think of dogs when you saw them

[she talks about the energy of the forest and how it flows in the animal's spirits- “Hope the tree-hugging craps, not your final”] Jake interrupted your log with a laugh [“It isn't all about the eye-hand coronation and studying for some test”] Grace also chimed into your log [“she needs to listen to what Neytiri is teaching her”] jake gave a look and used a hand to mock grace, you just rolled your eyes

[“Try to see the forest through her eyes”] You turned around to them with an annoyed look on your face [“hey im kinda busy doing something, could you two quit it”] Jake put his hands up in mock surrender with a grin, while grace hummed and went back to her work.

[I managed to gather some courage to talk to Neytiri's parents. Asked if Grace, Norm, and Jake could visit the village sometime, Eytukan was hesitant, but Mo’at looked excited at the idea]

Norm walked up to Mo’at with his head down in fear and respect, he introduced himself and Jake was right behind him ready to go “I see you tsahik Mo’at, may the great mother smile down on our first meeting” Mo’at leaned over to Grace “he speaks well”

When it was Jake's turn “I See You…Tshakik Mo’At. May Mother Smile…To Us…First Meeting” it was botched, so botched you couldn't hold in your laughter, Mo’at leaned over again “Him not so much” The two older women laughed at this meeting

Sometime later you brought Grace over to the group of children you grew fond of

“Hello, children” Grace walked to a group of children, salau’s popped her head towards to voice and practically ran to Grace with the other excited children behind her. Grace kneeled down to accept them in a hug

“You all grew so big” The children all surrounded her with smiles so big it looked like their faces would split. the girls grabbed at her small braids “You all are so pretty” The girls giggled at the compliment

“You still remember your English lessons” They all nodded their heads, especially Salau. She got to practice by talking to you. She pointed to her ears and all the children said ‘ears’ in English. Then she started to count on her fingers, they all counted up to three on their fingers, but Grace continued up to four on her, she wiggled her pinky and all the kids giggled at it

In the corner of your eyes, you could see Jake looking around the village, many of the warriors eyeing him suspiciously, especially Tsu'tey. You walked towards him and threw your arm around his shoulder “Brother, your Na’vi is terrible” he scoffed and unlatched you from your grasp, but you took his arm o show him some stuff

[Neytiri finally takes me to hunt with her, sometimes we find animals and just admire them together]

You and Neytiri were looking at tracks again when you two came across a herd of sturmbeast. You went to draw your bow but Neytiri stopped you. “You are not ready, for now just watch” She went back to observing the animals. She looked calm and collected, she was just admiring the animals, something she always did when you would into the forest.

[sometimes she takes me out at night, she says it to bask in the great mother's beauty, but I think she just wants to hang out]

While exploring at night you came across some fan lizards or kenten as they called them. You saw it on a branch, Neytiri shook your shoulder encouraging you to touch it. You reached your hand out to it slowly, when you grazed it its wings shot out in a circle and floated away, you laughed and looked to Neytiri. She laughed and went to some tall grass and scared some more kenten and chased them around trying to catch them.

You looked around to see them all fly away, Neytiri acted kinda…cute in a way, she chased them around while grunting at them, you reached towards one, and another came flying towards you. You leaped for it but it was too high, both you and Neytiri couldn't stop laughing.

One flew past you both, you looked at each other, you grinned, and started to race towards it, she took after you not long after. She was catching up with you, so you ran faster, you hopped over logs and branches trying to catch the kenten.

You hopped onto a branch while Neytiri ran under it. You made your final leap to the kenten but alas it flew too high, you fell to the forest floor and landed with a thud. You open your eyes to see Neytiri looking at you. You stare at each other for a moment before you start to laugh. She was still under when you popped yourself onto your knees, she started to laugh to when she pushed you off her.

You landed in the dirt still laughing when a kenten landed near you. you were quick to grab it. It rested in your hands as you inspected it, Neytiri brushed up against you to get a better look at it, and you moved it closer to her. You two let it walk on your hands before letting it go. You two just sat in silence letting yourselves catch your breaths.

Now you were admiring eyes beauty, everything glowed, as the now familiar greens, blues, and purples glowed like stars. You didn't know it but while you were admiring the forest, someone else was admiring you, like you were stars.

[I even get to ride on neytiris ikran seze. That was pretty fun but also terrifying]

You once again made the trek up Home Tree to the canopy. Neytiri was dressed in raiding clothes, as you had come to learn.

“What are we doing today? You already showed me your Ikran” Once you made it to the top she turned towards you giving you a piece of meat “I am showing you how to fly, so you know what to do when you become taronyu” You nodded to show you understood

“But how will I do that” Neytiri smirked and then turned her back to you. She proceeded to make the same calls that she did when she first showed you this place. That's when you connected the dots “Oh no don't tell me-” you were caught off by an ikran flying out from the tree, the same one Neytiri rides “This is Seze, my ikran, She has seen many hunts with me” she beckoned you forward, you kept your head down as to avoid her eyes

Neytiri took your wrist and held it up to Seze's mouth “We will ride her together, but first she must be comfortable with you” You looked up and looked at her mouth and offered the meat to her. She took it happily, and when she finished it she chirped happily.

Neytiri praised the animal before giving her another piece of meat. She made the bond with her and hopped on, she held out her hand to you, and you looked at it for a moment before eventually grabbing her hand. You swung your body over seze and sat behind Neytiri. You were unsure where to put your hands but just decided to put them on her shoulders.

“Are you ready?” you made your sitting more comfortable “Yep” and with the confirmation, she took off fast, out of instinct you wrapped your arms around her waist to get a better grip, scared you'd fall off. You could faintly hear a gasp leave Neytiri's lips, out of the shock neytiri lost focus and seze reacted by declining a bit. But Neytiri quickly focused again and seze flew straight again.

After overcoming your initial panic, you looked around and noticed that you were actually up in the air. You could feel the wind blowing on your face and your hair whipping around in the breeze. You loosened your hold on Neytiri's waist to get a better look over the waterfall you flew over, as Neytiri looked over at you, she couldn't help but notice the look of amazement on your face. She gave you a grin that could’ve made your day if you saw it.

"Hold on tight," she said as she got into position. You both began to ascend at an angle, with Seze flying higher and higher until she suddenly stopped and began to fall backward, causing the three of you to plummet downwards. You let out a scream of terror and once again your hold on her waist tightened, you could hear Neytiri laughing, you wanted to yell at her but you could feel seze turn upwards

Your tight hold on her loosened a bit when she leveled out, at this point, you had an iron grip on her and seze. You heaved heavily, your heart fell to your ass and you felt dizzy “Never- never do that again” You placed a hand over your heart to calm it down. But she just laughed as you both flew.

[Thankfully Neytiri didn't try anything else, or I would’ve died on seze]

[well that's all that happened today, now I'm going to take my happy ass to bed, Lynn Sully signing off]

The log turned off and showed your other logs, Jake just stared at himself. He went to download the newest entry you recorded. He felt conflicted, he could see just how happy you were, how much you were learning, so to just take it and hand it over to Quaretch made him feel like he was backstabbing you, well in a way he was.

“We're buying time Jake” Trudy came over to him “If we dont give him something they’ll pull the plug on us” Jake took her words into consideration and handed her the port. Just as he did both Grace and Norm came into the cabin, talking about the samples they just took.

“Alright I'm about to head out, Do we need anything” “Yeah could you pick us some cocoa and peanut butter, Jake what does Lynn like” Jake looked up at her “Hmm, oh she likes pudding cups, any flavor…really”

////

[LOCATION- CABINS/Hometree]

“Ok so tomorrow HQ is making us do medical checkups, unfortunately, we can't get out of those,” Grace said with a hint of annoyance, it was a rare moment where all five of you sat eating dinner together “They will take all day so that means you will have to take a break from lessons with Neytiri” you paused midbite at that information “but-” “no buts, you have to, you’ll have to tell her”

The next morning you got up early and got into the link pod to talk to Neytiri. you woke up to see Neytiri already awake staring at you. Her eyes were wide like she just got caught doing something

“Umm morning” you waved to her while sitting up “Oh yes, good morning” she to started to get up, getting out of her snonivi, she noticed that you didn't make any attempts “Why aren't you getting up?” you scratched your head “umm well I have to go to home base for a medical check-up, it's mandatory so I can't do lessons with you. Sorry” you offered an empathic smile to her

“Oh, ok I understand” For some unknown reason she felt saddened by the thought of not spending time with you “If I have time ill try and come down, but can't make any promises” She shook her head “No, it's fine, you don't need to come”

there was an awkward silence in the air before she turned away, she could hear rustling in the air before she descended the spiral

* (Pass this point all na’vi will be typed normally)

She used to train for her tsahik duties with her mother, but your lessons had interrupted them. She entered the healing tent and sat with her mother “My child, why are you here and not training LynnSuli?” Mo’at was grinding some herbs “She is busy today and can't make it” Neytiri looked away, only looking in her mother's direction when she handed her some paste she had made earlier

Mo’at hummed at the explanation, “Well, how has the dream walker been doing?” neytiri's tail swished to the side a bit “Well, her language has gotten better, she can hold a conversation before reverting to her tongue”

« “Umm…could you please hand me the wrap, please” You Na’vi had improved immensely, you could actually talk to people without pausing every second to remember a word, “you're getting better, you dont sound like a child” You had puffed your chest out at the compliment, “Of course, it has, I have the best teacher” You winked at her before you started to eat your food »

“Hmm, I heard from Tsu'tey that her shooting was that of a child, is that still true” Mo’at had a grin on her face as she elbowed her daughter “No, her shooting has gotten better too, she actually hits the target” she chuckled a bit

« you drew the bow back, your posture almost perfect, key word almost. You had gotten better to the point that Neytiri had stopped smacking you into the correct place. As she adjusted your elbow and forearm you couldn't help but notice how close she had gotten, her face was practically next to yours before she noticed the closeness. She backed away and motioned to shoot. You shook your head with a small smile and released the arrow, this time it was really close to a bullseye. You had a big smile on your face and turned to Neytiri “Hey look, I hit the target, and so close to the center!” you went over to the target to retrieve the arrow while Neytiri shook her head in amusement. »

The day had passed by rather slowly for Neytiri, without your usual banter.

Currently, she was eating lunch with her family, along with Tsu'tey. “My daughter, why do you look sad” Neytiris's father, Eytukan, had asked as she didn't really engage in conversation

“Nothing Father” her mother scoffed at that “She misses her Tawtute, she was mopping around all day in the hut” Eytukan seemed interested in this information “Why do you miss this Tawtute my daughter?” she looked embarrassed at the question “I do not miss her, just…umm…board without her, her dumb antics are funny” she straightened her posture to make it look like she knew what she was saying, when in fact she was just bull shitting her response, she really did miss you

“Hmm, well if your so board without her, why dont you entertain us with stories about her little antics” her mother tried to help her daughter, “it's what I do when your father is away from me” but she also wanted to know a little about you, since you tend to avoid her out of fear “she seems to have plenty river stone beads in her hair” Neytiri seemed to think about it

« “Hey Neytiri look at this stone!” you two were by the river, and your eye happened to catch a really pretty teal stone “Yes, it is really pretty, will you do something with it?” you looked up at her with curiosity “what do you mean” she nealed down with you “you can turn these rocks into beads and craft them into something, or you can put them into your hair” she pulled a bundle of her braids “like mine, these were carved from wood”

Where her hair was braided with little beads in them, your hair on the other hand was very basic and plain at the moment, it had a few small braids done by Salau but the rest of it was loses and tied back “yeah sure can you show me how?”

You two would often come to this bed and pick out rocks you'd find cool or pretty “Back on earth we call these rocks Basalt, there are made up of plagioclase and pyroxene minerals” You went to pick up another one “and this one would be granite, its made up of quartz, potassium feldspar, and sodium feldspar” you looked to Neytiri to make sure she understood, she nodded her head so you continued, in truth she didn't understand a word you were saying but you looked happy

“Typically, these rocks have rough edges, but being near a body of water caused them to erode over time due to the constant washing. This process usually takes years, but I believe that the water in Pandora has a higher level of acidity, which accelerates the erosion.” you went on and on about the rocks and Neytiri just sat there and listened and tried to understand what you were saying. You had collected so many stones that they decorated your once bare hair »

“Lynn really likes rocks, we go by to the river and she picks up the stones and admirer them-” a loud laugh cut Neytiri “HAHA, that demon likes rocks, HAHA, of course, she likes rocks she is dumb as one-” Tsu'tey yelped when Neytiri pinched him “she is not dumb! She says back on earth she was the smartest eveng in her school, she went to a school to be knowledgeable in stones to”

she tried to defend you but Tsu'tey still insulted you “If she was so smart then why does she learn rocks” Neytiri and Tsu'tey arguing were starting to grate on Eytukans nerves “ENOUGH! Tsu'tey” Mo’at then stepped in “Lynnsuli is strange but we must value all of Eywas creations, even ones as small as rocks” Tsu’tey huffed at the notion and Neytiri wore a smirk showing she won the augment

The four of them continued their meal before they heard someone come up to them “NEYTIRI!” she looked over her shoulder to see Salau running towards them “Have you seen Lynn? I haven't seen her all day” she huffed like she just ran a lap around hone tree “She had to do Tawtute things so is not here” Salau shoulders slumped a bit “Aww, I was hopping she could play with me” Neytiri patted the ground “Well, why dont you sit with us for a bit” Salau ears perked up before sitting down

The five of them sat and talked and finished eating their lunches. They all left at one point, Salau and Tsu’tey to do lessons, Eytukan was requested, and Mo’at went back to the healing tent. Leaving only Neytiri. When she finished her food she went out to the riverbed. She was just walking when she noticed a nugget of amber, she picked it up and walked back to home tree with it

////

[LOCATION- HELLS GATE Hours before]

You were just finishing up your check-up when someone from the bridge came over to you and the doctor “Mr. Selfrige requested Lynn Sully, alone” You looked to Grace, he seemed to tack that alone because of her. She nodded to you “alright I'm almost done just give me a minute

You and the guy from earlier walk into the bridge to see Selfridge playing mini golf again, it seems that’s every time you see him he's playing golf, “Mr. Selfridge, Lynn Sully is here” The man presented you to him and walked back to his station. “Ms. Sully, happy to you in the flesh again” he didn't even look up to look at you “Yeah, whatcha need me for sir, if I may ask?”

He finally looked up at you “Yes,” he pointed at you “if you just wait for a minute for my other guest ill explain everything to you” he walked over to his office and you followed, once you got in there another man entered. He just happened to be Colonel Quaritch “You must be the Lynn sully I've heard so much about” he stuck out his hand for you to shake it “Oh um yeah, nice to meet you *I guess*” you shook his hand then retracted it back into your pocket.

Selfridge spoke up catching your attention “Well I'm sure you wonder why I called you in,” he took a swig of his coffee before continuing “The thing is we need you to hurry up your process of moving the natives out, so, for now, I want you to report to Quaritch-” that confused you “why do I need to report to him?” he gave a blank stare

“Before I was interrupted, I was going to say that we plan on actively making them move, by force. And your reports will be nice to have” Quaritch stepped in “Think of it as an extra motivator for you, if you don't get them out peacefully, my team will have to get them out with force”

“And what if I refuse?” you were getting pissed, your fist were balled up in anger, Selfridge answered “We’ll pull you from the program and send you back to earth” Quaritch also added to the pile of bad news “and we’ll go ahead and remove them, it can be done as soon as now” there really was nothing you could do, if you refused they go ahead with it, but if you agreed you could at least get them out naturally.

You hung your head in both shame and anger “Fine, ill do it” Selfridge perked up “Good, you already wasted two months and a half, just speed it up and you'll be fine” he dismissed you both, you looked out the many windows to see it was already nightfall, you plans of spending time with Neytiri were squashed.

By the time you all got back to the cabin, you wanted to sleep. But grace all made you eat dinner together again

Your mood had spilled into the room, Jake kept looking back at you and then to Grace “Hey, what's wrong with you?” Jake asked while stuffing his sandwich in his mouth “I was planning to spend time with Neytiri” Norm looked at you sympathetically “Yeah that does suck, I would kill to be learning the Omatikaya ways” Jake looked at Norm with a blank face “I dont think that's what she meant” he looked at you “what does she mean then?” Jake put his hand on your shoulder and then on his heart “She just misses her girlfriend Neytiri”

“Lay off man, I dont like Neytiri like that, besides, she promised to that guy Tsu’tey” Jake didn't buy it “Yeah, and I can breathe the air here” “fuck off jarhead” you bit into your sandwich with some aggression behind it

You got up and went to bed, just wanting this dreadful day to end

You settled into your top bunk, and you looked at the ceiling that was bare, on normal nights you could see the stars before you woke up in the link pod, but tonight you'd have to imagine the stars to go to bed. Sooner than later you felt sleep take you in its arms.

You were chasing someone in the beautiful forest of Pandora. You hopped over bioluminescent logs and branches. Ducked under branches. And crossed over a small river before you finally caught the mystery woman. The two of you were laughing before she escaped your grasp and ran away again.

You chased after her with the biggest smile on your face, her laughter could be heard echoing through the forest.

By the time you caught up to her again, you were at a tree, it glowed like the stars in the night. She stopped running by this time, she was standing, just admiring the tree. You came up behind her and grabbed her by her waist. She giggled and writhed and you grasp. You set her down on the ground. She turned around, and when she did you couldn't help but gasp. Cause who was this mystery woman exactly?

Nytiri

You two just stared into each other's eyes. You studied every detail on her face. Her freckles glowed against her skin, and the markings on her face framed it beautifully. Some braids fell in front of her face, you slowly went to brush them behind her ear. You went to lean in closer, her doing the same. Just as your lips were about to meet

You gasped awake. Your heart was racing and sweat coated your forehead. You checked the time to see it was 3 in the morning. You laid down again, instead of sleeping again, you were thinking about what your mind just conjured up. Yes, you had dreamed about girls before, but they were just girls you found cute. You never really thought of Neytiri like that, or at least that's what you thought

Yeah, there had been times you thought she was pretty, and times when you thought she was more beautiful than the moons. But you never thought you could think of her in the light.

While staring at your ceiling you fell back asleep again.

Hours later you woke up to both your alarm and the strike of thunder. You sighed and got down from your bunk and went to get ready for the day.

You eat breakfast and brush your teeth, by the time you were ready Norm was awake

“Hey Norm, sleep well” you waved to him as you walked over to the pod bay “Yeah it was alright, though you waking up didn't help” you paused “Oh you heard that? My bad didn't know I was that loud” you rudded your neck while looking at him “its fine, but what woke you up?”

‘crap, do I tell him? He's not Jake I'm sure he wouldn't make fun of me, but what if he tells Jake, ill never hear the end of it from him’

“Oh umm, a dream is all” You shuffled off to your link pod before he could ask any more questions

////

[LOCATION- HOME TREE]

You descended down the spiral to see Neytiri walking towards you. You waved to her while walking over to her. Your dream from last night flashed in your mind giving you pause. You quickly snapped out of it when she stopped in front of you

“Hey Neytiri, sorry I couldn't come yesterday” Neytiri had a small smile on her face and had her hands behind her back “It is fine, though it was boring without you” You cocked a smile on your face “Really, so what your saying is that you missed me” her cheeks burned at that notion “no, it's just your dumb antics are funny, and without it, it is dull”

You shook your head “Ahh, well glad to know I can be funny to you” Neytiri shifted her weight on her other leg, and you noticed she had her hand behind her back “Whatcha got there Neytiri?” her eyes widen before she hesitantly pulled her hands to her front. In her hands was a necklace

“I made this yesterday, it's made from amber I found near the river, figured you’d like it”. You took the necklace out of her hands and examined it. The necklace had teal thread. And a polished amber rod in the middle, it was beautiful. You looked at her with big eyes, and she looked back at you with expecting eyes “Neytiri-” she cut you off “If you don't like it I can just keep it” She reached for it but you held her back and held it in the air away from her

“WOAH hold your horses! I really like it, do you think you could put it on for me?” you laughed at her reaction, she was clearly nervous about you rejecting her gift. She stopped her attempts. you turned around and moved any hair out of the way. She tied a knot in the necklace and tapped your shoulder

“Too bad I don't have a mirror, But I bet I look good” You smiled down at her, and she gave you a small smile “We should go eat” She took your arm “I'm sure this body is hungry” and as if on cue, your stomach rumbled, you blushed a bit before being taken by her.

You two walked over to where the other people ate, your presence had become so common that the people no longer stared at you with disgust or fear, now they looked at you with indifference or just waved and smiled at you.

The two of you walked over to where you normally sat but Neytiri just kept walking, she looked back and nodded her head for you to follow her.

The more you walked the closer you got to where you'd be sitting, and wouldn't you know it, it was with her parents and Tsu’tey.

She sat down and looked at you, seeing you frozen in place. She rolled her eyes and yanked you down.

“Hello, Lynnsuil, trust that we won't bite '' her mother teased, clearing the tension “I might'' tsu'tey jokes, you giggled a little bit. You opened your wrap, it was just some vegetable that was cooked.

Her father was the next to say something “I see my daughter finally gave you that necklace to you” he eyed your neck well your new necklace to be specific. In the corner of your eye you could see Neytiri freeze, her father continued “She's been working on it for weeks now, yesterday she finished when she found the amber.” “Oh yeah, hehe, it's beautiful” You didn't know what to say really “She gets her craftiness from her mother” he smirked at Mo’at

You all sat in the circle talking and eating. Moat and Eytukan share embarrassing stories about Neytiri and Tsu’tey, both of them objecting whenever a new story was shared

“There was this one time Neytiri was running with her sister in the river, they were jumping from rock to rock, Neytiri challenged her sister to a race, and as soon as it started she slipped into the river” Both Eytukan and Mo’at laughed, Neytiri groaned and hid behind her hair. You laughed though, cause she constantly made fun of you or lecture you when you'd make mistakes.

Though one thing was clawing at the back of your mind, where was her sister? Grace mentioned that she had one but you never saw her. And she came up in storys

“Hey if you dont mind me asking, where is her sister? I haven't seen her since I got here, is she doing something outside of a home tree?” they all went silent, they stared at you, Tsu’tey stood up and stormed off. “She died at the hands of the sky people” was all Eytukan told you before he to stood up and left. Your eyes widened “Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't know” Mo’at put a hand on your shoulder “It is ok child, you didn't know, her death still plagues our hearts” You looked to Neytiri, she looked upset you could tell she was resisting the urge to cry “why dont you two go start your lessons for the day?”

The two of you walked. The only words Neytiri had spoken was that you two would hunt.

You want to say something, but comforting wasn't your strong suit, hell the way you and Jake comforted each other after toms funeral was getting drunk.

But you decided you should at least try, she was your friend after all. You put your hand on her shoulder, preventing her from walking. “Do you, uhh, want to talk about it?” her shoulders tensed before she turned her head to you. She had a debate in her head before she quietly nodded her head. The two of you sat on an exposed root,

It was silence before she started to talk “My sister was a kind woman, wise beyond her years” She had a faint smile when remembering her sister “It was her and Tsu’tey who would've led the clan after my parents, but she was taken by the sky people, murdered where she stood in graces school, for trying to fight against the sky people poisoning our waters” you remembered the bullet holes at graces school, your heart dropped for Neytiri. You grabbed her hand and squeezed it

You looked into her eyes, with words she thanked you. You understood her grief. Only three days before you left your brother was ripped out of your life

“You know how I mentioned my brother Jake and the stupid stuff we did? Well I have another older brother, his name was Tom” you started to tell her about tom, before this you spoke of him, it hurt to much

Lhe and Jake were twins but we're nothing alike” you joked “Jake was dumb as a rock but good at anything physical while Tom was the Brains, couldn’t run for the life of him”

You could feel tears sting your eyes but you continued “After our parents died, he took me in while Jake served, when we were accepted into the avatar program we were so happy, we trained together, studied together” Your grip on her hand tightened

“but he was murdered by a thief, all he wanted was his money” by this time tears slipped through your eyes. This was the first time you cried since your brother's death, the first time you cried for him

You felt Neytiri's hand leave you and move to your back “I'm sorry for your loss” you wiped the tears from your eyes, “yeah, I'm sorry for your sister as well, she sounded brave” you looked into her eyes, they were big and looked glossed over. She stood up and grabbed her bow “we must continue our hunt”

When you got up you noticed an imprint on the soil, you crouched down to notice and yerik tracks “hey i found some tracks, they seem fresh” you looked around a bit “they seem to lead this way” you pointed with your bow

It was started to rain by now, making reading the trails a bit difficult but you still manage to find a yerik grazing.

You crouched low to the ground, and drew you bow. It seemed to noticed you when it hissed at you and flared its frills at you to scare you off. You drew your bow back taking aim, you let your arrow go, it hit it dead center on its torso.

As it feel to the ground you both rushed to its side, you drew your knife and crouched next to the animal howling in pain.

“I See you, Brother, and thank you.” you started the prayer before finally ending its pain “Your spirit goes with Eywa, your body stays behind to become part of the People.” you sheathed your knife and took the arrow “a clean kill” you looked to Neytiri

“you are ready”

Next // PT 7 coming soon

Previous // PT 5 New Friends

Taglist // @msboucles , @kitty-chan33

// Masterlist //

A/N // holy shit this took so long… but hey my summer break just started for me so I have more time to write.

Oh also if you want to be added to a tag list let me know I can totally make that happen :D

#avatar #fanfic #neytiri x reader #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #james cameron avatar #jake sully #grace augustine #wlw fanfic #x reader fanfiction #x fem!reader #I’m so tired I want to take a nap #Cnake garden

27 notes · View notes

dark-elf-writes · 1 year

Note

ROUND TWO! It is still technically tomorrow so yeah.... 😁

-(Remus. Safety. A port in the storm while everything shattered around him.)

Oh honey, hugs all of the hugs. This whole passage is fucking beautiful. The moment of Harry realizing Shouta is testing him and appreciating it. Recognizing where the adults in his life failed him and seeing that the man in front of him won't fail his students in the ways Harry was failed. AAAHHHH

-(Dark eyes looked him up and down. “Take ten. No need to traumatize them by throwing a zombie at their feet.”

Harry scoffed, edging around Shouta to open the door he hadn’t bothered locking (anyone who could break into UA and get past all of the staff to a top floor flat and could get around Bill’s wards deserved to steal his shit honestly) and shooting the man a rather unimpressed look even as he nodded for him to follow. “I know damn well you own a mirror being married to Yamada so the only other options are you’re blind and just a very good actor or you’re so deep in denial you truly believe you don’t look worse than I do and I’ve literally died four times.”)

AAHAHAHAHUENJDSAKGNR CALL HIM OUT! but for real I love this. We see sassy Harry and Shouta, sir, pot kettle. ahahaha

-(Twenty teenagers looked back at him, eyes bright with suspicion as they shifted their stances to cover the little girl in their midst. The little girl who had no problem popping her head around a massive shoulder to beam at Harry and Shouta as they approached.

“Hi, Harry-san!” The white haired girl waved. “Did you bring more cookies?”)

Leave it to the tiny human to relieve the tension of the room. And sassing Bakugou to boot. Love it.

-(With a shriek of laughter Eri launched herself from the green haired kid’s back and wormed her way between the protective gathering of teenagers to collide with Harry’s leg, going up on her toes to check the container. “Where’s Teddy?”

“With Weasley-Sensei. If your dad is okay with it you can come over for dinner tonight to see them.”

She didn’t so much as look at Shouta. “Dad says yes.”)

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 THIS SWEET HILARIOUS CHILD! I CAN'T SHE MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS! The only thing that would have made this better is if Hizashi had been present to witness it.

-(This time, Harry did smile, letting every shattered piece of himself show in the lopsided lift of his lips. Let them see the boy he was: fifteen and so fucking angry at the unfairness of everything, sixteen and terrified of the monsters that lurked around every corner, seventeen and tired down to his very bones. Let them see the reflection looking back at them.

One child soldier to twenty. )

god fucking damn the absolute beauty in the writing here. dsjabcim I'm speechless. 10000000000/10

-(“You look like a fucking fetus.” Bakugou hissed. “How the hell can you be a Top Ten?” )

Cackling at this. Just the phrasing. Hit me right in the funny bone for some reason🤣🤣

-(“Dormant.” At the kid’s surprised blink, Harry shrugged. “I have a no slur policy when it comes to my students. That includes against themselves.” Which had been developed the exact moment Aoyama hissed the word. Not that Harry was going to tell them that. )

Yup good policy, timing don't matter. Nope not at all.

-(they are in my top five most terrifying sisters)

Who's number one? Ginny or Hermione because I feel like that could go either way lmfao

-THE ENTIRE END NOTE OF CHAPTER SEVEN HAD ME LAUGHING TO TEARS

-(“Welcome to the world, cub,” Harry breathed, pulling back to press a kiss to Teddy’s temple. “You hungry?”

Teddy let out a jaw cracking yawn, rubbing at their eyes with the back of their hands, and blinked at him uncomprehendingly. After a second, they nodded. )

AAAAWWEWW The mental picture of sleepy little Teddy is just javirughdxkwiaiurytlh;iwo I CAN'T

-(Harry shrugged. “Bragging rights, mostly. I’m in a new country at a new job with very little of my reputation carrying over and only to a select few people who already knew about me anyway. All of you are the next generation of heroes and will more than likely make up a second chunk of the Top Fifty in the next few years. I need something to prove to my kid that I’m still cool when they inevitably decide one of you is their second favorite hero.”

Disbelieving eyes came from all around the room. Well, except for Asui and Sero. As the two with the most experience with young children, there was not so much as a flicker of doubt in their eyes that street cred with a seven year old was Harry primary motivation. Harry smiled back at all of them, unrepentant. )

Believe him guys. Believe him. 🤣🤣🤣And he's not wrong, room full of the future? He doesn't stand a chance at being his kid's favorite if he doesn't work for it🤣🤣🤣🤣

-(“If your ghosts try to convince you that dying is fun, just know that they are liars and it absolutely is not.”

______

From the moment they had first met their new sensei, Izuku had been pretty sure that he was, on some level, completely fucking insane. )

THE PLACEMENT OF THESE SENTENCES IS FUCKING PERFECT👩‍🍳💋 🤣🤣🤣

-(One singularity recognizing another. )

I'm going to keep sounding like a god damn broken record but this entire passage is fucking poetry. Like fucking hell, 'it was more than their shared green eyes. more than the bruised eyes and too thin cheeks. more than the massive scar that took up half of the man's face that seem to glow with an eerie green light." jdfaiuhganfvjfdkalghr Fucking master of words you are.

-(“ Excuse me? ” First hissed, materializing at Izukums shoulder with the same pissed off cat expression he had given Second after he broke Izuku’s laptop during movie night.

“You’re excused.” Potter-sensei shrugged. Shrugged. Like dealing with angry ghosts was normal for him. )

ahshasjiafownejwlafnuju SASSY HARRY!!!!!

-Okay death calling Harry a disaster twink in the end note completes my entire existence.

-(There was a snort and Harry lifted his head enough to see an unmasked Snipe grinning at the two of them. “Ah yes, the first day ‘how did my teachers ever put up with me’ guilt. Bright side, you didn’t have a single broken bone in your class and there was no Nezu level threat against humanity as a whole so y’all did a damn good job.”

“The bar is so low,” Hermione whispered in horror, setting Harry off in half hysterical giggles.)

Nezu level threat is the most terrifying thing to happen on a teacher's first day, bar none. nothing else. nope.

-(Harry blinked. “Since when are you on a first name basis with Aoyama?”

“Like two minutes ago, dad, keep up. They’re Aunt Fleur’s cousin and that makes us cousins so Yuuga is family and last names with family is weird unless it’s for a joke.” He didn’t have to look to know there was a duh expression on Teddy’s face,

“Did you ask Aoyama if you can use their first name, or did you assume?” Teddy’s silence was the only answer Harry needed. “Teddy—.”

point two seconds later

“Can I call you Yuuga because we’re cousins?”

Teddy turned back to Harry, still wearing Aoyama’s face, and pointed at the teen over their shoulder. “See. Cousin.”)

KIDS ARE A GODDAMN MENACE AND I'M FUCKING LIVING FOR IT

-(A familiar snort had them turning to see a grinning Hizashi leaning over the back of the couch where Shouta was attempting to appear asleep. It would have been more convincing if the man wasn’t grinning into his sleeping bag. “That’s just parenting. If it helps, they can keep up with Eri so I highly doubt Teddy is going to cause too much damage.”

They were probably right, but…

“Doesn’t one of those kids have shark teeth?”

“ Fuck.” )

Crying laughing oh my fucking god yes this is perfect

-There is something so special about how this moment between Nemuri and Hermione is written. True connection, not unnatural, just two women who have fought to protect their families and came out scarred and hurting relating and commiserating, stunning writing.

-(“If you stretched more, you could do it too.” Harry pointed out, slowly rising out of the stretch before bending backwards, more to annoy his brother than out of any real need for the stretch. His palms hit the mat behind him as he held the back bend without too much effort.

Ron shuddered. “That’s horrifying to watch have I ever told you that?”

Harry took a few too-quick shuffle-crawl steps towards him, just to make Ron lurch back with a shriek. The shorter man hit the mat a second later, laughing too hard to keep himself up. )

NOT THE HORROR MOVIE IMPRESSION ahahahahahahahhahahahah

-(In the ring, Hermione missed the leg sweep sent from Hizashi and hit the mats hard. It didn’t seem to stop her as she turned to gape at him.

“Harry James Potter are you telling me you saw Tom Riddles’ penis?”

“No I’m telling Ron, Shouta, and Kayama. You just happened to be eavesdropping.” )

CACKLING!!!!!!!!!

-(Honestly, there were worse ways to go rather than being murdered by a beautiful woman. )

Glory, Glory, what a helluva way to die!

-Shouta totally handed Ron his own ass, repeatedly and with glee

This is seven through nine! I'll be doing more tomorrow! I totally love this and want to keep going. I'm also interested in doing this with some of your other fics and maybe some tagged aus on here? if you're okay with it?

I’m loving this so much it’s such a delight to see all the parts you enjoy if you want to do it with other fics/aus as well I’m totally down just be aware that I will probably tell you that I love you platonically more than once.

#the elf talks #tbh I’m having a rough time so this was very appreciated #who saves the savior #wsts

9 notes · View notes

youwouldntbelievehowigothere · 1 year

Text

@zelinkcommunity

Chapter 3 of unnamed OOT child timeline arranged marriage Zelink story. spoilers: I don’t think this chapter really has anything to do with letters. It does have the first scene I wrote for this story.

<-Previous Chapter | First Chapter | Next Chapter->

CH 3: LETTERS

They arrived at the castle in the night, to a calamitous homecoming. Her horse had returned in the morning and the search had started not long after. Her father gripped her tightly in a hug, and Zelda returned it. When he was done, he clasped a hand on Link’s shoulder.

“Thank you for getting my daughter home safely,” he said, “Oh– you’re injured?”

Link’s hand unconsciously went to the white bandage over his eye. “You should be thanking her for getting me here in mostly one piece.”

The king looked to his daughter, forgetting as always what exactly she was capable of. Zelda didn’t mind too much. Even after she had accused Ganondorf of conspiring to take over the kingdom, leading to his arrest and execution, her father never viewed her as anything but his delicate daughter. Impa had taught her to be underestimated in terms of strength and battle were never bad things so it wasn’t an assumption that bothered her too greatly.

“I had another dream, father, I’m sure Impa told you,” she said.

Her father furrowed his brow, as if just recalling that Impa had told him such a thing. “Right. She did say that, oh, we’ll have to send someone to inform her you’re alright.” He smiled broadly, thought worry still colored his mannerisms. “I am just happy to have both of you safe and sound here. Link, would you like to go to the healers? Or perhaps do you need food?”

“I’m just tired, Your Grace, please allow me to retire.”

“Oh of course, of course, I’ll send the healer to your quarters,” the king said, then added to the servant who would carry out the task, “and have a bath and fresh clothes sent as well.”

Link nearly protested, but thought better. Her father was a master of hospitality and would rest at nothing to make sure his guests were treated well.

Link left, and the king turned to Zelda, “if I could trouble you, my daughter, I’m sure you’re also tired, but I would like to know what has happened to you two, as well as…” he paused, probably trying to think of a way to phrase it. “...to speak with you about something weighing on my mind.”

“Please father,” she said.

He started walking back to his office, and she followed.

Once in the room, he closed the door. Zelda took this as prompting to explain all that had happened. Her rash decisions, the rogue Gerudo who had attacked Link. She left out her suspicions about the Gerudo, and whether the two that had escaped were in any capacity to attack again. Or their possible motives beyond revenge.

Her father listened attentively, not asking any questions. Until she faltered describing Link’s injuries. His blood was still under her fingernails.

“How is Link, really?” he asked, gentle.

She sighed. “He lost his eye in battle. We went to the Kokiri for healing, but even with all that we’ve done, I think it still pains him in some way.”

“Can he still fight?”

“I believe so. His limbs are still well, though…”

“Though?”

“He’s tired,” she said, “I worry about him. I worry that one day he’ll just leave and never return.”

Her father stroked his beard. “You know, I sent him to destroy the Gohma nest because I sensed something similar. He’s a boy, or rather,” her father corrected, “a man who needs purpose.”

“Yes, I’ve felt that way as well.”

“I was planning on giving him a reward after he returned. I know he claims he doesn’t want much, but… he needs a home.”

“What were you planning to give him?”

Her father’s eyes held a mischievous glitter as he answered, “Hyrule’s most precious treasure.”

Zelda tilted her head. What could her father be referring to? There were many precious treasures in Hyrule castle, she had never thought of one being more precious than another.

“If he would accept, of course,” her father continued, “Though, I suspect he will.”

Something that Link would want? He already had a splendid sword and shield, and many other tools. A nostalgic memory of him playing a sad song on his ocarina and Zelda knew what her father meant. The ocarina of time… of course. Zelda nodded. It was a powerful instrument, but one that he would use for good.

“That seems like a good idea,” she agreed.

Her father smiled. “I’m glad you agree.”

…

The next evening, after a stern talking to from Impa and much rest and recuperation, Zelda was about to enter her father’s study to speak to him when she heard another voice on the other side of the door.

“Thank you for letting me rest before summoning me. I can give you a report of the monster, though it would take some time to write it–”

Her father had summoned Link to give a report? That was unlike him. He usually liked the tale to be told over dinner, with a small audience of Zelda and Impa. Zelda was more of the hero’s royal sponsor than her father was when it came to practicalities of it. So while her father could’ve assumed his daughter would join him for after dinner tea, Zelda had received no official summon.

For this reason, she loitered outside the door, listening in rather than entering.

Her father interrupted Link, “Oh yes, the monster. Sorry Link, I have something else on my mind.”

“Your Grace?”

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while and with how capable she is…” her father continued on, pausing for a sigh before saying, “I think it's time.”

“Time?”

“As you know, my daughter has grown up into a capable young woman, and I’ve given her much freedom, as much as a princess can have. I think it's about time for her to take on more responsibility for the future of the kingdom. Or rather,” he corrected, “a queen should have a king by her side.”

There was silence and then her father’s voice again. “You seem surprised. It’s often the case that kings choose their children’s spouses, and Zelda has never expressed any interest in anyone.”

“She… hasn’t?”

“Not to me. Though I am her father. I’m probably the last person she’d want to tell.” He laughed, deep and resonant. “Either way, it’s time for such things and it weighs hard on my heart to give her away.”

Her father was a sentimental man, as it wasn’t as if she would leave her father’s home as some daughters might. No, she would stay and prepare for her eventual inheritance. She supposed her time would be diverted towards other tasks though, ones that didn’t involve her father…

Link’s voice broke her out of her ponderance, as he asked a prudent question, “Do you have someone in mind already?”

“I actually do. He’s a good man, I think she will be pleased.”

“She does deserve the best.”

“I agree,” her father said, “she is Hyrule’s most precious treasure after all. Only a man worthy of Hyrule could be worthy of her.”

Zelda stopped.

She was Hyrule’s most precious treasure? She moved away from the door, needing to think. If she was Hyrule’s treasure, and her father wanted to reward Link with such a gift… that would mean…

She was going to be given to Link in marriage? Or at least offered?

Would he say yes?

She stopped. That’s what she was worried about? If he would say yes?

Of course she’d always known she would need to get married someday, and it was something she had accepted. The only thing she hadn’t accepted was that it might not be who she wanted. Because he might not want her.

Zelda needed to be far away from both of them, and she turned to walk back the way she came. Her steps were so hurried, her legs tangled in her skirts as they hadn’t since she was young, and she stumbled. She caught herself and lifted them to avoid another embarrassment.

Why now? Why did her father think now was the time? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been an adult for too long, or too short of a time. It certainly was a time she could be married. Was it caused by Link’s injury?

Though he had lost an eye, it didn’t seem like it would hinder him too greatly. He was a superb warrior, and she was sure he would be able to overcome this challenge as he had all of the others.

Or had it simply been the time. Her father had grown to like Link, and perhaps he’d been waiting on an excuse to make him his son in law. Perhaps her father had always thought Link would make a good king, or perhaps…

Zelda’s cheeks burned. Perhaps he knew about her feelings.

But what about Link’s feelings?

His response had been respectful, almost reverent, but… had it been affectionate? He thought she deserved the best, but that didn’t bely any particular attachment.

Oh, what would she do?

…

The days passed quickly and Link spent much of it resting and Zelda spent much of it worrying. Her father had arranged an awards ceremony and Zelda knew, just knew that the proposal would happen there. And she couldn’t wait.

And she dreaded it.

She ought to tell him.

She ought to…

But…

What if she was wrong?

How embarrassing would that be?

And what if she asked and got an unfavorable answer?

What then?

So Zelda in her selfishness waited.

…

He hadn’t seemed strongly impacted by the news. No, he accepted it with a bow and thanks, as how else could such a favor be accepted? The favor of the king’s daughter. Of her hand in marriage.

No, it wasn’t something that one could refuse without good reason, and Link seemed to have none.

She should have warned him. She had guessed this was coming and said nothing… because… and it was shameful to admit, but she had wanted this outcome. Despite the fact it would force his hand.

He met her eyes, and she knew her ears must have flushed at the attention.

“And with that matter out of the way, let the feast commence!” her father said with joy.

With the feast started, the newly engaged couple was awarded some time to talk to each other. Though Link always said little. He’d been like that since he was a boy. Only speaking of how she should deal with Ganondorf, and looking at her sadly when she asked for his name.

He still had that sad look in his eye sometimes. Now as an adult she recognized it as a mature sort of melancholy, a precocious look for how young he had been. He was still young to have it.

Zelda knew why, even if he wouldn’t tell her directly. She would dream things, terrible things that felt like nightmares, and yet, she knew that on some level they were real. He had lived through it, how much, she couldn’t be sure.

Zelda studied her new fiance as he ate. There was no real tell on how he truly felt. His face was neutral, if not a little serious, the eyepatch he had now only adding to the severity. His appetite was healthy.

She couldn’t exactly ask his honest thoughts on his reward for saving their kingdom yet again, not with so many people listening. Many people’s understanding was of a romantic relationship, and who was Zelda to disappoint?

The red hair of a serving girl reminded Zelda of a disappointment Link might have. She swallowed such bitterness and tried to think of something normal to ask. What would a newly arranged fiance say to her new fiance if she wasn’t secretly in love with him?

She started with a smile and asked something incredibly inane. “Do you like the duck?”

He glanced up mid chew, and she cursed her bad timing. He swallowed and nodded.

“I suppose I’m going to be spoiled from now on.” he replied after a moment.

She laughed, even though it wasn’t funny. “Yes, though don’t worry. I will find tasks enough for you that it will feel earned.”

“I don’t think there’s a thing someone could do to earn you,” he answered.

Stunned in silence, Zelda puzzled if that was a compliment or not. She felt as though it was. The reverence was… something that Link sometimes had towards her. It went beyond how a hero’s fealty to his princess. She didn’t know what it meant.

When she had been younger she was sure it was love, but now that she was older she wondered if it was something like Madonna syndrome. If he’d put her on some pedestal he could never reach. Or perhaps even that was too assumptive, and instead he simply saw the difference in their stations and felt it was unprofessional to push boundaries.

She had thought they were friends at least.

It wasn’t quite fair to push a friend into such an… intimate position if he only wanted to serve the royal family. But at the same time, she reasoned, he had said yes. And what woman would be satisfied with a husband who was supposed to lay down his life for another woman? Zelda certainly wouldn’t like that!

The dinner continued on, and Zelda talked more with others than her new fiance.

Later in the night, the two were able to secure a walk around the garden and a much needed opportunity to talk away from prying ears.

“Did you know?” he asked, surprising her with his promptness. Here it came, his accusation that she trapped him, she abused her power over him, that she– “Or did your father spring this on you as well?”

She internally let out a sigh. “I think he had hinted as much and took my response as an affirmative, though he did not ask me straight out.”

“I believe he did something similar for me.” he laughed once. She thought it was a lovely sound. “He told me he was intending to find a husband for you, but I never thought he meant me.”

“He asked me if I thought you deserved the most precious treasure in Hyrule.” Heat flared in her cheeks as she realized the implication. “Though I didn’t know it was me, I couldn’t assume–”

He laughed again. “And what did you think it was?”

“I thought he meant the Ocarina of Time.”

The moment the words left her lips, his countenance changed. His easygoing smile became forced, and a tension came into his shoulders.

“Why would I need something like that?” he asked, levity as intense as a drawn sword.

She furrowed her brow. “Well, I didn’t think you needed it, but you do like to play the ocarina. I am able to use the goddess harp to do magic, I thought… it might be useful.”

“No, If it were a choice between that and you, obviously I’d pick–” he stopped himself. “That is to say, I’m not unhappy with this turn of events.”

Thank the goddesses…

Not unhappy and happy were two different things though. Zelda’s brow creased again.

“I had hoped you weren’t. It is hard to refuse a king’s gift… I’ve seen men accept mighty burdens in the guise of gifts without thinking just because it was my father who gave them.”

“Are you implying you’re a burden?” he teased, “because it was only when we were children that I had to carry you home after twisting an ankle. You’ve been unburdensome since then.”

“Truely?”

He nodded, some of his ease returning. “I can only hope I will not become a burden to you, on account of my… education.”

“You’ll pick it all up quickly,” she assured. “Besides, Hyrule has had its fair share of warrior kings, my great grandfather in fact was…” His distance stumbled her family history lesson. He stared over the moat, over Castle town, and into Hyrule field. “Are you… really okay with this?” she asked.

Her soft question pushed him from his reflective trance, and he nodded. “We’re adults now, right? Isn’t this the sort of thing adults do?”

She couldn’t find fault with his logic, and offered a timid smile. When he returned it, she thought her future was not doomed.

~~~~~~~~~~

<-Previous Chapter | First Chapter | Next Chapter->

#zelink week 2023 #zelink week #oot zelink #day two letters #Zelink

14 notes · View notes