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six-eyed-samurai · 2 months

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Firstly congratulations on your followers! :) Secondly maybe the prompt R is for Romance from your yandere list with either reader and Rengoku or Dabi(from mha)? You don't have to do it if you don't want too, but I hope your day's good!

SUMMARY: A drunken game on the rooftop was not how you imagined would be the reason you were suddenly locked into a basement by none other than Dabi himself A/N: TY TY! Sadly my Yandere Alphabet is actually for neutral characters, however I can still pull off the R is for Romance for you! I was having a good day, ty, my best friend came back today lmao WARNINGS: This is yandere, so MDNI and in no way do I condone this sort of relationship. Also alcohol, swearing, maybe OOC Dabi (I did my best I'm sorry) My inbox is still open if you would like to request for the event!

"Good Lord what letter comes after M?"

"O, stupid."

"Shut it Panda Eyes." You threw the bottle cap at your companion. He went cross eyed tracking it but maybe he was just drunk.

You both were, actually. Very much inebriated on top of some rooftop (how did you get up there again? Never mind it was going to give you an even bigger headache to try and remember) of some building in some place you had long forgotten during the alcohol binge you two were on. You wouldn't have pulled this sort of dumb stunt usually but after a successful night (successful...something. Ugh, what sort of damned drink had Dabi bought?) he had convinced you that it was good to celebrate. Just you and him, the after party.

An after party with lots and lots of alcohol. There was still more and you reached for another bottle, tilting it back. Then your eyes narrowed, turning to the turquoise pair staring at you. "Bullshit! You liar, it's N!"

"If you (beep) knew, why ask?" Dabi chucked his bottle cap at you. The caps littered the ground everywhere around you both, actually, as the both of you had agreed that it would be the punishment if the other was unable to continue the game.

The game, right. You had made a dumb joke about a team-building exercise and what a great time it would be to do it now even though the rest of the League wasn't here, then Dabi had followed it up with a sly suggestion of Eye Spy. You elbowed him and complained it was boring. He jabbed his finger into your side and in the end the both of you agreed to play a game of Word Association following the alphabet. Only problem was the both of you were idiots.

"I forgot! You got it wrong as well!"

Dabi rolled his eyes. "Just get the hell on with it."

"Okay! N for uh...nap?"

"Boring. N for...nonsense."

"You're boring. O for...obsession."

Dabi raised an eyebrow, taking another sip. "O for only."

"P for...platypus? Shit, what was that cartoon? The one where that duck thingy - platypus, sorry - wore a hat?"

"What the hell do you even watch?" Dabi snorted. "The first thing you think of is platypus?"

"You literally said M for magnesium just now," you grumbled, finishing your bottle and snatching his.

"After you said L for Bozo. That doesn't even make sense."

"I changed it off to L for love!"

"Once again, ew," Dabi sighed. "P for perfect."

"Q for...queue."

"So original. Q for queen."

"I hate you so much." You threw your head back. "R for-"

"Romance."

A beat of silence. Then you burst out laughing. "What in the actual-?"

"What? Your L got me thinking," Dabi protested, oddly defensive, going as far as to turn away.

“Thinking of someone?” You teased, crawling closer.

“Yeah.” Dabi smirked and you ignored the twang in your heart to widen your grin.

“Hmmm….anyone I know?” You blinked. “Actually, I can’t believe I never asked before. What’s your type? Tall, short, long hair, freckles, innocent, bratty, big ass?”

Dabi arched an eyebrow. “You thinking of somebody?”

“NO!” You flushed and blamed it on alcohol. “I’ll tell you my type if you do.”

“And what is your type, princess?”

You decided to ignore the nickname. “To be honest I don’t really mind as long as he’s…uh, nice? I dunno. Just someone who can show me a good time.”

“Had no idea you were into that.”

“I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!” You whacked his arm. “Like, I want a guy who’s gonna come over on time, pick me up, take me to a place not necessarily dinner. Maybe an arcade date, mall date, anything is fine. Just talk and listen, you know? And drive me back, walk me to the door, say goodnight and shit. ‘Cause dating for me is getting to know someone really well and…yeah, know them inside out.”

“I have no idea whatever the (beep) it was you just said. You’re so eloquent when drunk.”

“Shut up. Like you’re not. I just want a gentleman. Respects boundaries and all that shit but I want someone - oh god this sounds stupid - who’s gonna make the effort with me to be our first and last. Does that make sense now?” You flopped onto your back. “I need another drink.”

“That? That’s it?” Dabi snorted and laughed. “Your ideal romance?”

“At least I can pull!” You realized you both were out of bottles and groaned. “Your turn.”

Dabi paused for a moment, then suddenly his face loomed over you in another smirk. “I’ll sum it up in one word. You. Can I take you on an “arcade date, mall date, anything is fine” tomorrow?”

And somehow you wound up anxiously pacing around the entrance of the local arcade Dabi had said he’d take you to anyway. You had already purchased some tokens, thanked God you hadn’t overdressed in your panic earlier, taken a few sips of water and what else? Right, fret your brains out over whether or not this was just a horrible joke made while inebriated.

“What the (beep).”

***

Because you’d be lying if you said you didn’t fancy Dabi himself.

Ain’t no way he had basically just confessed like that. Nuh uh. He was probably just as out of it like you were and in the blurred haze made a mistake. A stupid mistake that was twisting your heart and insides hard.

Yet why were you here? Because you’re delusional that’s why. And because the way he had said it last night seemed so sincere.

“Well, well, looks like I failed in being the gentleman, huh?”

“You did,” you quip out of habit, but your tone’s shaky. “No pick up?”

“I have no idea where you live,” Dabi said smoothly. “It’s alright, I’ve got plenty of ways to make up for it soon enough.”

“I dunno. You’re not a gentleman.”

***

But he was and it was…insane. Absolutely amazing and flattering and oh good god you couldn’t even describe it but it was completely INSANE how much Dabi proved you wrong with this behavior over the next six months of you and him dating. Because he kept proving your wrong, each time, that in fact he COULD BE a gentleman when he wanted to.

He came to go pick you up and followed you home. He always knew exactly what you wanted on the menu after pulling out your chair. He listened.

Dabi made the effort to be your first and last, like you said, unlike the flings before. He said as much on the last date. You were utterly head over heels, besotted, infatuated with him even more so when he admitted he had liked you from the start but wasn’t sure when was a good time to tell you.

So of course he was the first one you called in a panic when you discovered the camera in your bathroom.

You couldn’t believe you never noticed it before - and it terrified more that it could’ve been watching the unsuspecting you for god knew how long. It was only pure chance that you had suddenly spotted a peculiar glint in the mirror when wiping off the fog, partially hidden by your shower curtain. Oh god, oh god, oh god-

“Dabi?”

“Yeah, princess?” The crack in your voice had been exceedingly audible, as was his concerned tone. “You good?”

“There’sacameraspyingonmeinthebathroomIdon’tknowhowlongit’sbeenthere-”

“There you go again,” Dabi sighed, but his voice was placating, reassuring. “Slower this time?”

You took a deep breath. “I found a camera. In my bathroom. Some creep’s SPYING ON ME!”

“Get out of there right now and calm down, alright, sweetheart? I’ll be over in a minute.”

“You think the heroes put it there?”!”

“Doll, they’re horrible but they ain’t perverts. What’s so interesting in your bathroom besides you anyway?” Dabi’s joke came out tense and you heard a lot of background noise. “Look, like I said, get out of there. Don’t try to take it down-”

“Oops…”

“I’ll be over soon,” Dabi repeated and hung up.

You steadied yourself before examining the camera in your hand, sitting against the ladder that you had used to get up there. It was an ordinary CCTV looking thing and you had used a towel to cover the lens before taking it down. The wires stuck out and pricked at your palms.

Who would be watching you like this?

You needed air - the bathroom was too cramped suddenly. You ran out into your bedroom and threw open the window, dumping the camera on the ground, dry heaving while leaning out. You finally calmed down sufficiently to slide down the wall with a groan, tilting your head back while you anxiously waited for Dabi to show up.

Shit. No, no, no-

There was another camera hidden by the curtains.

Hysterical tears began streaking down your face. How long you had been there in a sobbing panic attack you didn’t know, barely hearing your front door open and the footsteps thundering into your bedroom. You didn’t register anything until you were suddenly wrapped up in Dabi’s arms, head tucked against his chest as he awkwardly stroked your hair.

“Hey, calm down, alright?”

“I’m scared. I’m so damn scared that someone’s been watching me all this time. You know there’s another camera? I found another.” You hiccuped and exhaled. “Okay, okay, I’m calm now.”

“Great. Let’s get you a drink of water and we’ll talk.”

He led you to the kitchen and poured you a glass, the both of you seated at your small dining table while you fought to clear your head. Dabi watched you intently, tapping his foot on the ground.

So you had discovered the cameras, huh? A bad thing, but the fact that you had called him meant you had no idea it was him…just as well, really. Dabi could use this to his advantage - make you more dependent on him.

He internally chuckled. You hadn’t noticed the burn on your wall near the cameras then, when he had accidentally caught a wire aflame setting it up.

But outwardly he twisted his face into one of concern.

“We can’t report this to the police,” he started. “You’re a known member of the League.”

“Then what? I’m not staying here anymore!”

“You could live with me.” He caught your expression and rolled his eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that, but you sure are eager, huh?”

“SH-SHUT IT!”

“Back to the point. Your stalker might’ve put up some other cameras, not just your bathroom or your bedroom window. You could live with me while we look for the bastard,” Dabi said, quite convincingly. “I’ll take care of you. Ideal romance, right?”

You snorted a half laugh at that. “You really do surprise me - wait.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“The camera.” You felt yourself turning cold. Frozen. No way could it…”I didn’t tell you where I found the second camera’s location.”

“I found you crying underneath the window, princess. Sorry if I made the wrong assumption,” Dabi said apologetically. Inside he wondered if you were going to force his hand. His grip on the cup tightened. Stupid mistake.

“No…not only that.” You leapt your feet. “How did you get into my house anyway? I never took you here or gave you the key. You only ever walked me to the front door but I didn't tell you which floor I lived on or which apartment block. I locked the door, I’m sure. And how did you know where my bedroom was?”

“I could hear you weeping your eyeballs out from out there,” Dabi scoffed, getting to his feet as well. “I busted down your door.”

You backed away. “How did you know where I live then? And - and that day, when I nearly got mugged, you just showed up out of nowhere. Do you have a tracker on me?”

He said nothing.

“You put the cameras there, didn’t you?” Your whisper came out hoarse.

Dabi stepped closer and suddenly you realized exactly what a powerful presence he was as he leaned closer, trapping you against the table. “I did it all for us, y’know? For you. I had to know everything to keep you safe, be the perfect guy for you. Wasn’t that your ideal romance? Thanks for the tip, by the way, that night on the rooftop. It helped me realize exactly how to make you love me like I love you.”

“I don’t love a monstrous creep like you!”

His eyes flashed with hurt and heartbreak. “You will. Please.”

Dabi must’ve put something in your drink, you also realized; your knees buckled and you blacked out.

***

You awoke in a dark, stuffy room. Not like you were expecting anything less.

And he was right in front of you - that you didn’t expect. You would’ve lunged at your former love if you could, but the effects of whatever had knocked you out hadn’t left your body yet, making everything a blurry photograph and your limbs jelly. Something like cold metal bit into your wrists as well. Dabi just stared at you flatly.

“Why?” The word slipped out before you knew it. “If you say you love me, why? Why all this? Just for your sick idea of romance? You’re sick. You’re so sick I don’t know how I never knew it before. You…really are a damn villain.”

“You won’t let me protect you anymore. Keep watch.” Dabi shrugged. “I tried to do it your way, be your gentleman. Then you made me do it my way. You think I want this too? Rather see you happy and oblivious, really, but it’s not like you gave me a choice.”

“You never gave me a choice from the start!”

“I did,” Dabi corrected coldly.

You were grasping at straws and he knew it. “You think everyone’s not gonna notice if I just disappear?”

A warm hand suddenly clasped your cheek. Dabi really did look like a devil, you thought blearily, with all that staples and burns in the dark, with that expression.

“I faked my own death. I can fake yours.”

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oleander-nin · 11 months

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Horrortober Day 27- Restraint(2012 Yandere Donatello x Reader)

A/N, not important: Oh wow, look at that, it's awful. In my defense though, it's 2 in the morning when I'm setting this up for queue. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: OOC Donnie, blood, gore, stalking, obsessive behavior, death, dark themes, yandere themes, unedited.

Words: 1230

Summary: Donnie always struggled with knowing how far to take things.

The rough stone of the rooftops bite into Donnie’s feet, his mind clouded with thoughts of you. He was grateful Leo had them all split up while looking for the fallen mutagen, his scanners beeping keeping him distracted enough from the thoughts swirling in his head. You were out there somewhere, away from your bed and the safety of your home. He tried to check on you earlier, but you never answered. The 53 calls he’s already sent never reached you.

It all left a bitter taste in his mouth, his stomach lurching with worry. Leo forbade him from breaking into your house to find you, but that didn’t mean Donnie wasn’t going to botch this mission to try and find you outside your home. You could very well out on foot, stuck, alone, and scared while wishing Donnie to come rescue you. Your T-Phone broken while you desperately hoped for a savior in purple and green. Donnie couldn’t help but smile at the mental image of you in need, hoping for him to be your knight in shining armor. It’d be so easy to sweep you off your feet after an act of bravery like that.

Donnie’s attention reverts back to his pinging device as the alerts grow louder every second, the wicks spinning faster and faster while it flashes at him. He jumps down into the break between the buildings, kicking over boxes and digging in dumpsters to try and find the mutagen that was making his tech go wild. He grumbles under his breath during the search for the canister, uncaring of the noise he was making at the moment. All he had to do was find this canister, then he could dip to go look for you.

Voices from the street make Donnie freeze in his small frenzy of minor destruction, the familiar laughter ringing in his ears. Donnie scales the side of the building just in time to get out of sight of you and the person with you. The relief that floods Donatello is miniscule compared to the bitter jealousy surrounding the person at your side, their hand on your shoulder as you both move through the gap between the buildings. Your voice is too quiet to understand from where he perched, Donnie’s hands twitching as he imagined jumping down there and whisking you away. They were so close to you, practically melded to your skin from how often they insisted on touching you.

Donnie sucks in a breath when your accompaniment kicks over a stack of newspapers, the glowing green canister he was looking for rolling out. You freeze on the ground, your eyes glued to the ooze rolling across the floor. Donnie scowls as he hears your protests when your friend picks up the glass, his grip on the ledge tightening as he imagines it breaking and morphing your friend into something horrid.

Your quick reaction to take the glowing container ruins Donnie’s hopes, your scolding loud enough to reach his ears. He smiles while your friend cowers at your stern expression, their hands raising in defeat. While he wished more than anything you’d splash the mutagen on them, he’d take them getting a verbal beating by you over nothing. Plus, you were so adorable when you got heated, your eyebrows scrunching while your face screwed into a tight knot. Last time you had an argument with Raph, you came to Donnie to complain and he loved every second of it.

Donnie scrambles to get up when you head out of the small alley, your friend in tow as they loop themselves over your shoulders. The envy in Donnie burns, his eyes calculating all the different ways he could throw a shuriken and nail them in the head. The only thing stopping him from testing it out was your proximity. Donnie knew how much you hated blood.

The turtle's focus wasn’t on you for the first time since he had known you, his attention now completely turned to the person who was wrapped around you while you walked. Their steps were in sync with yours while you laughed at something they said, pushing them away for a second before allowing them to regroup. Every touch makes Donnie’s blood boil, his red eyes zeroing in on their hands around yours. He follows you both until they drop you off, his body buzzing while you disappear into your building. Donnie patiently waits for your friend to walk near the building he stood on, his eyes now white and masked. Nothing was coursing through Donnie other than rage, their hands on yours being the only thing he could see in his mind.

The poor soul crosses in front of Donnie, and he strikes, dragging him through the street and into the car garage that was near your apartment. Donnie ignores their screams and fighting, his grip on their hair strong as he nearly breaks their neck from the force of his dragging. He can already hear them crying, their pleads and sobs making Donnie sneer. They were pathetic, just a weak coward who couldn’t even take what they should have known was coming.

Donnie wastes no time in slamming them to the ground, watching their chest heave as they struggle to breath. He picks them up again and smashes their head into a pillar, watching as the gray concrete slowly stains a muddy red. Their mouth was coated in blood, their hands twitching and proving the life they still desperately cling to. Donnie doesn’t bother feeling pity for them, sure of himself and his actions. They deserved it. They deserve this.

As Donnie drops them to the ground and watches them crumple with glee, he can’t help but be satisfied. He takes his bō staff from the strap on his back and squeezes the side, letting the blade come out of the end. He isn’t quick as he cuts their hands off, relishing in the screams muffled by the blood pooling in their lungs. When the second limb falls to the ground, Donnie stomps on their legs, shivering at the crack that precedes their scream. They continue to sob, their voice gargles as blood pools in their throat and mouth from the abuse done to their body. They were too weak to move, more blood outside their body staining the floor than inside where it was needed. Donnie watches them struggle for a bit more, pleased at his work. He raises his staff once more before plunging the blade through their skull, ceasing the whimpers and cries that once fell from their lips. Pulling the naginata from their head, Donnie smiles. You would never have to deal with them again.

Donnie steps back from the now broken and bloody body that belonged to your friend, his smile wide as the pressure finally leaves his chest. He doesn’t bother trying to clean up the scene, merely jumping to the roofs above and leaving it for someone else to find. He hums to himself as he makes his way back into the sewers, giddy now that the person is gone. Donnie’s hand twitches, wanting to call you and brag to you about what he had done, but he holds back. You would learn in due time, and Donnie would make sure you would finally see just how much Donnie cares. He still had some restraint, after all.

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kakushino · 8 months

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Like a Rookie

Rengoku Shinjuro x GN! Reader

Officer Rengoku is a regular in the coffee shop you work at.

Tags: fluff, flirting, modern AU, young police officer Shinjuro (thus OOC) Word count: 0,7k

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AN: Written as birthday piece for Rengoku Shinjuro. He doesn't have an official birthday date, but I have accepted @/shinjuro-rengoku-ask's HC (23rd January).

Rengoku Shinjuro had many dreams in his life. When young, he had wanted to impress his father - an impossible feat, more so given the fact he passed away when Shinjuro was in his teen years. Afterwards, he wanted to make his mother happy - he spent hours striving towards that ideal, to be the son she could be proud of. He wanted to support his brother in achieving his own dreams.

Sometimes, dreams were too grand a name for what he wanted. For example, now he wished to be rid of the newbie he was stuck with, but that was impossible, at least for the day, so he had to settle for wanting coffee. Call him unmanly but he enjoyed a good latte on any day.

“This has to be my favorite place to get coffee,” Shinjuro remarked to the newbie as they walked to the door. The queue was short and there wasn’t anyone sitting down; the duo would also take their coffees to-go, as they had to patrol the center just a few streets away. “It’s good and the service is…” he trailed off, catching sight of you as you served a tired student their coffee.

Another one of his wishes - for you to agree to a date with him.

“Senpai?”

Shinjuro cleared his throat, annoyed for getting interrupted in his routine admiration of your person. “As I was saying, coffee is good.” He didn’t elaborate.

The line moved up, the newbie commenting on the muffin selection as Shinjuro tried to discreetly wipe his palms. It wouldn’t do to appear like an untried rookie when he talked to you.

“Good morning, sir. What can I get for you today?”

The way you called him sir did things to him - which he swiftly buried in the far corners of his mind as he ordered his usual latte, thoughts and senses filled with coffee.

“Sugar?”

Shinjuro gave you an alluring smile and replied, “No, thank you. Your sweetness is all I need.” Your lips spread into a shy smile, eyes darting behind him as the last customer before them left before focusing on the police officer again. Officer Rengoku was sun incarnated - hot with blazing eyes to match his visage. He started flirting with you a few weeks ago, but you couldn’t reciprocate, as there were always other people around. Perhaps today would present an opportunity?

You went about making Shinjuro’s latte and his colleague’s americano; you really hoped he would drop by later as well, seeing him in his uniform was… exquisite.

The americano done faster, his colleague walked outside to wait for Shinjuro while you focused on making a little something with his foam. You had been trying out different animals recently and you felt like you could nail what you had in mind today.

Sure enough, it came out perfectly. You presented the paper cup with a proud smile and offered a cap for it, which he took but didn’t put on.

“Your latte art is always beautiful,” he said as he studied the swan you made for him. “Elegant and charming, just like you.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks at the compliment, and you tried to hide how flustered the comment made you; the way you clenched your apron with your hands gave you away though.

Shinjuro gave you a smug smile, sipping his latte and licking his lips enticingly. Tsk.

Mischief previously concealed buzzed underneath your skin, and a flirtatious remark made its way past your lips without your mind being able to stop it. “If you were a coffee,” you leaned in slowly, your hands laying on the counter, your eyes becoming hooded, as if you were under the influence of his charm, and he leaned in too, as if you were to tell him a great secret, “you would be a triple shot of espresso, because you're strong, bold and you make my heart race.”

Bright red blush spread across his cheeks and Shinjuro blinked a few times, surprise painting over the usual smile he bore. It was delightful. You grinned fiendishly. Oh how the tables have turned.

With a hasty thank you and an even deeper flush, he nearly ran out, like an untried rookie.

You were bad for his heart.

…he had to return in the afternoon and ask you out properly.

dividers by @benkeibear network: @enchantedforest-network

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meowcatsposts · 1 year

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Hey there I have an idea for an avatar the way of water fic its slightly angsty but hear me out pls!

So y/n sully, has been missing for most of the day and no one seemed to notice, until they show up at ronals hut cover in bruises, cuts from weapons, even the hair on there que has been choped off and there que has cuts on it. All of this was caused by the teens of the village, who brought them outside of the reef and attacked them, leaving them for dead. Y/n is a tired, bloody mess chooses to run to there bansie/ikran with the plan to leave. And well they do and no one noticed they left, not even there family. Only ao'nung noticed and it shook him with grief, he loved y/n.

Whether or not y/n comes back, is up to you! You don't haft to write the part where y/n gets the crap beat out of them if u don't want! Thank u!

Alone [Ao'nung]

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angsty at first!

reader is metkayina & characters are probably OOC

I really needed some inspiration, so tysm for your idea anon! I'm also really sorry it took me so long to write this, I hope you'll forgive me 🙏

I changed some things from the req to fit my previous story, I hope you're alright with it!

Overview: You get beaten up by some assholes who happen to not like the Sullys, so you run away. Heartbroken, Ao'nung sets out to find you.

Ronal stifled a horrified gasp. Gashes, everywhere. Deep purple bruises, all over your skin.

“Who did this to you?” she whispered madly. “Come.”

Every touch, no matter how light, stung sharply. Why me? you thought bitterly. Hot tears welled in your eyes but you furiously blinked them back, refusing to give in to the hurt. Time blurred by and you vaguely recalled Ronal asking you a few questions, but couldn’t remember what. Was it about your queue? The blood? Everything seemed to fade away, and you couldn’t care less.

You were gliding across the water with your ilu now. At least those pricks didn’t dare to touch your ride; they were smart enough for that, it seemed. Its hide was smooth, no blemishes in sight, and a tiny smile threatened to ghost your lips. The salty sea, on the other hand, burned your skin raw, but you paid no heed to it. Your heart ached far worse.

Tenderly, you ran your aching fingers over the piece of fine jewelry on your neck, thinking of how badly you wished for Ao’nung to be here with you. You reminisced about the day he gifted it to you. How red his cheeks burned, and how red yours were, too. Another sad smile ghosted your lips. What would he think of you now? Gone and grieving, probably. You loved him, so so much and you choked up with tears. Maybe you could leave Awa’atlu and find another island. Find different, kinder people. But to leave Ao’nung behind…

You gazed down at your ilu, and it whistled somberly.

Ao’nung wondered where you were. He hadn’t seen you all day, and it was driving him mad. Did he say something to upset you, to hurt you? Heart pounding, he combed through your conversations in his head. To his relief, nothing. Then…surely you were curled up in your marui, feeding the tiny fish, right? He had to be right.

But he was utterly, terribly wrong.

There was no sign of you no matter how hard he looked, and his stomach began to churn. His heart raced. His breath ran short. Where were you? Maybe you were lounging at the seawall terraces, where the both of you would share stories together. Not there. By the shore, playing with Tuk and the ilu? Not there, either. In the Sully family’s marui? No. Heck, he even asked Neteyam and Lo’ak about your whereabouts, but the boys just pursed their lips and shook their heads. Ao’nung searched everywhere like a rabid dog, his eyes blown wide, ears keen to any sound of you. He needed to know where you were. He was utterly empty without you.

Finally having enough he stormed into his family marui, tail thrashing and ears flattened. A pungent aroma attacked his senses, but he couldn’t care less–at least for now. In his sight appeared his mother, sitting on the woven floor and grinding furiously.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” he pressed. Sure, he knew to keep his temper in check–especially around his parents–but this was about you. He had to know.

“I don’t know.” Ronal’s eyes were as somber as his, as she huffed, “I asked questions, but no answer.” Her eyes flickered back to the mortar in front of her. In it was the source of the odor–a paste, still gritty.

“What’s the salve for?” Ao’nung pressed. His heart sunk, just a little lower; deep inside, he knew what it was for. He just knew.

Ronal pursed her lips, knowing her son would hate her answer.

“(Y/N) came in with wounds. So many of them…” She sighed, pressing and swirling the pestle. Her face was torn with anguish, and so was her son’s. “I don’t know who did it, and I tried to ask, but nothing.”

Ao’nung paced around madly. The only assholes who’d even think of hurting you was that dishonorable, abhorrent lot. Sure, maybe he’d been one of them, but not enough to hurt. Never enough to hurt. Ronal gazed at her son worriedly, for it was a first of him to be this uptight. She could feel the bitterness boiling over him.

“Ao’nung–” she started. The last thing she wanted was her son missing, too.

“I’m going to find (Y/N).”

And with that, Ao’nung flew out of the marui.

“Ao’nung!” Ronal rushed out after him, but it was too late. He was gone.

It was nightfall now. The waters turned black, and dim candescence webbed its cool surface. You sighed, tears pricking at your eyes. You were tired, hungry, and hurting, and your ilu was, too. It didn’t help that murky thoughts clouded your mind, either. Your ilu chirped forlornly so you stroked its neck, littered with luminous marks, in hopes of soothing it. Guilt overcame you. Perhaps it was better to return, you thought. The poor creature was suffering as much as you, after all. Biting your lip, you rubbed your glittering necklace between your fingers. What would Ao’nung be doing now? you wondered. Is he wondering where you went? Did his heart ache as much as yours did? Was he even looking for you? More tears burned your eyes as they threatened to spill over and you suppressed a shudder as another wave of anguish crashed into you and then–

“(Y/N)!”

Ao’nung.

“(Y/N)!”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere. How could you not? The sweet voice that calms your nerves. The rough voice that you roll your eyes at. It was so long–too long–since you’ve heard him, and your heart leapt with joy? Fear? You couldn’t tell, but one thing was certain: it was him. Him whose gaze turned soft when looking at you. Him who could listen to you talk forever. Him, who was home. But what were you going to tell him? Would he listen this time? You steadied your breath and gripped the handle between your ilu’s queues tighter, eyes flitting to find him.

“Ao’nung…? Wh–”

The ocean engulfed you, cold water rushing all over your skin. When you broke the surface Ao’nung was there, right in front of you.

“I missed you,” he cried, taking you into his arms. “I missed you so much.”

He held you tight and stroked your hair with shaky hands. He almost lost you, after all.

“It took me so long to find you…I didn’t know where you were,” he blubbered. “I looked everywhere, you know, and I still couldn’t find you! I was about to give up, but–” Ao’nung cleared his throat, remembering he needed to be strong for you. After taking a few shaky breaths he murmured beside your ear, “But now you’re here. With me.”

Tears poured down your cheeks. Your heart pounded against your ribcage. Just for a little moment, just for a little, you forgot about the pain. You hugged Ao’nung just as tight–even tighter, perhaps–feeling his warmth against your cold fingers. The tears wouldn’t stop as they ran in streams down your face, onto Ao’nung’s shoulder. He couldn’t care one bit; you were in his arms, alive, and that’s what mattered. His hands tenderly ghosted over your back, your nape and arms, and they rested on your waist as he pulled slowly back to look at you. To his dismay you shrunk away, trying hard to hide your battered body.

“Look at me.” Ao’nung sighed as he wiped the tears beading at the corners of your eyes.

Open wounds littered your skin. They screamed at Ao’nung, and his blood boiled. Who dare touch you like that? He bit his lip to suppress the slew of curses bubbling in his throat. Not in front of you. Not now. That’d be saved for later, he decided.

You shifted under Ao’nung’s intense scrutiny. Thinking it’d help him calm down, you cupped his face and whispered, “Look, the necklace you gave me.”

Ao’nung’s gaze drifted to your neck, and a smile ghosted his lips. You still had his gift on–a sign you were his, and his only. It was tarnished, sure, but it was there, resting beautifully on your skin. He slid his fingers through yours and squeezed tightly.

“Let’s go back,” he said, tilting his head toward the ilu. “Together.”

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#avatar way of water #na'vi #na'vi x reader #aonung #aonung x reader #avatar 2 #metkayina #avatar #avatar x reader

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mj2606k · 10 months

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A Gift From Eywa

Chapter 1 - A Second Chance Granted

This chapter starts out in a flashback, which will be italicized. Once it’s not italicized anymore it’s no longer a flashback.

Na’vi words will be in italics and blue

A lot of the recoms are probably going to be very OOC, I just write them how I interpret them and their personalities.

Miles Quaritch crawled out of the ocean onto the small island, bloodied and coughing violently as he choked up water and gasped for much-needed air. He turned to look at Spider with confusion written all over his face, before Cupcake flew down to land on the island with them. Quaritch hauled himself up onto his feet with a groan and stumbled his way over to his ikran (banshee), connecting his queue to it's own before turning to look at his son. The pair talked momentarily before Spider turned and went back into the ocean, ignoring Quaritch's pleads behind him as his head disappeared under the water and he swam off. With another pained grunt, Quaritch climbed up onto the ikran's back and stared at the place his son had gone underwater for a moment before mentally instructing Cupcake to lift off and fly away, back in the direction of the forest.

It had taken Quaritch many days to get back to the Pandoran forest, having to stop at least once a day to find food and drinkable water for him and his ikran, but once he got there he was quick to put as much distance between himself and the RDA headquarters. His remaining human instincts told him to go back to the one place he was most familiar with on this cursed planet, the one place he would be at least some form of safe, but his survival instincts told him the truth, which was to stay as far away from the humans as possible. Getting an RDA ship sunk would get him in enough trouble on it's own, but once the General learnt that he had failed the mission and Jake Sully and his family had once again escaped? Quaritch knew he would be as good as dead, and he also knew not to put it past anyone in that place to put a bullet between his eyes the instant that Ardmore gave the order. So he told Cupcake to take him away, to fly deep into the mountains until he was sure the humans would never find him; he'd already dug the tracking device out of his bicep on the way back to the forest.

It's another few days of being on his own with nothing and nobody for companionship other than his ikran, when one day while hunting for food he finds Lyle, who had found Mansk and Zdinarsk together only a day prior. They discuss what had happened since the battle with the Metkayina (Reef People) and the Sullys and all come to the shared conclusion that none of them would ever be returning to the RDA. So over the next week they do their best to make a home for themselves; Lyle had designated himself as the one to build their shelter, so while he spent his days chopping down small trees to make a hut and weaving large leaves together to make a roof and new clothing for them all, Quaritch and Z-Dog decided to make themselves responsible for gathering, hunting down, and killing food. Then whether they brought back another small animal or a few fruits that they'd managed to collect and deem safe to eat, Mansk would cook their findings over a fire until they were ready to be eaten.

Everything seemed to be going well for them despite their situation for another two weeks, before Z-Dog was unable to find any more fruit that they were completely sure was edible, and the wildlife around their small camp had grown used to Quaritch and were able to easily avoid his hunting since he was only able to use his knife, which meant only close-distance kills that required the element of surprise. The group of recoms had even begun discussing the possibility of rejoining the RDA, weighing their options on which way they were more likely to survive, but one day while out on a hunt together Zdinarsk and Quaritch found something that instantly gave them hope. They returned to their small camp to tell the others of their findings and they all agreed to go back the following day, and when they did they were greeted by a group of warriors from the well-hidden clan they had found in the mountains.

The warriors took the group to the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk, who through desperate pleading in broken Na'vi they had all been granted uturu (sanctuary) by and were handed over to the clan healers, who took them to the healing caves and cleaned their few wounds, applying ointment and numbing paste where it was needed before taking them to the elder women of the clan. The group of recoms were given real new Na'vi clothing and while Z-Dog assured Lyle that the three of them all thought he still did a wonderful job on the clothing he made, all four of them internally agreed that the real clothing was much better than what Lyle had managed to sloppily stitch together with stretchy vines and large tough leaves. The elders took each of them to separate parts of the cave to change into their new clothing, then once they were done they managed to communicate to the recoms that their new teachers would show up soon to begin teaching them and helping them settle into the clan, and the ladies were right! Less than half an hour passed before a tall Na'vi male appeared in the healers cave, helping a woman who was clearly heavily pregnant over the slight step down into the cave. Despite the man looking and seeming very wise for his years and the woman being so heavily pregnant, they both assured the recoms that they were actually in their early 20s, much like the recombinants themselves.

The group was only slightly surprised when the pair began speaking to them in near-perfect English, despite their heavy accents hinting to the fact that they were not native speakers of the language. The male stepped forward and offered a hand out to Quaritch, a smile on his face as he spoke, "I am Rawm, a gatherer in our clan. I believe this is a handshake, a form of greeting, yes?" With a small chuckle Quaritch nodded before taking the hand offered to him and shaking it, then Rawm reached and shook hands with Mansk, Lyle, and Z-Dog as well. As Rawm began explaining basic customs of the tribes to the recoms, Quaritch felt his attention shifting to the pregnant woman, who had yet to speak other than the initial greeting when they walked into the cave. She looked very zoned out, one hand resting against her lower back as she stared at the empty wall past the recombinants' bodies, her other hand absentmindedly rubbing over her large stomach. He just studied her quietly until she suddenly visibly winced and let out a soft groan of pain, catching the attention of the other four Na'vi as well as the attention of one of the healers further back in the cave.

The healer hurried over quickly, gently directing the woman to the opposite side of the cave before helping her lay down on an angled rock slab that was padded with some sort of mat woven out of soft vines. Quaritch watched the exchange as the woman and healer talked to each other quietly in Na'vi before the healer helped her drink a slightly chunky mixture out of a bowl that made her make a face of disgust. Noticing the lack of Rawm going and checking on the woman, he turned his attention to him before speaking, "Shouldn't you be checking on your.. wife?" He asked Rawm, watching as he puzzled over his words for a moment before smiling again as he responded, "I suppose a "wife" is one of those human words for a mate? Allìra is not my mate, she is my youngest sister. She has, or.. had, a mate a few months ago, but he was sadly lost in a battle with a different clan. She carries their only child, and she is not far from giving birth." He explains to us all, all the men nodding in understanding before they turned to watch Zdinarsk walk over cautiously, gently placing a hand on the woman, Allìra's shoulder and giving her a soft reassuring smile when she looked up at her.

Allìra smiled back softly, grateful for her comfort as she brings up a hand to gently pat at Z's before carefully fully laying back on the mat, rolling onto her side with help from both the healer and Z-Dog before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep, clearly physically exhausted at the work her body was putting into the small life forming inside her.

Quaritch couldn't help but feel his heart stutter slightly as he watched her drift off, his face not showing it but he felt extremely bad for the girl; she was still so young and she would have to go through the birth and the raising of this child on her own.

#mj2606k #avatar the way of water #mj2606kwrites #avatar ikran #avatar #na’vi avatar #avatar writer #avatar 2009 #a gift from Eywa #avatar recoms #recom squad #recom quaritch #miles quaritch #recom lyle wainfleet #recom mansk #recom zdinarsk #recom zdog

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thefandomthings · 1 year

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Eywa brought me to You

“I see you”

Pairing: Neteyam x f!reader

Notes: This is my first Avatar fic, sooooo it's probably not the best but it was an idea I've had, the peeps will probably be ooc, so I apologize. The war hasn't happened in this fic.

Warnings: fluff, bulling, Ao'nung is kind of a dick, but we love him, Neteyam and Ao’nung are a little ooc

The Desert Na’vi, or the Neni people. The most feared clan on Pandora, the humans are unaware that they exist, for the most part. Only few have entered the terrain, and none have come out alive. The desert Na’vi are fierce and are unafraid of anything or anyone. They live far up in the mountains, in a hole filled with dryness and barren ground. The wind blows constantly, sand and dirt always being inhaled, eye stinging with the sand, skin burning from the heat. It’s the way of life, but even the natives of the land need a break.

•••••

It was silent in the desert, the wind creating a gentle breeze, stirring up every grain of sand. In the middle of the unforgiving desert was The Dome, Where the desert clan lived. Behind the great walls, was the village. It was full of hustle and bustle; vacation is among the people.

“My people!” The thick accented voice of the chief echos among the village; all eyes are on the chief. “Our great departure will begin!” Cheers erupt from the people, whoops, hollers and war calls echo in the Dome.

“We ride!” The chief declares, pulling his hood over his head.

“We are so late, they are gonna leave without us!” Wails the youngest son of the Neni tribe, Seze. Tsamsiyu rolls his eyes annoyingly at his baby brother, such a baby sometimes.

“Just hold on, Seze...”

•••••

You sit on top of your spirit sister, Loran, a mighty serpent of the desert. Her beautiful purple scales shine in the sunlight, her tail rattles at the sight of her riders siblings; racing across the desert to get home for departure.

You giggle, hopping off and open the secret entrance into the dome, Tsamsiyu and Seze race through. You lead Loran into the Dome and close the door. Your brother rolls his eyes and sets Seze on the ground.

“Can you see the inside of your head when doing that, brother?” You smirk, your brother growls and pushes you with his shoulder as he walks by. “Heh, you’re lucky it was me who seen you and not-”

“And not us?” Your elder sister emerges from the shadows, war paint covering her tan skin, green eyes narrow, tail swishing aggressively with worry.

“You are stupid, brother” Syawn flicks her brothers forehead, he gives a small hiss and moves his head away. “Very stupid for bringing Seze along too”

“Shut up, Shxawng” Tsamsiyu glares at his twin sister. “You’re not the eldest, I am. So, stop acting like it”

Syawn hisses, baring her fangs with ferocity. Tsamsiyu brushes her off and finishes putting the rest of his valuables on his sattle and leads his spirit brother out with the rest of the people.

Syawn motions for you to finishes helping Seze and follow her out of the stable area. You set your younger brother in your sattle and lead his serpent out while Loran follows you. Seze just learned to ride his spirit brother and prefers to ride Loran until the departure.

Your father nods and watches the sky for your eldest sibling, Atan. He watches over the people from the sky, destin to be the be the next Olo'eyktan. He is promised to a beautiful woman from the Metkayina clan, they have yet to be mated under Eywa and mated for life.

Atans Ikran screeches, before landing infront of your father. Atan jumps off his Ikran, making sure to take his queue from his spirit brothers. He greets your father, his hands making a cone shape with his fingers dragging it from his forehead out and down; your father does the same in return with a big smile.

"My son, Toruk makto!" Your father brings Atan into his side by the shoulders, Atan much taller than your father. "Has returned! We ride! To the sea!"

The people cheer and connect their queues to their snakes, and with a war call they take off fastly through the Dome gate and out into the desert. Your brother and his group take flight on their Ikrans, watching for any enemies.

You help Seze on to his snake and carefully help connect their queues, his eyes widen; still not used to have such a deep connection with his animal yet. You motion for him to follow as the last of the clan close the gate and locks it; the gate will not open for another few months when you and the clan return home.

•••••

After the long journey to get out of the desert, through the forests and down to the shoreline. The clan waited for their snakes to shed their rough terrain scales and become a sea serpent.

Instead of being her normal dark purple, Loran was the color of the sand, a cream white. Out of the clan, Loran is the fastest, most agile snake in water; very hard to ride if inexperienced.

The next day and a half was spent traveling through the water, not once to stop and rest. The snakes will be extremely tired upon arrival at your Uncle and Aunts islands.

Tonowari and Ronal are not your biological family, but your father and them grew up together.

•••••

As you and your family come into the reef, fisherman and scouts blow through their shells, alarming the clan and the Sully's of the Nenis arrival.

Loran swims behind your sister’s snake and follows then onto the surface. Loran bends her neck, allowing you to slide off her scaled body and disconnect your queue. One your off, Loran shakes off the remaining water, her rattle shaking as she does so.

The Metkayina people smile and welcome you with open arms, Tonowari smiles and greets you and your family with the traditional 'I see you', before giving you and your sisters small hugs.

Tonowari and your father begin talking and walk away towards the village. You sigh and walk over to your snake; she bows her head when you begin to rub on her.

Usually, Tsireya is here with her father to greet you and talk about all the things you've missed in the past year; yet she nor Ao'nung are here. You and Ao'nung have a complicated relationship. You are a very nice person to everyone unless they mess with your family, and Ao'nung is the opposite. It's very hard to get along with someone who is the opposite of who you are, but you make it work for Tsireya.

"Y/n!" You turn your head to the shoreline. The person you were looking for dove off of her Ilu and into the water before running on land. She collided with you, her fin like arms surrounding your slim body. You giggle and hug your best friend back just as tight, her wet body rubbing onto your cloak; drying her but getting you wet, again.

"Tsireya! I've missed you"

You smile sweetly. She agrees with you and tells you she needs you to meet the new members of their clan. You look at her confused but follow along. She leads you through the village, stopping to say hello to any friends you have missed. You come to the edge of the village and stop in front of a mauri. Inside where dark blue Na'vi; Forest Na'vi.

There are four of them, two boys, two girls. Two of them had 5 fingers, two had the traditional na’vi four. Tsireya smiles at one of the boys with a small blush, the boy does the same in return.

You watched the tallest boy stand from his spot on the floor, his gold eyes staring into yours. He stood tall, blue skin damp from being in the water.

This must be Jake Sully’s family. The great Toruk Makto, who lead the 15 clans to victory against the sky people.

“Everyone, this is Y/n” You give a small, gentle smile and use your hand to greet them. The smallest one waves and skips over to you.

“I’m Tuk!” She looks up at you, taking in the detail of your face and ears. You almost look like Kiri, the way your nose points instead of being flat. You have a lot more human features. she gasps when she sees your hand. You have five fingers, just like Kiri and Lo’ak.

She grabs your hand and lifts it up high for everyone to see. They all look surprised, except for Tsireya. They look even more shocked to see you are not blue, but a tan color; looking even more human along with your odd hair color.

“You are human?” The eldest girl asked taking you hand and looking over you. “Half human” You correct her. She looks over you amazed.

“I’m Kiri, those Shxawngs are Lo’ak and Neteyam” She points to each brother. You smile kindly and Kiri leads you to sit down next to her and her brothers to. They begin to ask questions on how you look so human when being so Na’vi at the same time.

*****

Over the next few weeks, you and the Sully kids became best friends, especially you and Neteyam. He bonded with you because of your kind nature and selflessness, he respects you on a high level as you do him. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find you beautiful. Oh Eywa, your eyes are his favorite, especially at night when they glow, a traight your people have to be able to see through the sandstorms or when traveling at night or just in dark places.

Last week, Neteyam got the courage to ask to court you, and when you said yes, his dreams came true. He has yet to ask your father for his blessing, but nobody knows, not even Tsireya.

You and Neteyam walk along the beach, Kiri and Tuk lay in the water with their Ilu’s, Lo’ak is with Tsireya at the docks weaving new baskets for the fisherman.

“Your brother, Atan, is also Toruk Makto?” Neteyam asks watching the largest Ikran in the sky above. You hum in response.

Your tail swished behind you; the sound of his voice twists your stomach with butterflies. Neteyam’s ears twitch at the sound, he focuses on your tail, his gently brushing against your leg. The tips of your ears became red, he is such a tease.

Ao’nung and his little group of friends walk in front of you and your mate, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Is this all you do now, hangout with these freaks?” His friend laughs behind him. You pin your ears glaring at the bag of dicks in front of you. “Why does it matter to you, Ao’nung?” You hiss.

“Because you are gonna be promised to me, and not some forest freak” Neteyam growls, watching Ao’nung brush a piece of you fallen hair out of your face.

He grabs Ao’nung’s wrist harshly with a calm face. “Please, do not touch her”. Ao’nung swipes his hand back, looking between you and Neteyam. “She is mine, I can touch her when I can” Ao'nung bites back.

“No, she is mine” Neteyam growls. He grabs you by your jaw, bringing your lips up to his. By now the rest of your friends are watching and they gasp. Ao’nung’s eyes went wide.

“Haha! She’s taken fish lips!” Lo’ak laughs. Tsireya smiles at you and Neteyam. You two are meant for each other, she can feel it and so can you.

Later that evening, Neteyam asks your father for his blessing, and with the help of you sister and mother, he granted him with his blessing. After that, you went to Jake and Neytiri, Neytiri was spectacle at first, but she also gave her blessing.

Small waves crashed gently against the dock, you and your mates’ feet dangled in the water. His hand held yours gently, his thumb grazing over your knuckles lovingly.

You turn and face him, he looks at you from the corner of his eye. his stare intense. You giggle and bring his face to look at you. You caress his cheek while looking into his eyes.

“I see you, Neteyam” You whisper. Neteyam’s heart flutters as he presses his forehead against yours.

“I see you, my love”

Probably spelt names wrong, not very proofread sorry y’all.

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starhvney · 6 months

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goodluck on your queue!!! :D your writings are a delight, you should totaallllyy share what your gonna write :3 (only if you wanna! if you don't wanna feel free to delete this, again goodluck dude!!)

hi anon!! i don't mind sharing at all! i'm so glad you like my writing so much :) most of my requests are for gene you guys are eating him up!! (real, I've been obsessed with him since i was 12 too)

here's the requests i have (and a small hint to what it's about):

☆ mystreet!gene x fem!reader | fluff, slice of life, established relationship, babysitting together

☆ mystreet!aphmau & fem!reader | fluff, platonic close friendship and physical touch, slice of life (anon didn't specify whether it was platonic or romantic, but i only write platonically for the female characters, and since aphmau is the self-insert of jess i don't feel comfortable writing romantically about her!)

☆ pdh!gene x fem!reader | bully x smart/good dynamic, will be fluffy though, possibly will make pdh gene slightly ooc but i won't stray too far from his personality :')

☆ mystreet!gene x fem!reader | hurt/comfort, fluff?, takes place during the ultima incident/starlight lockdown

☆ mystreet!nana ashida x fem!reader | fluff, platonic, slice of life, slight hurt/comfort for nana

i also have a word doc full of fic and headcanon ideas, i counted 16 oneshots and like 40 headcanon/drabble prompts that i came up with and just haven't written yet! a few are in the works right now but i want to prioritize prompts first. maybe i'll come up with a schedule and do one request one personal and so on.

these are some oneshots and headcanons i've started on if you're curious:

☆ "home cooked meal", a mystreet!laurance x fem!reader oneshot

☆ "late night study", a fcu!garroth x fem!reader oneshot

☆ "i'll find my way back to you", a mcd!garroth x fem!reader oneshot

☆ apocalypse au headcanons

☆ beach vacation headcanons

i have a lot more in the works but i don't want to give away all of my surprises and secrets ;) thank you so much for the good luck! you're super sweet!!

#aphmau #aphmau mystreet #mystreet x reader #x reader #mystreet #aphmau mcd #mcd x reader #aphmau minecraft diaries #☆ star's inbox!

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icerosesummerbracket · 1 year

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[Submission]

Someone mentioned a fic about Spiceberry and Opal making cookies and I think it might have been mine? Opal’s kind of a dark horse, especially after the rerelease, so I know there was a surprising amount of fics about them so it might’ve been a different one? Either way, this is super old but I did wanna share it since we’re having a lil fandom revival!

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The heat from the wood stove and the smell of fire blooms filled the kitchen, wrapping itself around Opal like a blanket. People had chided Madame Spiceberry for “wasting” her powers on sweets of all things, but if her cooking made people happy, was it really a waste? Her patrons— their patrons now, Opal supposed— often said that the Madame’s secret recipes were the thing that brought them back again and again.

Opal sighed and looked down at the spread of ingredients before them. No pressure then…

Spiceberry clapped her hands together as she began, “Alright, now that we have everything set up, add the wet ingredients to one bowl and the dry ingredients to another.”

The…but nothing here was wet? Butter was when it melted, and eggs were on the inside, they guessed that that counted, but they weren’t sure about anything else. They grabbed the larger of the two bowls and decided to start with the obviously not-wets. Flour, salt, ginger, all of it measured out according to the recipe written in the madame’s swirly cursive. When they reached for the sugar, she stopped them.

“Ah, no dear, that goes in the other bowl.”

“But it’s dry?”

“Well yes, but…you haven’t baked very much before have you?”

Was it obvious? Opal felt their body shrink in embarrassment. “Um…no. My parents didn’t….w-we weren’t really…” they stumbled over their words. Did they have to say it? It wasn’t like she didn’t know enough already— hell, the way she took them in so readily, someone had probably told her. They shrugged, forcing a casual tone “You know how things are up north, if it’s not about fighting, we just didn’t bother.” It was an overly simple way to phrase it, but it was true. Strength and power seemed to matter above all else, it was what drove them to side with Radiance. It was why Opal decided to stay as far away from them as they could from now on.

Spiceberry placed a comforting hand on their shoulder and squeezed it. “Well my little gem, I’ve never been fond of fighting, and I’m more than happy to teach you if you don’t find it a bother.”

Opal blinked back tears. “I’d be happy to learn.” Suddenly the madame pulled them into a gentle hug. They wanted to linger there, in the warmth of her motherly embrace, but she let go quickly and began to do the baking herself, explaining each step as she went.

Their friends had helped them learn that the power Radiance offered would lead them down a dark path, but maybe here they could learn to wield a different kind of power. After all, the Lindera Inn had its own magic— fire blooms aside— one of welcoming kindness, fond memories, and gingersnaps.

[ooc: iirc it was never specified what Opal’s character arc was so I took some liberties bc I am a sucker for characters who have to learn how to be soft, but feel free to shoot this down if they have a backstory already/in the queue and this contradicts that too much]

[Submission end]

this is so good. i'm baking you cookies for this (metaphorically)

#submission #in character #unreality #ice rose summer #opal aroiis #opal #madame spiceberry aroiis #madame spiceberry

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cultesdesghoules · 2 years

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『•• tag masterlist ••』

this list was created in case anyone needed or wanted to blacklist anything on my blog. muses are sorted by fandom and tags will be separated by a slash ( / ). tags for aesthetics, headcanons, threads, etc. will not be listed, as they will not be seen anyway if a muse’s tag is properly blacklisted. ship tags may be added in the future. this list is currently up-to-date, and will be edited if and when muses are added or dropped. (bonus game: drink a glass of water every time i use the words blood and death. /jk )

ooc : secularhaze • answered / secularhaze • art / secularhaze • dash game / secularhaze • graphics / secularhaze • keepsake / secularhaze • post / secularhaze • queue / secularhaze • promo / secularhaze • psa / secularhaze • resources / secularhaze • self promo / secularhaze • self reblog / secularhaze • signal boost / secularhaze • update / secularhaze • meme; mutuals only & specify muse / secularhaze • open starter; mutuals only / secularhaze • plotting call; mutuals only / secularhaze • starter call; mutuals only & specify muse — berserk : falsoparadiso • serpico better call saul : florazul • ignacio chainsaw man : lifethief • angel / chainsawperversion • denji / silentviolence • galgali / insatiablefiend • power / tripledao • quanxi dead by daylight : achievementunlocked • min / seethingbloom • the blight / murderselfie • the ghost face / ragerotted • the hag / bloodmoon • the trickster demon slayer : demoninhaled • genya / farawayprayer • gyomei / loveprotector • nezuko / enticingblood • sanemi / verdantstorm • zenitsu dorohedoro : devourgyoza • kaiman / bloodsoaked • shin dream daddy : proteinpower • craig / antimothman • robert fandomless : inkedstory • brent / glitterghost • élise / terrorsfinest • erik / hauntedpages • malachi / meatmedicine • malthe / alwayswatching • mikołaj / believingheart • oriana / deathvendor • ruben / fogweaver • senan / needlepainted • taejo / dreamingmagic • tishk / warfareparadise • tobias far cry 3 : insanitydefined • vaas fire emblem fates : deathtouched • beruka / witchsoul • rhajat / divinewielded • takumi fire emblem: three houses : alwayswins • caspar / fightingsolution • cyril / wolfblade • felix / beastsummons • hapi / goddethroned • hubert / inspiredeffort • ignatz / silkenwolf • yuri ghost : apotheosisentombed • æther ghoul / hellhammer • earth ghoul / primevaldefiler • papa emeritus i / grantedsovereignty • papa emeritus ii / sworndisobedience • papa emeritus iii / soulsubmerged • water ghoul halloween : autumnlegacy • allyson / normalcysought • karen / huntersmoon • laurie / survivedagain • lindsey / hackslash • the shape kiki’s delivery service : flyingspirit • kiki / paintedjoy • ursula little witch academia : magicintentions • atsuko / enchantingwormwood • sucy midnight mass : erodedworld • hassan / thunderousdeaths • john nana : brutallysoft • nana / punkperfection • nobu / blastbeat • yasu persona 5 : arcanarevealed • chihaya / thatglitch • futaba / queenplayer • hifumi / plaguewrought • tae / expectationswrecked • ryuji / brushwielded • yusuke princess mononoke : eyesunclouded • ashitaka

scp foundation : plaguemasked • scp 049 spirited away : riverdragon • haku / whitefox • lin stardew valley : prettymess • haley / sewermystery • krobus / hypnotizingpentagram • rasmodius stranger things : osculumobscenum • eddie the elder scrolls : suneater • bhora / violetlightning • eldingar / wildhunt • hircine / healingwings • lumini / buriedalive • maina / revengepurpose • maranam / talenteddeath • moarte / sweetpestilence • peryite / agilespirit • stelo / emeraldocean • tiburon / darknessconsumed • vaermina the walking dead : horrorplatformer • glenn the witch : livedeliciously • black phillip the witcher : magicshackled • avallac'h tomie : seducedestroy • tomie trick ‘r treat : darkholiday • sam true detective : closeddoors • roland until dawn : horrorlaughed • joshua what we do in the shadows : slightlyinsulting • laszlo / bloodgraced • nadja / failedtransformation • vladislav

#secularhaze • tag masterlist

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