#ray is so normal about this clan of two

[din-dadrin]

love is found in all the ways grogu’s ear flops and folds and presses up against din’s arm or shoulder or chest or any space they bend into to accommodate each other actually

[pandoraslxna]

can I request a story where ao’nung is the reader’s step brother and she accidentally flashed him and he couldn’t handle himself and he knows its wrong but he just had to mate with her

(I know this is weird but i’ve just been fantasising about it)

Under control

Stepbro Ao'nung x female metkayina reader

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: explicit smut, stepcest (= they’re stepsiblings, means they’re not blood related!), aged up characters, oral (f receiving), voyeurism, slightly obsessive Ao’nung, teasing, sexual tension, slightly bratty reader, p in v, creampie

Notes: I hope you both don’t mind that I fused these two requests together, they just fit so well 👀 (definitely not my best work lol I wrote this instead of sleeping and it’s not proofread so it probably won’t make much sense)

Na’vi translation:

Tsmuke - sister

Ao'nung thought he had it under control.

He really thought that he would easily be able to restrain himself, when you joined his family of five, as some kind of stepsister.

You were pretty, no doubt. And Ao’nung lied to himself that it was normal, the way he looked at you. He tried to make himself believe that it was probably hard for every men to peel their eyes off of you whenever you walked by with that sway of your hips, almost seductively, or emerged from the water like some goddess.

No, there was definitely nothing wrong with him. It was totally normal that his gaze lingered on your body for way longer than necessary, consuming every inch of your skin, eyes following every droplet of sea water that ran down your body to places where he’d like to touch, kiss, bite and— no.

He had it under control.

You were considered part of his family now and he had to brush off these kind of thoughts about you.

And he definitely had it under control.

That was, until he stumbled upon you on a late evening, down at the shore. It was his secret spot, a piece of hidden beach, far from the village, where he’d often spent some time away from any annoying duties as the future olo’eyktan of his clan. Apparently, you had discovered that place too.

Great, he thought, you really can’t have shit for yourself on these islands…

Ao’nung was about to send you off, tell you to find your own spot and leave him alone. But the sight that revealed in front of him throws him off guard completely.

You had intended to sunbath here, where you were undisturbed and alone. Savoring the last few rays of sun, before the eclipse would begin. Completely oblivious of your stepbrothers presence, you had untied your top and loincloth and lied down, your eyes fluttering shut when your back met the warm sand. Ao’nung had to swallow thickly and his hands flexed into tight fists on his sides, while he watched you from afar.

Every day it was getting harder for him to contain himself when you were around. Especially difficult, if he was forced to watch your body move in the clear water all day long. How your top would sometimes rise up, when you tied your hair together, almost exposing your chest to him. How tight your clothes would cling to your curves when you emerged from the water. And how you dried yourself in the sun, just like right now. With the last droplets of sea water collecting in your navel and sweat beading on your breasts, making his mouth water. Fuck, you really had some pretty tits. The perfect size, so round and soft looking that he wanted to bury his head in between them.

Ao’nung knew he should go. He should go and cool off, but the place where he would usually go to do just that, was unfortunately already occupied. And that’s when he finally lost it, his self control.

Enough is enough, he thought and approached you with determination written clearly on his face.

"You’re a little tease, you know that?"

"Fuck– Ao’nung", you gasp, startled, and quickly fold both of your arms over your chest in an attempt to cover yourself. "Don’t sneak up on me like that!"

"Sneak up on you?", your stepbrother scoffed, "You’re the one laying naked on the beach, for the whole world to see, in broad daylight!"

"Well, to my defense, I thought I was alone", you explained, rolling your eyes at him. You knew that Ao’nung was protective of his family, but he wasn’t your father. And you wouldn’t let him shame you for doing something as simple as sunbathing.

"Oh, don’t play dumb with me", Ao’nung suddenly sneered with a sharp grin on his face, "You know exactly that this is where I go to be alone. And you happen to have a sunbath right here? Naked?"

You frown at his words. "I mean yes, but… i thought you and Rotxo were still—", you begin to stammer, but Ao’nung is quick to cut you off with a laugh, shaking his head.

"No, you know exactly that I wasn’t with Rotxo all day." He takes a step closer to you and you had to crane your neck to look up at him now. "Sounds to me like you did that on purpose", he chuckles, tilting his head, "Say, are you trying to seduce your big brother?"

A faint blush suddenly garnishes your cheeks and the tip of your ears and your eyes widen, "Seduce you? I’m sorry, what?" You laugh, but can’t help the way it sounds a little forced, only adding further to Ao‘nungs suspicion.

The smirk on Ao‘nungs face is almost dangerous now, sharp fangs poking out between his lips and you catch a glimpse of his tongue swiping over them as if he’s hungry and staring at a meal he’s about to devour. And then your eyes fall lower, lower, all the way down to what’s right in front of your face.

Ao’nungs gaze follows yours and then he chuckles, watching how you stare at the prominent bulge of his boner, you were currently eye level with. "See anything you like, tsmuke?"

Your eyes flick up to him again, the blush on your cheeks growing more red as you stare at each other. But then you suddenly smile, as smugly as ever, "Don’t tell me a little bare skin made you that hard?"

Slowly, Ao‘nungs face drops to something close to a scowl, a sight that makes you giggle. His ego surely was as big as he was tall and he was just so easy to tease, you had realized about a year ago, using this fact as an advantage whenever he tried to tease you. Usually, it helped you get out of whatever trouble you were in. Gave you the upper hand in any fight. Usually…

"Are you a virgin, nungy?", you giggle, tilting your head almost mockingly, "Is this your first time seeing a girl naked?"

Slowly, almost sensually, you drop your arms from your chest, letting your hands glide over your breast, fingers brushing over your hardened nipples, letting goosebumps appear on your body, before they fall to your sides. Ao’nung swallows.

"Cut that out", he growls through gritted teeth, "You know I hate that nickname."

Again, you giggle and in an innocent gesture, you fold your hands together in your lap, purposefully causing your breasts to be squished together between your arms and making them appear bigger. "Well, are you?"

His hand snaps to your jaw so quick that you can barely proceed that they had moved at all, squeezing your soft cheeks between his fingers in a strong grip. "Oh, you wanna find out?", he growls.

There’s the tiniest movement, barely a nod, but with the way Ao’nung was gripping your jaw, holding you firm, it was all you could manage. But it was all that he needed, to finally, finally give in to you, give in to himself, to loose his last bit of self control.

Ao‘nung grins as he crouches down to be eye level with you, abandoning your jaw in order to hold your shoulders and push you back down against the sand with soft thud. He manhandles you into position, legs spread and then angled- no, rather folded so your knees were almost touching your ears.

His hands are on the backside of your thighs, keeping them open and presenting your glistening cunt to him like a five course meal. With a chuckle, Ao’nung licks his lips, "Look at you, I‘ve barely even started and you’re soaking already."

A shudder runs through you at this, his face so close to the space between your legs that you felt his hot breath against your skin.

"Is that why you were 'sunbathing' here? Are you getting off from flashing your brother, huh? So wet just because I’ve seen your pretty tits."

"Stepbrother…", you mutter softly, a weak attempt to defend your dignity. There’s a cute pout forming on your flustered face, much to Ao’nungs amusement. "Doesn’t fucking matter", he shrugs and grins, "You’re still a filthy girl, about to get fucked so good that you’ll be screaming my name. Your stepbrothers name."

The moment those words had left his lips, he wasted no more time and with a speed born of practice, he dove headfirst between your thighs. He kissed your pubic bone, traveling down to part your folds with his tongue and spread you open with a long lick, ending with his mouth on your clit. He sucked and lapped and made you squirm within seconds. Another stroke with his tongue, followed by a deep kiss on your throbbing clit, and then he came up for air, savoring your taste and scent.

You still smell like the ocean from your previous swim, skin warm from drying in the sun and theres a sweetness to your taste that lights a fire inside him.

"Eywa, you taste so damn good", Ao’nung groans as he lick his lips. His chest heaves as he catches his breathe, unintentionally mimicking the way you were trying to do the same. Your breath hitches in your throat when he lowers his head again, the tickle of his tongue induces a shaky moan as he begins to rim your entrance, strong hands holding you from squirming away. When his tongue pushes inside, your legs twitch to spread them wider and your hips push up for more, trying to grind on Ao’nungs face in pure reflex. Your body definitely knew what it wanted, no matter how wrong it may be.

Your arousal, hot and wet on his mouth, drove him wild with lust. With each stroke, he felt you open up more and more, your warm slickness leaking out and sliding down his chin as he devoured you. Ao’nung could take you right now if he wanted to— so wet, so eager, so very ready. He could ram into you balls-deep as easy as anything. The urge shot like lightning through his core and into his cock. He could rip down his loincloth, grab you by the ankles and fuck you into the sandy ground till you screamed. If he really laid into you, they'd hear it from the other end of the shore, all the way down to the village. Let everyone know that Ao’nung was doing something forbidden, that he was fucking his precious stepsister and he was doing a real good job with it.

Those thoughts made him moan into your pussy and he delved as deep as he could go. He felt every movement rippling through you, every tiny twitch and spasm. Just warning tremors now, but the big one was coming and he'd make sure it came hard.

"Hmm oh fuck", you hummed breathlessly, "m‘so close, right there. Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop please! Please I’m gonna cum!" Your voice had turned into a sweet whine and your head lolled, but in your core, the muscles that had melted just moments ago began to tighten, tense and tremble as you neared the edge.

And then he placed a skilled kiss to your clit and your breath caught. He knew that sound, has heard it so many times before, when you were playing with yourself in the other room of the marui, thinking that everyone was already sound asleep. When he was listening, fisting his cock in a furious pace, to the sweet sounds that you made, wondering what you were thinking about. Such a tiny noise, barely audible, and with a low moan of anticipation, he buried his face into you. Your back arched, quivering— right there, right there, as you felt yourself poised on the brink, and with a breathless, "Coming," you did.

You trembled as the tingling feeling of your orgasm pulsed through your veins. Your body bucked in reflex— once, twice, and the third time became a shuddering full-body spasm as you drew out the feeling for as long as you could. Then, slowly, it released you and withdrew, leaving you completely breathless.

"Hm, well that was easy", Ao’nung chuckled lowly as he came back up, the bottom half of his face glistening in your juices. The sight made you blush. He then finally let go of your thighs in order to drape your legs over his strong shoulders, pulling you close enough that you felt the tip of his hard cock prodding at your entrance. "You have another one in you, don’t you? Cause I need to feel you come around my cock like that."

"Yes, yes fuck, Ao’nung please", you whine, simultaneously nodding your head as best as you can, "need you to fuck me, don’t hold back!"

"Oh don’t worry, tsmuke, I’ve lost all of my self control about twenty minutes ago", Ao’nung tells you with a sharp grin, "Not even Eywa could make me hold back now."

And with that, he pushes forwards, the head of his cock nudging itself through your wet entrance with minimal resistance and your mouth drops in a silent gasp as the first few inches press into you. It’s a tight, snug fit, and the pleasure shivers through his entire body as he digs his hands into the soft skin of your waist and feels the silky, perfect heat of your cunt clenching down on him. You’re wet, slicked with arousal and spit, relaxed from your previous orgasm, yet he still groans, "S-Shit and you’re calling me a virgin? You’re fucking tight like one!"

Ao’nung released a deep breath, that he didn’t even realize he was holding, when he was finally buried to the hilt inside you. He could come just from this, just from finally being inside of you, without even moving or actually laying a finger on you— and he’s tempted to, if only he wasn’t trying to prove something here. A lame excuse for the both of you to finally give in to each other.

"I‘m not… not tight", you mumble, "you’re just so f-fucking big!"

"Yeah that’s probably right", your stepbrother scoffed and both of his muscular arms came to hug your legs even tighter against his chest, your ankles locking behind his head. Ao’nung then pulls all the way out, leaving only the tip inside, before slamming back into you. Toes curling, you cry out in ecstasy. Lewd slapping sounds of flesh against flesh fill both of your ears within seconds, as Ao’nung sets a hard and fast pace. It doesn’t take long for you to be reduced to a blubbering mess of whimpers and moans as he repeatedly stretches and fills you.

You arch your back as another wave of pleasure rushes through you and the angle allows him to fuck even deeper into you. Above you, Ao’nung groans and hisses, cursing your tightness and the way your wet walls seem to massage his cock as he plunges it in and out of you.

He was thrusting into you so hard now, it knocked the very air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for breath. You already felt so close again, another orgasm building so painfully quick inside you, that you could barely keep up with it.

"Do it", Ao’nung said, sounding almost as breathlessly as you did. It was only now that you realized, you must’ve said something about your approaching orgasm. "Fucking do it, come on this cock. C‘mon, be a good girl and I’ll fill you up with my cum."

Like you were obeying a command, your eyes rolled back and your eyelids shut, finally feeling yourself tipping over the edge with a scream of his name. Your second orgasm completely knocked the breath out of you then, body exploding in a hot burst of pleasure that made you see stars.

"There you go." His words were barely audible over your moans, chants of curses and his name, as he helped you through it. "You’re squeezing me so tight, o-oh fuck, so good."

Ao’nung knew that there was no going back from this now. The damage was done, the border was crossed and both of you would surely land in what the humans would call hell. But by eywa was it worth it, with the way he felt your tight pussy clamp down around his cock in such a vice-like grip, that he had trouble pulling out properly and slamming back in.

How could something that was supposed to be wrong even feel so damn good?

He fucked you harder now, desperately pounding into you as he chased his own desperate release. His body locked up, every muscle becoming rock hard, and then a shudder started from the base of his spine, flowering outward through his entire body. You felt him come harder than you expected him to, you had to admit.

Ao’nung gave one last thrust, hips pausing, and then you felt it flowing— hot shots of cum pumped into you, filling you up nice and warm as he lost himself inside you with a groan.

You still weren’t there, not really, not when he pulled out with a heavy sigh, when the cum started to drool down your legs and when he shuffled to his feet. Your thoughts were syrupy-slow, still drunk of the feeling of two so mind blowing orgasm, that it took you several moments to realize that Ao’nung was reaching a hand out for you to take.

He rolls his eyes when you finally take it and then he pulls you up, making you stand on wobbly legs. Immediately, you begin to claw on his arms. A desperate attempt to keep you from falling, as your knees buckled like you were a freshly birthed Yerik foal. You mutter a quiet curse, your gaze adverted to the ground in embarrassment.

"Hm, sorry i kinda lost control", Ao’nung chuckles, his chest puffing up in pride, "Still think your big brother’s a virgin or did I fuck that thought right out of you?"

You look up at him and glare, or at least you try to, but fail miserably thanks to the blush spreading all over your face, making you look more flustered and coy than anything else. You only hum your response, not trusting your voice just yet. You were sure that it was hoarse by now, from the way you were screaming his name just moments ago. It’s a defeated sound that’s like music to his ears and you press your lips into a thin line, while he gathers your loincloth off the ground and ties it around your hip. A self-satisfied smile spreads over his lips by the sight of his cum running down the inside of your thighs.

"Yeah that’s what I thought."

[anakin-pilled]

SILVER SPRINGS (Lo'ak x Fem! Reader)

pairing: lo'ak x fem! reader

wordcount: 7.6k

warnings: angst, fandom cliches, amateur writing, bantering, unrequited love (?), complex family dynamics, A LOT OF CLICHES IM SORRY, bad pacing (my bad bro idk how to pace a story im new to this), not sure what else as this is pretty tame

rating: SFW! though my blog is 18+ because i interact with nsfw content, anyone can technically read this?

taglist: @teyamsatan

author's note: okay hi this is my first fanfic that i've ever written before? not counting fanfics i wrote in middle school anyway i got the idea for this fanfic after listening to silver springs by fleetwood mac and i was so obsessed with this idea that i had to make it come true? im a huge neteyam girly so this is a shocker that my first fic ever is about lo'ak (he's my babygirl, just not the LOML like neteyam). uhhh im only familiar with academic writing and this is my first time EVER dipping my toe into the waters of creative writing so pls bear with me if this is not perfect. i actually think this is quite flat and tbh i hate the pacing like its actually awful and there is so much room for improvement, but hey what can i do? IM A NEWBIE AT THIS!! with that being said, if you do decide to read, please treat me with some grace because i am sensitive and i did this purely for fun!!! i know my lo'ak stans are starving for fics and im here to deliver!!!! i am not a professional or seasoned writer by any means but i really tried my best to create something enjoyable ): i don't know why this ended up being so long but it did and there WILL be a part two, i already have it outlined. SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, here is my first avatar fanfiction!!

proofread and edited but i got lazy toward the end LOL if you see any mistakes, please tell me kindly <3

You could be my silver spring

Blue-green colors flashin'

I would be your only dream

Your shinin' autumn ocean crashin'

The forest blended into a mixture of vibrant colors as you ran away from the incoming threat. Beautiful shades of blue, green, and purple passed around you. The feeling of the bare ground, soft and pliant from the morning dew, normally imbued you with a sense of stability and peace. As long as your feet were on the ground and connected to Ewya’s bountiful moon, you knew everything would be alright. However, this time, the feeling of the bare ground underneath your feet felt the opposite of stable and peaceful. The ground served as a reminder of how much longer you had to run until you reached the safe confines of the Omitikaya clan. 

You stopped running with a quick halt. Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to catch your breath. The beads in your hair clacked together in a cacophony as you looked around in different directions. The sun broke through the tree canopy and highlighted the forest like a kaleidoscope. Swish. You quickly turned your head to the other side to catch sight of what made the noise but all you could see was the rustling of the bush–as if whatever you were looking for was looking for you too before running off. Without a second to spare, you dashed in the direction of the village. But you only made it a few feet ahead of you before you were tackled by something heavy and shoved to the forest ground.

“I win.” said the voice from above in a triumphant, but annoying, manner. 

“You got to be faster than that, ‘eylan.” As you shaded your eyes with your hand, you were met with the illuminating picture of Lo’ak on top of you. The sun shone above on Lo’ak and cast him in beautiful rays of light. He looked like an angel–like a celestial being sent straight from Ewya’s heart and into your eyesight. Though you have never seen an angel, Norm described them as ethereal and pure religious beings. And at this moment, Lo’ak was an angel. 

“Get off me, fatass.” You said as you pushed Lo’ak weight off your body. You secretly loved the weight of his body on yours and how it radiated a warmth that hugged your body and soul. Lo’ak rolled off with ease and laid next to you on the foliage. “Hey! No need to insult me because you lost yet another round of hunter and prey.” 

Hunter and prey. A game that all Omitcayan children played growing up. And though you and Lo’ak were no longer children, you continued to play this game. Lo’ak claims it’s a great way to burn energy and let loose. You suspected he liked playing so often because it allowed him to avoid whatever daily chores his father, the Olo’eyktan, assigned him. And while you could think of better ways to spend your time, you indulged in Lo’ak’s childish whims because it brought him happiness. What type of best friend would you be if you didn’t? 

“I’m not insulting you because I lost. I could care less about losing,” You explained. “I’m insulting you because tackled me to the ground and put your entire weight on my body. Lay off the yovo fruit and I might insult you less.” 

Lo’ak scoffed at your response and stuck his tongue out in a mocking manner. “You mean the yovo fruit that Spider and I specifically collected because you asked for it? Yeah, I got put on ikran pen duty for a week after that since we missed curfew.” 

You simply rolled your eyes and aimed your middle finger at Lo’ak. Yeah, you definitely spent way too much time around Lo’ak. 

You both basked in the sun and listened to the sound of the forest: your home, your comfort place, the lifeline of the People. You thanked Eywa every day for the forest and the way it provided for you endlessly–from the delicious yovo fruit, to the medicinal herbs, fauna, and everything in between. There was a gentle rustle in the air as it approached low afternoon. If closed your eyes and listened hard enough, you could hear the faint buzz of the insects and the leaves fluttering. 

As you turned on your side to face Lo’ak, you noticed he still had his eyes shut. Your eyes raked over his stripes–the stripes that would forever be engrained in your brain–and focused on the armband that fits snugly on his upper arm. The weaved armband was made out of dried, violet stalks from the tstxa'a plant and braided into a traditional, intricate Omatikayan pattern. You added tiny clay beads that you hand-molded and painted a color very similar to a marigold–you captured copious amounts of juice from the banana fruit just to have enough pigment to create a dye. A small smile appeared on your face as you recall how long it took you to make the armband. 

Your eyes slowly made their way toward his face. They widened as they realized Lo’ak’s eyes were open and staring at you too. The air was charged with tension as you both continued to stare at each other in silence. 

You and Lo’ak always had this weird ability to communicate through eye contact alone. Your friendship, which was forged in childhood, ran so deep that words failed to represent what your eyes could. He was your other half as much as you were his. In these small moments of intimacy, you remember just how much you love Lo’ak. There was an unspoken bond between you two–a bond that went beyond friendship and teetered on the edge of romantic love. And while it was undeniable that there was something more happening between the two of you, your relationship stayed on that flimsy edge. 

“What are you thinking about,” you whispered in a tone so soft that it reached Lo’ak ears like a tender caress. 

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking,” Lo’ak replied with a teasing lilt in his voice and a glitter in his amber eyes. While everyone in the Omatikaya clan had the same shades of bright, yellow eyes, you thought Lo’ak had the prettiest. You raised the muscle on your face, where your eyebrows would have been if you had, and furrowed your forehead in suspicious knowing. 

“Thinki-” “I’m thinking about how funny it would be if I beat your ass in another round of hunter and prey! Last one to the village has to take over foraging duty!,” Lo’ak shouted with a boyish smile as he got up quickly and ran in the direction of his kelku.  

You got up from the lush grass and ran after him with another exacerbated breath.

The day drawled along as you patrolled the forest for the dandetiger tree. You looked for its long, azure leaves and armored trunk. As a healer in training, you were tasked by Mo’at to look for the tree for samples of the resin-like substance that it leaked. The sticky substance was extremely helpful to the Omatikaya clan in many ways as it behaved like an adhesive. It was especially important to healers as they used the dangetiger tree as part of treating wounds and ensuring bandages stuck and protected healing wounds. The healing hut ran low on its supply, thus you found yourself wandering through the forest. Kiri offered to accompany you, but you could tell she rather focus on perfecting the paste she was mixing. A major perk of being best friends with Lo’ak is that you also became close with his family and found a small niche within the Sully family.

You were an extension of Lo’ak, but also the opposite of him in some ways. Whereas Lo’ak was more energetic and impulsive, you were calmer and sensical. You both balanced each other perfectly; you were the yin to his yang. While Lo’ak’s nature often got him in trouble with his family, namely his father and older brother, you loved his high energy and zest for life. Sure, he could use more pragmatism in his daily thinking, but you saw Lo’ak’s personality as a blessing more than a hindrance, especially in times of war and destruction. If Lo’ak was your sun, then you were his moon–stable and outer-worldly. You were unwavering. Your nurturing nature and kind soul always amazed Lo’ak, even in the worse of times, you took it upon yourself to think and act as an optimist. You carried yourself with a sense of dignity that Lo’ak wishes he could replicate.

Though none of you ever admitted it out loud, you and Lo’ak knew that you loved each other in a way that best friends didn’t.

Despite your differences, you both had a passion for exploring and adventure. If Lo’ak went anywhere, you followed. And if he got in any trouble, you were only a few steps behind him. While Lo’ak intention for mischief was partially caused by the motivation to piss off his father, you believed that Eywa made Pandora for the purpose of exploring. Why would she make Pandora so magnificent and rich in life if not to experience every single crevice, nook, and cranny of it? While the forest would always be your home and the place you want to spend the rest of your life in, you could not deny the appeal of a nomadic lifestyle like the Olangi clan. However, with the return of the sky people on Pandora, your exploring had been cut to a short. Unable to venture into the unknown parts of the forest, the parts that resulted in a scolding or two from both your mom and Mr. Sully, you were forced to stay within the clan’s boundary lines.

Your thoughts were cut short as your heard movement in the background. The bag on your shoulder was discarded to the ground as you took out your bow and arrow. You were no warrior, but you begged Lo’ak to teach you enough to be able to defend yourself. Any Na’vi should know this little. You prayed to Eywa that it wasn’t a palulukan, or worse—a sky demon. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of your face as you aimed your bow in the direction of where you heard the noise. You aimed at the bushes before letting your final finger release the bow.

“Relax, syulang! It’s just me, Lo’ak!,” he said as he came out from the bushes of loreyu and walked to where you were standing. “Lo’ak,” you huffed with annoyance in your voice. “Don’t scare me like that, you skxawng! I was really focused on finding a dandetiger tree. Tsahik’s orders. What are you even doing here? I thought you were training with your father.”

“Lo’ak,” you huffed with annoyance in your voice. “Don’t scare me like that, you skxawng! I was really focused on finding a dandetiger tree. Tsahik’s orders. What are you even doing here? I thought you were training with your father.” 

As Lo’ak walked closer to you, you noticed the downturn expression on his face. Your immediate heart softened. He must have had another fight with his father, you thought to yourself. Lo’ak turned his face toward yours and you saw the unshed tears in his eyes that threatened to fall any second now.

“I, uh, I was training with my father until we got into a fight and I stormed off,” he said with a shaky breath. You could tell Lo’ak was trying to keep his composure, not wanting to show that vulnerable side he desperately tries to hide away. Yet, you knew better than that. Every time Lo’ak tried to shut down and hide his emotions, you came running after him and knocked down the fragile walls he built around himself. The walls were fragile because Lo’ak knew he would and could never shut you out completely. He took a deep, shaky breath before continuing, “I’m just so sick of it. He expects me to be this perfect son and soldier all in one, but I’m not Neteyam. I’m just Lo’ak.”

You always thought Lo’ak was the most complex person you ever met. He was the second-born son of the revered Toruk Makto and mighty Palulukun Makto. But, Lo’ak was so much more than that to you. He was more than both of his parents. Though he would never admit it, Lo’ak was a lost soul. Not quite like Neteyam, the mighty warrior and dutiful son, or the spiritual Kiri who was literally like Ewya’s disciple. Hell, even everyone knew Tuk would grow into a fine, strong-spirited woman! Lo’ak didn't know where he fit in his family. Of course, the Sully family loved him, and Lo’ak loved his family just as much. But that still didn’t stop the gnawing, deep feeling in Lo’ak’s subconscious from telling him that he would never amount to greatness like the rest of his family. You wished Lo’ak wouldn’t be so hard on himself because you also had a deep feeling in your subconscious that Lo’ak was destined for greatness–the feeling was embedded so deep in your bones that you would bet your left on it. 

“I know that I’m a fuck up.” 

“You’re no-”

“It’s okay, syulang. I know I’m a fuck up. I can see it in the tribes’ faces every time they hear my father lecture me, or worse, hear Neteyam lecture me. I can see it in my fathers’ eyes and in the way the rest of my family pities me.”

“Your family doesn’t pity you, Lo’ak. If anything, they pity the way your father has been forced into this weird dichotomy of the punisher and protector ever since the sky demons returned and how it’s taken an effect on your relationship,” you tried to explain as sweetly as possible. 

You took a step closer to Lo’ak and examined his face. Though his tears had dried and his eyes were now puffy, you could still tell there was a great sadness within him. You wished you could take all his pain and suffering so he didn’t have to. 

“I don’t know who I am besides the fuck up, or the troublemaker. I feel like my entire existence is defined by all the things I am not. Defined by the way I’m different from Neteyam or Kiri. I want to be defined by who I am, but I don’t even know who that is most of the time,” said Lo’ak. “I try so hard, but it is never enough to satisfy my father. Or myself. I feel this heavy pressure in my chest and no matter what I do to relieve it, it stays. If I am not meant to be the next Olo’eyktan or the next Tsahik, then who am I meant to be? Sure–I am training to become a warrior, but I’m not sure if this is something I want or if it is a role I am forced into. I know I’m impulsive and reckless and irresponsible, but I try so hard, but what if that isn’t enough to look over all my flaws and mistakes?”

You moved even closer and tucked one of Lo’ak’s front braids behind his ear. You always loved his hair like this. It suited his face so well. His braids were adorned by various beads, each with its own significance and memory attached to them. The beads he wore today were a pretty amethyst color. Your mind quickly flashbacked to the day you both created the matching beads. You both swam all day in one of the forest’s ponds trying to find the purple stones underwater so you could both craft new beads. Lo’ak almost passed out from lack of air twice and your hair was so tangled by the end of the day that it took your mother three hours to undo the gnarly knots. It was totally worth it, however, because you gained new accessories and memories to match. But before you could let yourself get too far away in the past, you shifted your attention towards Lo’ak and began to speak.

“I see you, Lo’ak. I see all of you. I know that you feel like a lost soul and that you get too caught up in comparing yourself to the rest of your family. And I truly wished you didn’t compare yourself to others so much because you are so special.” Lo’ak’s face grew warm at your words. Before he could respond, you interrupted him and continued to talk. “You feel like you are too different from your family and think you do not fit in, but you do! You are the light of your family; you bring laughter and happiness. The Sully dynamic would not be the same without you–it would be too serious and no one would have fun! Lo’ak, you have a strong heart like your father. Even though you could use some impulse control, I know you never have ill intentions. We are still so young and have so much more maturing to do. Do not let yourself be defined by the mistakes of your past. Mistakes are bound to happen–they are as natural as birth and death. You’re the light of my life too. Without you, there is no one else in this clan that could make me smile as much as you do. No one to explore with and quench our thirst for curiosity. You say that you are impulsive, but there is too much excitement in your body to contain it. I love seeing your excitement and wander–it is a reminder of Pandora’s goodness and the way Eywa intended us to live. You are not irresponsible, you are just learning along the way like we all are. There is no one like you, and my heart is torn because you do not see yourself in the same way. I pray to Eywa that you could see yourself through my eyes.” You then placed one hand on Lo’ak’s chest, right above his heart.

“​​Nga yawne lu oer, Lo’ak.” There was no going back now. You said it–the words that would either be fatal to your soul or make your heart sore higher than the Hallejuah Mountains. And though there was a risk of Lo’ak rejecting you completely, you jumped off the fragile cliff that your friendship lived on. All the intimate moments, the knowing smiles, and the lifetime of shared memories led you to this moment. 

A moment of silent pass as you waited for Lo’ak’s response to your confession. Lo'ak did not expect you to confess, but he knew at some point it was bound to happen. Just not right now, under these cruel circumstances, in a time of devastation.

You shouldn’t have confessed. Lo’ak wasn’t ready for it.

The look in your eyes was so sincere and so full of unconditional love. You are the only person who could truly see Lo’ak for everything that he is and everything he was meant to become. The light hit your eyes in the right way and Lo’ak could swear they were glittering. Ewya blessed her with both heart and beauty, he said in his head. Lo’ak could only stare as he still reeled from your heartfelt speech. He wasn’t an idiot—Lo’ak knew that there was a special chemistry between him and his best friend. And he also knew that it was the type of chemistry that only two people in love have. Lo’ak has known ever since he was a small child that you were his endgame. Your years spent together only solidified his hypothesis. 

Life on Pandora could be unforgiving and unrelenting, but you were the complete opposite. You were forgiving, always ready to accept Lo’ak back into your arms and heart after every mistake he made. Though these mistakes were rarely made towards you, you still welcomed him every time. You were always there for him. But, Lo’ak didn’t fall in love with you because of the fact you were always there for him. It did play a big part, but Lo’ak knew that would be a selfish reason for falling in love. Instead, Lo’ak fell in love with you because you were…well, you. You were kind and always treated your fellow clan members with the utmost consideration and respect. You were perceptive, never wanting to misconstrue a situation and analyzing all nuances before speaking on something. Because of this, everything you said or did was genuine. Lo’ak loved this the most about you. Where Lo’ak felt everyone in the clan (excluding his family and Spider) give him fake niceties, you were 100% authentic towards him. You never condescendingly spoke to him or treated him like a chore that had to be put up with. Compassion and understanding were what you treated Lo’ak with. These are all things he rarely experienced with other Na’vi. Yet, you also weren’t afraid to call out Lo’ak on his bullshit and humble him. You somehow balanced outspokenness and tenderness all at once. This lit a fire in Lo’ak soul.

This thought both excited and scared him. The thought of loving someone unconditionally, and being loved unconditionally, seemed like something too good to be true. Only something reserved for people who deserved it. Lo’ak knew you deserved unconditional love, but it couldn’t be with him. Despite everything you said about him and the way it almost glued together his broken self-esteem, Lo’ak could not return your confession in good consciousness. It’s not that Lo’ak didn't love you–hell, he loves you more than anyone or anything on this moon! But, his insecurities would not allow you to love him or allow him to love you. He didn’t deserve to love or be loved, not when his insecurities kept up awake at night, taunting his brain with “You’ll never be good enough” or “You’re a failure of a son and brother.” You deserved better than Lo’ak and all of his broken parts. You needed someone who was the best–someone like Neteyam, but not Neteyam himself because that would be the final nail in Lo’ak’s coffin. Lo’ak knows his recklessness, impulsivity, and natural gravitation toward the unknown was acceptable because he is young. These may be the traits you love about Lo’ak now, but he knows very well these are the same traits that can make you fall out of love with him too. After all, you won’t be young forever and it won’t be cute forever. But what if he never grows out of this? What if this is who he is meant to be? No, Lo’ak would not subject you to this fate. 

And so, for once in his life, Lo’ak let fear take over his decision. Your face morphed into an expression of shock and confusion before settling on a still face.

“I am sorry, syulang. I can’t do this right now.” 

You watched Lo’ak retreat from the spot you both stood in. What the fuck just happened?

You spent the next few days in a strange haze as you processed what happened between you and Lo’ak. At first, you were angry. How could Lo’ak just leave you hanging like that? For Ewya’s sake, he could have said anything else and it would have been a better response than what he said. You laid your fucking heart out on your sleeve, waiting for Lo’ak to take it and claim it forever. After your initial response to the situation, you started to worry. Maybe you misinterpreted your relationship. What if Lo’ak didn’t love you and you just thought he did because of how close you were? No, that didn’t sound right. You knew Lo’ak loved you too. Not even in a delusional way to comfort yourself, but there was no denying you both loved each other. Did you just confess at the wrong time? Perhaps it would have been better if you confessed when Lo’ak wasn’t fighting with his father. But, you didn’t even mean to confess! Well, you did mean to confess but not at that exact moment. You were trying to comfort Lo’ak and reassure him that he was wrong, that someone could love him. It just seemed like the right thing to say. What if it wasn’t? What if it overwhelmed Lo’ak and pushed him away? Now you felt like the jerk for confessing at such a moment. But Lo’ak was a jerk too for just leaving you! You really wished you could talk to him, or that he would talk to you, but the timing was horrible. The war party went out a few days ago, and it was Lo’ak’s first time joining the mission. But of course, things never go as planned. Over-enthusiasm from Lo’ak’s and an injured Neteyam caused Mr. Sully to put Lo’ak on lockdown for the last few days. This was the first day Lo’ak was allowed some freedom to explore, that’s what Kiri told you before she left with her brother, Spider, and Tuk. You wanted to join them in their adventure today, but you were still reeling from your last conversation with Lo’ak and decided it would be better to stay in the village. You needed one more day to unscramble your thoughts before approaching him.

The tension between you and Lo’ak had been festering, but it quickly came to a stop once you saw him walk back into the village with his entire family. Jake and Neytiri walked walk in front of their children with heavy looks on their faces. Jake looked angry, yet worn at the same time. His mouth was pressed in a tight line and the wrinkles in his forehead looked more apparent than they ever have before. Neytiri walked beside Jake with Tuk’s hand in hers in a tight grasp, as if she never wanted to let her baby go ever again. Her expression was harder to read, but you could tell the tsakarem was worried by her stiff posture. Kiri trailed behind her parents with a slouchy form and arms across her torso. She looks dejected. And finally in the back were Neteyam and Lo’ak. Spider was nowhere to be seen, which you found odd as he went with the rest of the Sully children into the forest, but you assumed he must have gone back to the human outpost before curfew. 

I wonder what happened. Something must have happened if the entire family walked in like that. 

Jake and Neytiri quickly made their way to their kelku and closed the opening flaps before any of their children could come in. The Sully children then made their way toward the side of their kelku and leaned forward on their hands as they attempted to listen to their parent's conversation. You wanted to make your way towards them and figure out what the hell happened. Just as you were about to walk over to them, Lo’ak turned around and his eyes scanned the village as if he were looking for something or someone. Lo’ak’s eyes then met yours and with a small nod, you understood what he was trying to say. Later. At our spot. 

Your stomach turned to bubbles as a feeling of cold anxiety washed over your body. You weren’t sure if it was because of Lo’ak or something else, but you knew whatever it was, it was not good. 

Lo’ak was already sitting on the bioluminescent forest floor when you arrived at the small clearing which was designated as our spot. It was a hidden clearing–away from any of the main trails and hunting and gathering spots that the clan used. You first found the clearing one day after playing a round of hunter and prey with Lo’ak and Spider. 

Flashback

You were both 12 years old. Your hair was cut in a sharp, shoulder-length bob because you claimed long hair only got in the way. A bright orange and yellow ombre feather decorated the underside of your hair. A simple beige-toned weaved top and matching ‘tewng adorned your small body as you ran away from Lo’ak. He loved playing the role of hunter–you assumed it because of the way Lo’ak looked up to his father.  He wanted to be like the Olo’eyktan in every way possible. This was before their relationship had a strain in it. Both you and Lo’ak were unmarred from the harshness of war. The only thought that filled both of your minds was what adventure you would get into next. 

As you giggled profusely and thought of where to run next, you noticed that you were in a different part of the forest that you never visited before. You searched for any familiar landmarks, or plants that would signify where you were. The giggles that previously escaped your mouth quieted down as the situation dawned on you. You were lost in the forest all alone! Your mom was going to kill you, but only if a nantang or palulukun didn’t kill you first. 

“Lo’ak, are you there!!!!!,” you screamed at the top of your lungs. That probably wasn’t the smartest move. A predator could be attracted to your sound. But you figured it would be better to call for Lo’ak. If any predators came, you could climb a tree and wait it out. 

“Lo’ak!!!” you continued. Worry was starting to creep in. If you didn’t find Lo’ak soon, there was no way you would be able to survive the night in the forest. 

As you looked around the clearing again, you noted that it was quite pretty. A small pond, decorated with pink paysyuls, sat in the middle of the forest. The sun streamed through the trees and you could see the fishes elegantly swim in the water. A pack of loreyu sat directly across the pond, along with eanean bushes right next to it. The clearing was simple, but you knew that it was much more than that. Like everything else Eywa created, the clearing served a purpose and was spiritually connected to the Na’vi. Perhaps its purpose was unknown until this moment. You decided that the purpose of the clearing would be a secret spot only known to both you and Lo’ak. The thought excited you, and you quickly imagined a lifetime of moments here.

Flashback Over

Lo’ak sat with his arms extended behind him with his back facing you. You could see the tension in his back muscle as he sat there, looking up towards the night sky. One of Polyphemus’ moons was shaped like an ikran claw. Despite the moon’s brightness in the sky, the stars still twinkled. A soft, minty green glow emitted from the bioluminescent leaves Lo’ak sat upon. His tanhi, patterned perfectly on his body like Ewya directly hand placed each freckle herself, glowed like the sky above him. Lo’ak was lost in his thoughts as he silently spoke to Ewya, questioning what her intention was. You cleared your throat to grab Lo’ak’s attention.

“Hey…” he muttered under his breath. You replied with a soft hello before taking your place next to him. There was still an awkward tension lingering between the two of you, but you pushed it away. Whatever happened a few days ago didn’t matter anymore. You knew something serious happened in the Sully family and you knew your best friend needed you right now. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened this time?” you quoted Lo’ak as you looked into his eyes for the first time in a few days. The dark lighting only enhanced the rich shade of his honey-colored eyes. They glowed brightly in the dark. His eyes resembled the shiny topaz glass jewels located deep in the rainforests’ many caverns–both were a sight to behold. 

Lo’ak thought he should rip the bandage off. There was no point in delaying the traumatic news he just received from his parents. 

“My family and I are leaving the forest.” 

You were confused by his statement. Leaving where? There was no other place to go. The forest was your home, his home. “Do you mean that you’re visiting another tribe for diplomatic reasons,” you asked with a slight tilt in your head to match confusion. Why would this be so important that he needed to meet you at your spot? This wouldn’t be the first time the Sully family has left on diplomatic retreats.

“No, (Y/N). My family and I are leaving the forest permanently,” Lo’ak replied. Your heart dropped into the pits of your stomach. Now you were just getting annoyed. You haven’t spoken to Lo’ak in the days, and the first thing he does is try to pull at your leg. “Lo’ak if this is a joke, then it’s not funny. What are you talking about?” you said with a stern voice. Lo’ak stared at you as if he didn’t want to explain further. It’s true, he didn’t want to explain further because it meant that what was happening was real and there was no way to delay or stop the situation.

“Earlier today, when we were exploring the forest, we saw footprints in the dirt that didn’t belong to any Na’vi. It was sky demons. We followed the footsteps to an abandoned shack. I knew we weren’t supposed to be there, but then we spotted a group of uniltìranyu in military gear. I quickly paged my father and let him know what we found. But as we were trying to leave back to the forest, the uniltìranyu captured us and held us hostage…”

“What?” you let out in shock. The magnitude of Lo’ak’s words hit you like a poisoned arrow. Dreamwalkers? How could that be true? The last dream walker to walk the ground of Pandora was Jake Sully…and that was 14 years ago.

“I-I  thought we were going to die. They treated us like we were animals. As if we were the ones who invaded their planet and deserved to be captured and hung. All I felt was primal fear and the instinctual reaction to protect my family. We were held hostage until my parents and brother came to our rescue. But, it was too late by then. They figured out who were and our relation to my father.  They even captured Spider…” Lo’ak had to stop speaking. The familiar tightening of his throat began. You could tell he was about to cry, but you pushed further. Honestly, your brain was fuzzy at this point. It was so fuzzy to the point that you didn’t even process the news of Spider, your tiny human friend, being captured. It completely slipped your mind. You didn’t have time to think about the implications of this news as you could only process one thing and one thing only: Lo’ak was leaving. The Sullys were leaving!

“What does that have to do with you leaving the forest?”

“Don’t you understand, syulang? They know who we are. Our lives are at risk! The whole clan is at risk if we continue to stay.” Lo’ak explained in frustration. “I don’t want this, I don’t want to leave the only place I’ve ever known. How can I leave the forest while Spider is out there, going through Eywa knows what, with those demons? How can I leave you?” Fat, wet tears streamed down Lo’ak’s face as he spoke. 

Crack. The sound of your heart breaking reverberated in your ears. All you could hear was a dull ringing. Your best friend, the love of your life–how could he just leave like that? You questioned the will of Eywa. How could she be so cruel to tear you both apart? Especially after your confession the other day? You wanted to curse and scream and cry all at once. However, you knew you had to be strong for Lo’ak. 

You held Lo’ak’s body in silence. You were both in a catatonic state. An hour or so had passed since his initial confession. The atmosphere was serene, a heavy contrast from the dark storm brewing in both of your minds. This may be the last time you would ever get to hold Lo’ak like this and fully enjoy his presence. All of the years spent together slowly meshed in your mind as you tried to calm yourself down with memories of happier times. You honestly didn’t know how you could survive this life without your other half. 

Lo’ak wasn’t faring any better than you. His continuous sniffles vibrated on your body. He barely looked up, wanting to savor the feeling of your bodies pressed together in such an intimate way. His mind was in a haze as he processed the situation. This wasn’t real life, it couldn’t be real life. His life was perfectly balanced with you. If Eywa sought to protect the balance of life, why would she take you away from him? Why would she take away Spider? 

Tomorrow is never promised. That is a cruel lesson you learned today. It was probably best that you and Lo’ak head back to the village and sleep, but you didn’t want this night to end. You wanted to savor every last moment. Memorize every stripe on Lo’ak’s body, every green speck in his eyes, the way his eyebrows moved, and how his body felt right next to yours. How could you say goodbye to 14 years of memories in one night? It seemed impossible. 

As you stared at the light reflecting off the pond, you knew there was one topic you had to broach. You weren’t sure if this was the right time, but it was the only chance you had. After all, Lo’ak only had one more day in the clan before his family set off to Eywa knows where. You knew the forest of Pandora held many clans, but you suspected his family would be going somewhere even further than that. You tried to calm the rapid pace of your heart, but your nerves refused to settle down. So, you sent a quick prayer to Ewya, turned to Lo’ak, and quietly said, “The other night, when I said I love you, why didn’t you say it back?”

You didn’t want to fight with Lo’ak–not on a night like this, where blood has been shed and a family has been torn from normalcy. But, you had to talk to Lo’ak about this. What if you never saw him again? You couldn’t live the rest of your life with unresolved feelings. It would drive you utterly insane and wreck your soul for as long as you live. 

(Y/N)...”

“I’m being serious, Lo’ak. Why did not you say it back? I know this is the last thing on your mind right now, but you cannot leave me hanging. You owe me more than that and you know it,” you said with determination in your voice. 

You then stood up. This was not a conversation you could have sitting down. The anxiety coursing through your veins made it impossible to sit still. Lo’ak followed your actions and stood up too. 

“I was afraid,” he replied.

“Afraid of what Lo’ak? We have always been so honest with each other.” You thought you would always understand Lo’ak, but perhaps you were mistaken. You didn’t understand what there was to be afraid of. You both loved each other, shouldn’t that be enough? You failed to realize that love isn’t enough sometimes. There are forces beyond your control that make love unsustainable and out of your reach, despite how close you are to it. Eywa did not teach you this lesson. Lo’ak did. 

Lo’ak was faced with two choices at this moment: he could confess his love to you or he could deny it. He so desperately wished he could choose the first choice. Something within him would not allow himself to whether it was because he was about to leave and he could not promise himself to you, or because he was so far deep in his inner turmoil. Lo’ak felt anger bubbling in his chest. This anger wasn’t directed towards you, but himself. He cursed his inability to allow himself to fully love you because of his internal issues. No, he justified the second choice in his mind with weak reasons as to why he could not confess his love. 

If he said confessed, Lo’ak knew you would spend the rest of your days waiting for his return. If he ever returned. You deserved more than that. You deserved someone who could love you now. The prospect of you waiting for him, only for Lo’ak to stay the same Na’vi he was now, a version of himself that wasn’t proud of, haunted him. Yeah. Lo’ak framed his reasoning to focus on you, rather than himself because it made the harsh reality less painful. Damn the fact he was leaving, he would wait 100 years for you too if he confessed. The reality was Lo’ak could not confess his love because he couldn’t give his all to you, not when his judgment and self-worth were clouded by thoughts so dark that Eywa would be heartbroken to learn one of her children, whom she created with love and adoration, did not love himself. 

Either way, he was about to break your heart for the second time within days. 

“You are the other half of my soul and if there is any person who can understand me, it is you. But, I cannot love you. I’m sorry syulang.” There was a sorrowful look across Lo’ak’s face. Your body deflated at his words and the familiar sting of tears gathered in your eyes. He didn’t want to continue, but if was going to break your heart, you at least deserved a proper explanation.

“You are the most lovely and wonderful woman on this planet; the idea of you not being in my life hurts more than a palulukan attack. But I swear on my life to Eywa when I say this, but it is not you. It’s me. You have always been this positive being in my life, and I always hoped it would rub off on me and make me a better man. I thought, maybe if that ever happened, we could be together in the future. I would finally be worthy of all the love you have to offer. I am not good enough for you. I would only drag you down with the weight of my heavy problems,” Lo’ak finished.

“But it’s not your choice to decide who deserves me,” you let out with an exasperated tone. “How can you stand here in front of me and deny the bond we have? The love we have? The other day when I confessed that I see you and you ignored it, I brushed it off my shoulder because I was sure, with every fiber of my being, that you see me too. That you love me. But now you are leaving, and Eywa knows when the fuck you are coming back, and you can't even admit it out loud?” you questioned. 

“Don’t you get it? I am not doing this because I want to deny the bond we have. I feel our bond every day from the time I wake up to the time I go to sleep. Even in my dreams, you are there. Your essence is built into the foundation of my bones. I just can’t love you. No good would come of it. I’m the clan’s outcast. Yes, we are best friends and we know each other like the back of our palms. But I won't let you carry the burden of my imperfectness,” Lo’ak choked with a sob at the end. 

Without missing a beat, you tirade, “I think everything you are saying is complete bullshit. How could be absolute about something that has not been realized? We have spent the last 14 years together. I know you better than I know myself, Lo’ak. And I know you see me too, so what are you so afraid of? There is nothing that you could ever do that would scare me away from loving you. I love you for who you are–flaws and all. I notice everything about you, the good and the bad. I know you have feelings so big and nerve-wracking that you do not know how to handle them except by convincing yourself that they are true. But you cannot stand in my face and claim that this is for my own good. No, you are saying all this because you are too scared of the possibility that I might see through all that and decide that you are not worth the trouble, that every judgment the clan and your father says about you is right.”

You stepped a few feet away from Lo’ak and then turned towards the direction of the village. He hadn’t said a word since you finished your speech. Your entire back was facing Lo’ak until you turned your head over your shoulder to look back at him. The tears that pooled in your eyes began to flow like a sad waterfall that was dying, the tears slowly rolling down your stripped cheeks in an antagonizing matter. Your golden eyes stared into Lo’ak’s. He could see the hurt etched across your iris and he was sure his eyes looked just as pathetic and broken. It was a moment that would forever be engrained into Lo’ak’s memory. You opened your mouth and delivered the final blow to this already crestfallen night,

“Maybe I was wrong, maybe you don’t see me. Because if you truly did, you would know that I would not care about your weaknesses. I don’t even care about them now. I refuse to believe that you cannot love me too. You are a lot of things Lo’ak. A coward is not one of them. I’ll see you tomorrow to say goodbye.” 

And at this moment, Lo’ak knew this was the biggest of all his fuck ups. He had managed to ruin a lot of good things and moments. Never knowing when the party is over and when the business began. When it came to you, his sweet tìyawn, Lo’ak never made any serious mistakes. So why was he doing it now? Lo’ak’s eyes burned as he stared at your figure walking away from him and the future you could’ve had together. 

translations: eylan - friend, Olo’eyktan - male clan leader, tstxa'a - canalyd, kelku - home, palulukan - thanator, syulang - flower, loreyu - helocordian, skxawng - moron, Toruk Makto - toruk rider, Palulukun Makto - thanator rider, Tsahik - clan spiritual leader, Nga yawne lu oer - i love you, tsakarem - successor to the tsahik, ‘tewng - loincloth, nantang - viperwolf, paysyuls - water lily, eanean - blue plant, tanhi - bioluminescent freckle, uniltìranyu - dream walker, tìyawn - love

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It's hard being in between world's

This post will be uploaded in two parts since it's too long, this is the first part.

Summary: You're a hybrid between na'vi and human, the first one at that, you are defiant over tsu'tay's dominance, and he wants to punish you for disrespecting his position in the clan.

Warning: for this first part there is not much, just a bit of fighting, the interesting this comes in the second part.

You were born a hybrid, yeah a human who can breathe Pandora's air, you live in the Omatykaya clan en if the na’vi in the clan call you “txanfwìngtu'' or what humans would call a bastard, you looked human except you had tail, pointed ears and a tswin or in human language queue, the braid that na'vi had, normally there was one na’vi who scolded you for everything, that na’vi was Tsu’tey, the warrior na’vi that had eyes for Neytiri, and who wouldn’t? That woman had everything, she was brave, a boss in her own right, and she never lowered her head, she would fight the world if she had to, to be honest you had a bit of jealousy of her, you weren't as tall as a regular na’vi, maybe that was your human genes, your skin wasn’t as blue as well, it was more of a Gray blueish color.

It was night, you were looking at the stars thinking about why everyone seemed to have problems with you, you don’t know for how long you were out there, lost in your mind, suddenly you hear a strong voice “nga sweylu ke lu out fìtseng” (you shouldn't be out here) you turn your head up and there was Tsu’tey looking at you like if you were one of the ugliest things out there, you give a desperate look, “lumpe lu nga fìtseng?” (why are you here?) you answer him, he gives you a growl narrowing his eyes and hissing at you, at that your ears go down in discomfort, and you give him your own hiss, if he was going to play like that, then you would as well, in response at your hissing, he crutches next to you and hoist you up by your arm with force, “you should, respect more, txanfwìngtu” (bastard) he growls at you.

You get pissed off because you were so tired of all this treatment, you look at him”skxawng” (Idiot), he growls and in response he drags you by your arm as if you were a naughty kid that had to be disciplined, he made you walk through the crowd of na’vi in the clan and took you to a private part of the clan where he throws you with little care, you hiss at the fall, you get up, but he beats you down again, and again when you try for second time, as you decide you had had enough, you grab onto his tail which makes him kick you, he falls with you in a ray of tangled limbs as you bit on his shoulder he gravs your braid and yanks you away from him, but you attack back like a wild cat, he punches you again the share force throwing you once again to the floor.

You growl in frustration, before you can press, he graves you by the hair and hoists you up throwing you to the corner, you yelp at the hit, and clearly once again on the floor, you flip to your back just in time as he holds you by the wrists and ties your wrists together, “what are you doing?!” you protest, “subduing you” he growls, not stopping to look at you in the eyes, once he had you tied up and ”subdued”, he steps back to look at you, you give him the best death stare you can manage to perform, which makes him smile in a cocky way, how much you hate him, that smile always made you want to claw his eye out, just to see him fall for once.

You start to wiggle to get free, but it's useless, the man tied the rope good enough to make it hard for you to untie yourself, "I'll be back you just have to be a good girl and I won't harm you more" he says, you hiss at him one last time, "do I have to put something over that mouth of yours so you stop doing that?" he growls, you roll your eyes in an attempt to be defiant to his clear power over you, "that is what I thought" he growls looking pissed off, with that he walks away leaving you tied in a corner.

Wile he was away, you didn’t stay put, you fought against your restraints, accidentally ting them tighter and going anywhere with it, you growl in frustration, you stop when you hear Tsu’tey’s voice at the distance, he came back with half of a Yovo fruit, you arch a brow at him, “I’m not a fucking bird tsu’tey, that will not do to satisfy the hunger” you growl at him, he leaves the food in front of you, “you should have behaved then” he replies in a serious tone, after he holds the fruit in front of you so you can eat it, you decide to bite him as well just to remind him how angry you are with him, he hisses and slaps you throwing your head to the side, making you yelp and biting your tongue in the presses, striking your tong out of your mouth so the stinging sensation fades away you feel his gaze boring to you, he growls one last time and power walks away.

After that you manage to fall asleep, only to be awakened some time later by tsu’tey yanking you up still with your wrists tied, he makes you walk out of the clans lands him walking right behind you, its middle of the night and no one sees you nor tsu’tey walking out, he makes you stop in front of a Pa’li, he picks you up by your armpits and pulls you up onto the beast's back, and after he connects his tswin to the beast and jumps on its back just behind you, holding to your hip so you don't fall he makes the beast gallop away from the clan lands, you have to lean back on him so you don't fall, and the simple act makes you despise everything, he is so close while the mount gallops your hips sway with his making it feel like if it were an intimate thing, “where are you taking me?” you ask but Tsu’tey doesn’t answer, grate, you don't know where he is taking you, you are tied up, and he is holding you by the waist like if you were lovers, after what seems an eternity you ask him again with no response, although you can feel him brooding on your back, “I’m hungry, and I’m tired” you say, “can you keep quiet” he finally snaps, “if you want me to shut up, I need food, sleep and information to where you are taking me” you snap back, he sighs like if you were the most insufferable thing in this world, “good luck buddy, I’m not happy as well” you feel his hand tighten on your hip “lean on me” he finally says while brooding, “what?” you say, he growls “I said lean on me and try to sleep” you look at your back to see he was the same man who was beating you up nothing more than 3 hours ago, you narrow your eyes, but you do as he says, and you lean on his shoulder, closing your eyes you drift off to sleep.

Tsu’tey wakes you up some time after, you look up trying to shake off your sleepiness, it happens very quickly when you are faced with the Ayram alusìng (Hallelujah Mountains), you blink several times, but they are still there, you glare at him feeling your rage and fear rising, Tsu’tey brought you to the Hallelujah Mountains at middle of the night, that is where the banshees where, what was he planning, he gets off the mount and then pulls you down leaving you in your feet, you were all but killing him with your stare, your eyes go to the mountains and then to your bound wrists, and in your mind you knew he was going to make you do something that you wouldn’t like.

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 173

Chapter 173: "Prisoners"

My immense dislike towards Peter often leads me to making fun of him, but he ain't a cute kid. I dunno any child his age (however old he is here) to look that happy with wearing a full suit. Normal children would complain.

I know Norman isn't related to the James at all, but I still enjoy how so many people joke or theorize about it solely based on how he took on the WM persona and how similar they look at a first glance. Not just by the hair and outfit either, but even their actions, like you can't look at this panel and not be reminded of that one panel of Norman from ch126. It's so memorable that I don't even have to place it here to compare the two because of how identical it is to James here.

Imagine if James never found that old document. The world would continue on suffering under the farm system rules forever and we wouldn't even have our story. Maybe. Ray would probably still question his existence and the world whether or not James hides clues in the books in the GF library. It would certainly be more difficult for the kids to survive outside the farm though without using the pen for guidance, if they could manage the escape in the first place.

Peter, for once in your life, can you please just act like a normal child? Who hears of someone sacrificing others for their own gain and thinks, "oh, they're brilliant! I wanna be just like them!" I really hate how Julius pushing aside his personal feelings in order to change the world and stop the fighting sounds so similar to what Emma did with making the new promise, but our girl would certainly never betray her family and friends to achieve that better world!

This poor man. It's as if his entire purpose in life is crashing down around him.

As heartbreaking as this scene of James' death is, I can't feel sorry for Peter in this moment. The dude labeled James as a traitor and gave the order to the other Ratri men to go kill him, so I can't imagine why the boy is wailing so hard for something he caused to happen. He could've at least tried to talk to James about the situation, maybe find some common ground that the two of them could agree upon that would apply to both their ideals on how to run the clan and farm systems, but nope. Death be upon ye. The fact that Peter gets up and walks away shortly after rubs me the wrong way too. If he was truly upset about his brother's death, surely he would've taken his body somewhere else to do a proper burial instead of just leave him there. Peter mentions at the start of this chapter that he respected James more than anyone, but this sure as hell ain't the proper way to show it.

Local fool having an existential crisis. Sure the Ratri clan was bound to play the part as the mediators between both worlds, but one couldn't honestly believe that was the correct way to do things. It's surprising the promise lasted a thousand years before someone had the nerve to stand up and say, ya know, living this way just ain't right.

Peter isn't wrong, unfortunately. Humans can really be so terrible. The world we're personally living in is far from perfect.

One of the rare deaths when the corners of my mouth are tugged upwards. It's fine. No one really wanted Peter to join the kids in the human world anyway.

Favorite panel/moment:

James' smile. That's all.

[lovinhim]

Chapter 1: Uturu

Aged up Neteyam x oc

An: this series will be about Nirezai and Neteyam, two eldest children from completely different worlds. Neteyam having to learn about a new environment and having to keep everything together for the sake of his family and of course a girl that just won’t get off his back. Not just any girl, the eldest daughter of the cheif, driven to do anything to not lose any other people.

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The water was exceptional. Sun rays beamed through the water, bringing life to the world below. A girl glided though the water smiling on her skimwing. She guided her animal to the surface, “haha good girl, Suki.” She gently rubbed Suki’s head.

“Nirezai! “ she turned her gaze from Suki to the voice. It was her father, along with some of the other warriors.

“Father, back from hunt already. How was it? Grand as last time I suppose.” She questions as she tries to peak behind him at how many fish they caught. She adjust her spear on her back, as her father grins at her.

He shields her as he raised both his hands. “Ah, your mother gave me a strict order to keep it a surprise.” His daughter groans as he smiles down at her. No matter how old his eldest gets he will always see her as his little girl. “I must say, it was quite a lot.” He teases as her lips form a smile once again. “How was patrol?”

“Just fine father, everything is normal.” He turns to his men, waving them off. As they leave the pair he turns back to his daughter. Nirezai grows confused as he called his men away, “ is there something else father ?”

His demeanor grows serious making Nirezai match him. Nirezai has always admired her father ever since she was a little girl, so at a young age she started to match all the things he would do. “Nirezai, I know this is a sensitive topic but due to tonight’s events, we also need to start thinking about potential-“

“-mates. Yes father I’m very aware of mother and yours concerns.” She nods her head as she stares down at her hands on Suki reins.

“It’s been much time since kaitich incident. Your mother has been wanting to ask,but I’ve told her to hold off and give you time. As time goes on, she grows more impatient.” He goes to Nirezai side and puts his hand on her shoulder.

“It’s fine, father. Mother is right, it’s time I start thinking about the clans future. I’ve moved on.” Nirezai puts her hand over his, looking him in the eyes. She wanted so badly for her words to be true, but she will never forget her first love. A piece of her died along with him.

“Nirezai-“ as her father tries to comfort Nirezai, a horn rings out through the air. “Come, to the village.” They quickly make their way to the shore, flying above the surface and seeing their people crowd around.

Her father is the first to breach the crowd, Nirezai following behind him. Irkans stood behind a family of six, Forest Navi. Nirezai looks around for her siblings, seeing them stand by the family. Her brother, Aonung, along with his friends were already messing with one of the young boys in the family. Aonung pulled on the forest Navi tail, only for Tsireya to smack his hand away and smile at the boy.

Nirezai mother, Ronal, breached the crowd walking towards Tonowari. The Forest Navi father walks towards her parents, having his hands raised. His eldest son mimics his motions as the forest family follow the father. “I see you Ronal, I see you Tonowari, I see you.” He gestures to her parents and her as they return the gesture.

“Jakesully, Neytiri, why do you come to us?” Tonowari ask as Ronal stares at the Jakesully with a blank expression. Nirezai examines the family one by one.

“We seek Uturu.” Jakesully ask as he raises both hands to his side. The clan gasp at the request, Nirezai eyes widen.

“Uturu?” Her mother gasp making Nirezai turn her head to her, looking at her reaction.

Jakesully steps close to her parents, “ a sanctuary for my family.” He begs as her mother takes a step towards the family. Nirezai grows worried, her mother is with child.

“We are reef people, your forest people. Your skills will be nothing here.” Tonowari states as Nirezai walks towards the family, wanting to examine them as well.

“We will learn your ways, right?” He states turning to his family as they all nod. Nirezai was next to the oldest boy, giving him a friendly smile. They were just a family looking for sanctuary, her parents were bound to give them Uturu.

“Their arms are thin. Tails not made for water.” Her mother comments picking out body parts of Neytiri and the youngest girl. Nirezai frowns at her mothers actions. She walks to the next boy in silence wanting to protect her mother, even with how she was acting.

As Nirezai goes to her mother, Ronal raises her hand to stop her daughter. Nirezai stand next to her mother as she grabs the youngest boys hand. She gasp as she turns her head to the eldest girl again and grsbs her hand. “These children are not even true Navi!” She raises their hands in the air as Nirezai stomach grows weak.

They were dream walkers, demons. “Oh great mother.” She muttered as she backs away from the family. Tsireya and Aonung quickly go to their eldest sisters side, hoping she wouldn’t panick. “Dreamwalkers are forbidden here!” She shouts to the family. Demons have plagued her clan for years, more will come if they stay. She was grateful that her siblings were yet to encounter any, but now it’s seems they have reached their home.

Her siblings take her to the side with the crowd as her father stares at his eldest in sadness. “Wait- look! Look! I was born with the sky people and now I am Navi. We can adapt. We will adapt, okay?”

His family once again nods their heads. The eldest boy looks over at Nirezai, eyes locking with hers almost instantly. Her nervous fingers fiddled with her earring as she stared at him. He examined her, from head to toe. As he made eye contact again he gave a welcoming smile, her eyes widened, quickly looking away from him. “My husband was Toruk Montuk. He lead the clans to victory against the sky people.” His mother stated as his fathers expression crinkles at her statement.

“This you call victory, hiding amongst strangers.” Ronal now stands in front of his parents, looking between the pair. “It seems Eywa has turned her back on you, chosen one.” Neytiri hisses, making Nirezai more anxious.

Nirezai quickly goes to her mothers side , getting in Neytiri face. “You seek sanctuary, yet bare your teeth at my mother. Do it again and I will have your head.” She threatens as Neytiri gets pulled behind Toruk.

“I apologize for my mate, she’s very exhausted-“

“Do not apologize for me. How can that child-“

“And has flown a long way.”

“Jake.” She warns as he looks at her in warning, his ears point back as she turns her head in annoyance.

Nirezai pulls her mother away from the family, standing next to her father once again. Her father leaves their side as soon as he knows his daughter has Ronal away from the forest family. “Toruk mokto is a Great War leader. All Navi people know his stories, but we Metkayina are not at war.” Nirezai locks her gaze with the eldest once again. Then her attention turns to the youngest girl, wanting to be held by her father. From the families little time being here, she’s gone through an emotional rollercoaster. They were a family with a target on their backs, and if they were to stay, they could bring her clan into it as well. “We cannot let you bring your war here.”

“We don’t want war, I just want to keep my family safe, okay?” Jakesully eyes beg to the cheif. Ronal steps to Tonowari and looks into his eyes. They communicate through their eyes, her mother sighed at their decision. Tsireya and Aonung now stand next to Nirezai, all waiting for the answer.

Her father turns to the family, “Toruk Mokto will stay with us. Treat them as our brother and sisters, they do not know the sea. So they will be like babies, taking their first breath. Teach them our ways, so they do not suffer the shame of being useless.”

Nirezai huffs as she stares at the family, they thank her father as he turns to them. “My youngest daughter, Tsireya, and son, Aonung , will show your children what to do.” He introduced as Aonung steps to their father.

“Father, why do I have to-“ Nirezai pulls him back in place. Aonung always had something to say, and it seemed Nirezai was the only one who could make him hold his tongue. “ Why can’t you teach them, you’re the oldest.” He comments as their father turns to them. Aonung lowers his head at his fathers gaze.

“It is decided.” Nirezai pats Aonung shoulder as their Tsireya go to the family. She welcomes them grabbing some of their things, wanting to lead them to their own pod.

“Come, I may not be able to be with you all the time,but I’ll try. Stop being hard headed and help.” Nirezai muttered as Aonung sighs and follows her to grabs some of the forest family’s belongings.

Their village was made with various nets and cloth lining that hung above the water. The three Metkayina siblings lead them to a vacant pod, explaining some of the day to day activities the villagers do. The youngest used the pathway nets as a trampoline the whole way to their pod. “Watch your footing.” Nirezai warned as the family slowly stepped into the home. Nirezai hands their things to the youngest as the others come in the pod. “Welcome to your new home.”

A loud thud is heard as Neytiri dropped a bag while sighing. “It’s perfect, thank you.” Jakesully rubs his mates shoulder as she shakes her head lowly.

Aonung throws a bag to the oldest boys chest, making him furrow his brows. Nirezai lightly hits her brothers head, making him hiss. “Tonight we will be having a ceremony for my sister, Nirezai. After you have settled in you can join us, there will be a grand feast along with dance and songs.” Tsireya announces as she gestures towards Nirezai.

Nirezai forces a smile as she meets everyone’s eyes. “It would be lovely for all of you to join us.”

“What are we celebrating?” The youngest questions. The mood was already sour in the pod, why should she make it worse?

“For the biggest hunt the clan has seen, an Akula. I killed it with nothing but my spear and knife.” The young girls eyes twinkled with delight at the tale. The two brothers eyes widen at the girl, then turn to each other. Noting that they should be careful with her.

“Wow… what’s an Akula?” Tuk questions as her siblings groan at the youngest curiosity.

“You will see tonight, my siblings will come for you. They will guide you to shore, where we celebrate. In the meantime, get comfortable.” Nirezai waves goodbye as her siblings follow behind her out of the pod.

Her siblings follow behind her, “Why did you lie?” Aonung questions as soon as they are out of hear shot distance. Tsireya smacks his shoulder making him groan. “You two need to stop doing that.”

“And you need to stop being annoying! If she doesn’t want them to know, let them not know.” Nirezai smiles at her sister comment.

“Aonung they had just left their home. They most likely feel like outsiders, and I didn’t lie. Just left the Kaitich part out.” She comments as she leaves her siblings to get ready for her ceremony.

“Way to make her feel better. Come let’s get ready.” Tsireya drags her brother along to their home.

“Are you ready?” Ronal questions Nirezai, smiling down at her daughter in her ceremonial attire. Instead of her usual look, she wore a top and bottom draped in the finest clothes of the village. She wore a seaweed crown, laced with pearls, shells, and other items from their beautiful home. Her siblings had left to take the Sully family to the ceremony, Nirezai was glad they left. She didn’t want them to see her like this.

Nirezai adjust the crown on her head as she pulled a smile to her face. “Yes mother.” She lied as her father came into the pod.

“Everything is-“ he stops as he glances at his daughter. It felt like just yesterday they were introducing her to the clan, celebrating her birth. Now she would be Tsahik soon, leading the clan to a brighter future. “Everything is ready. Come Nirezai, let’s celebrate our gift from eywa.”

She nodded her head as her mother draped another garment along Nirezai shoulders, net like with beads in it. As they make their way to the shore all Nirezai could think about was her Kaitich. If the death of an Akula was such a gift, then why did it cost her love? She wanted to scream and cry like she did that very day for him all over again,but her thoughts were drowned out as she heard the beating of drums getting closer.

Warriors lined up front and back of her and her parents, chanting as they made their way through the people. Nirezai sighed as she once again put a brave act for her people. She joined the calls and chants her people made as they made their way to the center of the shore, finally getting a view of the dead beast. Its back fin tied to a large tree, making the beast hang facing the sand. Large cuts and blood draped its body all over, making Nirezai smile at the sight.

Her parents stood in front of Nirezai as they face the clan. “Today, we not only celebrate the death of the beast that has haunted our reef and has took the life of one of our precious members,but celebrate the future Tsahik, Nirezai!” Her father shouts holding his hand up as the clan cheers.

Nirezai’s father continues to make a speech as Nirezai looks in the crowd. Her gaze stops on a familiar dark blue Navi, the eldest boy of the sully family. He sat next to his family on logs by the center fire. Nirezai siblings sat close to his family, probably telling them what is to go down tonight. The boy smiles at her, noting how beautiful she looked in this light. Despise the large fire in front of him, she was the brightest thing out on shore. Maybe it was the jewels, or maybe it was the fire,but he just couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

Nirezai is the first to break eye contact, once again, as her father ends his speech. He turns to her handing her his blade, it was her turn to speak. She take the blade as she steps forward, “today we celebrate the grand gift that Eywa has given to us. We shall use its skin for armor, teeth for blades, and tonight we thank Eywa for bringing us the beast that struck down Kaitich!” She cheers as her people join her. She turns to the beast as she raises the blade. “With this blade, I thank the great mother for this blessing.” She states as she stabs the beast hearing cheers and chants from her people once again. As she pulled out the knife, blood spilling out as

Nirezai slid her finger in the red liquid and marked her face. “We dance!” She raises the blade in the air as her people start the fun. She Joined her people in dance around the fire, singing along with them.

The eldest boy, Neteyam, sat on loaks side as Tsireya sat on the the other. He turns to the girl as his eyes left Nirezai dancing form. “Who is Kaitich?” He questions as Tsireya and Lo’ak turn to him.

“Yeah, was he her mate or something?” Lo’ak questions as her ears flick up to his question.

“Kaitich was betrothed to Nirezai ever since they were little. One night on a hunt, they were attacked by that beast. Kaitich and his ilu died saving Nirezai. She spent many weeks after his death hunting it. You couldn’t imagine the smile on her face as she almost bled to death. She came back home with many injures, but as she collapsed in my fathers arms. All she could say was, ‘I killed it! Eywa has given me peace.’” Tsireya tells as Aonung eavesdrops on the conversation.

He lightly shoved Tsireya shoulder as she smacks her lips. “What happened to ‘if she doesn’t want them to know, then let them not know’, huh?” He questions as he scoffed at his sister hypocrisy. She nudges him as she keeps her eyes on Lo’ak, already developing a fondness to him.

“Come, let’s dance.” She smiles as she guides Lo’ak to circle the fire. She shows him how to do her peoples dance, slowly getting it as he watches her. Neteyam snickers at his brother, already having eyes on the chiefs daughter.

He loses his train of thought as glints of light hit his eyes. Light reflect off of Nirezai pearls as she makes her way to the pods, leaving the party behind as no one noticed. He wanted to follow her, not knowing where this sudden urge came from. He turns to kiri to his other side, “I’ll be right back.” Before she can question him he’s already up to follow Nirezai.

Nirezai slowly makes her way though the roots of the trees. Frowning as she was getting closer and closer to her destination. She disgarded her ceremonial garments on the shore, grabbing a spear near her for her journey. She stepped into the water, bioluminescence coming to life at the contact of her skin. Neteyam followed her though the top of the trees. As she swam further in the water, he would follow from above.

Nirezai rubs her eyes as she floats up to the surface. Far in the green of her island that lead to the forest, she swam further into the roots. She sniffled as tears flowed down her cheek. She hated life without her beloved, she spent many years with Kaitich and now that he’s gone how could she go on without him. He was gone forever. “Are you alright?” She turns to see the blue Navi that keeps catching her attention lately.

She rolls her eyes as she walks away, “leave me be. I don’t wish to be with anyone at the moment.” She firmly stated as she hears light steps from root to root. She turns to see him gracefully jump next to her. “What do you want?”

“Well, I saw you leave the ceremony. Everyone is having fun and relaxing, someone has to guard the princess in case of emergency, right?” He smiles wanting to become friends with her. He doesn’t know how long his family will reside with her people. Might as well start kissing ass now before someone else in his family fucks it up.

She scoffs, “I can take care of myself, were you not paying attention to the ceremony and the giant fish that was hanging from a tree.” He watched as she swam further away from him. He just wanted to try to make peace, he rolls his eyes as he follows her.

As he leapt from root to root, she swiftly pulled her spear to her side. She turned to him sweeping his feet off of the root with the blunt side of the spear. He yelps as he falls in the water, breathing in water. Nirezai sniffles turn to a laugh, coughs join the night breeze as Neteyam reaches the surface. “What was that for?”

Her laughter snuffles out like a flame being put out, “teaching you a lesson. Great mother has lead you here for a reason. I don’t know why she has cursed my clan with your kind, but one thing I know for sure is that you will learn the way of the water. Start swimming instead of swinging though trees.” His nose burned from the water going though it and out his mouth. He swam in front of her as she insulted him.

His brows furrowed at her. He leans close near her, presenting himself with pride and slightly irritated, “my kind? I am as much as a Navi as you ar-“ Neteyam stops as she raises her hand.

She leans forward , challenging him. “You are Demon. Bonded with blood of dream walker and Na’vi, but you will never truly be Na’vi. Toruk Mokto, Jakesully, or Olo’eyktan, he may be one of the people,but he will never truly be ,as well as his children. Listen well boy,-“

“My name is Neteyam, if you weren’t so rude you would know that. Don’t you dare say I am not a true Na’vi. I have already spent my whole life trying to prove myself and I will not let a spoiled princess tell me what I am.” As the tension grew the space between them shrunk, faces just a few inches from each other.

Nirezai studied his features, the loose strand of hair that draped the side of his face, the light freckles on his cheeks, then to his golden with a hint of green eyes. Her breathe hitched as she shook her head and turned away from him, “whatever.” She swam forward but stopping at her thoughts. “Do you even know your way back?” She smirk as she turned to him. He turned around as his ears fluttered down and his tail movements quickened.

“Yes,but where ever you go I go. I mean your my guide for this land, right?” He smirk as her face scrunch up. As those words left his mouth she knew he was just going to follow her until they reach home.

She hissed at himself, holding her back from going where she pleased, “ how do you not know your way back? Mmtch, you must’ve been a great asset back in your village.” She smacked her lips, bumping his shoulder as she swam passed him. He let her nudge him, knowing it was only to rile him up. He found it amusing how easy it was for him to get under her skin, and it was only his first day here.

“I was actually, a great warrior. I will be like my father.”

“Your father may be a great warrior but he is also very stupid like you. You are ignorant like child.”

“Well, that’s obscene. How am I like a child?” He questioned ignoring the part of his father. She continues slowly swimming faster, even turning corners to try to get away from him.

“You follow me like a baby losing their mother, then you cry about how hard to is to be here. You complain and insult my home all at once.” She states as she thinks she finally lost him, turning around to see he wasn’t behind her.

As she turns her head back to home, Neteyam was now in front of her. One hand is pressed against the root, “I follow you because i am in a strange place.This is all new to me. Water has always just been a source for me not a way of life. How will I know to live though water, if I’m not taught?” He questions her, leaning down to her level.

“If you are truly Na’vi, then it’ll come to you. I’ll eat my own words and even be the first to congratulate you. Only when you finally see.” She sarcastically states as his head tilts.

“Can’t wait for the day.” She scoffs as she dives under the water. They swim back home, back to shore as they sneak back into the crowds at different times.

Nirezai takes a seat next to her father and mother, handing her a plate. “It’s your favorite.” Her father smiles as Nirezai grinned at the plate then to her father. “Surprise.”

“Thank you, father.” He puts his hand on her shoulder.

“Go ahead and eat up, Nirezai. This is all for you after all.” With one last pat to her shoulder, he turns away from her back to his own plate. Nirezai digs in as Neteyam joins back with the other teens. She watches his movements as his brother ask about his whereabouts.

“Nirezai, I want you to start keeping a close eye while Tsireya and Aonung teach them.” Nirezai groans as her mother puts her hand up. “Ah, I’m not saying that you have to teach them or stop doing your regular duties around the village. Just check up once in a while.”

“But mother they can take care of themselves. Hell, Tsireya is the age I was when I got my first marking.-“

“That was because you wanted to grow up faster then others Nirezai. Do not blame us for not holding you back when you were younger.” Her mother continues to eat looking at her food as Nirezai smacks her lips, hissing.

“Fine, but you can’t blame me if I fall behind on duties.” Nirezai teases as she starts to eat her food.

“I know you won’t, my darling, and besides if you do your father can handle them.” Her father hums at the mention of his name with food in his mouth. The two woman laugh at his expression, lightening the mood.

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An: sorry for such a short chapter with like barely any other interactions with any other sullys. Hope you guys like it and if you have tips or suggestions plz let me know.

[marvelmaniac715]

I love watching the Addams Family live action movies and I love the Chucky franchise, so what did I do? I combined them of course! This is the story of Charles Ray-Addams, a descendant of the original Addams clan, and his family - his lovely wife and twin children, along with his best friend, the reanimated corpse of Eddie Caputo. The neighbourhood in which they reside lives in fear.

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John Oak nervously adjusted the collar of his shirt. He was just an elementary school teacher, he wasn’t used to doing home visits. But there was a family in this neighbourhood who had two young children and refused to send them to school or register them as homeschooled, so John had been sent to enrol the two six year olds as soon as possible.

The house he was standing in front of freaked him out. It was a large, Victorian gothic style mansion, entirely black and grey, with a garden overflowing with weeds. Every second window was caked in a thick layer of dust or smashed, and, rather fittingly in John’s opinion, a murder of crows clustered in the bare trees that surrounded the house’s grounds.

He couldn’t see any people, that was, until he heard a child humming in the distance. When he narrowed his eyes and used his hand to shield his face from the sun, John could spot a small, pale girl with curly red hair partially hidden underneath a black sun hat. 

There was a man standing next to her with dark curly hair and brown eyes, assisting the girl as she carefully examined a row of flowers and used a switchblade to carefully pluck them from the grass. It wasn’t just flowers she was collecting, there was also half a dozen weeds lining her basket as the girl busied herself with her task. 

John was fairly certain that this was Glenda, the younger twin. To confirm his suspicion, John walked up to the girl, who was kneeling on the ground, and politely tapped her on the shoulder. When she glanced up at him with curious blue eyes, the man asked:

“Excuse me, are you Glenda Ray?”

The child grinned and corrected him:

“Ray-Addams, how can I help you, sir?”

John breathed a sigh of relief, but that sigh caught in his throat when he actually got a good look at the man next to Glenda. His eyes were almost pitch black, and his skin was so pale that he was almost see-through, with a visible waxy texture. There was a thin line encircling his throat, it looked almost like dry, flaking blood. Not to mention the smell emanating from him, it was almost like meeting a corpse! 

But he had no time to ask questions about this man, not when he had more pressing matters to get to. Shaking his head in disbelief, as if denial could make the man next to Glenda look more, well, normal, John asked:

“I need to speak to your parents, is this your dad?”

The girl pressed her lips into a thin line and shook her head vehemently, curls bobbing about in the wind in her passion. Then, she stood, pointed towards the man and said:

“No, that’s Uncle Eddie. My papa’s in his study, would you like me to take you to him?”

John nodded, and then, just to fill the awkward silence, gestured towards Glenda’s basket and said:

“Those are lovely flowers, are you giving them to someone?”

Glenda winced for some reason before nodding:

“Yes, they’re for my mama. It’s not my fault they’re lovely, but I can fix them.”

Then, a few moments passed as Glenda looked intently into John’s eyes, before raising her switchblade and advancing towards him slowly.

“You have interesting eyes. My doll Marie Antoinette lost an eye the last time I played with her, may I have one of yours to take its place?”

John paled immediately, and he turned to ‘Uncle Eddie’ for support, and for a moment he thought he’d found it as the man’s face grew serious, but he merely knelt down to Glenda’s height and gently admonished the girl:

“Now Glenda, what did your papa say about injuring people?”

Glenda sighed in disappointment and obediently recited:

“Don’t grievously harm someone without first asking for consent.”

John strongly considered running away, but before he could, Glenda clasped her hands behind her back, switchblade still clutched firmly in hand, smiled innocently and asked in a sugary sweet tone:

“Would it be alright if I took your eye out, sir?”

Eddie smiled and nodded encouragingly at his ‘niece’, and John began to think that he would die here. Then, sensing that there wouldn’t be an answer she liked, Glenda sighed and reached out a hand for one of John’s now shaking hands, grasping it firmly as she led him towards the house, instructing Eddie to search for worms and slugs as she clutched her basket in the other hand.

As the pair reached the door, Glenda removed the flowers from her basket and, using her switchblade, carefully cut the heads off, leaving only the stems, leaves and thorns, whilst the weeds remained fully intact. With a satisfied smile, Glenda placed the butchered plants back into her basket and knocked on the door three times. 

The door was answered by a blonde woman who was even paler than her daughter (Glenda had to be her daughter, the two looked so similar). The woman smiled politely at John and introduced herself as Tiffany, confirming that she was Glenda’s mother as she invited him inside. When she caught sight of her daughter’s basket and discovered that the plants were for her, she gasped in delight, kissing her child on the cheek as she carefully placed the weeds and stems in a vase and gushed:

“Oh darling, they’re grotesque! I love them, thank you!”

As John entered the hallway, greeted by entirely monochrome decor, he was offered a glass of lemonade by Tiffany. To avoid being a bad houseguest he accepted, and asked what ingredients were in it. As he raised the glass to his lips, Tiffany responded:

“Lemons, sugar, water, and of course a dash of deadly nightshade to give it some flavour.”

When John heard the last ingredient, his eyes widened as he spluttered and dropped the glass in a panic, thankful that he hadn’t drank any. Immediately, he dropped to his knees to begin gathering the shards of glass together before searching for a trash can, but Tiffany simply shook her head and said:

“Oh, there’s no need, my little girl loves walking on broken glass, I’ll just put the shards on a shelf in the twins’ play room.”

Deeply disturbed, John handed over the broken glass shards and watched as Tiffany went upstairs. Using the silence to her advantage, Glenda crept over to John and grabbed his hand whilst yelling ‘boo!’ She was satisfied by the man’s flinch and grinned as she steered him towards the stairs and called out:

“Papa, there’s a man here to see you!”

There was a prolonged period of silence as a faint crashing sound could be heard from upstairs. But then, a man called down:

“Alright, send him up, my little demon.”

Glenda gave John a gentle shove, adjusted her hat and blurted out:

“Second door on the left!”

Then, she ran back outside, leaving John to face her father entirely alone, with a great deal of dread. He deliberately dragged out his journey upstairs, stopping on every second step to tie his shoelaces or catch his breath. He was so slow that he passed Tiffany on her way back downstairs, and she’d been up there for a good twenty minutes tidying her children’s play room. But he couldn’t delay it forever, and John eventually found himself knocking on the open door of what looked like a study.

When he knocked, a man with wild dark curls that rivalled his daughter’s looked up from his desk with a manic grin. Then, without warning, he launched a dagger at John, who dodged at the very last minute, making a beeline for the safety of the study before wheezing:

“You tried to kill me!”

The man shrugged and insisted, still with a grin on his face:

“I was only testing your reflexes, I like a man who can dodge knives, my own father couldn’t.”

Then, almost as an afterthought, he added:

“The police never found the body.”

John shuddered, becoming increasingly more disturbed. He took a moment to look around the room, his eyes landing on a variety of unusual sculptures and paintings. Each one seemed to depict a human being in a great deal of pain, there was blood featured in every piece, and John wanted to vomit. 

Strangely, on one of the walls, there was a cork board filled with pencil drawings done entirely in black and white, also depicting suffering and creepy things, but the drawings looked more like scribbles. Noticing that John was looking at the pictures, his surprisingly jovial attacker said:

“I created most of the pieces in here, but the drawings on that cork board were made by my daughter Glenda, isn’t she talented? I’m Charles by the way, Charles Lee Ray-Addams.”

With these final words the man reached out to shake John’s hand. Before John could say the reason why he was here in order to get this visit over with as soon as possible, a red headed little boy poked his head round the door. 

Unlike the other inhabitants of this house, he wore colours other than black - a bright blue and green striped T-shirt. He wasn’t all that pale either, he had rosy pink cheeks, and a touch of sunburn that indicated that he’d been playing outside all day. He was clutching a piece of paper in his right hand, and he presented it to his father with a proud grin:

“I drew this for you, papa!”

The drawing was clearly created using crayons, and it was the brightest, most eye-catching thing in the room, comprised of blues and yellows and greens that stood out against its monochrome surroundings. It was meant to be a drawing of a barn, with a big yellow sun in the top corner, but because the drawing’s creator was only six years old, it looked more like a bunch of scribbles. 

When Charles looked at his son’s drawing, he thanked him and went to place it inside a locked drawer, before noticing the hopeful look on the young boy’s face and deciding to pin it up with Glenda’s sketches, causing Glen (because it had to be Glen) to bounce up and down with joy. When Glen had calmed down, Charles bent down and ruffled his son’s hair before gently instructing:

“It’ll be dinner soon, how about you go downstairs and get to your seat before your sister sticks pins in it again?”

Glen nodded and left the study, waving politely at John as he left. When Glen was halfway down the stairs, Charles turned to John and shook his head fondly, confessing:

“He’s not much of an Addams, but he’s still my son so I love him anyway. I suppose it’s the Ray in him, my father was an eternal optimist, the only time he stopped smiling was when he lost our little game of knife toss. Odd man, but at least I got his money when he passed away.”

John was utterly perplexed, how was this sweet young boy the black sheep of the family? He felt an urge to speak up on Glen’s behalf so he cleared his throat and insisted:

“Glen seems like a perfectly fine, healthy, normal boy. There’s nothing wrong or odd with him.”

Charles flinched as if he’d been struck, immediately replying:

“There’s no need to insult the boy, Damballa knows he’s tormented enough by his sister.”

John blinked in shock, unable to process what was even going on anymore. Instead, he decided to press on with the reason for his visit.

“Now, Mr Ray-Addams, about why I’m here-‘

“Ah, yes, why have you come to see me? Trouble with the authorities again? I have a wonderful lawyer, he’s gotten me off of death row four times now, I’ll just call him and let him know what misdemeanours I’ve committed this time, shall I?”

John shook his head and laughed nervously, now realising that he was probably talking to a murderer. 

‘Uh, no. It’s about your children, Glen and Glenda…”

He trailed off, realising that he didn’t want to teach the Ray-Addams children. But he couldn’t back out now, could he? He could always suggest homeschooling, right? That was a valid option that the family could consider (so that John never had to see them again). He’d dawdled for quite some time, and in that time Charles had gotten comfortable on his swivel chair and was absentmindedly using pencils as javelins to spear flies that buzzed around his study.

“What about my children, sir? I’m sorry, I just realised that I don’t know your name.”

John squeaked out a terrified:

“John Oak.”

Before returning to silence once more. He was terrified because the more this man knew about him the easier it would be for him to track down and murder him if John said something he didn’t like. So John had to play it very safe. With this in mind, he began explaining:

“Your children were never enrolled into a daycare, or a kindergarten. Local authorities just want to make sure that the twins are enrolled for the next school year, when they turn seven in about four weeks. Or of course you could homeschool, that might be better for you. You’d just have to make it official by filling out a form.”

Charles rested a hand on his chin and nodded thoughtfully as he said:

“My wife and I have been educating our children since they were born. My daughter has a particular passion for Shakespearean tragedies, and my little Glen learnt the periodic table before he learnt his ABCs, the boy just loves blowing things up, that’s how I know for certain that he’s an Addams.”

John nodded and let out a grateful sigh, excited that the Ray-Addams family would be homeschooling. With the decision seemingly made, John produced the required forms on his phone and sat down on a nearby chair to ask Charles a few questions.

“So, what is your current occupation?”

Charles shrugged and replied:

“I inherited a lot of money from my Great Uncle Gomez, not to mention the money from my father, so I mostly just do whatever interests me. I produce and sell art, I suppose. Is that my occupation or should we just put ‘unemployed’?”

John simply wrote ‘unemployed’, and moved on at a rapid pace, firing questions at Charles who had no trouble with keeping up and responding to each question with an in depth answer. Finally, the form was completed, and John could have jumped for joy that he was now able to leave. As he stood up and shook Charles’ hand, beginning to make his exit, Charles politely asked:

“We’re having a family game night tonight after dinner, would you like to stay?”

John was cursed with an inability to be impolite, so he found himself nodding, and immediately regretting that choice. In an attempt to find something positive in this situation, John timidly asked:

“W-what game would we be playing?”

Charles gave him another manic grin and replied:

“Executioner, it’s Glenda and I’s favourite game.”

John didn’t need any more context or proof of the Ray Addams family’s insanity, he simply bolted downstairs and out of the house without a word, faintly aware of Charles calling after him:

“Wait, you’ll come back sometime, won’t you?!”

[talonslockau]

Fire and Ice - Chapter 33

Chapter 32 || Index || Chapter 34

Firepaw had never thought about the dead much as a kittypet. He knew things died, of course; his mother had explained as much to them when a fly that had gotten into their nursery stopped playing with them after he had smacked it out of the air. But he'd never seen a cat die before Redtail, and had no reason to imagine some sort of afterlife.

For a while, then, the Clan customs had seemed strange. They were constantly talking about Starclan, a mysterious entity that supposedly consisted of all the warriors to ever die that looked down on them from above. They would say it was Starclan's will that something bad happened, or Starclan's blessing when the Clan thrived. This all seemed like a load of foxdung to him; how could dead cats do anything when they were dead?

And then Redtail had started showing up. Granted, he didn't know how much the calico tom could actually do, aside from glare over his shoulder and disappear at a whim. Still, his existence was proof enough that for warriors, the death of one's body wasn't the end. If that was true, it didn't seem unreasonable to assume that they could do things kittypets would consider impossible.

Bluestar's departure to the Moonstone had given him time to ponder Starclan. She had left the afternoon before, three nervous but excited apprentices following behind under the wise gaze of Whitestorm and the scrutinizing stare of Longtail. It was quiet in camp now, with only Graypaw and Firepaw remaining in the apprentices' den. And while the other tom was good at explaining many things, Starclan was one of the things he seemed as clueless as Firepaw about.

"It's getting late." The gray apprentice's voice broke through his thoughts, and he looked up at the sky to see the tom was right. The sun's rays had completely disappeared from the horizon. "Something has to have happened. It wouldn't take them this long to return from the Moonstone normally."

Firepaw had to admit that he was right; the last time Bluestar had left, she had returned close to sunhigh. "But what can we do about it? They had a full patrol when they left."

Graypaw shrugged, but his tail was swishing worriedly. "It's the night of the Gathering, though. What will Riverclan think if we don't show up?" He was watching the sky anxiously, as though it would prevent the moon from rising.

That was a real concern. If Riverclan thought they were the only Clan left against Shadowclan, they might give in to Brokenstar's demands. "We'll just have to wait and see, I suppose."

As if on cue, the entrance rustled and Bluestar emerged, her head held high as she entered her camp proudly. Behind her came the other apprentices, all of whom appeared distinctly ruffled. "Something happened." Firepaw hissed to Graypaw as he saw the looks on their faces, a mixture of anxiety and determination he'd seen somewhere before.

All around them, the Clan began trotting towards the Highrock, clearly expecting their newly returned leader to call them together. She did not disappoint. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!" She called even before she had ascended to the top. The two apprentices met the other three at the edge of the crowd, giving each other silent greetings as they waited for the silver molly to speak.

"I left camp yesterday to hear Starclan's wisdom on Windclan's situation." She began as she looked down on her Clanmates. "I return more certain than ever that Shadowclan must be stopped. They have begun patrolling Windclan hunting grounds as though they were their own." There were snarls of anger at her words, and Firepaw agreed with their sentiment. The thought of that happening to Thunderclan made his fur crawl. "They attempted to ambush our patrol as we returned from the Moonstone."

"So it's not enough to turn away from Starclan themselves. Now they seek to refuse us our ancestors?" Patchpelt hissed from the elders' den. "I hope they were taught a lesson."

"It wasn't an easy battle, but we chased them off, yes." Bluestar replied with a dip of her head. "All of the apprentices performed admirably, and Starclan gave each of them their approval."

There were purrs of approval as the Clan turned to look at the three apprentices. Firepaw gave Ravenpaw a friendly shoulder nudge in support, pleased to see his friends recognized by the leader. "However, when I spoke with Starclan, they were troubled." Bluestar's tail flicked as she recalled her visit to the Moonstone. "They told me that they had seen each Clan turning away from the warrior code. They worried that darkness would claim all of the Clans if we did not act."

There were murmurs of shock at her words. "How can that be, Bluestar?" Lionheart asked from beside Whitestorm. "Has Thunderclan not followed the code?"

"Perhaps not." Tigerclaw rumbled from nearby. "Maybe certain cats within our ranks have already abandoned the warrior code."

"Or perhaps we did by taking care of the Shadowclan elders." Patchpelt hissed, his claws digging into the ground. "Or taking in a kittypet that attacked a healer!" He added with a glare towards Firepaw.

"Or perhaps they're referring to when you killed Oakheart, Tigerclaw." Firepaw was pleased to hear Lionheart's voice ring out as he glared at the large tabby tom. "Warriors are not supposed to kill unnecessarily."

"Enough!" Bluestar yowled, the crowd silencing at her words. "Such accusations do not help us now. Shadowclan is still the greatest danger to our way of life. We must remain united as we stand against them."

"What did Starclan have to say about Brokenstar? Did they have any advice?" Dappleshine piped up from near the nursery, wrapping her tail around Speckleflight nervously.

To his surprise, the powerful molly sighed wearily from the Highrock. "They refused to refer to him by name." Bluestar explained. "They only told me that we must stand strong against the coming darkness."

The Clan was uneasy at her words. "Can we be sure they are referring to Brokenstar, and not some greater danger?" Mousefur asked anxiously.

"If they were, I am certain they would have said as much." The blue-gray molly's words were more confident than they had been before. "I see no reason to believe they weren't referring to Shadowclan. Brokenstar is as much a danger to them as to us; if we were all to give into his craven ways, the Clans would cease to exist."

She gave a few moments of silence for the Clan to discuss this among themselves. After the noise had died down, she continued. "Regardless, tonight is the Gathering, and Thunderclan must be present in full force to counter Shadowclan's insidious threat." There were nods of approval at this. "Along with Quickflash, Spottedleaf, Dewpaw, and any queens or elders that wish to make the journey, I will be bringing with me Tigerclaw, Darkstripe, Lionheart, Dappleshine, Willowbranch, Mistspring, Pepperpaw, Cinderpaw, and Graypaw." She nodded decisively down at them. "The first night patrol will be Mousefur and Dustleap, with the second patrol being Longtail and Sandstorm. Whitestorm, Ravenpaw, Firepaw, and Tinyfrost will remain behind to guard the camp. Meeting dismissed."

Firepaw's heart sank as he heard his name being called to guard the camp, but he had already been to the Gathering recently enough: he supposed the siblings deserved the chance to go together. 

Just as he was about to turn to Ravenpaw, he heard Tigerclaw's voice cut through the crowd. "Strange Ravenpaw doesn't get to go when he supposedly did well on the Moonstone patrol." The tabby remarked loudly to Darkstripe as he stood up. "Almost like Bluestar doesn't want to risk bringing any traitors to the Gathering to feed Shadowclan our secrets."

The ginger tom's pelt crawled, though he did his best to contain it. Looking around, he could see that most of the Clan had heard his comment, but none stepped up to defend the dark apprentice from his father. Instead, they quietly moved towards the entrance, Tigerclaw giving one last dismissive glare over his shoulder before following.

"Ravenpaw, I…" He looked up to the other apprentice, but the tom didn't seem to hear him, turning away and padding softly for the apprentices' den. As much as he desired to follow, it was probably best to leave him alone for the time being. He didn't know of any words that could heal wounds from the claws of betrayal.

He watched instead as the camp emptied of cats. Sandstorm and Longtail discussed quietly before entering the warriors' den, evidently eager to get some rest before their patrol. Whitestorm sat stiffly at the base of the Highrock, while Tinyfrost took position by the nursery to keep a lookout over camp. With a sigh, Firepaw made his way to the tree stump by his den, taking a seat on top of it and looking up to the stars. He needed Starclan's help more than ever now.

The stars twinkled brightly and silently above him, the vast trail they created stretching across the night sky. The Startrail, he recalled the others calling it. If he followed it to one end, he could supposedly reach the Moonstone. What if he went by himself? Would he be able to talk to Starclan and finally get some answers?

Then again, with Shadowclan patrolling between the Moonstone and Thunderclan territory, that probably wasn't a great idea. Still, he wished he could talk to Redtail, and ask him so many questions. Maybe then he could get the proof he needed to reveal Tigerclaw's treachery, or learn how to help save Ravenpaw. Anything was better than this feeling of helplessness as he watched his friend suffer.

Perhaps he could ask Yellowfang for answers? She seemed to know something, at least, and she did visit the Moonstone regularly. Maybe they could come up with a plan together. Since no one else was really in camp, they had time and didn't need to worry about being overheard.

But just as he began to stand up, he heard a strange, faint noise. His ears perked as he tried to figure out what it was and where it was coming from. A glance at the other two warriors revealed that they hadn't heard anything; Whitestorm was still sitting as stiff as a stone next to the leader's den, while Tinyfrost was keeping his eyes on the entrance. Neither were looking his way.

He realized after a moment that it was whimpering, and coming from the apprentices’ den. With a frown, he pushed his way through the ferns to see Ravenpaw flinching in his sleep, letting out tiny moans every time he did so. His heart ached at the sight. And even though he would never get a better chance to talk with Yellowfang, he couldn't just leave his friend trapped in a nightmare.

"Ravenpaw." He hissed quietly. "Ravenpaw, wake up." He gently reached out and prodded the black apprentice with a single paw, lightly shaking his shoulder to rouse him. It only took a few moments before the skinny tom startled out of his slumber, leaping to his feet and arching his back threateningly.

"Easy, Ravenpaw. It's just me." Firepaw murmured as he retracted his paw, watching with sorrow as the other apprentice's eyes darted around, looking for hidden enemies. "You were having a nightmare. You're safe now."

It took a few moments for Ravenpaw to parse his words, but at last he relaxed, sheathing his claws. "I guess I was." He mumbled shakily as he laid back down. "I'm sorry if I woke you."

The ginger tom shook his head. "Nonsense. I was just sitting outside when I heard you." He tilted his head as he watched the apprentice settle back down. "Are you okay? You seemed pretty terrified."

"I'll be fine." Ravenpaw gathered a little extra moss closer to him, including a stray feather that he didn't recognize. It seemed someone had been careless with bringing in the moss for their den. "You don't need to worry about me."

Firepaw sighed and sat down next to him. "I obviously do." All he could think about was the way most of the Clan had ignored Ravenpaw after Tigerclaw's comments. Still, he didn't dare bring that up now, in the quiet of their den. "We're in this together, you know. We all are. You don't have to hide things from us." 

Ravenpaw stared down at the feather in the moss, absentmindedly running a paw over the large quill. "I keep seeing him die." He finally whispered out loud. "I keep seeing Tigerclaw pinning him down, and the bite- the blood-"

"Shhh." He gently lapped at the top of the dark tom's head in reassurance. "I understand. You don't need to explain it to me."

The oldest apprentice nodded, giving the ginger tom a grateful smile before it vanished again. "It's just- What if the rabbit sign wasn't about Brokenstar and Windclan?" He whimpered, drawing the feather under his paws closer. "What if it means Tigerclaw is going to kill me next?"

"I won't let that happen." Firepaw responded fiercely, his claws digging into the moss below. "And neither would any of the other apprentices. We'd all take on Tigerclaw ourselves if we had to, in order to save you." Even Dewpaw, he knew, would fight to protect the skinny black tom with her life. "Tigerclaw can't do anything to you right now. The Clan is on high alert with Shadowclan."

He could see the doubt in the other tom's eyes at his words, but he didn't voice it. "If you say so." He warbled at last, resting his chin on his paws.

"I do." He pressed up against the other's flank reassuringly. "Would it help the nightmares if I stayed with you tonight? I doubt I'll be missed outside." 

Ravenpaw was silent for a few moments before nodding. "If it isn't too much trouble." He added quickly, his white tail tip flicking uncertainly.

"Of course not." Firepaw immediately settled down beside him, resting his tail across the tom's. As he did so, he barely stifled a yawn. It had been a long, busy day. Perhaps a few winks of sleep wasn't such a bad thing, anyhow.

Resting his head next to Ravenpaw's, he closed his eyes and let himself relax. Even with the worries buzzing around in his head, it didn't take long for sleep to take hold of him. 

When he opened his eyes again, he was in the middle of a forest. Looking up, he couldn't see the stars or even the sky through the dense foliage. He'd seen this place several times before, yet he couldn't place where. He knew for certain it wasn't in Thunderclan territory, though.

He breathed in deeply, trying to take in the scents of the forest. Yet despite all of the bushes and trees around, he couldn't smell anything, not even the dirt below him.

Just as he was about to move deeper into the woods to investigate, he heard a rustle behind him. Turning sharply on his paws, he saw a figure standing there, like it had so many times before. This time, however, he knew instantly who it was.

"Redtail." He addressed the fallen deputy as respectfully as he could. "Where are we? Why am I here?"

The calico held a paw up to silence him. "You must listen closely. I don't have much time." He spoke with grave urgency that compelled the apprentice to do as he asked. "He is in danger. Only you can save him."

Firepaw bristled at his words. "What? Who? Are you talking about Ravenpaw?"

The former deputy hushed him. "Tigerclaw promises vengeance. He offers them a solution to their problems that Bluestar cannot - will not." He whispered, as though afraid the trees would hear him say it. "It takes a strong mind to resist him. But you must, or all will suffer for it - his son especially."

"So you are talking about Ravenpaw." The ginger tom pressed. "How can I save him? What do I need to do?"

The calico tom shook his head. "I cannot say any more. Remember this; Fire alone can save our Clan." And then, in a familiar flash of red, he disappeared into the forest.

"Wait! Don't go!" Firepaw called out, racing forward. "What are you talking about? How do I save him? What Clan?" He yowled to the trees, hoping that maybe Redtail would hear him and return.

WHAM!

He startled awake to see Cinderpaw grinning down at him. "Hi there, sleepyhead!" She purred as he struggled to focus on her. "We're back!"

"What are you doing?" Firepaw spat, a flash of fury coursing through him. Redtail had been right there! He could have given him answers! "Why did you wake me up? I was so close! He was right there!"

The dark gray molly jerked back, clearly surprised at his anger. "Jeez, someone had a thorn in his nest." She joked, though obviously somewhat uncomfortable. "It was just a dream, silly. Don't you want to know what happened at the Gathering?"

"It wasn't just a dream!" He snarled, digging his claws into the moss. "He was talking to me! Warning me about- about-" He hesitated, glancing at the black tom to his left, who was staring back at him quizzically. "I don't know what, but I was so close. I could've gotten answers…"

Cinderpaw seemed to have trouble figuring out how to deal with his outburst. After several tense moments, she shrugged and turned around, her tail lightly drifting across his face. "Well, fine. I guess I won't tell you all the super exciting things that happened at the Gathering, then."

Graypaw snorted as he slid into the den. "Oh, don't play coy, Cinderpaw. There wasn't really anything exciting, just a couple of new litters." He circled his nest, kneading it to get rid of any uncomfortable clumps. "Sorry, Firepaw. She's just excited to have finally been to a Gathering."

The ginger tom huffed and lowered his head back down, eager to get back to dreaming. Maybe Redtail would be there when he returned. "She can keep it to herself next time." He grumbled, closing his eyes again and hoping desperately that when sleep embraced him once more, he would see the fallen deputy once again.

But all night, no matter how much he searched in his dreams, he couldn't find the calico tom or the forest he resided in. He cursed Cinderpaw for waking him, Redtail for leaving him, and Starclan for not letting him return. Now he had no answers, only more questions. He wasn't sure how much more he could take.

Obviously even Starclan thought Ravenpaw was in danger, but why couldn't they stop Tigerclaw? If they were so powerful, surely they could send a sign to Bluestar or Spottedleaf instead of an apprentice. And how was he supposed to save Ravenpaw, let alone a Clan? 

Part of him wanted to tell them he wouldn't take part in their games, but both he and they knew that he couldn't leave. He wouldn't abandon Thunderclan or Ravenpaw to fight this alone. Whatever happened, he would stand tall against it. He just wished he would get answers for once instead of cryptic statements.

[x-authorship-x]

Me: Genma/Shisui? Nah, Genma's too flirty. They'd have some hot wild nights together but not much more

You: *Exists*

Me: I see my mind has been changed

A wolf whistle rang out across the bar, punching through the clamour and sending heads snapping up and around to locate the source.

Shisui froze in the doorway, mortification clawing it's way up his neck and flushing his cheeks red. It only made the staring worse; Uchiha were, by standard, distressingly attractive... flustered? Devastating.

Directly across from him, artfully slumped against the bar, Genma's mouth stretched into a wide, insufferably smug grin around the bottle rim resting against his lower lip. "Hey, hot stuff!"

"Oh Kami," Raidou hunched into his cocktail and edged further down the bar.

Dark eyes snapped up and locked with hazel-green.

A beat.

Shoulders tense under the attention and ears still glowing crimson, Shisui started marching over to where his two Squadmates had been nursing their drinks for half an hour. He might've been practised at ignoring the incredulous - and often appreciative - looks from those who didn't know Genma but it didn't make his natural reaction any easier.

"Raidou," Shisui called back with forced levity. Then, a little heavier, "Gen."

Genma didn't bat an eyelash. Or, rather, he fluttered them instead. "Well, gorgeous, how'd you feel about a long, steamy night of-"

"Pork dumplings?" Shisui interrupted, jawline flexing from the force of his gritted teeth. "There's a spot on the corner that's still open, if you'd like to grab a bite?"

Raidou was already looking like he'd regretting coming out.

"Shisui?"

Shisui might have looked great in dark colours but Genma was something else in that thin mesh top, trousers riding - intentionally - low on his hips. It was a struggle to keep his eyes on Genma's face, but the effort was made easier by the knowledge that Genma was doing all of this on purpose.

"Yes?" Shisui replied, breathing through his nose and flashing a warm, confident smile. Genma wasn't winning this round.

"It it really a dumpling you want to set your teeth-"

"No!" Raidou had had enough. Even shouldering a few feet of space between himself and the other two evidently wasn't enough. His face was twisted with resignation and annoyance, drink cradled like a shield to his chest. "I can't keep doing this, I fucking refuse. You-!"

He jutted his chin in Genma's direction. "Stop inviting me out for drinks only to play this song and dance every damn time! And you!"

Raidou's attention swung around to fixate on Shisui, who's eyebrows jumped up his forehead, bashfulness forgotten. "Stop playing along! Both of you, just go on dates like normal people and stop ruining my cocktail!"

Raidou could get very protective of his free time.

Genma wasn't helping things by smirking into his beer, slanting a loaded look at Shisui from the corner of his eye. "Rai, c'mon-"

Shisui stepped forwards, angled to hiding Genma's laughter behind his shoulder, and flashed an apologetic smile at their Squadmate. "Sorry about that, senpai, we'll leave you to it? Have a good night."

Then, without lingering to push his luck, Shisui wrapped a hand around Genma's bicep and tugged him to a free spot, hidden behind a pillar and in the shadows cast by a nearby lantern.

"So much for buying a guy a meal first," Genma drawled, letting Shisui back himself against the pillar and pull him in afterwards. "I'll have you know, I'm a classy guy."

"Gen," Shisui pressed his mouth to his boyfriend's neck in order to muffle his laughter, "you're shameless, Raidou was going to dump that whole thing on your head-"

"...You'd've thought he'd know us better by now."

"Why on earth did I let you convince me that this is funny?"

"Easy. It's not funny, it's hilarious."

"My uncle is going to hear about us again and then he'll find a reason to cite public indecency just because I'm embarrassing the Clan name-"

"It's not like he's never seen us really get going-"

Shisui only put a stop to the giggles by catching Genma's laugh with his mouth, humor fading as heat sank between them. In fact, it worked a little too well and it was only when Genma instinctively shifted away from an unsteady civilian that they broke apart.

Genma didn't go very far, curling his hands around Shisui's hips and clawing his fingers so that even his short nails pricked into Shisui's skin. "Why don't we stop kidding ourselves and go back to mine, Babe?"

Shisui chuckled, red gleaming briefly behind his dark eyes, and trailed his nose across Genma's cheek until his mouth met his boyfriend's ear.

"Kidding ourselves? Gen, you're the one who insists on 'picking me up' every date night."

Genma laughed again, throaty in a different way than he'd been that morning when they'd made breakfast in Shisui's kitchen.

"What can I say? I'm a man who knows what he wants."

[beantothemax]

Journey for the Dawn 4 Braincell au

First things first, Oboro will immediately leave the party once everyone’s final chapters and crossed paths are finished. I still need to plan the sillies of Oboro, Rai Mei, Ritsu, and, after Temenos’ chapter 4 with Stormhail definitely being all dandy and fine with 0 deaths, Crick’s Crossed Paths but the part 2 of the crossed paths would motivate Oboro to leave for what he calls “A short amount of time”

Motivation probably has something to do with the Moonshade Order. Resignations aren’t allowed and you destroyed the Darkblood Blade. Got to skedaddle and figure out how to fix that problem.

Until you reach Crackridge in the Final Chapter you will not have Oboro be present in your party. Stuff equipped on him will return to you and he will automatically equip that stuff when he joins the party again

There will be extra Travel Banter from everyone regarding his leave and often you have Hikari, Rai Mei, and Ritsu trying to figure out what to write to him/what to collect for him during their journey.

Anyways, onto the story. Everything starts out the same-ish. They’re all getting ready for camping. Ritsu is struggling with Agnea and Partitio in starting the fire, Rai Mei went hunting with Throné and Ochette, and Crick was with Temenos and Hikari and for those several minutes they were out Hikari was asking Crick and Temenos how to devote yourself to your partner, not knowing that Crick and Temenos are going to have a 2 year Slow Burn.

Things are going as normal. Rai Mei is thinking about what to do moving forward considering Ku’s political climate and her own Clan before Castti probably tells her that she can think of that *after* dinner. Ritsu asks several the gang what to write in the letter to Oboro and Crick is replying that Ritsu can write about the Godsblade and Temenos getting closer in their relationship. You can see Ritsu just immediately shoot that down in his head and try to figure out when they’ll get together

Things go as normal. They all go to sleep with the difference being Rai Mei, Ritsu, and Crick not having the shared dream as they were not the God’s chosen. They fight against the Dark Creatures and off they go through their journey to restore the Dawn.

NPCs will express panic at the endless dark as they should. We have to make this realistic. People are coming together to support each other and will remark on how this is terrifying and how they saw some monsters closing in. This is a story about how community and friendship and love can truly be worth living for. We got to show it.

The gang will receive a letter from Oboro when they enter the next town. Unless it’s Crackridge. You will instead be treated to the story scene in Crackridge if you immediately go there without other towns.

You are then treated to a cutscene where the party reads three letters and it’s clear that they’re all delayed in being delivered. You have the obvious one with Oboro telling Ritsu he fucked up but you also have the one where Temenos is told that a flame was put out. When it is eternal night already. So obviously the letters was given before things went down. Third letter only gives you vague locations. Several characters will remark that all of them look like they were written in a rush and Ritsu will insist on going to Crackridge first as that is likely where Oboro may be. You don’t have to of course but like. At the same time you’re getting a party member back.

The moment you arrive at Crackridge, Ochette will remark on how the town feels more hostile than usual to which Temenos agrees with. You will then be greeted by several Moonshade Order members ready to attack you because. I think the Moonshade Order would go and attack others for wanting to have the Dawn back. Fight isn’t anything too big but you will have to get through two waves of this.

Third wave almost comes around before one Therion and Alfyn come in and take that one down as a team. Alfyn thanks them for coming in at a nick of time as they were already busy driving them off after they got a bit bold in attacking a person he’s treating and their brother. Immediately you have Hikari ask if the brother’s name is Oboro and we have them both be understandably wary.

(Alfyn: Sorry but how do we know that you aren’t here to hurt them as well?

Hikari: I- I understand your wariness but please. You have to understand, he’s our-

Therion: Friends can change at a drop of a hat. We need more proof than just your word.

Ritsu, showing several letters: Will this be enough?

Therion: …Hm. Well then. You must be the group that he’s traveling with.

Ritsu: Yep. Can you take us to him now?

Therion: …Hey Alfyn. If you include that guy you would have 12 in all. Heh. 12 people. 12 gods.

Ritsu: I’m sorry?

Alfyn: I’m sure it’s just a coincidence. Sorry for the hostility friends. This town hasn’t been kind to us you see.

Hikari: No need for apologies. We would have likely done the same.)

Reunion between Oboro and the rest of the gang and you can just hear the relief he has. Crackridge sucked for him and it shows. It is cut short though by his insistence on all of them going into the Kal Ruins to figure out what do with the Flame.

Oboro will refuse to go with the Travelers to the Fellsun Ruins which. Absolutely fair.

Kal Ruins exploration and collecting journal pages galore. They relit the Flame and are treated to the lovely mirror flashback of how Ori stabs herself to quench the flames and how Oboro desperately tried to stop Ori from doing that and trying to slow the bleeding as much as possible.

Journal Entires would also change here. Ori would note how her brother has been staying at Ku for a really long time despite the original plan being him leaving around the time Hikari turns 19. Then we get to the later entries and we have her express surprise about how her brother is traveling with the Travelers and how he looks…happier somehow.

We then have several entries express some concern over her brother in the more dangerous segments of the Traveler’s journeys. Biggest example being the Timberain Incident where Ori is just confused on why her brother is putting in so much effort in helping the Travelers despite it meaning the plans will be ruined.

Then comes the entry regarding Peace over Ku and we just have Ori receiving the news that her brother defected from the cult and she goes straight into denial in her entries. Saying that can’t be possible and that they were a team and how he wouldn’t just do this without telling her.

These two have not processed their emotions healthily in so long.

(Rai Mei: …In a way I can go and relate to her.

Rai Mei: When my brother told me that he was tasked to kill Hikari and his mother I- I felt angry. I felt angry at the fact that he was going to take a friend away from me and didn’t tell me this beforehand. It faded over time but that didn’t changed the fact that he hid it from me.

Partitio: I hear ya.

Partitio: I couldn’t believe it when I found out that Mr Roque was the reason why Orerush was in a poor state. I knew him for so long and I just- Couldn’t understand why he would do that.

Partitio: It still hurts but at least I know he’s trying to be better.

Rai Mei: Well, at least one of us had time to mend relationships.

Partitio: Rai Mei…

Rai Mei: I made my peace with it. I only hope that I may assist in mending the relationship between Oboro and Ori.

Partitio: Here’s hoping.)

Big “Oh dear” moment for everyone. Anyways, they rekindle the flames and make their way back to Crackridge immediately.

We get a cutscene with all of them walking back into the house and telling Oboro that they rekindled the flames and uh…saw what happened through a mirror and got context from the journal entries Ori had.

Sure. Okay.

Eventually after explanation we have Oboro ask Alfyn and Therion if they can watch over Ori on their own. He’ll pay them extra of course but he needs to first clean up the mess he left behind.

At this point Oboro is officially added to the party, but not before a scene where he quietly knocks on Ori’s door.

(Oboro: Ori, I know you’re mad at me and that’s understandable. I know you don’t believe what I’m doing is right but at the same time I think deep down you still want to live. That wound was near-fatal and any deeper and you would have died. I don’t know if you did that on purpose or accident but you’re here now.

Oboro: …I’m going to fix this. I’m going to bring back the Dawn to at least…try to live another day. I want to at least try and- I want to see my friends be happy.

Oboro: It’s fine if you hate me. I understand that. I just want to tell you this before I go.

Oboro: I’ll see you soon. I um…I love you. I should say that more. I love you Ori.)

Back to the Journey. We go through the flames like clockwork and fight against the horrors.

It’s shown that the citizens are all banding together to help each other and in certain towns you get some optional cutscenes where the Travelers interact with the NPCs there. Cropdale, Orerush, Wellsgrove, Ku. You know. The story important towns with lots of notable NPCs. Some Adventure Banter will be added in those places.

Most of the flames go on as the same with

the Flamechurch and Tranquil Grotto being different.

Tranquil Grotto was originally supposed to be where Oboro killed someone with the Darkblood Blade but obviously that plan went poof as the Darkblood Blade was destroyed by the joint effort of Oboro and Temenos.

Arcanette loathes that happened and had to come down to the desert and kill someone herself. Was easy to manipulate the losing side of the Civil War to come with her for unlimited power. Honestly, mortals are so easy to manipulate.

Hikari, Oboro, Rai Mei, and Ritsu don’t know how to feel about Ageha dying. On one hand, good riddance. On the other hand that is a *painful* way to die and that should not have been bestowed on him.

Anyways Agnea and Hikari lit up the flame and the Travel Banter is different as this seemed to only have Hikari work harder for peace. Agnea reminds him to not forget to look after himself and that he has his friends to lean on.

Flamechurch is different as there is no Arcanette. Only the Church Flame out out and a sinking feeling on who Arcanette may actually be. Temenos beats himself up about it and then-

(Crick: Temenos, we couldn’t have known.

Temenos: Oh little lamb but I should. I should have known that the answer was right in front of my eyes.

Crick: And I should have known when heretics were at the Church as a Godsblade.

Crick: Neither of us could have known, and I wish you would stop blaming yourself for things you couldn’t control,

Temenos: My my little Lamb. When did you get so wise?

Crick: …I became wise the moment I put my faith in you Temenos.)

They light up the Flamechurch Flame and oh hey look! Vidania! That’s- Hah that’s concerning.

A few hours of preparing and sailing later and they land there. Ritsu, Oboro, and Rai Mei have different dialogue regarding it.

(Oboro: …To think I was so ready to make this my final resting place.)

(Ritsu: Taking back the dawn…whether my name will be sang or not, I will fight this battle with all my might.)

(Rai Mei: It’s time. Let us move forward, together.)

They get up on the top and see Arcanette up there and she doesn’t even bother with her facade. She gets to the point and says things about her plans and how force never brought anyone anything. To truly have people submit to them, they have to control their hearts and minds. Very unsettling stuff.

She probably also says something about how the Hound has brought friends and how he even brought the Eagle with clipped wings despite all it has killed and wounded. No one appreciates this.

The whole time you just have Hikari, Ritsu, and Rai Mei just slowly get in front of Oboro as the conversation goes on. Definitely see Rai Mei almost letting out Lightning Magic on Arcanette the moment she tries to get close.

Honestly the only reason I am not writing her getting incredibly close to Temenos instead is because Crick would likely stab her if she does. All the Travelers would stab her, what am I saying. They all would stab her.

Anyways! Wow! That’s disturbing! Arcanette fight here we go!

The difference here is that Oboro strictly told everyone that if someone dies on top of Vidania, there is a big chance that will be accepted as a sacrifice and Vide will be summoned again. The goal is to subdue, not kill.

Arcanette knows this so she goes all out and it’s fun. All of this is fun.

Eventually we have her subdued and downed. The plan is for 4 people take Arcanette to the boat and have her just stay there under heavy watch with some hard sleeping drugs in her just for good measure. The rest will figure out how to get the Dawn back again.

Except that doesn’t go to plan. It never goes to plan.

In a last ditch effort she lets out a burst of dark magic around everyone, gets a knife and aims at Oboro and-

(Oboro: …?

Arcanette: Ah. Of course.

Hikari, having just slashed her back fatally: No longer…No longer will I see my family die to people like you.

Arcanette: The King…of Ku. The little Fox in the den of Wolves. Of course you were to do me in.

Hikari: Speak no longer.

Arcanette: Hm. A little birdie told me you almost succumbed to the Darkness in your Heart. What a shame that you conquered it. At the very least…we now know that you do not need a curse to do heinous actions. For… it is already… in you.

Hikari: …

Arcanette: Hahahahaha…The Snake, Hound, and Fox. All of you…All of you destined to bring upon the Darkness.

Throné: …Destined?

Arcanette: Hahahahaha…For it to all…brought you together…

Arcanette: Dying here…means Vide will return…

Arcanette: He is coming…

Arcanette: “Soon…night shall fall.”)

That was disturbing. Oh shit right Vide. Vide got summoned again. He’s very much here and very much ready to cause darkness.

(Oboro: Hikari this looks like a bad time but I need you to listen to me. This was not your fault. I would have done the same and several people would have done that as well. You did not cause this.

Hikari: …I know it isn’t my fault. I was ready to kill her if needed to be.

Hikari: Now though, the final battle is at hand. Stand strong my friends.)

Time to tango with god! Everyone is pissed and everyone is willing to fight for the dawn. This is very much just the Vide fight but with more stages and more travelers. And when I mean more stages I mean when a third of his health is depleted he switches out the next travelers and so fourth until it reaches down to the last third.

Second phase rolls around and can 12 people kill god? The answer is yes. Yes they can. They can kill god and take back the Dawn.

Fun fact: Ritsu, Rai Mei, and Oboro all have unique voice lines when fighting against Vide just like what the Travelers have in the Original Game. Bonus Crick for fun.

(Oboro, initial turn: So this is the final obstacle…

Oboro, fully boosted: There is still so much I need to see!)

(Ritsu, initial turn: God or not, I will strike you down!

Ritsu, fully boosted: Even the gods will one day fall!)

(Rai Mei, initial turn: I refuse to back down against anyone, including you!

Rai Mei, fully boosted: My spear will not fall against you!)

(Crick, initial turn: My faith, on the gods and my friends, will guide me through this Darkness!)

Crick, fully boosted: As a Godsblade, I will defeat you!)

They beaten up Vide and restored the Dawn. It’s back.

Like to think we get a nice cutscene where we see the Dawn go on the various towns and NPCs visibly celebrating at the notion of it.

Anyways, before they separate like the Epilogue does it, we will have them go on a cross country trip to check on all the towns because there has to be some lasting damages and still some things to do.

That’s it for that chapter. I am not doing Epilogue because I will cry.

KIWI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are not. Words to describe how I feel about the 4 braincells au. just. !!!!!!!!

The gang’s earned a nice dinner. Let them all huddle around the campfire and tell stories and just be at peace for once.

Rai Mei, Crick and Ritsu not having having dreams of the flames because they aren’t chosen… that’s a nice detail

The stuff about the npc’s actually being worried!!!!! And how towns are working together thought this!!!!!!!! Yeah!!!!!! Npc dialogue being moistly unchanged for JftD (I think) was one of the kinda disappointing parts of it

ALSO!!!!!!!! The three letters you read once you get in crackridge!!!!!! Those were the ones oboro was writing in that inbox fic you made!!!!!!! aaaaaa!!!!!!!!!

ALFYN AND THERION ARE ALSO HERE WOOOOOOOOOOOOO if my boys are included that makes it 1000% better

Ori’s journal entries…. her confusion as to why Kazan’s actually happy now… and immediately going into denial once she finds out he’s defected from the moon shade order…. And rai mei’s banter with partitio after that………. my heart

OBORO’S TALK WITH ORI BEFORE HE LEAVES. ‘I love you. I should say that more. I love you Ori.’ KIWI DO YOU WANT ME TO CRY

Arcanette’s speech at Vidania… her calling boor the ‘eagle with clipped wings’… creepy. And you’re right all twelve of the travelers would immediately stab arcanette given the chance.

‘Fox in the den of wolves’ ARCANETTE STOP TALKING. YOU’VE BEEN FATALLY SLASHED STOP BEING UNSETTLING.

A god is dead!!! Woo!!!! Good riddance. And kiwi I absolutely do not blame you for not doing the epilogue. I would also cry if you did that.

kiwi i hope you know you’re such a talented writer and I love every singe au you make, and this ask was no different! it is not ok how deeply engrained this au is in my brain

[thepaintedsable]

Warrior OCs REDRAW

More warriors stuff >:)

Artwork and Explanation below!

This is something I had done between the years of 2017 to 2019. I honestly could not tell you where or when. I wasn’t really good at keeping track of or dating my artworks/sketchbooks, so I’m basing this off of the ages of the characters and the quality of art.

This is when I had been neck deep in the Warrior Cats fandom for the very first time, and had my main totally rad not-a-Mary-Sue totally original character: HiddenPelt. Big, muscled, lightning-striped mama who apparently liked to eat snakes in particular. I’d used her NON STOP back then (being kind of a really weird, really rude kid, not gonna lie. Couple of regrets from back then.), but she isn’t actually depicted in this piece! These are two of her kittens that had been conceived in an old roleplay I was in. I couldn’t be normal, so these were two of SIX babies she had that I tried to play as all at once lmfao. That’s actually one of the more fond memories I have, especially for everyone tolerating me.

CricketPaw and ???Paw are at a training clearing, and Cricket gets some revenge. This is one of the FIRST fully colored, “large” scenes I had done that was not forced upon me. This piece singlehandedly kickstarted the little colored warriors comics I’d continue to do (most were never posted).

In 2021, I got a wild hair and decided it was fine time to redraw that old mess to see how I’d improved. This time with my new medium of choice, alcohol markers, and equipped with far more drawing experience, I redrew the two!

I can definitely say I’d done something right it making them look like they’d been fighting. I was highly focused on the characters over the background: making them the right size, giving them funky fur colors and more natural patterns, more dynamic poses, showing full bodies, actually shading, showing the mouthes, giving actual expression! But, the background was very lacking. Foreground leaves come out of nowhere, strange shading, the tree leaves are in the wrong spot, gaping hole in the right tree instead of a knot, the bushes just hide endless liminal field space, and there’s even a cheeky little circle+rays sun haha.

Finally, TODAY! I chose to do it with watercolors on a square sheet of paper, because each time I’ve done this I’ve chosen my preferred/most comfortable finished-art medium at the time.

This time, I was going FULL background focus. Setting up the trees properly, making the grass form around things, putting leaves where they’re actually supposed to be, having at least a few more bushes in the background, adding interest to the sky, etc.

After that was done, I set the characters inside. No, i did not thumbnail or plan like I probably should have. I didn’t do it with the prior two, so it wasn’t happening for this one either. This is just for fun and planning makes me bored. I do miss the second one’s pose for ???Paw, but CricketPaw, my beloved son, is looking as sassy as ever and I’m living for it. He meant to claw his rat faced sister, and he will do it again. Additionally, I made the choice to place a third character watching over their training so it isn’t just two apprentices who wandered off. Probably their brother, so it’s actually three apprentices who wandered off, but I promise this one is responsible actually.

I’d like to say I’ve improved, yeah? :)

Weird to think I came from drawing jelly beans with noodle limbs to what I do now. And hopefully in the next two years I’ll be able to upgrade upon myself once again!

Also, I’m thinking about doing some Clan Gen stuff in my scene style! I’ve been playing around with it a bit on the browser version, and I ended up having JUST ONE couple produce, like, 11 kittens in total, and then each of those kittens producing kittens or just bringing home kittypets and loners so the clan was HILARIOUSLY LARGE.

[din-dadrin]

do you ever think about how din has had to cultivate a placidity so calm and cold it could dip into implacability with how little he's moved by practically anything to practically anyone who doesn't know him for so long that it's not just a second skin so much as it is something embedded, how it enhances his capacity to be hunter and hunted, how it's a point of practicality as much as personality; do you ever think about how din has a natural well of in-the-moment reactivity that he is never framed to need to bury beneath himself despite that placidity, how it enhances his capabilities as hunter and hunted as someone who can and is willing to adapt on the dime, how it too is a point of practicality as much as personality; do you ever think about how these built-innate things about him hone him so well for all the things that come with being a good bounty hunter but even more importantly, a good provider, and at first it's simply for his covert but then it's for his son

do you ever think about how that placidity translates into patience and how that reactivity translates into sensitivity, how from the outset of his care, he is gentle in a way he actively amends and decides to be and it's enough, and he is steadfast as he has forged himself to be and it's more than enough; do you ever think about how from the outset of his care, he treats grogu in a manner that isn't completely at odds with what we see of him in glimpses with others but is still obviously, blaringly different from his usual because he understands, instinctively, that this kid in his care is fragile — in a general "this is a baby" way, and a darker "this is a neglected/abused kid" way — and is on some subconscious-deeply-affecting-the-conscious level reacting to that

do you ever think about how this growth emerged and how it's cataclysmic growth not cataclysmic change, because it's not a case of mutually exclusive with din. do you ever think about how for all his other faults, grogu belonging with him more than he does with anyone else and din belonging with grogu more than he does with anyone else half-developed from some of these fundamental things about him, the ones that make him so good at providing, in all the hard and soft ways that entails. do you ever think about how some of the things that make din din, the things that make him so primed and perfect for duty, also make him so primed and perfect for love

[nightly-ruse]

I’m sorry @spottyissleepwalking bc I know ur on a lil hiatus and this is out of nowhere and in top of that unreasonably long but I wrote PolyPO3 thing lol. It was actually just a test writing I started for my own au with Moth after Hawk’s death bc Leafpool leaves to go with Crow which hurts her a ton. But then I just started with a few cats as maybe a poly situation till I realized this is straight up ur au. Um so here sorry if it’s poorly written I’ve never posted any real writing things I’ve done:

A Dream Dappled in Light ; PolyPO3 Story Snippet

It was such a calm day, the air cool and breeze soft. The lulling sounds of the river a song to her ears. And yet a tension built in her chest like she’d scented a fox near camp. As she tilted her head up Mothwing saw the sky, bright but clouds dotted around, waiting for their chance to swoop in and cover the sun’s warm rays. These kind of days were as slippery as a pike. While they could taste great and feed everyone they could also turn and deal devastating damage to anyone around. She used to love days this nice but every sound made her mind turn and heart flutter. A belly of butterflies.

Saying that just made her taste bile. Butterflies could never be beautiful to her eyes. Not after she’d stumbled upon her brot- Hawkfrost’s corpse devoid of life covered in them. She remembered with a shudder running up and watching them all fly away to show her the stake through his chest. Ever since that day at the lake she couldn’t stomach seeing one without envisioning him.

He couldn’t hurt her anymore or anyone else. But it still stung without him. All her memories felt tainted, poison to think about. Moth just willed one day they’d go back to the nostalgia they used to be. But today wasn’t about butterflies or hawks. It was about Leafpool.

It was the dark moon. Where no light could shine through and peak at them. Leafpool told her she’d chose this night because she couldn’t stomach her ancestors watching her break the code in so many ways. Though Moth didn’t really get it she didn’t mess with it. It wasn’t her place to prod someone else for their beliefs just as it wasn’t theirs to ridicule her for not having any. Still she did find some annoyance at having to trek through the pitch black to try and find the blasted island where they’d planned to meet.

The island was rather bright with flickering fireflies across it lighting up the place. What could have been if he’d had his way, making this Riverclan’s. Her home. But that didn’t happen and it was now where all the clans would meet to share news and tales with each other.

Her pelt was dripping so she decided to sit and groom as she waited. It was only a bit before another cat pushed through the thick ferns across from her. A pure white cat with feathery fur and eyes like hail. Snowbird.

The Shadowclan molly came through and quickly met her own eyes, giving a regal nod before flicking her back foot to get a spot of mud off. Between the cats who’d all come close over a shared love for Leafpool Snowbird was her favorite. She was always very open, clear as glass, and knew how tell a snappy joke to keep the conversation smooth. While the two didn’t consider eachother mates they did have a friendly bond over the fact both held the normal Star based beliefs. And having come from outside the clans.

“Hello Mothwing. When did you get here?” The molly asked as she padded closer.

“Oh just a few minutes. It seems we’re both early as usual.” Mothwing said with a small chuckle.

“I don’t know why you ever dry your fur. It looks beautiful with water sparkling off it. Like dew in the early morning grass. Though being damp all day would be quite a pain especially with your long fur.” Snowbird said as she admired her friends golden fur. A bashful thanks was shared before they shared some small talk. Hearing the molly speak always calmed Moth down, her slightly different accent that was smooth as the calm waters was almost a lullaby to listen to. Her voice reminded Mothwing almost of her mothers though far more washed down.

The two were just talking about some feathers they’d found when the final cats pushed through the fern gate where the other three clans crossed through. A beautiful black molly with eyes like perennial blooms and crow feathers in her fluffy mane. “Nightcloud” Mothwing breathed out with a slightly flutter in her chest. While they were all close, she’d always had a small aesthetic crush on the beautiful cat. I mean how could you not? She was both sleek and fluffy with fur so dark it could blend into the night sky and eyes that blossomed from her black pelt. And her attitude definitely led to the great admiration she held for the cat, she was sassy and tough with a rough tongue and fight like a roar in her throat always there to startle those who only saw her as a pretty kitty.

Just behind her was the less favored Crowfeather. While he was quite the perfect Windclan cat with his build and looks he always was incredibly unbearable. No fancy words or much good will he always killed the feel with some ruse words. She never got what Leafpool saw in him, especially not enough to consider being real mates with. Not even friends could seem to bare his rudeness as his few ones were pretty distant from him and always finding excuses to get away from him.

At last the cat of the night pushed through. Immediately setting her heart alive. She was pretty clearly nervous as her eyes looked to the ground instead of at the cats around. It took every ounce of energy in Mothwing not to go up and comfort her but she knew this wasn’t the time. And apparently some pretty big news was to be said tonight to the cats gathered.

At last she started, though as she spoke her paws rubbed her belly softly. “Umm so hi uh all my ma-mates. I just um have some pretty big things to uh share tonight that I can’t wait to say any longer. Um uh I’m, um I’m expecting.” The last words were much quieter but still everyone heard. Mothwing didn’t even think about the cats around her as her eyes widened. Barley noticing as she got up and walked forward to hug her true love. She felt a rumble in her chest as she purred. Visions of little paws trampoline her side, claws clinging on as she ran around with the kits on her back, small fangs chomping on her tail as they grew. It was like she transferred the dreams in her head to Leaf when she looked into her green eyes as the same light she felt inside shined back. Two other cats, Snowbird and Nightcloud came and and cuddled beside them as well as all the cats discussed the idea of kits to share. That was until a rough voice called from a bit behind Mothwing.

“But who gets them? I mean they can’t just be shared equally between four clans that’s a dung lucked dream. You can’t just rotate them across borders or else they’ll never find loyalty with a group.” Crowfeather scoffed as he stared at the clump of cats, the light she felt in her heart dimming like a crushed firefly. “And Leafpool you can’t believe everyone will just agree to such a idea especially as their atleast healer born on one side, not including Mothwing. Unless you want to be scratched down to a heartthrob healer I don’t know if you can even keep them.”

Those last words felt like a scratch to her own cheek and Moth held back from leaping straight at the feather brained tom. The cat beside her didn’t have as much strength as Nightcloud jumped over her and pushed him back a bit. Clear anger in her magenta eyes. “You vulture tongued, fox hearted, half rotted corpse of a cat take that back!” She screeched with rage, like a shadow had come to life to get the cat for being so stupid with his words. And from Crow’s sharp bristling pelt she knew he’d gotten a real shake.

“Night calm down! He’s right. We can’t have the kits be lost without any loyalty and you all could loose so much from this. I know we all want them, atleast most of us-“ she whispered with a hurt look to Crowfeather “But they can’t just live their lives between all of the clans. We need to figure out how to work this out before I start showing and how we’ll explain it.”

The island was silent as they all thought but the quick scratching of claws in the dirt made head turns to the quickly moving white molly. Snowbird was scratching some idea she’d had into the dirt and they all watched with curious eyes. As she sat back and looked down at her work, clear thoughts behind her eye, she looked up at them all. “We don’t know how many will be born or the real consequences of this whole relationship will be but I personally don’t care about any issues unlike some rubbish pelt. But we could rotate the kits across the clans until they themselves choose where they’d most like to be, or if they can’t choose one find a way to have them move between clans. That way no parent is cut from the kits and they have full choice on how this works.”

As she finished the light in all their eyes form before brightened back, almost brighter then before. Hope for them all to have a paw in their first litters setting the whole cats heart ablaze. All for one. Crowfeather still sat back as if his spirit was made of ice. They all rolled their eyes as he opened his mouth to speak once again.

“Your all blind! What mole minded plan this is! Psh and having worries about any consequences isn’t gross or whatever ‘rubbish’ means Snowbird that’s just having ambition unlike the rest of you. Personally I would trade my whole future for some kits between a ton of cats who clearly care about eachother more then they do me.” He said with a icy tone, bringing his paw up to lick at the end to show he isn’t bothered by any comments. While he may not know what rubbish is both her and Snow did and it described him quite well, stinky trash he was.

“Alright Crow you can back out no one minds. The kits don’t ever have to see you as any father and none of us will mention your barley there paw in all of this. Go back to Windclan and cry about how Onestar keeps passing you up for deputy none of us like the sound of a screeching bird anyway.” Mothwing sliced with a look back at Leafpool. While she never saw what the molly ever could see in him she knew now that she definitely lost that love when he said he’d trade their kits for a higher role in the clans. None batted a eye as he puffed up his chest and walked back through the fern gate to go to Windclan. All the cats turning back to eachother to discuss any names or ideas of how to break the news, what clan they’d go to first, if they’ll come by Thunderclan to help with their litter’s birth. Talk of seeing them grow made all the cats giggle and laugh.

Mothwing hated to turn around as she saw the pinpricks of early early dawn. She felt such a push to stay beside her mates side. And she could see the same power struggle in Snow and Nights eyes. Leafpool seemed to be having a hard time pushing herself out of the cuddle pile they’d made for the night around each other. But all the cats had to go back to their clans. With licks on the ears and soft touches of the nose Mothwing turned around to swim back to camp. The whole paddle and trek back thinking of soft bundles beside her many mates bellies, kittens protected by her fur from the cold, teaching them to fish and catch fish or identify herbs. The butterflies in her belly weren’t so vile as she realized they weren’t to make her reminisce on the past but to expect the future and what it could hold. Smiling she pushed into camp as kitten played around her mind.

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 182

Epilogue: "Dreams Come True"

I'm gonna be honestly with y'all, no matter how many times I've read through this chapter over the last couple days to try and prepare myself, all my thoughts and comments are still so similar to what I originally wrote two years ago. I doubt anything I say now could top it but I'll apologize in advance if I really do sound like a broken record this time since my feelings regarding this beautiful finale really haven't changed since then. I'll start off with saying that I am a tiny bit bummed that we never got the chance to see the children explore the large city they arrived in, but the second season's ending slideshow sorta filled in that need for me. While the city is definitely a complete contrast to what they were used to living in back in the demon world, I love they all decided to create their own little village around where Emma lives. That'll definitely make her feel more at ease with being somewhere she's familiar with and I'm sure a majority of the kids fancy the wildlife surrounding them too, especially Ayshe and the dogs. Let's not forget how impressive it is that these kids were able to build so many houses on their own as well! And the idea of them taking turns to visit Emma so she doesn't get overwhelmed with so much attention at one given time makes me so happy. Speaking of our girl, she looks so pretty! She definitely looks like the Emma we've come to know and love with that big smile on her face (even if seeing her without her iconic 63194 still upsets me a little) while looking fondly at new photos of her large family. Sure, anyone in this world could've taken the photos, but of course I headcanon that it was Ray who purchased a new camera to do so.

Emma's face here is damn hysterical and Phil looks so proud of himself for surprising her. Seeing these young kids casually riding on top of a plane that large is truly quite a remarkable sight, but she had to at least hear that thing flying closer, yea? No way something that huge can sneak up on someone.

It is so darn cute how the younger kids act like buying a plane that size and flying it everywhere they go is totally normal. Their chill attitude has poor Emma completely speechless. I'm so proud of her for learning everyone's names though, not only by recognizing their faces but their voices too as she knew it was Phil calling to her from outside. Seeing Violet become a pilot is surprising but the job fits Oliver very well since he was typically seen holding onto a plane toy during numerous Goldy Pond flashbacks. Looks like he achieved his dream and I'm happy for him!

I'm even more excited to see Chris feeling 100% better and finally reuniting with Emma! It's sweet how he still loves her so much regardless her lost memories. I'm only noticing now but it appears Jemima even brought flowers for Emma? Ahh, these kids are too precious for words!

It's crazy how they're able to visit so many different places and experience countless new things all in the span of one single day, but I suppose traveling is pretty simple with a plane like that, not to mention how this world doesn't have any national borders to worry about. Seeing Yvette get inspiration and sketch everything she sees is adorable and of course you have Ray being the strict older sibling who makes sure everyone else behaves while out in public. I still wish more of the Goldy Pond kids were invited to join the trip, but I understand how meaningful it is to see all the GF escapees finally live out their dreams which they shared with us at the very beginning of the story.

One of the most ridiculous and funniest things this extra chapter reveals to us and Emma is how Norman became the leading man behind some huge multipurpose company. I know his motive was to act independently from the Ratri clan (which is fair because I wouldn't wanna rely on those bastards either) but at least have the company be a fresh idea in his mind or a little new, not hit us with his total success right outta the gate! I can accept this life for him further into the future for sure, but not at 15/16 years old! You're still a child sir! Dude must have really loved hearing others refer to him as "boss." Vincent would obviously be okay with that and I imagine Ray making fun of Norman each time, or jokingly calling him "emperor" like he did in one of volume 15's extra pages. Speaking of my boy, he looks way too chill and perhaps unbothered about this whole idea, or maybe he's just so used to his friends having crazy idea that he's become immune and knows deep down there's no way he can change their minds once they get this passionate about something. Even though this chapter is primarily focused on the GF children, it's nice to learn more about what Nigel and Sony are up to nowadays with their new roles.

Hearing how Norman was capable of skipping grades and essentially graduating is the most believable thing about this page. I'm sure the schools in the human world were nothing compared to the difficult tests he passed with ease at GF and Lambda. I'm relieved he and the rest of the Lambda crew are healthy as well, but I can't imagine him recovering while simultaneously constructing a large company from the ground up. Perhaps he focused on getting better first and then started on his career path, but then I'd have a harder time believing this boy managed to do so in less than two years, depending how long it took for him to fully recover beforehand. Norman is definitely a force to be reckoned with.

Moving onto everyone's wishes now and ooohhh my, the girls look simply gorgeous!! I love each of their outfits so very much! I especially like how often Anna has her hair up in that ponytail too. It suits her and she's beautiful! And it's adorable how she and Gilda pull Emma along with them so they can all take advantage of the 3-for-1 deal. Emma looks great in her new outfit too but I very much prefer her previous one, only because it's reminiscent of her GP out a little bit. So happy our little musician was able to witness an opera too. I've been to several Broadway plays and musicals before but seeing an opera is still on my checklist for sure.

I gotta give kudos to all the children because while it's certainly insane how they're hitting everyone's dreams all in one day, not once do they ever look exhausted. They're having the time of their lives and are beaming with excitement no matter if they're fulfilling their wish or someone else's. Some of their wishes are really simple too if ya think about it, like a handful are things us readers could try out for ourselves, but after all the drama they fought through in the demon world, they absolutely deserve to enjoy everything this world has to offer them. I'm once again loving Ray being that caring older brother who makes sure his younger siblings don't exert themselves. Not to mention how damn hilarious it is to see him not even flinch while touring the haunted house. After the traumatizing childhood he lived through and the wacko world of the Seven Walls, nothing should frighten my boy, so I'd like to imagine he only entered the haunted house to look out for the younger child like Rossi and Alicia who are absolutely regretting their life choices. What matters is that Yvette is loving every moment of her wish and possibly laughing at her sibling's expense.

Despite mentioning how we could visit such places ourselves, I have yet to actually go watch an official soccer game, visit a hot spring or eat lunch in such gardens. I mean, I visited such botanical gardens down in the city but not once have I ever had a fancy picnic there! These young kiddos are out here making me jealous for real. I still find it so amusing that Rossi, a child who had fled from actual demons before, is amazed by dinosaurs. I guess it would be interesting to see such creatures whether they're alive or not. As of this previous weekend I can say I finally rode one of those old style trains as well, but Phil is way more excited about the adventure than I could ever be. So glad this moment of his was sorta animated, though he wasn't bouncing in his seat as wildly as he is here.

Everyone has these grand experiences in mind for their wish and Norman is over here just vibing with his two favorite people. It's real definitely simple compared to everything else but with how often the trio was forcefully separated throughout the story I know how much he doesn't wanna feel that pain ever again.

While I love how excited Emma was upon seeing the giraffes, I'm certain her reaction was due to seeing these animals up close for the first time. Of course I'd be ecstatic if our girl would slowly gain back some of her memories over time, they choose to show us the anxieties she probably feels every day about whether or not she's really Emma deep down and if she should act like the girl her family loves so much or just be her new self.

Phil being that one good boy who chooses to focus on Emma and her sudden mood switch while she's battling herself in her head.

I wanna say "oh sweetheart, you're anything but alone," but I know her amnesia makes her feel as if she's isolated from her family by not being able to remember every detail about them, the experiences they shared, or her true feelings. She can imagine this giraffe wish would've made her old self happy, since everyone else's wishes brought such big smiles onto their faces, but that's because they all wished for these kinds of moment their entire lives. New Emma is hearing about this dream for the first time and has no clue on how to react to a wish that isn't truly her own. She's probably even feels a little scared that she won't come across as genuine about the idea and she doesn't wanna disappoint her family by not living up to their expectations of what the original Emma would've done in her situation now. It really breaks my little heart to see her doubt herself so much when she literally has the greatest family in the world who would accept her regardless of what she acts like or feels.

One might think that Emma yelled so loudly to try to convince herself and her family that she's really excited about this wish, but to her surprise, she's rewarded with beautiful laughs. Once they arrived, Emma asked if her dream was to see a giraffe but no one bothered to correct her about how original Emma always wanted to ride one instead. To see this Emma reach deep down into her heart and shout with such confidence about what she really wanted to do is perfect in every way, so little does she know that her reaction was exactly what her family expected of her and they couldn't be more delighted to hear such words come from her again.

I'm in love with her adorable, surprised face and how she's in complete awe to learn that perhaps she and the original Emma are more alike that she's realized.

Aahhh it thrills me to no end that this little joke from all the way back from the first chapter is exactly how this series ends. We're coming fill circle baby!

Favorite panel/moment:

Oh no way, Ray's wish as my favorite? Wow, who could've possibly guessed that? Not to show any dislike towards the Mona Lisa or anything, but I'm very glad the story chooses to show us the kids visiting the Sagrada Familia way better. The architecture of this damn thing is impressive and it's insane how it looks this breathtaking despite it not being completely finished yet.

More importantly, this smile of Ray's is the most precious and beautiful thing I've ever set my eyes on! He's probably filled with so much emotion just by standing in a place he never imagined himself to be. He believe he was gonna die a long time ago but now that all his trauma is behind him and he fought his way to freedom, he's so grateful he's alive to actually see this gorgeous structure actually in front of him and realize that all the hardships he fought through alongside his family was truly worth all the effort. This face of his has absolutely lived rent free in my head these past couple years.

BEST GIRL!! I am so incredibly happy and proud of you that you achieved your dreams!! Truly inspirational and she undoubtedly keeps her top spot as my favorite shonen protagonist.

And with all that, I can finally say: End of series.

Seriously though, thank y'all so much for reading through all this, whether you were here from the very start back in April or ya caught interest somewhere down the line, I appreciate every single one of you! I dunno exactly when these posts went from a couple short comments to full length chapter reviews, so I apologize for all my rambling since I honestly didn't intend to write out such long posts. I literally couldn't help it. The love I have for this series is as strong as ever and I'm very surprised that even after these last couple years I still somehow manage to learn or notice new stuff about this world and these characters. One of the many benefits to reading through this story at a slower pace I suppose, and wouldn't you know it? Today is the perfect day to experience it all over again from the beginning.

(Yes, having the project end today was 100% planned from the start.)

[daiseukiis]

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒

𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 ; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤

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─꒱ in which we peak into how life is as the in-law of the fushiguro family after marrying megumi。

─꒱ feat. fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji & fushiguro tsumiki

─꒱ warnings ; profanity, chaotic hot shit

─꒱ notes ; OMG SHOULD I MAKE A SPECIAL WHERE YOU GUYS SEND IN ASKS ABOUT HOW THE NEIGHBOURS REACT TO THE FUSHIGUROS EYVBIJX HAHAHA

─꒱ episode one | 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒 | episode three

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꒰꒰ you love your father-in-law, like you really do love toji, but that worm of his needs to be in a fucking cage.

a loud scream comes from the top of your lungs early in the morning, eyelashes blinking to shoo the drowsiness away after it's been awakened by the warm sun rays that lay atop your eyelids. as much as you love waking up in the morning in bed with your husband, you don't get that luxury sometimes.

"y/n?!" hearing the loud footsteps of your husband rushing towards with another scream from your sister-in-law, the both of them slam the door wide open. "what happened?!" toji is the last to appear to the scene, his expression more on the sight of confusion compared to the worried and panicked facials on megumi and tsumiki's face. "what the fuck?"

"get this fucking worm off me!"

꒰꒰ if that worm wasn't adopted by toji it would've been on fucking sight. that shit uglier then sukuna's stock of human girls for his bitch soup.

꒰꒰ after you told megumi what toji had told you when you were left alone with him ( the sex question ), you are no longer allowed to be alone at home with him. megumi made sure that the dogs are around.

꒰꒰ you found out the hard way that toji has some lameass dad jokes.

you and tsumiki decided to order sushi for dinner due to the fact the both of you were too lazy to cook, seeing how you and megumi came back tired from a mission and toji from one as well, you all felt bad having tsumiki cook all on her own so you bought food instead.

"i'd avoid sushi if i were you, it seems fishy." toji says just as you all prepared the table to eat. you and megumi freeze on the spot, the trio of you all turning your heads towards toji who sports a serious face. megumi groans, "don't ever do that again."

"i thought it was pretty good." tsumiki lets out a small giggle, you smiling that toji was now comfortable to even make jokes after everything. megumi turns to counter his sister's opnion, through you all swore you heard a stifled chuckle come from toji.

'he's laughing at his own jokes!'

꒰꒰ the effort is appreciated though.

꒰꒰ sometimes you and tsumiki buy too many stuff at the groceries, you call megumi to summon nue and get his shikigami to carry it for you two.

꒰꒰ toji offered ( jokingly ) to let you guys use his worm as a storage while you went shopping for groceries once, let's just say he got smacked in the face with a pan.

꒰꒰ it's his fault for joking while you were cooking.

꒰꒰ you were used to waking up three in the morning for anything and seeing your husband and father-in-law tying some burglar or assassin up, but no way were the rest of the family used to you doing the work.

"y/n?" megumi comes walking down the stairs with his father, turning on the lights in the dark hour to gain a shred of shine. the two males see in full picture that you had just finished punching someone in the face, the other hand holding them up by the collar as it physically shows that whoever this guy dressed in black had just failed in whatever mission he had in mind.

"who's that?" toji raises a brow, more so on the fact that he is impressed you beat up the intruder without a single sound in the dead of night. the look of displeasure shows you were in no mood, wanting nothing more than what you had walked downstairs for before this piece of shit decided to ruin your night. you throw the man in black on to the floor, scowling.

"all i wanted was a glass of fucking water, not an assassin who can't even use the front door."

꒰꒰ when you and tsumiki make food in the kitchen, expect a knife to go flying at least once.

꒰꒰ you don't know if you should be thankful to have tsumiki as your sister or not, she's unintentionally scary and she's not even trying.

꒰꒰ somehow you always end up walking into an argument between megumi and toji ( usually after leaving the kitchen to get a snack ) but you instantly walk out because the last time you didn't, shit was ugly.

"hey... can we all just calm down?" tsumiki is in between toji and megumi who are constantly throwing insults and such at each other, whatever argument they were having she tries to settle it down without anyone getting injured.

"i can't when this pathetic excuse of a father can't grow the fuck up!" megumi bellows, glaring at the older man who lets out a tsk and a frown. "watch what you're saying, i'll hand down an ass whoopin' on ya."

'this seems interesting.' you sip on your boba after walking out from the kitchen, the bowl of popcorn just beside you as you ate and speculated. it was normal for the father-son duo to have their fights, usually it was fun to watch because it ended up as good entertainment for you. so in result: you have no intention in stopping them.

"no, guys, seriously..." tsumiki pleads, her hands slightly apart to try and force space between them. though her efforts were thrown out the window when in complete sync did they yell right back at tsumiki. "just mind your own business!"

'they punched her!' the boba fell from your hands and the popcorn flew, much like how tsumiki started to fall back towards the couch. it took less than a millisecond for the two to realize what the did, and they knew they were fucked.

꒰꒰ sometimes you still have nightmares about it.

꒰꒰ there are times that toji would be coming home with a woman tailing behind him, and it's somehow always when megumi and tsumiki are out.

"tadamasu." toji greets as he walks in, talking his footwear off and leaving it in front of the door. you pop your head out from the living room into the hallway of the entrance as you greet him on his return, "hokairi."

"who's the bitch?" you notice a woman who had too much make up to show her curstyass in front of you, a click of your tongue echoes through the two meter distance between you and her as you cross your arms. "who's the slut?"

"youー!" her face twists in fury, heels about to click and clack each step to get to you but is instantly stopped by the sound of toji's deep voice. "get out." the girl looks baffled by his words, face contouring into a smile full on uneasiness. "but tojiー"

"i said get out." his voice is much more prominent and demanding, sending chills down her spine as she steps back in caution. you stand here watching as the woman still refused to leave your home, in seconds did toji grab hold of her wrist and threw her out of the house ( much to the woman's displeasure ). you grin from ear to ear, running out to see her limping her way back to her rented car right beside toji. you call her out, the glare she sends your way is priceless as you stand beside your father-in-law with all the glory in the world.

"by the way, i'm his amazing daughter-in-law! and we have decided that a clown lookin' ass like you doesn't deserve the right to fuck a fushiguro!" you wink.

"yeah, yeah. get back inside, y/n. megumi 'n tsumiki 'ill be back home, don't want them nagging that our y/n got into some cat fight again." you hear toji from inside the house, walking away from your figure. you pout your cheeks out, "it's not a cat fight, it's my bad bitch moves!"

"i'll lock you out."

"this is my house!"

꒰꒰ you stopped questioning megumi and toji's cooking skills because the last time you and tsumiki let them cook dinner, they didn't just burn the eggs they were making but also trashed half the kitchen.

꒰꒰ they made an oil fire that time, and no one knows how but toji was able to get the zenin clan to pay for repairs???

꒰꒰ and apparently for the past five months the zenin clan have been paying for repairs and they didn't even know toji was using their money, well until naobito found out and busted your front door on a weekend.

"toji!" you heard the current head of the zenin's clan voice boom through your house, you also watched the white front door fly through the hallway right before your eyes after you have just watered your little cactuses. in seconds you hear the lazy voice of your father-in-law, emerging from the kitchen with a confused tsumiki. "what do you want."

"how dare you use the zenin clan's money on your mistakes!" naobito starts striding towards toji in anger, your eyes glancing over at your now open door to see naoya waving to you. you lift your waterer up in acknowledgment of his existence before snapping at naobito.

"how about your mistake?" you watch naobito grip on to the collar of toji's shirt, the look of fury engraved on his old face as he glares your way. "what?" he says, dropping toji as he complains about

"you broke my fucking door, you wrinkly ass, dusty, decaying ancient artifact. we just installed that three days ago! the zenin clan better keep paying."

꒰꒰ that door never seems to get a break

꒰꒰ the real reason why you and megumi never moved out of the house is because when you two tried, tsumiki and toji invited themselves into your house and said they were living there.

꒰꒰ your father-in-law makes hundreds of millions of yen, you'd think he'd live on his own but instead he lives with his kids.

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