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~He Makes Anywhere Home~

(Neteyam x Fem! Na’vi! Reader)

Summary: You enjoyed exploring with the Sully kids, they were adventurous and and exciting, but sometimes they were a little too adventurous, especially Lo’ak, who tended to break his father’s rules.

Word Count: 6.9k

Author’s Note: CHAPTER 3! CHAPTER 3! CHAPTER 3! Very excited :) & one more main chapter… What do you think is gonna happen???

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He Makes Anywhere Home

The Sully family was interesting… but you didn’t mind. They were so kind to you, treating you as an equal, not minding your background. They were so supportive too, encouraging you while you were taking lessons from Mo’at, or learning their ways. They were supportive of you and Neteyam, which was a worry for both of you, but after your first visit you were both sure it would be fine.

You had been coming around more after that, mostly for your lessons with Mo’at because most of his family was still a bit too much for you. Eventually you learned to love them though. You learned to get used to Lo’ak’s over the top personality, and his disobeying of the rules. You learned to love Tuk’s childish wonder. You learned to love Kiri through your shared connection to Eywa.

His parents were a bit harder though. You had liked Neytiri since meeting her, she was like the mother you never had, although you loved your mother palulukan and wouldn’t trade her for anything. Jake was much harder. He was standoffish, not wanting anything to do with you at first. He would act like you were not there, and you could never understand why. He came around eventually though, seeing how much his family loved you.

Spider however was different. He was considered a Sully by the family, but he was so different. He was the first human you had encountered, a tawtute so different from many of the others you had heard about. He didn't seem malicious, dressed like you, spoke your language, and was overall liked by the Sullys, besides Neytiri. You couldn’t help but lean in her direction, following her lead of disliking him, but you tolerated him because Neteyam and his siblings saw him as a brother.

Now that you were a little more settled in you would spend more time with them, joining them for meals and gatherings, but you never stayed too long, going home to your den at the end of the day. You still didn’t completely trust them.

You had started going with Lo’ak and Neteyam’s other siblings on adventures on your days off from training with Mo’at. You figured it was good for you to go with them, to protect them, and their parents secretly were grateful for it too.

Today was one of those days. A day off was rare, but now that you were comfortable enough with Neteyam’s family you enjoyed spending time with his siblings, going on adventures with them.

Neteyam was unsure about today’s adventure, worried about his brother’s actions getting more and more defiant against their father recently. He didn’t know what Lo’ak had planned, but he didn’t want you getting roped into any arguments or scoldings. He didn’t want them to scare you off, they didn’t want to scare you off. Jake would always save his frustrations for when you would leave for the night, but if you were there for the trouble he would be forced to tell you off as well.

You had promised Neteyam that it would be fine, you would be fine, his siblings would be fine. You would watch over them, protect them, make sure nothing happened. Most of all you would make sure Lo’ak made good decisions.

He knew you wouldn’t go against him if he expressed his worries and said no, but he had reluctantly allowed you to join them. You had smiled widely at him, thanking him, and giving him a loving kiss on the cheek, and an “I love you”, before you ran off towards where Lo’ak, Kiri, Tuk, and Spider were waiting to hear the verdict.

He saw them all cheer when you told them you were allowed to go, Tuk clinging onto you like a syaksyuk while she tried to climb you. You picked her up, ready to go off for the day, and before he got the chance to say goodbye you had set off with the other four.

The adventure had been fun so far, and successful by the fact that Lo’ak hadn’t done anything too crazy yet. He had tumbled out of a tree he was climbing, but he had yet to break any of his father’s rules which you considered a success.

You had split up for a bit, Kiri going to relax for a while as you and Tuk played around the area, Lo’ak and Spider were off to the side scheming something. You made sure to not stray too far from where Kiri was as eclipse was nearing and you would have to set off back home soon, or to their home.

You had finally called it time to go, catching Tuk and spinning her around in a circle as she launched herself at you, pretending to be a palulukan. You called out to the three around you, “Guys, it’s time to go!”

Lo’ak was the first to state his unhappiness, “But, (Y/n), can’t we stay a little longer, like 5 minutes?”

You sighed, looking at him sternly, “No, Lo’ak, we must get back. I do not want to be in trouble with your father.”

“Yeah, it’s almost eclipse!” Tuk shouted, frowning at his unwillingness to listen to you.

Spider rolled his eyes, “It’s almost eclipse.” He mocked Tuk, and Lo’ak laughed, muttering the same thing back.

You rolled your eyes at their defiance, turning and waving for them to follow you, “Come on boys, let’s go get Kiri.” You started walking and heard groans of upset as they trudged behind you, dragging their feet on the ground, “I do not want to hear any complaining back there.”

��Meh meh meh meh meh.” Lo’ak raised the pitch of his voice, mocking you.

“Lo’ak.” You spoke harshly, warning him with just his name, and he quickly shut up, afraid of what would come next. When he didn’t say anything else you thanked him, “Thank you.” For once Lo’ak wasn’t a duplicate of his father, stubborn and hard headed, and instead he took after his mother, considerate and a listener even though he was naturally a leader. You had always liked Neytiri better.

When you were close enough to where Kiri was you put Tuk down, who quickly raced ahead, but stayed in your line of sight. She shouted back at your group, mostly to Spider, “Whoever gets to Kiri first gets to wake her up!”

The other two raced ahead, and you walked behind, keeping up, but slow enough to enjoy the atmosphere of the forest. When you got there Kiri was already awake from Spider who had gotten there first.

You heard Tuk shout, “Kiri!” When you arrived. You smiled at Tuk’s excitement to see her sister, they really had a special connection.

Her call was quickly followed by Lo’ak mimicking her, calling out to his sister as well, “Kiri!”

Once Tuk was closer she told Kiri, “Kiri, (Y/n) says we have to get back.” Selling out the fact that it was you that had made the order, although you still had a few hours of good daylight.

Spider helped her up, grabbing her hand and pulling her up to her feet, “All right, come on.”

You walked off, walking for a minute until you caught a whiff of something strange, “Something smells… off. Stay close to me.” You warned everyone, your voice serious. Even Lo’ak didn’t dare disobey you when you sounded like this.

Then a gasp came from your throat, footprints on the ground, but from what you didn’t know. You stopped, inspecting them carefully, dragging your fingers over the prints before smelling them. They were where the strange scent was coming from. The footprints were large, too large for a tawtute, but weren’t from bare feet. They weren’t yours, or the people who you had come to know were avatars, so who’s were they?

Kiri ran up next to you where you had been leading them, crouching down next to you, “What is it?”

“We’re always supposed to be home by eclipse.” Tuk called, confused why you had abruptly stopped your trek home.

Lo’ak was quick to be the next on the scene, crouching down as well, “It’s way too big for a human.” He voiced your thoughts.

“Avatars?” Spider asked.

You wanted to answer him, but Lo’ak spoke first, “Maybe, but they’re for sure not ours.”

You let it go, warning them again, as Lo’ak looked like he was itching to take off and follow them “Stay close.” Lo’ak completely ignored you, walking off, following them where they were printed deeply into the ground, you did not want him following them, or straying too far so you scolded him, “Lo’ak stay with me. We are going home.”

He still ignored you, like he was in his own world, and you knew this was where you would get in trouble with his dad. You prayed for forgiveness from him, and not just for Lo’ak’s sake, but also your own.

Kiri let out a harsh breath, rolling her eyes, “What are you doing? (Y/n) said we are leaving.”

Lo’ak rolled his eyes back, shushing her loudly, obnoxiously, “Shh, I’m tracking.”

You were already stressed from his disobedience, but his comment made you laugh, “Tracking, that’s funny Lo’ak.”

You walked for a little longer until you reached a place you did not recognize, but the others seemed to. It stood out against the forest, a metal building, but was slowly getting reclaimed by the life around it, vines and plants growing over it.

The thing that stood out most however was the people. They looked like you, like Na’vi, but they were wearing strange clothes. You weren’t quite sure what was going on. Their difference from you scared you and you felt yourself begin to panic, heart beats speeding up and stomach twisting in knots. You felt skittish, wanting to run like the first time you had met Neteyam.

Neteyam.

No matter how much you wanted to run you were reminded of him, of the fact that you were with his siblings, and had promised to watch over them and keep them safe. You had to keep them safe.

You were too stunned to speak, but it seemed Kiri was much calmer than you, looking to Lo’ak, frustrated, “We are never supposed to come here. Dad is going to ground you…”

Lo’ak groaned, shushing her, “Shh. Can you stop?” He asked as he seemed to be growing more frustrated by her comments the more she spoke.

“For life.” Kiri finished her comment, rushed, threatening.

Lo’ak didn’t seem to care, didn’t seem to be scared by the strangers. Ignoring Kiri he looked to Spider, “Bro, we have got to check this out. Let’s go.”

Spider nodded, and they slowly stalked towards the people. You followed close behind, on high alert as to make sure nobody was sneaking up on you.

Spider’s eyes seemed to light up as he got a closer look, he looked excited as he looked to Lo’ak, whispering, “Bro, that’s where your dad and my dad…” He trailed off, but you didn’t need clarification, knowing Spider’s background, and hearing Jake tell the story before.

Lo’ak looked on in wonder, whispering back, “That’s your dad’s actual suit.”

Spider chuckled, wonder in his eyes, “Holy shit.”

Lo’ak seemed to zone in on the strange people again, after his excitement of being in this area calmed down, “I’ve gotta call this in.” He whispered, reaching for the com around his neck.

Spider went to stop him immediately, “No, bro, we’re gonna get in trouble.”

You didn’t want an argument to start between them and give away your location, so before Lo’ak could respond you cut in, ordering them, “Let’s go.” There was a firmness in your voice that told them not to mess with you. You spoke with finality, and nobody was to challenge that.

As you started backing away Lo’ak reached for his com, “Devil Dog, Devil Dog, this is Eagle Eye, over.” His voice rushed through your ears, making you cringe like any time you used the device, but Neteyam was insistent on having one on you in case of emergencies.

You didn’t get to dwell on your discomfort before Jake spoke back, “Eagle Eye, send your traffic.”

Lo’ak looked hesitant to say anything, thinking about dropping it and saying nothing, but you placed a hand on his shoulder, nodding, it was important for him to call this in, “I got eyes on some guys. They look like avatars, but they’re in full camo and carrying ARs. There’s six of them. Over.”

Jake was good at keeping himself together, always sounding calm and steady, but right now you could hear the concern lacing his voice, “What’s your pos? Over.”

Lo’ak froze, unable to talk in fear of his father’s backlash, so you responded for him, “We are at some strange tawtute building.” You informed him, but it sounded more like a question.

Lo’ak look a deep breath in, calming himself some, “We’re at the old shack.” He followed you up, giving the true location, more specific than you had been, and now Jake knew he should be worried, for your safety, for your lives.

Jake kept his voice stable, he was doing a good job of sounding unconcerned, but you knew he had to be losing his shit, “Who’s we?”

“Me, Spider, Kiri, (Y/n)…” Lo’ak paused, he didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to admit he had put his younger sister in harm’s way. She was so young, she should not be here. He should have let her tattle to their mom.

When he was silent for a bit too long you spoke, “And Tuk.” She was who you were most concerned with. You had taught the others your ways, how to survive the forest, but she was too young to learn yet. She was your top priority right now, to get her out safe and unharmed.

Jake didn’t address you, instead speaking to Lo’ak, you knew he was angry with him, and you knew Jake couldn’t be angry with you, “Son, you listen to me very carefully. You pull back right now. Do not make a sound. You get the hell out of there. Move! You copy?”

Lo’ak looked to everyone, taking a headcount before responding, “Yes, sir, moving out.”

Kiri rolled her eyes, “See, I told you. You’re going to be in so much trouble.”

Lo’ak hushed her, “Shh! Kiri stop.” His harshness was uncalled for considering he was why you were here in the first place.

Tuk tried to distract them from the argument that was undoubtedly about to start, “It’s almost eclipse, come on.” She spoke, grabbing your hand and pulling you behind her.

As she was moving forwards someone quickly jumped out from the brush, grabbing her and pulling her away from you, her hand roughly leaving yours, “Tuk!” You shouted, trying to get to her, but Kiri held you back, near her and the others.

You noticed Lo’ak and Spider had their bows out, and quickly drew yours as well, knocking back an arrow you let it fly right past the head of the person holding onto Tuk as a warning. A hasher warning than the group of strangers thought they would get.

Once your arrow had hit the tree everything seemed to devolve into chaos. Yelling came from both sides, some you could understand, and some in a foreign language. Your ears struggled to hear both sides, but zoned in on the harsh sounds of what you remembered Neteyam calling english. You hadn’t taken the time to learn it, and now you wished you had.

As you began to panic, unaware that Lo’ak and Spider had put their bows down, someone grabbed your shoulder. You spun, nearly hitting them in the face with your bow but it was just Lo’ak who calmly instructed you, “Put it down.” He pointed to the other weapons on the ground, “Put it down.”

You set it down hesitantly, and before you could do anything else the strangers lurched forwards, grabbing all of you. Each of them had one of you, all separated from one another, and once you were captured by them you felt yourself starting to slip. The material of their clothes was rough on your skin, and the strange weapons and technology on them dug into your back which was pressed against the person holding you still.

Once they started shouting in english is when you really lost it. You thrashed and gnashed your teeth together, growling and hissing like a cornered wild animal. You couldn’t understand what the strangers were saying, but everyone else couldn’t help but cringe when their leader called you feral. They knew to them feral meant dangerous, and being labeled dangerous meant dead.

Through your blackout in panic you could hear Tuk shout, “Kiri! (Y/n)!” You wanted to be with her, to calm her, but you couldn’t. You were just as scared as her, but your naturally skittish demeanor made you even more unstable.

Kiri shouted next, “Be calm…” You knew she was mostly talking to you, but you couldn’t do anything to calm yourself. The coping skills you had been working on with Neteyam all went out the window when you were grabbed and restrained.

The Sully siblings had only seen you like this a few times, and it had never been this bad. It was usually a momentary panic until Neteyam was able to calm you down, but they feared for your safety, and theirs, without Neteyam here to calm you down. For the first time they realized that you were dangerous, a killer raised by the forest. You were truly a wild animal.

Spider had never seen you like this though. He knew you didn’t like him, he knew you could take his life away if you pleased, and he knew you tolerated him, but he wasn’t so sure you wouldn’t blame him for this. His people were the ones endangering your family right now, so by association it was his fault.

Once the calls from the Sullys quieted your ears began ringing through the talking of who seemed to be the leader of the strange people’s group. You couldn’t hear anything he was saying, and even though you couldn’t understand him you were pretty sure you could read his tone of voice, which would be useful right now if you could just focus, but you couldn’t. Your fight or flight had been activated, and unfortunately for everyone involved you were a fierce fighter.

Alongside the ringing in your ears your eyesight was unfocused, blurry. You weren’t sure if what you were seeing was real, or if it was a hallucination made by your fear riddled brain, but once you saw movement you knew it was real.

They held out Kiri’s hand, one so foreign to you because of her extra finger, yet so familiar as you had held it hundreds of times. You knew it was not normal for a Na’vi, and you knew it came from her mother, someone like Jake. Jake, he must have something to do with this, and you prayed to Eywa he had a good explanation or you would be killing him yourself for endangering his own children like this.

Then he moved to Lo’ak, saying something as you watched his mouth move through the blurry lens coating your eyes. You weren’t sure what was said, but Lo’ak moved his hands out in front of him, sticking up his middle fingers, something you had learned from him meant something very rude, offensive, and you thought now was not the time for that, but you couldn’t stop him from where you were.

You saw the leader’s chest move, laughing, before he said something else, prompting Lo’ak to hiss, the sound cutting through the buzz of your ears. You growled lowly, his clearly riled up demeanor leeching off onto you.

The man retaliated against him, grabbing him and talking right into his face threateningly, which you could not hear nor understand, and now that you were getting tired, the adrenaline wearing off you heard Lo’ak speak, “Sorry, I don’t speak english… to buttholes.” You hissed at him, letting him know this was not the time for backtalk, but clearly the person who was holding you took it as a threat to them as they squeezed your arm tighter.

You hadn’t expected it, but next the leader spoke in Na’vi, something you could understand, “Where is your father?”

Lo’ak snarled at him, not giving him the answer he wanted, and before the man could do anything there was English being shouted at him by Spider. You didn’t pay attention to the leader’s response, instead baring your teeth at the tawtute boy. You didn’t know what he was saying but to your irrational, tired, fearful brain it might as well be something against you.

The strange man talked to Spider, a little less harshly than the others, and that only semented that Spider had something to do with them, their attack. You could usually care less about the boy, but right now you were furious with him.

Once he seemed done with Spider he passed him back to the person restraining him, pressing his fingers to a neck com he had. Why does he have one? Or maybe you should be asking the opposite, why does Jake have them?

Before you could try to make sense of it they were moving you, and as you struggled against the person holding onto you they practically dragged you along, your unwillingness to go frustrating them quickly. Eventually when they got to their meeting spot they shoved you all to the ground, and your head snapped to Tuk as she let out a loud shout.

You struggled in her direction, trying your best to get to her and comfort her, but you were stuck, so you did the first thing that came to mind. You prayed. You spoke to the Great Mother, begging her to let you go, to get you out safely. You knew she had a plan for everyone, but you prayed for her to allow you to make it through today, you prayed that her plan for you wouldn’t end today.

Through unfocused eyes and a brain on overdrive you recognize that eclipse was coming. The sky was darkening and birds were making their last songs of the day. Then the rain came, hard, darkening the sky eyen more. Through blurry eyes you could no longer see, the darkness too much for your brain to overcome, but through the darkness, your blindness, and the ringing in your ears, you hear a distinct sound.

Neytiri.

A chirp, then another, and another. Your ears twitch in her direction, head following and glazed over eyes trying to search the darkness for her. You couldn't see her, but you could hear her, and you knew help was here. You trusted her, and everything was going to be okay.

As you heard her again, and again, you were sure everyone else could too, feeling the atmosphere of your companions shifting. The silence is overtaken by prayer, and you soon figure out it was Kiri, her distinct voice calling out to Eywa, and you joined her, calming yourself with the prayer you said over and over again like a chant.

Thump.

The sound of an arrow meeting a skull, and you realize that the battle has begun. Panic surges through everyone, the strangers included, and as you hear shouting around you hear Neytiri from the distance, “Lo’ak!”

Your eyes come back into focus as you hear her voice speak for the first time, watching as Lo’ak pulls the pins on some weapon, a gas hissing out of the canister, what type you weren’t sure, but you took the distraction and planned your escape.

You thrash and bite down on your captor’s arm, hard. You taste as blood fills your mouth and soon enough you are released. You scurry over to Tuk, who was now free, everyone else following your lead. She had a flash of panic on her face as you approached her, but once you embraced her she let out a sigh.

“Come Tuk, Lo’ak! Follow me.” You shouted at the two nearest you. You held on tightly to Tuk’s hand and began running as fast as you could with her keeping up.

Then suddenly you were stopped, one of the enemies face to face with you, and before they could take their aim and fire at you with their gun your knife was already lodged into their neck, the blade long enough to come out of the other side. You pulled it back out quickly, having to shake them off from the serrated edge before their body slumped to the ground.

“Let's go. Let’s go!” You shouted, picking up Tuk and grabbing Lo’ak’s arm as you sprinted off.

You weren’t paying attention to where you were, trying to get you as far away from the enemy as possible, your knife held out in front of you, and through unfocused eyes you saw someone step in front of you.

You stopped immediately, Lo’ak slamming into your back, and you put down Tuk, crouching down with them behind you, getting into a fighting position, ready to take the person out. Ready to kill them.

“Hey, hey, it’s just me.” You heard, but couldn’t distinguish who it was through the adrenaline and blood rushing through your ears.

You moved quickly, lunging at the person, but they were faster than you, grabbing your hand and making you drop the blood covered blade. Then you were pulled into an embrace.

“It’s me, Neteyam. You’re safe.” He whispered into your ear, and you felt your body give out as you realized it really was him. You slumped to the ground, tears brimming in your eyes, and you let them flow.

Neteyam’s family had seen you do a lot of things, but crying was not one. Nobody besides Neteyam had seen you cry, and you preferred to cry in private, and that was when he knew it was serious.

“Neteyam! Ma Neteyam.” You sobbed, tears running down your face and wetting Neteyam’s neck where your face was dug into it.

“You’re safe.” He reassured you, running fingers through your hair, his other hand rubbing circles on your back, trying to calm you down, “We’re all safe.”

As your tears dried and eyes came back into focus you looked around, counting everyone, but Spider, and you were at peace. Everyone was okay, “Thank you, Eywa. Thank you.” You chanted over and over again as you looked to the sky.

Jake was the next to speak, the first to cut through the silence that had settled over everyone, “Let’s get home.” His voice should have held anger, frustration, but instead it held exhaustion and worry. You knew he was going to be angry later, but you knew he couldn’t be right now, too overtaken by relief that everyone was alive and in one piece.

As you went to stand you hissed, looking down you realized something had grazed your leg. You were not sure what had caused it, but a large cut laid across your thigh and you watched as blood practically poured from it. You were losing blood fast, but luckily for you this wasn’t the worst injury you had endured before.

Neteyam didn’t look down like you were, instead looking at your face as it contorted with pain, “Are you okay?”

You ripped your eyes away from the gash, not wanting his attention drawn to where you were looking, “I’m fine.” You gritted out through grinding teeth.

Luckily for you he didn’t push any further, “Alright, let’s go.” He said, beginning to walk, a hand on your shoulder, feeling like it was weighing you down with the pain in your leg.

As you walked everyone looked exhausted, and you were sure you looked the same, but you felt on high alert, and you knew you would until you got back to the Omaticaya clan’s home. You were aware of everything going on around you, every sound making you flinch. Your body, and mind, couldn’t relax, and you wouldn’t allow it to either.

The trek back was long, tiring, painful, but you managed to make it back without collapsing. You had grabbed onto Neteyam when the pain had gotten almost unbearable, him helping steady you, believing your poor excuse of being tired.

When you passed the threshold of the village, safely surrounded by others, you nearly collapsed, almost dragging Neteyam down with you, “(Y/n), are you okay? What’s wrong?” He quickly asked, rushing through his words, looking you over for injury, and when he caught sight of the gash on your thigh he gasped.

“I’m fine. I’m fine, just get me to Mo’at.” You muttered, your voice scratchy from when you had been roughly breathing through your mouth, your mouth and throat dry.

“Okay, we’re going.” He muttered, panic lacing his voice. He picked you up bridal style, and even through your complaining he was careful to not hurt you any further. He turned to his dad, “(Y/n) is hurt, we’re going to grandmother.”

Jake stalked over from behind you and Neteyam, “Let me see.” He rounded you, looking you over, “Oh shit.” He gasped, shocked you had made it this far without passing out from blood loss, “Let’s go.” He started walking off towards the Tsahík tent, “Let’s go!” He rushed Neteyam, walking faster to follow his father.

You could hear Neteyam panicking as he started walking, “Okay. Okay. You’re going to be okay.”

“I know.” You responded so simply, like you actually knew, like you were confident and had no concern for the state you were in, and he wondered how you were so unaffected. He couldn’t help but think about how you had survived in the forest, was this the worst injury you had gotten before? Had you had one like this in the past and tended to it on your own?

By the time you made it to the Tsahík tent you were nearly passed out, eyes growing heavy, and Neteyam was growing more and more worried by the minute, “Stay awake, we’re almost there.” He reassured you, or maybe it was more for himself, muttering to himself, “Please be okay, please Eywa allow her to be okay.”

Jake quickly pushed the flap that closed the tent open, and Mo’at seemed calm, not startled by his sudden arrival, he knew then that she was ready, Eywa must have told her something, “Mo’at we need help. (Y/n) is hurt, she's bleeding out.”

Neteyam rushed in through the doorway, the flap being held open by Jake, “Please do something, anything. Please, grandma.” Neteyam practically begged, and Jake was surprised his usually put together son was so frantic. He knew he would be the same way with Neytiri though, and it was then that he realized how much you really meant to Neteyam.

“Set her down over there,” Mo’at pointed to a blanket laid across the ground, a cushion laid at the top for her head, “and Jake, go get Kiri.”

Jake didn’t say anything as he raced off to find his oldest daughter. He was focused and even though the people of his clan tried to talk to him, concerned why their Olo’eyktan and his family had returned beaten and battered he continued walking towards their family’s kelku.

While Mo’at began working on your wound she looked to Neteyam, “She will be okay, she is strong.” She tried to reassure him.

“I know, but I can’t help but worry.” He admitted, a bitter taste on his tongue as he admitted to his worry, his composure falling apart. He always had to be strong, but right now he was far from that.

Mo’at didn’t say anything else, instead working on your thigh, concentration only being broken when Kiri arrived and she gave her orders. Kiri was quick to get into the zone, working quickly and bringing Mo’at anything she needed as the orders came.

You groaned and cried out as Mo’at and Kiri worked on your injury, pain contorting your face. Neteyam couldn’t stop himself as he inched closer and closer, eventually right next to you, your hand held in his, and as you groaned you squeezed his hand hard, using it as an outlet to soothe your pain.

Eventually Mo’at deemed you in stable condition, her and Kiri leaving to allow you to rest with Neteyam at your side. You couldn’t sleep, but were groggy, eyes closing slowly, so instead of sleeping your eyes rested and you spoke. You told Neteyam everything you were thinking, expressing your worries about running into the strangers again, and relief that everyone was okay.

He agreed, soothing you and allowing you to let out all of your pent up emotions. He was proud you were able to be so open with him as he thought back to your first meeting in the forest all that time ago.

The peace only lasted so long before Tuk was bursting through the door, shouting, “Mom and dad are talking, you must come!”

Neteyam looked at you hesitantly, and you nodded at him, telling him you were okay. He helped you up carefully, and he supported you as you hobbled to their kelku where you immediately heard Jake and Neytiri talking. They were clearly arguing, both of their tones frustrated.

You weren’t really listening, the words going through one ear and out of the other, but you heard well enough.

Jake groaned, retorting to something Neytiri had said before you got there, “This thing. This Quaritch.” That must be the leader’s name, and now that you had something to call him you would never forget it until the day you kill him, you will kill him, and as you thought Jake continued, “Whatever he is… He can walk right under Eywa’s nose.” He must be a tawtute, or had been one in the past, but now that he was in this body, one similar to yours, he must not be perceived as a threat by the forest.

Neytiri didn’t seem to care though, and you knew she was strong, was having the same thoughts that you could kill him and this would be over, so she rebelled against Jake’s words, “This is our family. This is our home.”

Jake used her words against her, “This is about our family. This is about our little ones.”

Neytiri was becoming more and more irritated, it was clear in her tone, “I cannot. You cannot ask this. I cannot leave my people. I will not.” She set in stone, for now at least, she was determined to stay, to convince Jake to let them stay.

Jake tried to compose himself, taking a deep breath then releasing it and speaking, “He’s hunting us. He’s targeting our family.”

Neytiri was pacing, you could tell as you heard her light footsteps on the ground, moving back and forth, “You cannot ask this. The children, everything they’ve ever known. The forest. This is our home!” She shouted, not as composed as Jake.

Jake sounded more frustrated now, growing irritated just like Neytiri, but his voice was also laced with concern, “He had our children. He had them under his knife!”

Neytiri’s footsteps stopped, and you heard her pick something up, “My father gave me this bow as he lay dying.” Her voice cracked, “And he said protect the people. You’re Toruk Makto!”

Jake was shouting now, clearly as upset as Neytiri, and you had never heard them this heated towards each other before, “This will protect the people! Quaritch has Spider, and that kid knows everything. He knows our whole operation, and can lead them right in here.” You then thought about it, you were sure they were taking him to the other tawtute, his own kind, people he could relate to, people he should like better than your own kind, “If the people harbor us, they will die. Do you understand? Look I got nothing. I got no plan… but I can protect this family. That I can do.” He paused, taking a deep breath, reaching out to Neytiri, “I know one thing. Wherever we go, this family is our fortress.”

They quieted after that, and you hadn’t even noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks until Neteyam was wiping them off. He gave you a reassuring smile, but all you could think about was them leaving. He was leaving, and you knew he had no choice, but what hurt worse than him leaving the forest, was him leaving you.

He was the first person you had allowed in, and now you were going to lose him. You were going to lose the future you had planned for yourself and him. You were losing your future mate, the person you loved more than anything else. You were losing your place in the clan, sure that nobody would want you anymore after you weren’t being coddled by the Sullys. You were losing your family, the people you had grown to love beside Neteyam.

You were losing everything.

Neteyam hugged you tightly when you wouldn’t stop crying, trying to show you his love, that everything would end up okay, because he knew you would be coming with them, even if you didn’t know that yourself yet.

When Jake walked out of their kelku and saw all of his children listening in on their conversation he frowned, he expected this, but wanted to break the news to them softly, carefully, but now he wouldn’t get the chance.

He sighed, “Everyone pack your stuff. We’re leaving tomorrow morning.”

That caused you to cry harder, you had hoped they would grant you a couple more days, a couple more days of love.

Jake noticed you crying and crouched down, patting your back, “I know you don’t want to leave the forest, but we have to go.”

Those words were shocking, they were planning on taking you with them, and now that you knew they wanted you to come with them, you were more concerned about leaving the life you knew here than losing your love. He was right, you didn't want to leave, but leaving with Neteyam was better than losing him.

Your mother palulukan was another thought. How were you supposed to break the news to her? You supposed you would have to visit her one last time, to say goodbye and collect your things.

“Okay…” You finally answered Jake, “I need to go home. I need to collect my things and see my mother.”

Jake smiled calmly at you, happy you were accepting this, happy you were taking it better than Neytiri, which was shocking to everyone, the child of the forest accepting she was having to leave. He knew you were right, none of your belongings were here, as you preferred to keep your personal things at your own home, “I’ll come with you, let’s go.”

When you stood, wobbly on your legs, but feeling much better than earlier as Mo’at’s numbing herbs did their job, Neteyam stood quickly too, “I’m coming too.”

“No, you’re staying here.” Jake glared at him harshly, instructing him, “Make sure Lo’ak doesn’t do anything stupid.”

Neteyam was less than pleased about that, but knew not to speak against his father right now. He watched as you wrapped your arm around his shoulders to keep yourself steady, walking off in the direction he knew your mother palulukan’s den was in.

You collected your things quickly so you could spend a little more time with your mama, and you explained to her what was happening, making tsaheylu with her one last time, allowing her to know how you were feeling, truly. She was sad you were leaving, she knew she would miss you, but she knew it was for your safety, and so she let you know she gave you her blessings.

She gave you her blessing to leave. She gave you her blessing to mate with Neteyam, when it was time. She gave you her blessing to be one of the Sullys. She gave you her blessing to live with your kind. She knew it was time for you to be with your own kind. You were grown, you didn’t need her anymore, and she would always miss you, but she understood.

Once you collected your things and said your goodbyes to your mother, you made the walk back to the Omaticaya’s home. It was long and exhausting, Jake practically supported all of your weight by the time you got back, and you were grateful to be back to safety.

Back to Neteyam.

When he heard you were back he raced to find you, taking you from his father, supporting you instead, and that’s exactly what you needed. He could tell you were tired so he took you back to the Sully family kelku, laying you down in his hammock, joining you soon after, careful to maneuver you so he wouldn’t bump your leg.

It was sweet, he was sweet, and even as anxiety gnaws away at you, thinking about leaving the forest, your home, when you think about moving you know he makes anywhere safe. No matter how far you may stray from the forest he makes anywhere home.

Word Bank:

Eywa (Na’vi goddess)

Palulukan (Thanator)

Tawtute (Sky people, humans)

Syaksyuk (Prolemuris)

Great Mother (Eywa)

Omaticaya (Forest Na’vi)

Tsahík (Spiritual leader)

Olo’eyktan (Clan leader)

Kelku (Omatikaya homes)

Tsaheylu (The Bond)

@xstarsmvxz @netedoongie @c-h-i-l @rose-brulante @purple-imaginess

#fanfic #fanfiction #avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #atwow #atwow fanfiction #avatar movie #atwow fics #neteyam sully #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam x fem!reader #neteyam x female reader #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam suli x reader

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danikamariewrites · 11 months

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Can u write a rhysand or azriel or maybe both in which there both in a ddlg relationship where they give reader princess treatment and and she just wants to be good for them

Ddlg poly!Batboys x reader

A/n: I thought we’d throw Cass in there too bc I simply couldn’t resist 😂

Warnings: ddlg, pet names, nsfw themes, and slight violence

Being with all 3 of them is amazing but tough at first

Rhys Cass and Az would all be so competitive for your attention

Eventually you guys figure out a routine and are comfortable with each other

The first time you call them all daddy they’re so happy bc all they want is to keep you safe and happy. They love the deep trust you have with them

Sometimes for fun or when you want their attention you just call out “Daddy!” From whatever room your in just to see which one of the boys will get to you first

Rhys cheats and winnows to where ever you are while Cass and Az basically fight each other to get through the door first

There are times when you want to be around one of them more than the others

You always feel bad bc you don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings but they’ve told you a million times that they don’t care as long as you’re happy

You spend a lot of time with Rhys since Cass and Az go away a lot

When they come back you get very clingy with them

Cass can be the clingiest out of the 3 especially if he’s been in Windhaven for a while

He will carry you around the house and keep you on his lap all day

“Need my sweetheart with me. I missed you so much I can’t get enough of you.” He’d say when you ask why he’s carrying you

It’s rare that they have a bad day. Stressful, yes, but they can always bounce back

They do confide in you and you love being there to comfort them

Az is usually the one who can be down sometimes after a mission and you always make him feel better

Azriel would be brooding in one of the big Illyrian arm chairs in a sitting room no one else uses in the house of wind when you find him

He’d be so lost in thought he wouldn’t even hear you come in

You’d be a little shy, worried you’re bothering him

Approaching Az you lay your hand gently on his shoulder. He looks up at you with tired eyes and a small smile, “hi daddy,” you whisper. “Can I sit with you?” Azriel pulls you onto his lap and buries his face in the crook of your neck breathing in your scent

“I know this mission was hard for you Azriel, but I’m here for you. In whatever way you need me.” Azriel hugs you tighter to his body. “Thank you princess. I feel better already.”

You two just sit there and you play with his hair as you whisper sweet nothings to each other

When Rhys and Cass find you, you’ve fallen asleep holding on to each other

If you’ve had a bad day the boys drop everything to tend to you

Your typical bad day remedy is a nice bath, Cassian massaging your shoulders, wearing their comfy clothes, cuddling with Rhys as Azriel reads to you

Cassian will make you hot cocoa (I’m convinced he’s a good chef, anything he makes is delicious and he has a great hot chocolate recipe you can’t change my mind)

If you’ve had a really bad day and your crying they immediately want to know who or what made you so upset so they can take care of it

You came home crying your eyes out one day after you had hung out with your friends bc someone cat called you on the way home and Azriel was ready to murder the male

Rhys reigned him in while Cass held you on the couch

They did find the male and beat him up

The boys each have a different nickname for you

Rhys calls you darling (obvi), Cass calls you sweetheart, and Az calls you princess but when it comes to sex I think they all call you bunny

The 3 of them give you nothing but princess treatment all the time

They wait on you hand and foot and buy you whatever your heart desires

They’re always gentle with you too. They’ll never raise their voices at you, they never get mad at you, or manhandle you (unless you want them to)

They hate being strict with you

When they are strict with you they either punish you or give you a stern talking to

You try not to be a brat, that gets you the worst punishment

Yes, you have rules and you rarely break them. You do like to push their buttons sometimes by saying no and stomping around the house when you’re in a bad mood. Rhys, Cass, and Az hate when you don’t tell them what’s wrong

Your typical punishment differs on which bat boy is in charge. With Rhys he shows you memories of when you’re being pleasured by them until you’re so needy you’re on your knees apologizing and begging them to touch you. Cass favors cockwarming or spanking until you’re practically crying needing them. Azriel uses his shadows to tie you up lightly touching you, leaving you in bed all day until they think you’ve had enough

All you want is to be good for them but sometimes you just can’t help yourself

When you are good they always reward you with your favorite dessert or take you shopping or new books

Rhys loves to give extravagant surprises like romantic dates or vacations

Time with each of them is different bc they each like different things

Rhys loves to take you out to eat or walk in town

Cassian will always work out with you, he was hell bent on training you when the relationship first started so you’d be able to defend yourself on the off chance none of the boys are there to defend you

Azriel is happy to do whatever you want to do. Usually you like when he reads to you cuddled up on the couch

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fandoms--fluff · 11 months

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Poly cg mikaelsons x little reader where she got sad about something and how would they cheer her up

Sad little reader x caregivers Mikaelsons Headcannons

Flufftober, October 17th

A/n: the fact that I wrote this in under fifteen minutes once i got it🤫😍

They'd all be worried and want to just bundle you up and never let you go

^but then again, that's what they're thought for everything is about

Kol

Kol would get you intranced into a movie that you both love or a game

And sometimes when the timing is perfect, he'll rope you into a prank

Which that always ends with getting himself a lecture, same with you for agreeing with the youngest sibling. Usually from Elijah, and sometimes Klaus

If the prank so happens to be on Rebekah, well then Kol definitely gets yelled at while she holds you in her arms like you were a victim of it

If it's clear your still sad after, Kol will build a whole pillow fort and bring all your stuffed inside, and you guys can relax and cuddle

That always cheers you up not just when your sad.

Rebekah

Rebekah turns softer than she already is (which is jars to believe) to you.

She'll pick you up and rock you in her arms

She'd bring you to her bedroom and snuggle with you under all the soft blanket all day is she has to

^which she won't complain about

You'll snuggle into her chest and place your ear right over her heart to hear the rhythm of her heart

If your still sad later on, you'll usually pull at the collar of her shirt down. Which she knows exactly what it means.

She'll take both your guys' shirts and bras off, leaving you to snuggle into her comfy and warm chest. Skin to skin contact always calms you down, especially when it's with your Mommy

Elijah

Elijah would bring you into his arms and hold you close when he sees your saddened face when he walks into the room

He'd play with your hair, and sometimes put small braids in it

His go to activity for when you're down, is to read to you. His voice always calms you down and makes you sleepy, which us why you love when he tells you to pock out a book from the shelves

The book usually tends to be a fantasy one, but he doesn't mind and always will read the book you choose (as long as the content is decent)

You'll be entranced into the book, and soon enough Elijah will have a snoozing little girl cuddling into his shoulder

Klaus

Klaus' immediate thoughts would be someone did something to you before you, to the best of your abilities, explain that no one did nothing

^but if someone did, I pity that poor soul for what's coming for them

He would try to get you to talk about what wrong, and why your sad. And if that doesn't work, like most times, he brings you into his art studio

He'd distract you with having you make your own art and him guiding you through using the paint brush. Sometimes, he brings out the 'fun paint' which you use for finger painting

Finger painting always puts a smile on your face and Klaus' aswell. At the end he'll have to give you a whole bath to get the paint off, but you and he don't mind.

As long as you had fun and no more sad thoughts

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Oooh Twst OC time.

I had this RSA guy cooking in my mind for a week or two. So here's my take on a TWST Arielle.

Name: Anderson Riverbay

Age: 17

Height: 174cm (on land), 189cm (in the ocean)

Homeland: The coral sea (obviously)

Species: Merman (again: of course!)

Hobbies: Surfing, Rollerskating

Best subject: foreign Languages

Pet peeves: littering

Talent: Singing

Trivia:

-Anderson is a merman who had the desire to start a life above ground after seeing people do various activities by the beach (Volley ball, surfing etc.)

-Just like Azul, he is a dorm leader, since he embodies the sea princesses passion (and yearning)

-He is incredibly confident in himself and dives headfirst into learning something new without any hindrance.

-He is Azuls old classmate. He was well beloved and did not notice how Azul was excluded. He always viewed Azul as very timid and figured that's why he was so distant. Sometimes he would ask Azul questions regarding his species (since this was the first time Anderson ever came in contact with an octopus merman), which Azul did not take kindly to.

-He heard about how successful Azul has become and is very proud that he came out of his shell.

-After managing to get a hang of walking land, he started multiple hobbies mostly revolving around leg coordination. Surfing is his absolute favourite. (Other hobbies to list: Roller skating, Inliner skating, Skateboarding etc.)

-After mastering his footwork he started a boot camp for Mermen on land. This is where he met Azul again. IMPORTANT EDIT: so I finally proceeded with the main story and to make a long story short, this doesn't work, so I hereby present my new approach: He is NOT the founder of the Boot camp (since it literally operated for ages), instead it was founded by one of his late relatives and he is one of the many many volunteers.

-Azul keeps trying to screw him over by selling 'junk', but Anderson somehow always ends up turning it into a profit.

-He is very kind and well beloved, but he tends to be ignorant of conflicts. He acts mostly out of self interest and doesn't stay on a singular path. Instead he goes whichever way he currently desires. He is free spirited and curious.

-He collects junk and sea shells in the ocean and by the beach. He has a collection of his most interesting finds on his bookshelf. He also turns some of the stuff he finds into jewelry and sells them. The money he gets is used to fund his MANY hobbies or goes towards beach cleanups.

-RSA does not have the equivalent of a Mostro lounge, but they do have a 20s themed restaurant called 'T&N's diner'. It employs a lot of students and has a beach bar themed section ('the fish fin'), which is responsible for all sorts of fun (non alcoholic) drinks. Anderson is in charge of it together with his dorm mates and they serve beverages on roller skates. In the evenings he sings in the main restaurant to entertain the guests.

-since being human is not his natural form, he sometimes has trouble to speak (especially since he uses his voice a lot more than other mermen on land) and uses sign language to communicate. He also does this as a measure of protection; he will refrain from speaking throughout the day to be able to perform at night.

-Sometimes, Azul eats sushi Infront of him, which makes him a little uncomfortable. He does not realise that Azul does this out of spite.

Anyways, doodle page!!!

And here are my first concept sketches of the guy:

#waaa very nervous about posting this #I'm so bad at naming characters #he is a silly little guy #disney twst #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #royal sword academy

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“am i not my brother’s keeper?”

summary | it takes time for dabi to understand you, mostly because he doesn’t know how to ask. he supposes he’ll start with the scar on your back and go from there.

pairing | dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader

word count | 1,405

warning | very minor/implied angst, minor hurt/comfort, mentions of god/God, reader has an older brother.

a/n | i don’t want to make this too long, so it might end up being a series of drabbles. but honestly, dabi as an older sibling, especially in shoto’s case, affects me so much. he believes he is irredeemable.

but what is the true extent of a sibling's love?

[ 18+ | minors, blank, ageless blogs dni! ]

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It happens on one of those nights after disgusting, earth-shattering sex. The kind that you need to take a shower after. The kind that makes you strip the sheets before you get in the shower. The kind that makes you wonder if God really does see everything.

That’s when Dabi learns a little more about you.

So far things have been pretty casual, Dabi comes in and out as he pleases, sometimes disappearing for weeks at a time and then staying the night but leaving promptly in the morning, usually before you wake up.

You still insist on him wearing a condom despite the fact that you’re on birth control and you’re not having sex with anyone else (after you two become exclusive, he’ll reveal he hadn’t slept with anyone since the first time you two kissed).

It’s casual.

When two are tucked back in the sheets, with a candle burning in the corner of the room, Dabi looks at you.

Or, rather, he’s looking at your back. You’re a shitty sleeper and despite how many times he sleeps over, you still tend to sleep diagonally in a king-sized bed, on your stomach, drooling across the pillow.

That’s when he’s able to take stock of your skin when he’s not peeling the clothes off or shoving your face into the mattress to arch your back a little more.

His fingers run over scarred skin and when he pulls back, he sees a long jagged scar running down your back, and then a set of identical smaller ones, light and scattered over your skin.

“What happened here?” he can’t help but ask, his curiosity making him shed the mysterious and disinterested persona he tries to carry in front of you.

Of course, you’re already half asleep, but you still murmur out, “Where?”

Dabi’s fingers dig into the long scar a little bit harder as his mind runs wild. He needs to know who gave you that scar and he can’t explain why he’s already thinking about the repercussions for the person who did.

He doesn’t know much about your life before you met him. Sometimes you tell him about work or your friends, but never much about your past. He can’t argue about it because he hasn’t told you anything about his own past.

“Here,” he grunts, indicating the scars that litter your skin. They’re all similar shades which must mean you got them at or around the same time, but the sizes vary so greatly he doesn’t know what could’ve happened to you.

“Oh,” you groan, pulling your face out of the pillow to speak a little clearer.

“Got pushed off the roof,” you say casually.

Dabi jerks back and forcefully rolls you over, making you look into his eyes. Your expression is completely bewildered but Dabi’s is hostile.

He spends an extra second looking at your face before gritting out, ”What?”

It takes you a little too long to respond because you’re taking in his face. You usually never get anything more than cool disinterest, or sometimes mild interest, but he’s never been mad around you. So you’ve never got the chance to see the way his eyes narrow, or feel how his hands heat up unintentionally. Now you have the chance to see the hard set of his jaw and flare of his nostrils.

Dabi repeats himself, calling your attention back to the moment, “What happened?”

“My older brother pushed me off the roof,” you answer, still enthralled with Dabi and his face and the way his anger changes even the tone of his voice. But when your answer doesn’t placate him, you’re quickly realizing you need to diffuse the situation.

Bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks, you blow a prolonged stream of air into his face. It startles him enough to make him pull back and shake his head. It cuts the tension in the room and allows you to switch your position, forcing him onto his back while you lay on his chest.

“What’s wrong?” you whisper, eyebrows wrinkled in question.

The momentary lapse doesn’t completely pull Dabi from his emotions and you don’t know why he’s so incensed.

“Why the fuck would he push you off the roof?” Confusion ripples across your face and it only serves to make Dabi more angry. “Stop fuckin’ looking at me like I’m crazy. Your brother tried to kill you!”

Your hands come up and you lock eyes with Dabi, taking a slow breath in and slow breath out. Dabi’s forced to mimic your actions until you stop to speak to him.

“He wasn’t trying to kill me, Dabi. We were up on the roof, when we weren’t supposed to be, just playing around. He was like 10 and I was 8, and he pushed me by accident,” you explain as he listens. “I think he thought I would fly because of my quirk, instead I landed in my mom’s garden and now she blames us for her hydrangeas never growing in that spot.”

“What’d your parents do to him?”

His question immediately shocks and you try to understand why he would ask that, but you answer anyway.

“Nothing. I told them that I slipped and fell off the roof, and after I got my stitches, they didn’t ask again.”

Dabi waits for the rest, “Then what?”

“That was it. It was an accident, Dabi. He wasn’t trying to hurt me, we were just being dumb. Aside from bringing it up on my birthdays and when I need a favor from him, we don’t really think of it,” you finish.

When Dabi doesn’t respond, you repeat, “He wasn’t trying to hurt me, we were just kids. We didn’t know any better.”

Moments of silence pass between you both. Dabi’s looking in your eyes, trying to read your body language, searching for signs that you’re lying. You’re trying to figure out why he’s reacting like this. Most of what you say to Dabi comes up with little to no questioning, he’s never reacted so passionately in front of you.

“You don’t,” Dabi clears his throat, looking at you intensely. “You don’t hate him?”

Immediately, you shake your head. “He’s my big brother, I love him.”

“He pushed you off a roof,” Dabi reiterates like you forgot.

“And I broke his favorite action figure. I cut a chunk out of his hair. I accidentally stole the breath out of his body when I developed my quirk,” you volley back, laughing a little. “He’s my brother, I can’t imagine there’s much I wouldn’t forgive him for.”

At your words, Dabi relaxes a little bit.

Another beat passes.

“What if he did something worse?” Dabi asks, his voice a whisper in the quiet of your room. The candle in the corner flickers a little bit.

“You want me to get all philosophical on you?” Your words are a joke, but Dabi doesn’t laugh, and he doesn’t say no.

So, you’re serious when you say, “Simply put, yes, he could do something worse and I would forgive him. I would forgive him, as long as he doesn’t go where I cannot follow. He could kill god and it would be fine with me, as long as he doesn’t kill himself. He’s my brother.”

It’s your repetition of that phrase that does Dabi in. It keeps hammering itself inside him. You say it differently every time.

An explanation, a curse, a vow.

“Is it like that for everyone?” Dabi implores, and you wish you could open up his head. You want to poke around and find out why he needs to know this information, because that’s how he’s asking you. He speaks like he’s investigating something and your answer could crack open a cold case.

You consider him for a moment. “I guess it depends on the relationship. I don’t know if you have older siblings, but it’s like…I was born knowing him, y’know? I watched him grow up and the entire time, I was powerless. I couldn’t stop my dad from screaming at him or my mom from scolding him, but I could love him and I could forgive him. I could protect him in my silence, in my being there.”

You hope that Dabi finds some peace in your answer.

“I don’t know how to explain it other than—”

“He’s your brother,” Dabi finishes. “That makes him infallible.”

“No, but it makes all his sins venial.”

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#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya x reader #— eden loves dabi ~*~<3 #touya todoroki #dabi x reader fluff #touya x reader fluff #todoroki family values #todoroki x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #i could speak for years and years about dabi

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♡̵♥︎♡̵̵"All you wanna do...is see me turn into...a giant woman!" ♡̵♥︎♡̵̵

This is gonna be my first ever fanfic and its for hsr😭😭

Its probably gonna be ass but I need to get this out of my head actually.

No use of y/n. reader is called "You"

Only like 2 characters r mentioned by name you'll understand that later

I know little to nothing abt hsr so alot of this might just be brain worms.

Idea credit to @eternityofend they r so silly for this idea go follow them plz

You were a unique Aeon, however, thoroughly confusing all who had studied you. You weren't callous and cruel like other Aeons, in fact You took a great pride in putting your all into caring for your followers and all around you. You were utterly perfect in their eyes.

Which Is why they were so confused when it came up to researching you. Your kindness and passion towards all you deemed good was well documented but one thing was not. Your appearance. You seemed to only appear to your followers in dream-like states. To your dear acolytes, You were a complete mystery, those few who did happen to see you only recalling how utterly loved they felt. They could only vaguely describe what they believed was You with statments varying each time.

It stayed that way for a long time as the seasons passed and sightings of You dwindled. Everything seemed so bleak without You, the greenery seemed to dull, the once colorful skies seemed to darken, and it could be felt by everyone.

Especially those blessed by you, most importantly, the Trailblazer. The Trailblazer always had a unique connection to You, often hearing your velvety voice for fleeting moments or seeing visions of You in dreams.

They had grown accustomed to your presence, even if you weren't physically there. When they had come to the realization that you were pulling away from your loyal, devoted acolytes they didn't take it well.

What had they done to forsake you? Why were You abandoning your Trailblazer?!?

They had moped around for weeks, delivering offerings to your shrines spread about the planets You had forged by hand out of love for your creations.

Without your guidance they began to spiral. Getting a little too rough with enemies, not tending to their own injuries after battles, often staring off into space, they were losing it. They needed you.

It wasn't until they had finally reached their breaking point until they heard it. A giggle, that laugh that would make all their worries wash away. Their breath hitched in desperation before they the thought of you out of their mind. You couldn't be back could you?

Then they heard it again. They didn't know why but they started running. It was if their body knew where to go but their mind didn't. They didn't know why they were running, You had never appeared in physical form yet.

They ran in the direction of your voice before hastily stumbling upon You. My were You a sight for sore eyes. The Trailblazer paused as they took in every inch of You, committing every last bit of you to memory, just incase this really was psychosis. You were sat in what seemed to be some large plains as your acolytes swarmed You like small bees.

You let out a chuckle at how adorable they all looked and how much they had grown since you last saw them. They were still so small and so needy but you loved every bit of them. Your acolytes peppered You with questions, praise, and presents as You gretted them all.

Sometimes you'd even let them crawl into the palm of your hand so you could get a better look at them. The person in question currently receiving this treatment being none other than March 7th. As she stared at You with star-struck eyes You couldn't help but giggle.

You continued to play with your acolytes before seeing the Trailblazer. You beckon them over with a smile, one the Trailblazer hadnt seen in months now.

As they approached You gently set March down, as to not hurt her before turning to the Trailblazer. Sensing how tense they were You brush a gentle finger through their hair as if anything harsher could crush them. As you pet their hair they seem to melt into your touch, making you laugh at their content smile.

You weren't expecting this. You expected your acolytes to be intimidated, scared even. You were white large and you could decimate them in seconds. That didn't seem to phase them as they chattered amongst themselves about larger temples and bigger offerings.

They just had to find a fitting celebration for your return, lest you take their hesitation as ungratefulness and devoid them of your presence again.

The trailblazer seemed to be keeping you company as the others made preparations for a mighty celebration in your name. As you patted their head their breaths were shaky as they professed their unbreakable loyalty to You.

It spooked you a bit. You didn't know your dear trailblazer could be so passionate, as You had only really been around them when they needed truly needed support or answers.

You didn't stop them however, You believed they needed to get this off their chest to sooth themselves.

You turn your gaze away from the Trailblazer for a moment, still allowing them to nuzzle into your fingers as long as they avoided your sharp nails. Now that you had a physical form you should probably file them down. You didn't want to harm your acolytes did you?

Your gaze falls upon the small crowd starting to form as they stare up at You. You flash them a charming smile, melting their hearts and making their minds feel fuzzy as you do.

That doesn't stop them from glaring daggers at the Trailblazer however. Just what was so special about them that your other acolytes couldn't do?

Their little angry faces were adorable to You. You just couldn't stop yourself from 'Aww'-ing at them!

Their heart skips a beat as hear it. Did you belive they were..cute? they feel all of those sleepless nights filled with extensive research on your disappearance was worth it. You swear You heard someone in the crowd offer You their newborn.

'This will be eventful.' You think to yourself as cou continue tending to your acolytes. Your heart swelling with unbridled joy.

UH YEAH.

My first fanfic done yippiee yippiee

Can you tell i haven't got past the tutorial of hsr because my phone is ass or naw be honest☹☹☹

Might put out a part 2 if the brain worms become too much idk

Also please tell me if I did anything wrong or something is misspelled or misused just dont throw pebbles at me for it thx!!!

YALL I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS EARLIER IM GONNA RIP MY FACE OFF AUGHHG.

#honkai star rail #sahsrau #hsr fanfic #part2 is gonna be an indepth analysis on boothill butt pics/j #starr writing

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1ightsen · 5 months

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Maxie Infodump #1 - Little known character details from official media

I promised to post some of my maxie infodumps and headcannons, and I think I'll start it off with something simple. His official character bio that was hosted originally on the first release of ORAS (this will be ORAS Maxie focused)

here is a transcript for easy reading: "Maxie is the leader of Team Magma, the team seeking a world ideal for humanity. He pays attention to even the smallest of details, and is quite sensitive in some regards. He has a habit of describing situations in numerical terms. He possesses a cool-headed outlook, thinking that some sacrifices cannot be avoided if he is to achieve his goals." Okay, so first, after looking at the original japanese version of this page,

小さいことまで細かく気にする、神経質なところがあり、さまざまなことを数字を交えてあらわすのが口癖。目的を果たすためなら、犠牲が出ても仕方ないと考える冷徹な思想の持ち主でもある。 The one word in here I wanted to be sure of was 'sensitive' since it can have many meanings, and the original japanese gives us some possibilities with:

Personally I think (being) highly strung is the most likely option here, but either way its an interesting character trait. And we all know he certainly builds up frustration and tension and explodes a bit like a volcano. Even if he does manage to correct himself afterwards.

~ ANYWAYS ~

Now that we have the bio, let's break it down a little and look at some fun examples of it in action! Maxie has a habit of describing situations in numerical terms. This typically comes out more when he is nervous or stressed. Here are some examples: Ill just take ORAS as an example here since this is already getting pretty long... In ORAS after fighting him at mt chimney, he lets you know in a specific numerical way, how much he fell behind:

And then again, when you battle with him and lose in the Battle Resort where he just has to let you know the situation in numerical terms by giving you the exact lose chance according to his own calculations of course:

"So the great Maxie has fallen, even when battling alongside your team... I shall commit this curious phenomenon to memory. It had less than a 1 percent probability of occurring, you know."

this culminates in a really interesting interaction between him and courtney after the delta episode. While It's pretty clear that Maxie cares for his team and especially his admins, he definitely struggles when faced with his crying admin, and being unsure of what to say, he settles with a numerical quantifier again.

He assesses the situation, and decides to comment on how MUCH courtney is crying. His "paying attention to even the smallest details" trait also ties into this habit of his, and is probably why he jumps to conclusions a little too early because of small things he's noticed. Accusing Tabitha of wanting his spot as leader, just because he disagreed with him is one of those situations.

Pokemon Masters EX has a lot of new scenes with Maxie, and I would love to talk all day about them, but I'll just pick out one here, and that's from the "A pasio Spectacle" event. In this event, Maxie overhears team break members simply say the word 'glasses' and instantly jumps to the conclusion that not only did they want to talk to him, but that they noticed his "magnificent mega glasses" and would like to hear a lecture on how they were scientifically made.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZmmaf9bhD8&t=144s here's a link to watch it, its worth it :D He certainly picks up on small details, but tends to miss the bigger picture sometimes, which is fun because I believe archie tends to do the opposite. Perhaps his mega glasses are actually designed to reflect this, because they work like horse blinders, and keep maxie looking straight ahead (trust me, I've made a pair of these, and you cannot see someone standing to your immediate side). Looking straight ahead is also relevant to his life goal, of ensuring the bright future of humanity, and as he says: "propel humanity to greater heights of progress and evolution." And that concludes my infodump regarding this one little bio that is no longer available without the wayback machine, and I just wanted to share it with any other Maxie fans out there :D Next I think I might tackle the bigger topic of how Archie and Maxie have so many fun contrasts in personality and more. and then maaayyybe I'll feel comfortable enough sharing my headcannons and theories. But only if people want more lol, I am not good at writing big posts :>

#Maxieinfodump #magma leader maxie #team magma #maxie #pokemon #text post

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wingedcupcaketimemachine · 1 year

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Hi, can i request a headcanon for rottmnt turtles with a gn!reader who loves watching movies and play video games with them?

TMNT Boys x Gamer!GN!Reader Headcanons

Pairings: Rise!TMNT x GN!Reader

Summary: How the boys would react to a S/O who enjoys gaming and movies

Warnings: none

Type: Romantic ❤️, Fluff ☁️

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I'm working on applying to colleges right now, so I'm super behind with requests! Hope you enjoy <3

Headcanons start below cut.

Rise of the TMNT Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Rise!Raph x Reader

Raph is pretty into games

He's not as good as his younger brothers, but he takes every opportunity he can to bond with you

Due to his size, he can sometimes struggle with games since the controller is so much smaller than his hands

Though he hides it well, Raph is just as competitive as his brothers

Since he sometimes struggles with gaming, he makes sure to always team up with you during games night to make sure he's on the winning team

Raph prefers cozy games like animal crossing or stardew valley over more competitive games

One of his favorite things to do with you is vist each others islands and have animal crossing dates

Aside from gaming, watching movies is one of his favorite ways to spend time with you

Before you started dating, he would drag his brothers and April out to the living room for mandatory movie nights at least once a month

Once you start dating, the two of you have ~private~ movies nights together once a week

He’ll watch just about anything, but he can’t handle horror

His favorite movies are either action movies or Disney movies

Since the two of you can go out to normal movie theaters, the two of you sneak out and watch drive-in movies from the rooftops of New York

Rise!Donnie x Reader

Donnie is very into video games

If you've seen the purple game, you know how competitive Donnie can get

If you're as good as him, he'll be very excited to have a worthy challenger

His brothers can never keep up with him, so the two of you will spend days locked up in his lab playing video games until Raph breaks down the door and makes you sleep

Even if you’re not as good as Donnie, he still won’t go easy on you

He may love you, but he loves winning even more

Like Raph, Donnie always teams up with you during games night

Not that he can't hold his own, but he enjoys the bragging rights when the two of you absolutely demolish his brothers in super smash bros

Even though he'd much prefer to play video games, Donnie will still watch movies when you ask

Even though he agrees to watch movies with you, you won't always enjoy it

Donnie has the tendency to talk during movies

A LOT

Don't expect to actually hear what's going on in the movie

Donnie will spend the entire movie pointing out scientific inaccuracies and spoiling the plot, especially if it’s a sci-fi movie

Donnie is very theatre kid coded, so I think he would really enjoy musicals

RIse!Leo x Reader

Leo LOVES gaming

He's not as good as Donnie or Mikey, but he's just as competitive

In addition to be super competitive, Leo's also a very sore loser

He's the type of person to turn off the tv right before someone beats him in Mario Kart

Leo would team up with you during game nights to leech off of you and take all of the credit

He also really enjoys watching movies with you, especially if you’re into sci-fi

Instead of staying cooped up in the lair, he usually just portals you into the back of regular movie theaters where you won’t be seen

Leo also tends to talk during movies

He doesn’t spoil the plot like Donnie, but he’ll ask you questions about the movie that you also don’t know the answer to

He’ll spend the whole movie asking you who certain characters are and why they do certain things, which you also don’t know because you haven’t seen the movie

He also really enjoys movie marathons, so be prepared to spend a week straight watching the entire Jupiter Jim franchise

Rise!Mikey x Reader

Mikey is the second best gamer in the family after Donnie, but he’s not quite as competitive

Besides Raph, Mikey is the most likely to go easy on you and let you win

Even though he’ll go easy on you, the same cannot be said for his brothers

During game night he’ll make sure to pair up with you and give you some of the credit when the two of you beat his brothers

Mikey is a really big movie lover, so watching movies with you is one of his favorite things

He’ll watch any movie you want, but prefers not to watch horror

His favorite type of movie is definitely Disney movies

His brothers are always hovering when the two of you hang out at the lair, so he prefers sneaking over to your house and watching movies in a blanket fort in your room

#tmnt x reader #rise leo x reader #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt hc #rise tmnt x reader #rise tmnt #rise donnie #rise leo #rise raph x reader #rise raph #rise mikey #rise mikey x reader #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2k18 x reader #tmnt 2018 x reader #tmnt 2k18

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kueble · 9 months

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I Just Need You By My Side, Cause I'm Warmer in the Winter With You

Another very self-indulgent Christmas fic.

Teen. Warnings: Mentions of torture. 5,600 words.

Ghost/Soap

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“Shouldn’t you be packing up?” Ghost asks him from where he leans against his doorway. Soap shrugs and sets down the pencil in his hand. He’s been sketching for about an hour now, trying to wind down at the end of a hectic day. Everyone on base is giddy at the thought of going home for the holidays, and the energy is almost overwhelming..

“Sorry, but you’ll have to get used to my ugly mug around here. I know you’re one of the only ones here most Christmases, but I don’t have anywhere else to be this year,” he explains, hoping years of interrogation techniques pay off and Ghost doesn’t call him on the lie. Though it’s partially true, since there’s nowhere he’d rather be then in the barracks with him.

“Don’t you usually have a big family celebration? Remember you rambling about nieces and nephews and being forced into midnight mass by your mother,” Ghost asks, eyes narrowing behind the black balaclava he’s chosen to wear today.

“Glad to know you actually listen to me when I shoot my mouth off,” he laughs out.

“Never miss a word, Johnny,” Ghost tells him evenly.

“So any other year, yeah I'd be home, but things are out of sorts this year with my sisters traveling to their husband’s families, and me Ma and Pa planned a little trip of their own,” he says. Sure, the little trip was right down the road to his brother’s house where everyone would be gathered like every other year, but no need for Ghost to know that.

Last year it was excruciating to leave Ghost on the tarmac, saying goodbyes as everyone else went home to their families. He doesn’t know much, but it’s clear Ghost no longer has anyone waiting for him back at home. They’d all joked about him haunting the base, probably maskless with the skeleton crew left behind and any other puns they could come up with. Still, there was a bleakness in Ghost’s eyes that he never wanted to see again.

Thankfully he’s never been able to hide his feelings from his parents, especially his mother, and she didn’t even bat an eye when he told her his plans. She’d said something cheesy about the magic of the season bringing them closer together, which he’d quickly scoffed off. He wasn’t doing this with any ulterior motives in place. It was a simple fact that his best friend shouldn’t be alone over the long holiday break they were lucky enough to get two years in a row.

If he happens to be completely ass over tits in love with him, he’s smart enough to keep it to himself.

“Guess it could be nice to have some company, even yours,” Ghost teases with a snort. Soap rolls his eyes, but he’s smirking still.

“Do you cook anything for it or rely on the mess hall for Christmas dinner?” he asks, already planning how to make things nicer for him. They may be stuck on a mostly empty base, but there’s no reason why he can’t make it as comfortable as possible.

“Sometimes I make a pot of soup for the week, but nothing special for the day itself. Tend to keep to myself,” he says softly. And that just won’t do.

“Happy to help sample anything you cook, but since I burn water, I’ll order us something nice from town. It shouldn’t be too late for a small catering order. You like lasagna?” he asks, already thinking of the perfect little Italian place near here.

“Wouldn’t say no to it, but there’s no need to get fancy over me,” Ghost mumbles. It only makes Soap more determined to bring a little Christmas magic into his life this year.

“I’ll take care of dinner and you just bring the good company,” he says to settle it. He’ll place an order first thing in the morning, already planning to buy way more food than they need. Ghost deserves to be spoiled, and leftovers are a rare commodity around here.

“Not sure I’ll contribute much in that regard, but yeah, I can show up,” he agrees.

“No one else I’d rather spend the day with. Honestly,” Soap admits, but Ghost just huffs at him.

“Piss off, Johnny,” he says with a laugh. Before he can figure out a response, the man is already gone. It may just be the hardest thing he’s ever done, but he’s damned sure going to make sure Ghost knows how much Soap likes being around him, especially now. Likes, not loves, because he has a feeling that’s something he’ll take to his grave. Being around him will just have to do for now.

—

The poster fell off the wall for the three thousandth time, and Soap barely managed to keep himself in check. Price would have his head if he blew up the base, but it’s getting more and more likely. It’s a stupid thing, really, just a fake Christmas tree by a fireplace, but he bought it to cheer up their rec room. He grumbles under his breath, reciting every swear he knows and probably inventing some new ones along the way.

“Problems, Sergeant?” Ghost asks from his spot on the couch. There’s a hint of laughter on the edges of his voice, and Soap spins around to glare at him.

“There is in fact,” he spits out before taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down. No use in pissing off the man he’s trying to decorate for. “These walls are apparently covered in fifty some years of filth, and I can’t get the damn tape to stick. Seriously, it’s like teflon and I’m actually afraid to think about what could be coating this wall right now.”

“This that important to you?” Ghost asks, head tilted like he’s studying him.

“Aye,” Soap sighs out. “Just wanted to brighten up the room a bit. We can’t have a real tree, and I’ve been banned from open flames on base, but I thought this stupid fucking poster might work. Wanna sneak off base and burn it with me? Might raise my spirits.”

“How about I fix it instead,” Ghost says, standing up to stomp over to the wall.

“You’re more than welcome to try, but not even sure duct tape will hold the damn thing at this point,” he says, scowling at the wall. Seriously, he was going to beg Price to get the room deep cleaned as soon as he was back on base. Can’t be safe.

Ghost shrugs before bumping him out of the way with his hip. He holds the poster with one hand and reaches into the back of his jeans with the other. The knife he pulls out is on the small side, but it does the job when he stabs it through the poster and into the wall. Nodding proudly, he slides another knife out of his sleeve and buries it in the other top corner. The final blade is tucked in his boot, and he takes a few steps back before flinging it at the wall.

It lands perfectly in the bottom center of the poster, and Soap chubs up in his sweats at the display of skill.

“Guess that works, too,” he murmurs, actively avoiding Ghost’s gaze. No need to show off how fucking gone on him he is, and he knows there’s hearts in his eyes right now. He’s bound to be suspicious just based on how desperate Soap is to make things perfect, to give him a better Christmas than year past, and he should try better to keep his feelings hidden. Not looking to get his heart broken over the holidays.

“Anything for you, Johnny,” Ghost tells him as he strides back to the couch and picks up his book again. Soap can feel his cheeks heating up and blurts out some half-assed excuse before making a tactful retreat.

—

He debates waiting until morning, but Soap is too curious about the package in his hands to wait that long. His box of gifts from his family arrived today, but he didn’t bother unpacking it until after dinner. Everything was neatly labeled - or scribbled by his nieces and nephews - with his name except for one.

To Ghost, From Ma MacTavish. Open Immediately.

Not one to disobey his mother, Soap raps on Ghost’s door and hopes this isn’t something too embarrassing. Lord knows his entire family is annoying enough already over his little crush, and he doesn’t need his mother stepping in to help him. There’s a rustling from behind the door before it’s swung open by a brooding Ghost. Anyone else might not see how moody he is, but Soap can tell just by studying his eyes.

“What do ya need?” he asks, voice cracking from disuse.

“Got a special delivery for you and instructions for you to open it right away,” Soap informs him, holding up the package like the peace offering that it is. Ghost eyes it suspiciously but steps aside and lets him into the room. While he’d love a chance to look around, Soap keeps his focus on Ghost out of respect for his privacy. He knows just letting him into the room was a big step for the other man.

“Your mum sent this?” Ghost asks as he takes the parcel from him. Soap nods and smiles warmly as Ghost’s eyes widen. “Better not keep her waiting then,” Ghost mutters before sitting on the edge of his bed. The package looks huge, even in his large hands, and Soap really wonders what it could be.

He tears the paper at the seams, carefully working a finger down the edge of it. It’s gentle in a way that hints of Christmases past and perhaps being yelled at to keep the wrapping for next year. Soap’s grandma used to do that and iron out each crease to save money.

When Ghost finally removes the paper, soap breathes a sigh of relief at seeing the present isn’t anything to worry about. Trust his mother to try and take care of someone she’s never met. Ghost holds up the blanket, blinking slowly at it. Soap supposes he isn’t used to getting many gifts, especially not something handmade. The blanket itself is a mix of blank and white granny squares, no doubt crocheted with love by his mother. Everyone in their house has at least one of these piled at the foot of their bed, and his heart warms at the thought of Ghost having one on his.

“She made it?” he asks in a whisper, and Soap wants to cry about it. There’s no reason a gift should put him in such a state of awe, and he vows right then and there to spoil him as much as he’s allowed to under the guise of friendship.

“You’re looking at a Ma MacTavish special right there. Everyone in the family has one, and it looks like she thinks highly of you,” he confirms.

“Never even met me.”

“Well, I suppose I’ve entertained her with a tale of two of the man who saved my life so many times. Besides, how else do you think she’d know the perfect color scheme for an emo bastard like yourself,” He says in an attempt to lighten the mood. The corners of Ghost’s eyes crinkle up, and he knows there’s a smile beneath the mask.

“You’ll have to thank her for me. No, wait! I’ll get a thank you note together for the next time you send mail home. That alright?” he asks almost timidly, which isn’t an emotion Soap’s sure he’s ever shown before.

“She’ll love that. Sorry to barge in on you so late at night, but I’m glad I did. Should probably be heading to bed, though,” Johnny says with a pout. Dreams of being asked to stay, to tuck himself against Ghost under that very blanket flash through his mind and he has to get out of here quickly before he shows his hand.

“Me too. Night, Johnny,” Ghost says, and he understands it for the dismissal that it is. The last thing he sees as he ducks out the door is Ghost spreading the blanket across the top of his bed and smoothing it out. He’ll have to send his mother a thank you note as well.

—

There is absolutely no reason for them to be in Soap’s room instead of the rec room, but he wasn’t about to say no when Ghost suggested it. Currently they are sitting on his bed - which is way too small for two grown ass men - with their backs against the wall and his laptop propped on top of their thighs. Ghost is a constant warm presence at his side, and he’s pretty sure he would be completely lost if he hadn’t seen this movie so many times.

They each have a glass of their preferred poison in hand, and Ghost has his mask tucked up over his nose while he purses his lips at the screen in front of them. He is so fucking stunning with the light from the laptop highlighting the planes of his face, and Soap would be weak in the knees were he standing. Not that Soap is abusing his trust just to watch him more than the movie. Absolutely not. Still, the sight of Simon’s sharp jawline is a rare one and he can’t seem to stop staring. He longs to scrap his teeth over the scar that curves around it and has to hold himself back from scooting even closer to him.

“I don’t get it,” Ghost says, breaking him out of his dangerous thoughts.

“How so?” he asks, eyes already turned back to the screen to see what part of the movie they’ve reached. Nearly done at this point, but the silly plot has been a fun distraction. They don’t often get downtime, time totally free of responsibilities, and he hopes he can go without this once everything is back to normal.

“This just seems so improbable. His family forgot to bring him to the airport and they don’t have a single family friend they can call in the meantime? The police are actively searching for these two assholes and yet a child is the only one who manages to take them down? Gotta admit some of these traps are pretty awesome, though,” Ghost rambles out.

“One, I can’t believe you’ve made it this far in life without watching this. Two, this film is a masterpiece because it makes you suspend reality. Three, I’m pretty sure this is why I ended up in demolitions anyway. Do you know how many things I blew up after seeing this? I thought my Pa was going to murder me just as an example for my brothers and sisters. One time I rigged a frying pan to hit my brother in the face and it broke his fucking nose,” Soap says, unable to hold in his laughter. “Pretty sure he was about to pack me off and make me Nan deal with me, but my Ma couldn’t let her baby go.”

“You’re a real piece of work, Johnny,” Ghost tells him softly. He brings his glass up to his mouth, and Soap watches him swallow slowly, desperately trying to remind himself how they’re friends and nothing more. “Glad it brought you to me, though.”

“Yeah,” he breathes out, heart pounding in his chest.

But then they fall into an easy silence, and he’s forced to turn back to the movie. They both finish their drinks as the plot winds down, and he’s about to offer another when Ghost grabs his wrist to stop him from standing up. He looks down, worried that he’s overstepped somehow, and the tightness in Ghost’s clenched jaw startles him.

“We’ve had a good week, yeah?” Ghost asks quietly.

“Loved every second of it,” Soap blurts out before he can stop himself.

“Might not love this so much,” Ghost says with a sigh. “I’ve…I’ve never been this close with anyone, barely even shared this with Price, but I’d like to give you some sort of explanation for why I keep to myself at Christmas. If you’ll listen, that is.”

“Ghost, I will always be here, no matter what you want to tell me. Thank you for trusting me so much, but are you sure you want to do this while we’re drinking?” he has to ask, needs to be sure his friend won’t regret this come morning.

“You think I just keep bourbon and scotch on hand? That’s kinda the reason why I brought it with me. I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while now, but I needed a little courage to do it. Just, just don’t say anything until I’m done, ok? If you do I might not be able to finish,” he warns him, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Sensing how important this is, Soap sets both their glasses on his bedside table and closes the laptop. His desk lamp is on, so they’re not totally in the dark. He knows rumors of Ghost’s past, has heard a bunch of shit about his time in captivity, but every scrap of information is dear to him. He longs to know the man beside him better than he knows himself. He leans back against the wall and angles his body towards Ghost before saying, “Course. I got you.”

“When I was little, the only person I cared about was my mum. She kept me safe, kept my dad and brother away from me the best she could. I know now that my brother was only doing what he could to avoid my dad’s rage, but it still hurt back then. I won’t lie, I had a real shitty childhood and ran into the service as soon as I could. After that, things started improving. I came back home, kicked my sorry excuse for a father out of the house, and got my brother off of drugs. Hell, I stood beside him as he married the love of his life, and I wouldn’t give that up for anything, but the memories threaten to crush me sometimes.”

He trails off and palms the back of his head, chewing at his lower lip. Soap stays silent, unwilling to break his promise even though Ghost looked on the verge of falling apart. They sit there for a long moment while he regroups and continues his story. Soap longs to reach out, to offer some sort of physical comfort, but he knows better than to act on it. Simon doesn’t enjoy being touched on a good day, and he’d absolutely hate it while letting himself be this vulnerable.

“Things were going well until I got betrayed and snagged by Roba. Fuck, Johnny,” he breaks off, swallowing thickly before pressing his fingers to his mouth. “It was bad. I won’t go into details, but you can only be tortured for so long before you start to doubt yourself, start to go mad instead of trying to fight it. I have no fucking clue how I managed to survive after being left for dead, but I eventually made it back home.”

Ghost shifts his legs, twitching as he picks at the fabric of his sweats. He takes a few deep breaths and stares ahead at the wall, shoulders tense as he continues. “They died on Christmas, and it was all my fault. Roba still had his hooks in me, and couldn't let me go since I escaped with my life. One more betrayal led me back to my mum’s house that only hours before had been full of celebration and Christmas cheer. When I got there, the whole house was up in flames. The fire was so hot, but I had to save them. Only it was too late, because they were lying dead near the doorway. They even put a bullet through the forehead of my nephew. He was so small, so fragile, and I couldn’t even save him.”

He falls quiet, and it seems like he’s finished. Soap knew it was bad, but wasn’t expecting something so tragic. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he just lays a hand on Ghost’s shoulder and squeeze it gently, deciding to risk the touch at this point. It seems to shatter something inside of him and he slumps over to lean on Soap’s shoulder.

“The men involved?” he asks quietly.

“Killed them all. Didn’t bring back my family, though. So yeah, Christmas fucking sucks, but at least I’m not alone this year. Didn’t know it would be easier with you here, but you always manage to help me stay calm. Should have expected it,” he says. His voice is tinged with exhaustion, and Soap knows he’s worn himself out.

“Thank you for trusting me with this. I, it’s, well it’s fucked up that you had to experience that. I know nothing I say can help make it much better, and I’m honestly not sure how you managed to get through it, but I’m grateful you did. I can’t imagine being here without you,” Soap says after a long moment. He knew Ghost has a shitty past, had heard about him digging himself out of his own grave, but this is a whole new level of horrible. If it happened to him, he can’t say he would still be here to talk about it.

“Price helped a lot. Pushed me through it and then kept me around,” Ghost says, turning to stare at the wall. Soap isn’t sure what he can offer at this point, but he has the feeling Ghost might not want to be alone after unloading all of this.

“Stay with me?” he asks, watching as Ghost’s shoulders rise up. He still isn’t looking at him, so he keeps talking. “I mean, you don’t have to, but I can’t imagine wanting to be by myself after such an intense conversation. Would feel bad if I let you go back to your room, really.”

“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually sleep with the mask on,” Ghost says with a chuckle. And ok, he can work with that.

“So let me freshen up and get myself ready for bed. You can go after me, and I’ll just sleep on my side. I can keep my eyes shut, give you your privacy,” he suggests. Ghost finally turns to look at him, and there’s a telltale hint of red around his eyes. If Soap was still religious, he’d offer up a prayer that the other man agrees. He clearly needs comforting tonight.

“Yeah, ok,” Ghost mumbles. “Gonna change into my sleep stuff, though. I’ll get ready in my room and be back in a few.”

He practically leaps out of the bed, and Soap hopes he holds true to his word. He goes through his nightly routine on autopilot, not even aware of it until he’s crawling into his bed. He leaves the side of the covers up and turns onto his side to face the wall. It’s only just catching up to him that he invited Ghost into his bed, but tonight isn’t about him. He’d be offering the same closeness to Gaz if he shared something as horrific as Ghost just did.

If anything, this only proves how amazingly strong Ghost is. He had to reinvent himself twice, the second time with no one to support him. They’ve all seen and done some really horrendous things in the name of queen and country, but he can’t fathom coming home to find the burning bodies of his family at his feet.

He’s yanked out of his spiraling thoughts by the sound of the door opening and shutting. The clunk of Ghost setting down his boots seems impossibly loud in the silence, and he holds his breath waiting for Ghost to come to bed. He hears the muffled sound of Ghost removing his mask and setting it on the bedside table and fights the urge to turn around and look at his gorgeous face. He’s here as a friend tonight, and his feelings don’t matter right now.

The bed dips behind him, and the covers shift as Ghost settles in behind him. There’s an awkward few seconds where they both shuffle around trying to figure out how two large men can fit in such a small bed, but then Ghost sighs and rolls onto his side to frame Soap from behind. He slings an arm across Soap’s hips and presses his nose against the nape of Soap’s neck. The last thing he hears as he drifts off is a soft, “Thank you, Johnny.”

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Unsurprisingly, Ghost is gone when he wakes up. The bed is still warm, though, so he knows he spent the whole night. He wishes he could have woken him up with a Merry Christmas, but understands his need for time to himself. Chris, last night had been a lot. Hopefully he can still provide a little holiday cheer tonight, but even if they eat in silence he’ll have a great time. Every second spent at Ghost’s side is a better gift than anything he could ever fine underneath the tree.

He spends the morning in the gym, working out his frustrations. Life wasn’t fair, but it has been exceedingly rotten towards Ghost. He knows there isn’t anything he can do to change his past, but he’ll damn sure be here for his future. It feels like they crossed a line last night, but he’s not sure which one. Nothing romantic happened, but he feels closer to Ghost than anyone before. He’s willing to bet Ghost hasn’t opened up this much to many people, probably just Price, and he’s ashamed at how giddy that makes him feel.

They might not ever be together, but they’ll always be solid.

After lunch and a long, self-indulgent shower it’s easy to keep himself busy by running through last minute preparations. They hadn’t said anything about exchanging gifts, but Soap kept finding the perfect things for him.He knows Ghost will love the aged bourbon, even though it hurt his Scottish heart to buy it. There’s also a new knife that came highly recommended by their armorer and a deck of cards with holographic skulls on them. Wrapping was never his strong suit, but he managed to slap some paper onto his gifts. Sure, it looked like they were wrapped by a small child, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

He just finishes heating up the catering he picked up the day before and is about to text Ghost to hurry up and join him when his phone goes off. It’s an incoming FaceTime from his mother, and he decides there’s plenty of time to take it before Ghost swings by. He’s been missing his family all day, but they promised to call at some point.

“Ma! Happy Christmas!” he shouts, laughing as his entire family tries to crowd into the camera view.

“You’ll each get a turn, back off,” his mother says, already throwing elbows at his siblings and their kids. His dad stands next to her, silent as always but with a huge smile on his face. He lifts his glass in cheers, and Johnny waves back in response.

“We’re about to eat dinner, but It’s good to see you all. Make sure everyone gets hugs from me, even though I’m not with you this year. And pass out my presents! Make sure the kids know how much Uncle John spoils them. I want photographic evidence!” he says, laughing as one of his nieces tries to jump into the view again. His dad picks her up and wanders off, no doubt about to bribe her into behaving with cookies.

“I hope staying away is worth it,” his mother says, but she doesn’t look mad, just nosy. She’s been on him for months to bring his boy home, no matter how much he tells her they aren’t dating. Ghost is one hundred percent his boy, though, even if he hasn’t realized it yet.

“It’s worth every second away from you all,” he answers honestly, “I’ll be home as soon as we get more downtime, but you know why I have to be here. Thanks for understanding.”

“Anything for my baby,” his mom says, snorting when he scowls at her.

“You ever going to stop calling me that?” he asks, knowing full well she never will. He isn’t mad, not really, just likes to give her grief about it.

“If you didn’t want to be my baby, you’d have been born higher up the chain,” she tells him with a smirk.

“We can argue about it later. Let me get dinner on the table and then we’ll chat again later, yeah? We can pass around the phone so all the kids can show me everything they got,” he suggests, and his mom nods in response.

“Go feed your boy,” she tells him and ends the call before he can quip back at her.

“Not my boy,” he mumbles to the empty room.

But then someone clears their throat from behind him, and his heart sinks into his chest. Fuck. He spins around with a fake smile on his face to find Ghost standing there with his arms crossed.

“I’m assuming you heard all of that?” he asks with a grimace.

“You lied about your family not being together,” Ghost says, though he knows it’s a question.

“Aye, I did. And I don’t feel bad about it. I couldn’t leave you here alone again. Like it or not, I’m here for you,” he says with a sharp nod. He’s already gearing for a fight, ready to be stubborn as hell about it, but what Ghost says next throws him off his game.

“Because I’m your boy,” he asks, and Johnny can hear the fucking smirk in his voice. He has a plain balaclava on today, which is as dressed down as Ghost seems to get.

“Don’t suppose you’d be willing to let that one go? We can forget about it,” he offers quietly. Because who is he to keep dreaming, right? He’s been dropping hints for at least a year now, and Ghost hasn’t taken the bait. He teeter-totters between thinking the man returns his feelings to thinking he barely tolerates him. Regardless, he meant what he said and he’ll be standing by his side as long as Ghost lets him.

“And if I don’t want to forget it? What if I wanted to be your boy? Though I’d prefer man, if we’re being honest here,” Ghost says, and he freezes while his brain catches up.

“You fucking with me?” he asks, just because he needs to know, needs to be sure before he makes a fool of himself. Well, more of a fool than he already has.

“No, but we could fool around later if dinner goes well,” Ghost tells him, laughing as he reaches up and pulls the mask off. He tosses it onto the table, barely missing the salad bowl.

And fuck, he’s a bonnie lad. Soap can’t even speak, just stands there staring at him, eyes trailing over every exposed inch of his face, committing it to memory in case this is the last time he sees it for a while. “You’re stunning,” he whispers in awe. Then he has the pleasure of watching Ghost’s face darken, the apples of his cheeks turning pink and making the freckles dotting them stand out even more.

“Shut up,” he murmurs before stepping closer. “But yeah, I’m all in if you want this too. Want me. I’m sick of wasting time. Maybe next year we can be with your family instead of me keeping you stuck on base.”

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life,” he says truthfully. “And I’d rather be stuck here every single year if you prefer it. But you heard my Ma. She wants you home with me.”

“Let’s make sure we make it to next Christmas, then,” he jokes, but there’s a hint of worry in his tone.

“Never letting go of you now,” Soap warns him with a laugh. Ghost chuckles and moves in so close the toes of their boots touch.

“Hard to let go if you haven’t even touched me yet,” he points out. And fuck if his smirk isn’t as lovely as Soap had imagined. It’s crooked, a scar bisecting the left side, but it’s perfect to him.

“Better fix that. Can I kiss you, Ghost?” he asks softly.

“Simon. Call me Simon when we’re alone,” he says breathily, and Soap knows how out of his comfort zone he is right now.

“Simon, can I kiss you? Please?” he asks and Simon just nods at him.

And so he does. He cups Simon’s cheeks, brushing a thumb across the constellation of freckles there, and leans in to press their mouths together. It seems almost anticlimactic after all their flirting, but the feel of Simon’s chapped lips against his is one of the best things he’s ever experienced. He can almost feel the tension leave both their bodies as they melt into each other. He keeps things light, pulls back before thinking better and darting back for another quick kiss.

Kissing Simon isn’t a burst of fireworks, but it’s like coming home which is even more perfect.

“Would now be a good time to tell you I’m really fucking in love with you?” he asks teasingly.

“Only if I can say the same,” Simon says, chuckling as he palms the back of Johnny’s head and drags him into another kiss.

And if they stand there kissing in the middle of the rundown rec room, lost in each other long after their dinner has gone cold, it’s no one's business but their own.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #my fic

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9-deadly-rings-series · 4 months

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If you’re still planning to take requests;

Saint Peter x Reader fluff fic/headcanons? I don’t have any specific plot or anything in mind but for their type of relationship, think like “he didn’t ask for pickles” type thing. Where basically reader is the more domineering one in the relationship.

A/N: First Ask Yey! Sorry it took so long 😅

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Saint Peter x Reader

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Headcanons

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Saint Peter is one of those boys who tends to always keep everything organised and clean and uses this as a way spend there time on a daily basis

My Boy LOVES Lego's especially if it's one of those big kind of structures like building a flower pot and a flower kind of Lego which is why you always but him those expensive and big ones and he will just LOVE you for it

He gets flustered easily whenever you hold him or just hold his hand, My Boy is still getting used to it and it always makes you giggle at the sight

His an Introvert so whenever his order or food is wrong he just fixes himself but not you so you went up to the counter and death Glared the poor cashier and said

"He ASKED for no PICKLES so why the FUCK are there Pickles in his Burger!?"

Saint Peter: Sunshine i-it's okay you don't have to-

You have proceed to threaten the cashier until finally they got his order right

Saint Peter: Thank you but please...Never again

He is small Spoon

He loves it whenever you brush his hair or just get him ready for work which always makes him so giddy

When it comes to fight or flight he goes and went trying to stop you from fighting

"Let me go Peter! And let me at em!"

Saint Peter: JUST LET IT GO SUNSHINE! JUST LET IT GO!

He shouted trying not to get you in hell for having a fight with another angel when they started to insult him and his job

He loves his job! Whenever he meet a new Angel he tends to always let them meet you since they're really proud of having you as his partner

At times at night when you and him cuddled in you guys bed or sofa sometimes you both sing or just hum the night away and enjoy you guys peaceful bubble

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #saint peter x reader #hazbin hotel saint peter x reader

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caterina-celestia · 5 days

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Unfamiliar Feelings

Pairing: Dmitry x Lane.

Content Warning (18+): This work contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content. It is intended for adult audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. By proceeding, you confirm that you are 18 years of age or older.

Summary: A restless night at the abandoned station turns into a passionate one as a worried Lane finds herself in Dmitry's room in the middle of the night, tending to his wounds.

Sometimes, silence and the quietness of the night are a blessing. After a long, noisy, and busy day, it feels like you've been running at full speed, waiting eagerly to reach the finish line. You welcome the calm with open arms, surrendering to it, allowing it to carry you away from the problems of this corrupted world, if only for a few hours.

But sometimes, that same calm and quiet become your worst nightmare. You'd rather be surrounded by crowds and noise than alone inside your own head. Alone with your thoughts—the thoughts which never shut up. The harder you try to silence them, the worse they become. It feels like your mind has become a prison, and you're trapped inside it. There’s no prison worse than your own mind, no one knows better how to torture you more than yourself. After all, your mind knows your deepest fears and weaknesses. It’s where your demons hide.

The quietness of the night was never easy on me. My nights at the base usually ended with my pillow soaked wet in tears, memories of home leaving me painfully homesick. I never thought I'd miss home. My childhood wasn't easy at home but my days at the base taught me that there are always worse days.

And I was right. Because this night beats every single night spent at the base. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so many emotions at once. It’s overwhelming, and I feel like I can’t breathe. Ever since I regained some of my memories and emotions, I’ve been struggling to control them. It’s like my feelings have intensified, and I don’t know how to deal with them anymore. Especially after being numb for so long. The numbness and emptiness weren’t easy, but it was certainly easier to deal with than this.

When did I start caring so much about losing someone? When did I start worrying about someone else not being able to fall sleep? When did I start worrying about him? Why am I thinking about him at four am in the early morning? Why am I so afraid of losing him? When did I get attached?

Was it when he gave up his last breath to save me under the icy water? Or was it when we were stranded in that lost base, relying on each other to survive? Or was it when he threw himself between me and the infected, taking the bite to protect me?

I don’t know when it happened. But what I do know is that I’m awake again tonight, completely deprived of sleep because I’m terrified of waking up to my worst nightmare—staring into monstrous, empty eyes instead of his icy blue ones. The thought chills me to the bone. And suddenly, I feel so cold.

Your hand is cold, I hear his voice inside my head.

Anna and Kira slept soundly beside me, their breathing steady and rhythmic. I envied their peace, their ability to find solace even in this twisted world. I hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in days, and the exhaustion was starting to creep into my bones, making my limbs heavy and my mind foggy. But I couldn’t let myself rest, not fully. Not when the fear was so palpable, so close.

Then I heard it—a soft, almost imperceptible sound coming from the room down the hall. My body tensed, my senses sharpening. It wasn’t loud enough to wake Anna or Kira, but it was enough to rouse me from my restless thoughts. Slowly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound. I crept to the door, my heart pounding in my chest, and peeked into the dark hallway.

The sound came again, a low grunt, followed by a faint rustling. Something wasn’t right. My first thought was that something happened to Dmitry, and without hesitating, I moved toward the source, my bare feet padding silently across the cold floor.

I reached the room where Dmitry had been staying since his recovery began. The door was slightly ajar, and as I approached, I hesitated. What if it wasn’t safe? What if something had gone wrong with Dmitry’s recovery? The thought made my heart skip a beat, but I pushed it aside. Dmitry was strong, stronger than anyone I knew. He wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Taking a deep breath, I gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.

My eyes found him immediately. Dmitry stood by the bed, his back to me. He was shirtless, his broad, scarred shoulders and back illuminated by the candlelight as he fumbled with something in his hands. As my gaze traveled down, I noticed the gauze wrapped around his arms and torso, stained with dark, dried blood.

I gasped softly, the sound slipping out before I could stop it. Dmitry’s head snapped up, and he turned to face me, his expression a mix of surprise and something unreadable. I immediately averted my eyes, feeling heat rush to my cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I—” I stammered, stepping back toward the door. “I didn’t mean to intrude…”

“Lane” Dmitry said, his voice low and calm, but I could hear the tension beneath it. “It's alright.”.

I paused, my hand on the doorframe, my heart racing. But then I remembered the blood, and concern overrode my embarrassment. I turned back to face him, my eyes darting to the gauze. “You’re bleeding,” I said, my voice soft but filled with worry. “Are you… okay?”

Dmitry looked down at himself, then back at me, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I’m fine,” he said, though the weariness in his voice suggested otherwise. “Just need to change the gauze. Usually, Anna helps, but she hasn’t been sleeping well because of me, so…” He shrugged as if it were no big deal, but I could see the strain in his movements, the exhaustion that mirrored my own.

“I can help,” I offered quickly, stepping further into the room. My voice was steady, but inside, I was anything but. The idea of touching him, of being so close, sent my heart into a wild, erratic rhythm, but I couldn’t ignore the need to help him. “If you want,” I added, my tone softer, more tentative.

Dmitry looked at me for a long moment, his dark eyes searching mine as if trying to gauge something. Finally, he nodded. “Alright” he said quietly, turning his back to me again.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my nerves as I approached him. I picked up the fresh gauze from the table, my fingers trembling slightly. As I reached out to unwind the old bandages, my eyes were drawn to the scars that marred his back—deep, ragged lines that told stories I didn’t want to imagine. I hesitated, my fingers hovering just above his skin, afraid of causing him pain.

But Dmitry didn’t flinch or pull away. “They don’t hurt,” he said, his voice soft but firm, as if he could read my thoughts. “Not anymore.”

My breath caught in my throat as I carefully touched the scars, my fingers barely brushing against his skin. The contact was light, almost reverent, as if I was afraid of breaking something fragile. But I didn’t pull away. Instead, I began to gently unwrap the old gauze, my movements slow and deliberate.

As I worked, Dmitry remained silent, his breathing steady but deep, almost as if he were holding back something. The room felt charged, every slight movement, every brush of fingers against skin, seemed to echo in the silence between us. His piercing blue eyes watching me closely whenever I found myself infront of him, causing my fingers to shake, making me feel even more nervous.

When the old bandages were finally removed, I couldn’t help but pause, my gaze tracing the fresh wounds beneath. They weren’t as bad as I’d feared, but they were still raw, a stark reminder of how close I’d come to losing him.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and reached for the new gauze. As I began to wrap it around his torso, my fingers brushed against his skin again, and this time, I didn’t pull away as quickly. Dmitry’s body was warm beneath my touch, his muscles tense but unyielding. There was a quiet strength in him, even now, and it made my heart ache.

I found myself focusing on the rhythm of my movements, the methodical wrapping of the gauze, anything to keep my mind from spiraling. But it was impossible to ignore the intimacy of the moment, the way my fingers seemed to memorize the feel of him—each scar, each line of muscle beneath his skin.

Finally, when the gauze was secure, I allowed my hands to linger for just a moment longer, my fingers lightly tracing one of the scars on his back. The gesture was almost instinctual, an unconscious need to soothe, to comfort. But as soon as I realized what I was doing, I froze, my heart hammering in my chest.

Dmitry stiffens, and I freeze. I’ve crossed a line. But then, he turns to face me. His eyes, usually so guarded, are dark now, unreadable. I try to step back, but I bump into the closet behind me. Before I can lose my balance, his arm snakes around my waist, catching me.

The world stills. His grip tightens, pulling me closer, pressing me against the warmth of his chest. My breath catches as our eyes lock. The air between us is charged, pulsing with a tension that has been building for so long. Too long.

His smoldering eyes drop to my lips “Lane,” he whispers, his voice hoarse, rough with restraint.

My pulse races, my heart pounding as I lean in, drawn to him like gravity. His gaze darkens, and for a second, time seems to stop.

Then, as if we’ve both reached our breaking point, we collide.

His lips crash against mine with a force that sends sparks through me. The kiss is hungry, desperate, fueled by everything we’ve been holding back. His hand sliding up my back, pulling me impossibly closer. My hands tangle in his hair, gripping tightly, as if letting go would mean losing him forever.

Dmitry growls low in his throat, deepening the kiss, his lips moving with an urgency that sends my mind spinning. I can feel the raw intensity in every touch, the unspoken emotions finally breaking free, pouring into the space between us. It’s a kiss filled with all the things we haven’t said—all the fear, the need, the longing.

I lose myself in it, in him, as his hands roam my body, as if trying to memorize every curve, every inch. His mouth leaves mine, trailing down my jaw, my neck, hot and breathless. He groans taking in my scent, before returning to claim my lips again.

His commanding possessive hands and body push me backwards as his kisses intensify, he slams me against the closet, causing a loud creak to echo throughout the whole building. We abruptly stop and stare into each other's eyes breathless as the realization of what just happened weighs in.

I swallow hard as I stare into his dark, hungry and feral eyes pining me against the closet with their intensity. And I suddenly feel like a prey trapped between his large muscular arms. The warmth of his skin and the smell of his scent making me dizzy and lightheaded. My heart is beating so fast that I hear it ringing in my ears, and heat rushes to my cheeks as his eyes filled with unspoken longing and need drop down to my lips again.

No man has ever stared at me like that. No man has ever wanted me like that. And no one has ever made me feel so wanted, so craved, like this before. My whole life, I always felt unwanted. It all started with my mother, followed by a long chain of failed relationships. Now this chain is broken by Dmitry as he stares at me in a way that sends chills and delicious sensations through my body. I don't know how to handle this - being wanted. But I love these unfamiliar overwhelming feelings this time.

I swallow hard and barely manage to say "I should probably go" staring deeply into his intense blue eyes "You should..." He says, moving closer again and catching my lips in a deep slow kiss, savoring me, one last time. Then, with visible effort, he pulls himself away from me.

"Go... Before I kiss you again...".

#dmitry x lane #rc dmitry #dmitry hsr #lane x dmitry #hsr lane #rc lane #rc hsr #heaven's secret requiem #heaven's secret #romance club

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stormblessed95 · 8 months

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Hi Stormblessed (dope name btw),

Don't know if this is the best place for this essay or the right time but I need to word-vomit this out, or I'm gonna be a JK-style spaced out zombie all day.

It's a truth universally acknowledged that a big part of the fandom tends to mis-characterize the members based on edits, fanfics and out-of-context clips. Something probably mostly to do with how social media platforms have been pushing for these short videos over the last few years. Why watch 300 hours of original content (some of which is behind a paywall) if you can get the gist of it (you think) from TikToks?

My particular point has to do with how that allows for the narrative (aka made up shit) especially around Jimin to grow. All of the members get that treatment, the maknaes worse due to their popularity, but due to how a big part of Army are also tkk shippers, Jimin is the one who's portrayal often skews more negative. The others' perceptions just are neutral or fantastical in a sense that they're more like badly written male leads. Don't get me wrong, solos throwing around bs is nothing singular to him but no one gets accused (said completely seriously btw) of sleeping his way into BTS or the release of his album.

After I saw this vitriol for the first time I had to actually sit down because wtf.

And then I started wondering why that is, and came to the conclusion that it is:

(Internalized) misogyny and sexism

Blatant homophobia

Jimin is the member the most obviously in tune of his femininity. He hasn't subscribed to gender norms for a decade at least, and once his hyper-masculine-esque persona from the debut days was dismissed, he ventured further. (That isn't to dismiss the growth they all have shown in that area.)

But antis, akgaes, Solos and shippers take that femininity and apply every stereotype and misogynistic idea to JM.

Traits they f.e. hate:

He is openly flirty with many people (members especially)

He is very physical, and touch is arguably one of his love languages and go-to way of comforting smn

He is pretty af and knows it

He's sensual and sexy and knows it

He's cute

He's sweet (aka a good fucking human)

But why does that make "them" hate him so much?

Because they have been taught that these traits in women (like themselves) are bad. What makes it worse, however, is that the men around JM all know these things to be true, acknowledge them as true and compliment him on them. In the case of JK (since this is about Jikook at the end of the day):

He loves flirty JM despite sometimes not knowing how to handle him (ehem the 'shameless convo'). He flirts back (fe the whole live where he was in bed begging for JM to come over)

Tkkers and such love pulling the "JK hates it" card. Which is nonsense, considering how he seeks JM's comfort when he's down (esp during concerts), actively cuddles JM (In The Soop) and never uses all his big muscles to shove JM but rather to just carry him around. Compare that to the jokingly disgusted face Yoongi pulls when Tae tries to hold his hand, and it becomes glaringly obvious that no one who says the members dislike touching each other has a leg to stand on. Calling it harassment goes so far beyond any line of sanity...

JK - like all of BTS - acknowledges that Jimin's beauty is simply out of this world. They are regularly stunned by his appearance

Just gonna point to JK's reaction to Filter, Blood Sweat & Tears, Black Swan, and Set Me Free pt 2 here. JK calls JM sexy so often it's hilarious

* inserts clip of absolutely WHIPPED JK after JM cutely punches him during that performance of Boy With Luv *. Also we know that "cute" his JK's type as he himself admitted.

Jimin has been Jungkook's comfort person for so long, and with such depth that he dedicated a whole trip and video to him. They care for each other so deeply that the only logical conclusion was to go to the military together.

Aka: he is all that they hate in the girls/women in their normal life so they can't do nothing but tear him down. They envy how comfortable he seems in his own skin, how easily he goes from sexy to cute, how loved he is by those around him. On top of that is how gay people are still perceived and treated by a lot of countries around the world. No matter what they say, being an army and shipping men doesn't make you automatically an ally and non-homophobic.

They treat Jimin like they would most likely treat the lgtbqia+ people in real life: something to be careful of, someone dishonest and slutty.

They conflate everything they hate about themselves and gay people and * boom * out come frankly terrifying tweets, fanfics and shit.

Contrast that with how these very same people fetishize the relationship between Tae and Jungkook - either viewing them like men who watch p_rn involving two women, or a self-insert with how little character they have - and that's the state of the army shipping community. They could be Barbie dolls getting smashed together and you wouldn't know the difference.

I'm not saying Jikookers are better in that, but the language they tend to use is incredibly different.

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That was a lot.

To end on a sweet note: I saw a quote on Twitter "If you want to find out what someone fears losing, look at what they photograph."

And...well. that just screams Jikook

Hi! Thank you, I like my name too 🥰

And yeah, basically I agree. I think there is more to it as well, but that a lot of it could be boiled down to all this. And yeah, jikookers are just as guilty of this too, but not always in the same way. Sometimes in a way that is more fetishizing but is just as harmful. Take it from someone who has seen it all in my inbox from people who feel safe on anon 😂😂

Thanks for sharing! And your quote at the end is SOOOOO cute!

#jikook #kookmin #Jikook antis

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aihoshiino · 18 days

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Hi there! This is from an ask from quite a while ago. I sent it before but I think Tumblr ate it once again.

"Honestly Ai's relationship with like, sex and intimacy and sex in the context of a loving relationship being healing and reclaiming for her is one of those things I have so much fun writing in the context of RP and stuff but if I continued rambling about it here I would go on all day lol and this post is already so long. IN ANOTHER ASK, PERHAPS ……."

I would like to hear your thoughts and ramblings about this please 人´∀｀)

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE ANON… I've been sitting on this ask for so long and I've had so many half finished responses to it written up kgjhhsfkg This is just one of those topics where I have so much to say every time I tried to start I got overwhelmed and didn't know where to start… BUT WE'RE SO BACK…!!!

(Also, this is basically part 2/a follow up to this post if anyone wants/needs some extra context)

Honestly Ai's relationship to sex and the role it plays in her character arc is one of the most fascinating parts of Oshi no Ko to me and I'm always really surprised that it basically never comes up in fandom discussions surrounding her? Part of that is just folks wanting to talk about/speculate more on the characters who are alive and present in the series (or have ship wars about them) but even when people DO go back and talk about her it tends to be kind of surface level or just, the worst takes you've ever seen in your life (if I never have to see another Secretly Evil Ai theory it will be too soon) but like… the sex stuff is also pretty surface level! That friction between Ai of B-Komachi's assumed obligate virginal purity and the reality of Ai Hoshino as a person who has had and desires sex basically IS the entire premise of the series. It's the core conflict around which so much of everything else revolves - it's the reason the twins have to keep quiet on their connection to her and moreover, it's the reason she dies. But honestly given how this fandom gets about sex sometimes maybe that's a blessing in disguise lol

It is SO refreshing to have a lead heroine like Ai, though - like I said, the reality of her as a person who has had Probably A Lot Of Sex is pretty much the premise of the series and at no point does the narrative ever take on a shaming tone towards her. Hell, the explicitly stated thesis of the story is that it's everyone who has a problem with this who should be ashamed. Gotanda literally says it himself - Ai's tragedy is the fault of the people who refused to accept her as the hurting, broken, dirty and impure person that the real her was.

In fact, the series is shockingly respectful of Ai and her body in general. This is very much a "the bar is in hell" moment but I'm so used to anime taking every opportunity it can get for lowbrow cumbrained fanservice that the series just being, like, normal about Ai was a breath of fresh fucking air. It's so easy to imagine an infinitely worse version of the series that uses Aqua's access to her body (as both Gorou and Aqua) to frame and leer at her in some really repulsive ways, but it literally never happens. It's one of those things the first chapter/episode does that earns it a lot of goodwill in the long run which it does honestly need lol. The initial premise of the series asks a lot of the viewer, especially given that Mushoku Tensei exists and very much does use the protagonist's plausibly deniable access to the bodies of women and girls around him for some truly putrid and degrading shit. BUT BACK TO MY ACTUAL POINT…

That pointed absence of shaming in the narrative is why it stands out to me so strongly when Ai does direct this kind of shaming language towards herself. Ai engages in a lot of negative self-talk in general because of how utterly pants her self-esteem is, but it's never quite as pointed as in these circumstances. Her death scene is honestly the best and most heartbreaking example of it - the anime trims a few slivers from it to the benefit of the scene as a whole imo, but it does retain the most important line:

But there's another part from slightly earlier on that didn't make it into the anime that equally breaks my heart:

All that Ai refutes of Ryosuke's words is his conclusion that she never cared about her fans. In other words, when Ryosuke slings slutshaming misogyny at her, Ai agrees with him.

And like… why wouldn't she? Society at large already has very strong opinions about women who have and enjoy sex and Ai is an idol - that's purity culture on Berserk Eclipse Difficulty. To make matters worse, Ai's entire life has been defined by her being denied the right to control her own body or being blamed for the way other people respond to it. Not only was Ayumi physically and emotionally abusive towards her for basically her whole life, but she also victim blamed her when her stepfather turned out to have a inappropriate interest in her. Even when she was literally a child, she was not allowed to simply exist without being subjected to other people's gaze and objectification.

It's also worth noting that the abuse Ai grew up experiencing - Ayumi's violence and neglect and living with the possibility of sexual assault at her stepfather's hands - are all things that can contribute to hypersexuality in puberty or at the very least, being prematurely sexually active and/or partaking in risky sexual behaviour and I think all of these are true for Ai as well, to varying degrees. My read has always been that the twins' father was not her first or only sexual partner (though he was her last) and I think this is something the work itself supports as well - Akane identifies Ai as having behavioral issues typical of someone who began having sex during puberty (and she does specifically say 'puberty' in Japanese, not just 'as a teen') but that this behaviour mostly tapered off by the time she was 15 and credits it by inference to Kamiki. So obviously, if the 'unbalanced behaviour' as the result of sex predates her meeting Kamiki… you know?

I also just personally find that a more compelling read of Ai for a variety of reasons - and it just sort of makes sense to me, to imagine her as this girl desperately trying to figure out how to love people, wanting to connect with people but not knowing how to do it, someone defined by the ways she contorts herself to respond to the dirty desires of the people around her… idk, it just feels Correct to me in light of everything to assume that she went through a few boyfriends before Kamiki, all relationships that went very fast, escalated to intimacy at light speed then just sort of fell apart after. And we know from what Ayumi admitted - and from some of the things Ai has said - that Ayumi absolutely was slutshaming and victim blaming Ai when she was in her care. So much of what Ayumi did to her forms the foundation of the present day Ai's self-loathing and self-image issues, so I imagine she felt a lot of prebaked guilt and shame when she did actually start having sex, especially at a young age and outside the bounds of a what society regards as an acceptable circumstance for a girl to be having sex. So add idol culture on top of all that, and…

I don't think Ai's relationship with sex is necessarily the main issue she struggles with but it does feed off and into a lot of the other things that cause her pain and being able to untangle that would represent an earthshattering breakthrough for her. This is why it's so important that Oshi no Ko never ones tries to debunk or disprove Ai's assertion that she is 'impure' or 'dirty' and why I do not think a positive character arc for her could never come from someone trying to convince her that she isn't. Because that doesn't actually disprove anything - it still frames purity and virginity as a state of grace that can be fallen from and reinforces Ai's view of herself that she only has value, that she only deserves to be treated with respect so long as she's still 'pure'. Even if you could convince her that she's 'pure', she would inevitably be stained again and hate herself all the more for it. The only way out is to break out of this method of thinking altogether, to realize that 'purity' and 'impurity' don't mean anything - and more importantly, that even though she is dirty, impure and all the rest of it, she is still capable and deserving of loving others and being loved in return.

To quote something I've said before on this topic: "Love, for Ai, is a person seeing her most wretched and unacceptable self, her self hate and avoidance and everything about her she thinks is filthy and wrong, and actively choosing to accept her as she is, warts and all. […] There's this very strong underlying current in Ai's arc of self-directed shame and self-hate in relation to her sexuality that fuels perception of herself as 'dirty' and 'impure' - all because she is a person who wants and enjoys sex. I really enjoy getting to have Ai work through that specific hangup with a partner who loves her - not from the angle of 'of course you're not dirty' but 'even if you are, I want you anyway'."

So much of what hurts Ai is other people refusing to accept 'Ai Hoshino' and even being actively repelled and repulsed by her, choosing instead to believe so fervently in the inhumanly perfect 'Ai of B-Komachi' that they convince themselves the real Ai is just a trick of the light. Sex is basically the ultimate refutation to that - it's someone saying they actively choose the dirty, broken real thing which is what Ai has desperately been searching for her entire life. It's also the inverse of the plastic. sanitized intimacy Ai sells as an idol - rather that pretty lies of love, it's dirty, physical intimacy, something she can do as much for herself as the person with her, something that can only ever be hers as Ai Hoshino because it's antithetical to everything Ai of B-Komachi is.

what i'm saying is: can this girl PLEASE get some good dick. i don't know how much of anything it would fix but it would make her calm down at least a little.

ALL JOKING ASIDE……. thank you again for your patience anon and i'm sorry this was so rambly lKNDKSCXSNDS. like i said up top, this is a topic i have a lot of thoughts on and i wanted to get them all out into this post. i hope this was interesting to read…!

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