#his beads also looks like his father's 😭😭

[redloftwingfeathers]

Tulin keeps his parents' feathers on his quiver 🥺

#his beads also looks like his father's 😭😭 #totk spoilers #tulin #cat talks

[neteyamsilly]

i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best | 4

summary ;; A father protects, that's what gives him meaning. Jake Sully has failed. PART 3 | PART 5 pairings ;; dad!jake sully x reader, mom!neytiri x reader, sully family x reader genre ;; pure angst and family feels notes / explanations ;; PLEASE READ AUTHOR NOTES. I explicitly said in the previous chapter I would NO LONGER BE TAKING TAG REQUESTS. You're just going to have to check my profile every now and then. I also will not be re-tagging the peeps I did in the last chapter’s replies, it’s just a lot 😭 I'm sorry for the inconvenience and thank you for your understanding! Now I present you, the long awaited angst and groveling of Jake. Enjoy! Please excuse my mistakes if you see any. Thank you so much for the lovely comments and support, I hope the angst hits the way you wanted it / was expecting HHHHH

It’ll shine better, Jake mused to himself, rotating the lumpy amber around in his fingers to better reflect the sunlight streaming in thin rays from the hands of the dense flora above, once I dip this in that polish oil. It’s not entirely unsalvageable. 

At least he hadn’t scraped too much in attempts to give it a rounder shape, the bug at its core you were gushing about to the point of waking him up at zero dark thirty was still intact. He had been summoned from his dreams to look at a cool rock. 

Jake couldn’t not gift it to you as something to be permanently worn after that.

The problem? He was ass at this. Always had been. No drop of craftsmanship in his bloodstream at all when the Na’vi were particularly fond of their ornaments and accessories, making it themselves, in fact. 

Songcords were put together from beads, bones and stones, virtuosity was a must intrinsically woven into everyday life, methodized and irreplaceable since it wasn’t as if mass production could ever be a thing in Pandora. Everything was handmade. 

Jake’s worst enemy beadwork was in their clothing, for example, even in braids — his maladroit at it may or may not be why he wore his hair in plain dreads now. 

He wasn’t an artist or a creator, his hands were more comfortable being fit around a gun or a knife than slipping effortlessly in the rhythm of weaving or the act of making. All his end results were dreadful enough to be bullied relentlessly by his kids — except for you, that is. You absolutely loved them for reasons your mother or none of your siblings could understand. 

Jake’s blundering conscience would melt at the sight of your eyes shining and the biggest smile almost splitting your head in half as if he had just handed you the world every single time he gifted you the newest of his clunky handiwork. He didn’t know why that made you the happiest. You’d been that way ever since you saw him carving and personally adding a bead to his songcord about how he got his firstborn daughter to utter her first word: dada. 

It was important to him, so, down it had gone into Jake’s life story; putting official significance to the moment he never wanted to forget in the same thread that carried the story of him becoming Toruk Makto, just beside Neteyam’s first word, which was also dadada. (Neytiri had Lo’ak’s mam, and Kiri’s perfectly articulated mommy.)

Ever since that day, you had made grabby hands at the bead all the time when he picked you up, teethed at it like a puppy trying to grab a toy, tried to rip it off to make it yours — anything, until Neytiri made you one, but no, you wanted it from dada. 

So dada started making you little trinkets. 

He didn’t know if it was a good or a bad thing you never grew out of receiving gifts from your dad he himself cringed at. Jake wasn’t one to complain, not when someone in this life would feel such enough joy to purify thousands of blighted souls upon receiving his ugly personal work. It made him happy, stroked his ego to high heavens that his sweetheart was doting on dada to see the imperfect as the most fascinating. 

That’s why he had taken on the daunting task of making a bead for you out of the amber you’d fixated on, rasp in one hand, sitting on a thick log that cut into the little stream he and his family were spending leisurely time that day, one leg pulled to himself and one feet in the water up to his ankle. Even though he had half an ear on his four children playing around in the shallow water of the creek, all the screams and squeals of joy felt weak compared to the contained huff of amusement that escaped from his mate who had come up to Jake while he was way too engrossed in his task. 

His eyes shifted to Neytiri, watching her hop on to the log in one agile move. “Don’t laugh.”

“I am not laughing,” Neytiri said, crouching to sit, her mouth twitched upwards as she looked at the amber in his hand.

“I have eyes, Neytiri, I literally see you laughing.” His face used to burn at her openly teasing about beadmaking, but his oldest daughter’s attentions had restored his bruised confidence over the years. The slander wasn’t taken lightly these days as Jake had proudly relabeled the odd shapes of his work as a creative choice. “Right to my face.”

“You’re mistaken.” 

Jake made his jaw drop, overacting his bafflement. “Wow, gaslighting? Really?”

Neytiri hit his arm lightly. In her terms, it was light, at least. “I don’t know what that is.”

“It’s something you shouldn’t do to your mate.” He turned his back to her, giving a look over his shoulder. “You’re abusing me. I’m being abused.”

“Baby.”

“No amount of pet names are gonna fix my broken heart.”

“No. You are a baby. I’m insulting you.” Neytiri hadn’t even laughed, but the uplifted timbre of that sentence sure did make Jake snicker in disbelief. “If you can’t take it, maybe you should leave beading to me.”

“I would say they are fashionably off,” he defended. You carried them with delight, so why shouldn’t Jake take more pride in his work? “And you said practice makes perfect years ago, I remember the exact words—”

“Years ago. You still haven’t gotten any better at it.” Neytiri was his biggest supporter and criticizer at the same time. “And you became a part of the clan back in the day in three months Jake. Never a more unbelievable thing to me than this.” 

“I’m trying alright?” He turned back to the bead, or, vaguely bead-shaped amber, if technical terms were involved. It still had a whole adventure to embark on until it could receive the noble title of a bead. “She likes what I make, at least.”

“It’s because she’s your daughter and anything you do is out of this world. Beauty in the most unlikely places. A child’s love is pure that way.” The unexpected hypnotism of poetry in that sentence alone pulled Jake’s gaze to Neytiri’s, and for a moment, he could physically feel his heart within his ribcage being squeezed, tethering on painful, but with a joyful tinge. “She doesn’t have standards yet.”

Well, that hurt. “Damn.”

“Damm!” A pair of small and branch-thin arms wrapped around his neck from behind, and something, or rather, someone, latched onto his back. “Rahh!” 

Jake should have been suspicious of how silent it had gotten halfway into his talk with Neytiri. Turns out, you had swam underneath the log to get out of his line of sight, climbing with the stealth of a bug to come up undetected. 

Well, mark Jake down as impressed, you weren’t able to do that without being spotted until today, this was another wonderful milestone for you — you had learned impressively, taking advantage of his distraction, avoiding making noise and using water to your advantage. Neytiri must have given you some pointers. 

And now he was wondering if his mate was in on this all along, purposefully disturbing his peace so their kids could see an opening to pounce on him.  

“Oof!” Your hold on him was something he could break out of any minute with how adorably strong you were exerting yourself to make it, but he wanted to play along more than anything. Jake was acting panicked, swinging his body left and right from the waist, but really, it was just a light warm-up exercise with the easiest deadlift possible. “I’m being ambushed!”

“I got you now, Toruk Makto!” You wrapped your legs around his torso, and he felt like this was just a piggyback ride with extra steps. “Watch this, mom!”

Oh, it’s on. 

Discreetly handing Neytiri the amber, Jake stood up, bringing you up with him and fighting a smile at your clipped squeak as the height became too much too quick, causing you to cling onto him stronger. He reached behind, and within seconds, he had you in his hands, holding you from the armpits and dangling you above the stream, your kicking legs beating the air, and he cackled like a villain threatening to fling the hero from atop of a skyscraper. 

“You got me? Please.” He loosened his grip the slightest amount to give you the illusion he would let go, and you stopped struggling to scream, catching his forearms. “A measly thing like you? Conquering me? I’ll show you why I’m the king of the skies! Here I come!”

Making sure you wouldn’t get hurt, Jake threw you into the water as gently as possible, but made the angle entertaining enough so you would go flying. He wasn’t sure who’d screeched the highest, your three siblings who had you spearheading this little operation with full trust in your capabilities, or you reacting like you were falling down from an ikran midair. Either way, he was enjoying bullying his kid a bit too much. 

Emerging from the stream and shaking the water off too akin to a wet dog, your first action was to shield your siblings, open arms and whole body and all. “Nete, run! Protect Lovak and Kiri, I’ll save you!”

Jake’s evil smile looming on his kids wavered at that. 

You had problems with some letters even at the big age of eight, two vowels next to each other in one word was one of them, along with the confusion of “f” and “b”, and sometimes “p” — it made for hilarious misunderstandings Jake had to fight to be a parent about instead of busting a lung from laughing. 

One of the many unforgettable events was deemed “The Fish Incident” between Jake, Max and Norm. He had been recording Neteyam’s first catch on his own to add it to the cute memory pile he and his mate would watch in the future after all their children eventually moved out to pursue their paths. You happened to be present that time, watching intently as your big brother shot a particularly giant yellow fish, eagerly jumping down to the pond to get it and showing it to the camera with a shy, yet proud grin on his face. 

“Good job, boy!” Jake had cheered. “Say I got that fish!”

Out of the camera’s frame and making little jumps on your toes, you’d blithely yelled. “Yeah, you got that bish!” 

The rest of the footage was shaky and out of focus, the microphone hadn’t picked up any sound but Jake’s uncontrollable laughter, kicked off by an exploding snort of shock. 

You and Neteyam had no idea why, but after he’d stopped recording with tears streaming down his face, wheezing because he couldn’t stop laughing, you’d joined to laugh and play with him regardless, mirroring his excitement. 

Later though, Jake had to actively make it so you wouldn’t have to say the words kitchen and pitch (and obviously, fish) out loud, at least, in front of Neytiri. He didn’t want to abstain from having a little fun himself, so under no circumstance was she allowed to find out and correct you. And he had it going strong for a while until it slipped when he was talking about a scientist friend over at Hell’s Gate called Richard and you repeated it as “Bitchard”. The word had somehow weaseled into your English lexicon as well, and Neytiri wasn’t illiterate enough to be oblivious to what you’d merrily blurted. 

Good old days. Jake sometimes missed hearing you curse innocently. Neytiri had to take that source of joy away from him. Discouragement and warnings would be given to his kids if they knowingly cussed, of course, Kiri calling Lo’ak penis face was something he’d immediately shot down, but this was harmless, he thought. He could have let you be blissfully unaware until the day you learned the meaning of the words, or gain consciousness of the articulation errors as you grew up and naturally fix it yourself. It was only a natural part of a child’s growth.  

But he had other entertainment. The obligatory consonant you had to sometimes add to two different neighboring vowels if it was too difficult for you to pronounce, for example. Your little brother was a victim to this. Thankfully, Lo’ak wasn’t bothered to be called Lovak by his older sister, somehow thinking of it as a nickname, but Jake could bet his ass the boy would use this as infinite ammo against you once both of you were older. He would of course forget how you always protected him in play fighting like right now, of course, maybe you would remember enough to accuse him of ungratefulness, and perhaps Lo’ak would declare he didn’t recall anything such as that. 

How bittersweet of a thing it was to drift into imaginations of how his kids would be like when they grew up. Like the stinging ache Jake always got when he was confronted with the sadness of losing his children forever one day — the need to put every minute with them in a bottle, and the feeling of time slipping through his fingers, the same old melancholy each time: when it first dawned on Jake that you’d successfully sneaked up on him just now, when Neteyam had captured his first fish all on his own without assistance, when Lo’ak showed him the knife he had successfully carved by himself to get his approval, and when Kiri had tended to a scratch wound of his better than her grandmother did with precocious wisdom on her face. 

Jake was making every moment count. Just like this one. 

“Nobody is safe from me, I’ll huff and I’ll puff and blow your house in!” He jumped down from the log with the grace and intimidation of a leopard who had been disturbed while eating up the tree he’d dragged his meal on, splashing water everywhere. “What will you do, o’ mighty hunter?”

You loved being called mighty hunter by him, he saw the sparkle in your eyes. 

“Noooo!” Kiri cried, pulling on both Lo’ak and Neteyam’s arms huddled behind you. “He’ll get us!”

Your thought process, completely spooked by Jake, was painfully visible. But surprisingly, you yelled, “Scatter!” with the experience of a rave addict who would take a forty and smash it on the ground as the police closed in on the party grounds. And his kids ran in different directions, like a group of cockroaches when someone approached them, they all ran in different directions. 

Sloshing water all around to make it more terrifying, he got Kiri first, hauled her right over his shoulder when she made for Neytiri, thinking her mother could protect her, but no. Jake was inevitable. Lo’ak gave him a weak challenge trying to step around him, getting Jake to confuse his steps as if they were playing basketball, but this was his dad he was facing and not Spider, these tricks didn’t work on veterans, so now he was flush to Jake’s side, tail facing forward, carried like some strapless bag, it didn’t even put any strain on the man’s bicep. Neteyam was the last, hiding beneath the water level and holding his breath, but the little nose peeking out for air gave him away, and Jake had him up the other shoulder in seconds, the boy didn’t have enough time to run away even though he’d spied from underwater that Jake was coming for him. 

Three out of four. That left only his eldest daughter. 

You were nowhere to be seen. The delighted and struggling giggle-cries of the three kids in his arms and shoulders didn’t help at all to Jake taking his surroundings in with a keen ear, all senses attuned to spotting the stray. 

A rustle from above. 

“Attack him!” 

He didn’t have enough time to see just which branch of the trees cocooning the creek you had climbed on before all three in his arms turned on him, flailing around together in unison to get Jake to fall down and kneel, and it surprisingly worked, he couldn’t even recover between the blink of a time between them getting off the way and you jumping down on him. The height at which you did that knocked all air off his ribcage for a second as he tried to retain balance, and you took that chance to sit on his shoulders, your legs dangling from each one, grabbing onto two dreads on his head as if they were the tails of Toruk he once had held onto like leashes. 

Jake had to give this one to you, damn. When had you become a student of the art of strategizing? 

But, defeat was defeat. He had to play his part. “This can’t be!” He opened his arms, making it seem cartoonishly like he had been incapacitated. “I’ve been… bested?”

“That’s right!” The cockiness was dripping from you as you pulled on his dreads. “I’m Toruk Makto Makto now. The first of my name!”

Your siblings started cheering battle cries, repeating the word. 

Don’t laugh, he ordered himself. Toruk Makto Makto, what a title, oh Jesus Christ. 

“Alright, alright, you got me, mighty hunter.” 

“So I win?”

“Yes, you win.”

He was going to have two less dreads on his head if you kept pulling on them like this. “Hell yeah!” 

After hearing the declaration, his other children also joined in on the ‘Hell yeah!’ train. Jake supposed he could let this slide for now, you guys were too happy, he wouldn’t sully it. 

“You’re gonna rip my hair off, get down now.” You understood play time was over from his tone, and obeyed, hopping down his shoulders when he lowered you into the water, immediately attempting to rush to your siblings’ side to be celebrated, but Jake had something else in mind. “C’mere for a sec.”

He pulled you to the edge of the stream where water met grassy land, dipping his hand into the wet soil under your confused gaze and bringing his fingers up to trace a pattern on your face.

The reaction was instantaneous. You pulled back. “Ew, mud!”

“Hold on,” he gently warned, or rather, encouraged.

You let him continue whatever he was doing then, albeit not losing the laughable concern along the way. “What’s this?”

“Well, you’ve tamed Toruk Makto before an ikran. My mighty hunter should be painted accordingly, no?”

He pointed down and you followed it with your eyes. Seeing your reflection and the ‘V’ shape with a dot on your face in the water, you stopped yourself from touching it with the impulse control that kicked in at the last second, looking up at Jake, jumping up and down, unable to contain the energy, knowing exactly what he did just now. He’d recognized you as a prospective hunter candidate. “Thank you, dad!”

Jake could swear his insides liquidized at that. “Always, sweetheart.”

“Will you paint me like this when I finally get an ikran, too?”

“Of course I will.” He actually wanted to cup your cheeks and plant a little kiss at the adorable flat of your nose but the mud would be ruined, so he pet your braids instead. “As will your mother. It’s what family does.”

At the time, Jake didn’t have the slightest inkling that the paint would end up being your own blood. 

Neytiri’s bloody hands — your blood, his child, his child, his baby Jake’s entire day would stop at seeing one tear on her face — had been stroking your face, trying to hold on to you anywhere she could to soothe your flaming pain as you were squirming like a dying animal fighting for the next breath. His heart beating right behind his eyes in a massive pulsating headache, Jake was too desperate fighting his swelling panic with each noise that ripped from you to notice they had left the vague pattern of Iknimaya paint pattern in their wake. 

She did. 

And her following anguished, gasping shudder as her shaking hands hovered above your contorted face, tracing the air along the lines the blood had left on your face ended up hitting him right in the gut. He couldn’t dwell on it. He couldn’t let this random twisted sign sweep him into the roaring waterfall of torment, your life was on the line.  

Jake didn’t have any coherent memory of running back to the mouth of the cave from the family tent. One moment, he was back with his brain fried from thinking about Quaritch in the aftermath of an hour that had just taken twenty years from his lifespan, avoiding the inquisitive silence of his kids who hadn’t gone back to bed yet; and the other, Neytiri was screaming in the distance with terror worse than the anguish he’d heard her go through upon losing her father and her home. Jake had all but flown there, mind blank in swirling, spasming panic. 

Neytiri had told him he had a strong heart the first time they’d met. No fear. Even though Jake was aware he was being disliked strongly, this quality of his she had remarked on, honest to her soul. 

But she was wrong. 

That fearless fortress heart of his had begun to crumble the moment he learned of Neteyam’s existence. And with each and every new addition to their family, Jake had been rehabilitated on what fear truly was, like a baby learning a language. 

Losing. It was all about losing. 

He would wake up from terrorizing, choking nightmares with the sensation of his family being violently taken away from him when his children were in his arms, sleeping peacefully all along. He couldn’t stop it. It had spiraled out of control after the sky people came back, turning him into a paranoid, angry man who was ruled by fear. He worried for the safety of his family every day, obsessed over it — beneath the impenetrable iron mask of a leader his whole clan was leaning on, Jake was nothing more than a weak, emotionally crippled father who would lose it the more his children grew up to take reckless actions he made worse by the inability to govern his fear-curbed anger. He called it tough love. 

That tough love had resulted in this. Loss. Loss. Loss he had tried his damnedest to prevent. It was blood slipping through his fingers from a wound he had no way of stitching back together. 

The more he pushed to block the bullet entrance point, the more you fought Jake, making feral yowls that weakened into animalistic whimpers and throaty whines that all but ripped his heart off muscle by muscle, your hits and scratches didn’t faze him, but the noises. Eywa, the noises. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know you’re in pain, I know, I know, I’ll make it go away, please hold on, c’mon.” The droplets of sweat that had formed in the matter of seconds rolled down his face. You had begun to hyperventilate from the accelerating pain because of his efforts. “C’mon sweetheart. Breathe for me, breathe for dad, okay? You gotta breathe. Breathe!”

You were unhearing, lost in the overwhelming, blinding, deafening agony he couldn’t anchor or shield you from. The grunt of desperation that escaped his sore throat rattled his carbon fiber infused bones.  

Jake didn’t have time to think. His reason had flown out the mountains to be able to force one single word to form in his mindscape. He just knew he had to stop the bleeding, propelled by concentrated instinct. You were struggling too much for him to have a solid hold on you. Everything, too slippery. Too much blood. Too fucking much. The sickening smell of iron bit at his senses. 

(Was it the liver? The spleen? Pancreas? One of the major arteries? But Na’vi biology wasn’t the same as humans. Fuck.) 

Then, you were being restrained by a third party, Neytiri was too devastated to make that reasonable decision, and in his peripheral vision, he saw it was Neteyam who had sat down on your legs, restricting your movements with incredible strength. Jake couldn’t even bark at him to go away with how much Neteyam looked in control, a rock he and Neytiri both could draw strength from. Behind him, Lo’ak was a stone statue just standing there, frozen, his eyes not leaving your bloody abdomen. 

When you let out a yelp his heart could no longer stand, he yelled, “Bring a stretcher!” to nobody in particular, out of his goddamn mind. Lo’ak jumped at it, coming back to his senses, hesitating what to do for a second before he was off to god knows where. He had to take you to Norm’s, and then a doctor—

A tiny, trembling voice he couldn’t recognize as Neteyam’s reached his ears. “Dad…” 

The boy was looking at you, blown eyes shining with unshed tears, upper set of teeth sinking in his shaky bottom lip. 

You had gone slack in his arms. 

He hadn’t even seen the moment, didn’t stop putting pressure on the wound as the dread assaulted his body. And a biting shiver went down his spine before Jake also looked down on his eldest daughter. Your eyes weren’t closed all the way, halted gaze focused on something to the side, one tear rolling down your temple. 

“Don’t do this to me.” Jake couldn’t breathe as he shook his head, he was about to lose it, about to tumble down the edge he could never climb his way up from. In denial, he didn’t lift his hands, losing all strength in his upper body and gradually collapsing forward as his forehead found yours. “Don’t do this to me, sweetheart, not like this. Please, not like this.”

The last thing you were looking at was the ikran you’d gotten.

Jake didn’t feel that very ikran making its way to their side, flapping its wings, didn’t feel anything to react when a snoot reached down and ever-so-gently nudged you, like you were asleep and it was given the duty to wake you up in the morning that day. 

Your ikran nudged you once. Twice. Thrice. Each push was harsher than the other. 

You didn’t wake up. Your eyes didn’t get their light back. 

A paralyzing numbness took over Jake’s body, all his neuron ends stunted. The moon stopped spinning, time stopped moving, he ceased existing, all at the same time. 

A piercing ringing stabbed his ears, took away his hearing. He didn’t hear Neytiri scream louder than the ikran, you were ripped from his arms, and he couldn’t move to do anything about it, just staring into the distance, at nothing, bloodied palms facing upwards in his lap. 

It was Neteyam who tried to stop his wailing mother from going mad with grief, trying to get her to set down your body from her crushing embrace even though he couldn’t take his misty eyes off your body. It was Lo’ak, frantic in his run even though his panic-frozen face gave away nothing, who had rushed back with Mo’at and Kiri. It was Tuk who had thrown herself into his arms for a hug Jake wasn’t in his body to reciprocate, his seven year old child, in tears, comforting him when Jake, as the adult and the father, should have had his shit together and be the provider of comfort. 

Instead, all he could feel was the blood on his hands, one small part in his mind making him focus on that one amber with a bug inside he’d carved for you, years ago, now in your hair.

The tears didn’t come. His world was shattering all around him, but not one tear made it to the surface. 

Someone was talking to him, but Jake wasn’t there, experiencing the moment behind a thick veil of silencing glass. 

“Open her mouth, Jakesuli.”

He looked at the source of the muffled sound breaching the ringing in his ears, painfully empty and unfeeling. It was Mo’at. In her hand, a woodsprite gently floated in the air and landed before it repeated the motion again. It was as if his brains had been emptied from his skull. He didn’t understand. He didn’t see. Tuk was clinging to him, Neytiri doubled down in waves of cries in Neteyam’s arms. Jake wasn’t there. 

“Open her mouth so I can keep her spirit here longer,” Mo’at said. “Do it now. We do not have much time.”

And Jake could breathe again, his soul slinged back into his body, feeling returning to the tips of his fingers, kicking into action. 

He cradled your body from the cold ground you were lying on, bringing his shaky hand to your tightly shut jaw. Your body couldn’t have been experiencing rigor mortis, so you must have been clenching your teeth to the point of your jaw locking to fight the pain, and he was nearly blinded from the sheer strength with which he had to hold back from hugging you. But he eventually opened your jaw with a sickening pop that made him visibly grimace, and Mo’at guided the woodsprite to slip inside the cavity of your mouth.

The bioluminescent dots on your body began to flicker the moment your mouth was closed again. Jake gave a shuddering breath at the sign of life, hands unsure if he should continue to cover the wound again. 

“Eywa has allowed her to remain. For a while.”

“Oh Great Mother, thank you!” Neytiri took one of your hands, pressing it against her cheek and kissing it over and over again. “Thank you, thank you.”

“Bring her to my tent,” the Tsahik simply stated, and Jake didn’t even stop to consider how he should be taking you to the science guys, how they were probably going to say you needed a blood transfusion and surgery right after they got the necessary tests such as MRI and blood analysis out of the way. Kiri, sniffling weakly, took the crying Tuk away so Jake could carry you. He couldn’t comfort his girls the way he wanted to, couldn’t attend to Neytiri as their sons consoled her and got consoled in return in a tight hug together; he was on the move, heart about to beat out of his chest.  

He took you in his arms and clutched your unconscious and ashen blue body tightly to his chest, your head lolling in the crook of his arm, arriving to Mo’at’s tent faster than she did — and oh, how small you were compared to him, how fragile and vulnerable. The attitude made you appear bigger than you actually were, and Jake was reminded how you were still a child from how light his daughter was, like a fleeting bird. He’d forgotten. It had been forever since he last held you like this that he couldn’t bear to lay you down on the mat. If only he could hide you away within his ribcage, away from the pain and the suffering, forever.

“Everything in this world is borrowed,” she told him, an incense was burned, salves were prepared, tools he had no idea on what they were used were brought out. Plants, herbs. Jake stood there, helpless. “Even this child, Eywa has lent to you. She is borrowed from the bosom of our Great Mother, entrusted to you. Entrusted.” Your freckles were still flickering, and Tsahik’s tone, clipped. “I will converse with her. Ask if she plans to call her daughter back home today.”

Ice washed over Jake. “No, you gotta heal her, Mo’at, I can't lose m—”

“Everything in this world is borrowed. Each breath. Each heartbeat. All children. All gifts from Eywa.” Her eyes bore into him. “I can only ask.”

Neytiri pounced on him as soon as he stumbled out of the tent, beaten and spent despite not having one scratch on his body, upon Kiri’s entrance to assist her grandmother in tending to you. 

“Your fault!” He was violently pushed back, only able to take in the woman’s bloodied, wrathful face, tear tracks freshened with saltwater she couldn’t stop shedding. “This is your fault! I told you! I told you to fix this!”

Jake was aware other clan members were watching even if they weren’t out of their homes, he was Olo’eyktan, their leader, his pride would have taken this to their own tent had this been any other debate, but now, he couldn’t give a flying fuck. Bruising his back was the weight of a failed father instead of the ornamental piece of the clan leader, it was unbearable enough. She was right. There was nothing else to be said. His mate was right. 

“Mother, please,” Neteyam was right beside them in a flash, holding Neytiri back and shielding his father from her. His sunken eyes found Lo’ak and Tuk crouching at the edge of the tent, huddled together, the youngest having the crying hiccups as her older brother had an arm around her, himself looking traumatized enough. 

“Don’t, boy.” Jake put a hand on his stone-hard shoulder, moving him aside. Neteyam took one hard look at Neytiri half-circling his father in long strides, and decided it was best if he took care of his siblings instead even if he wasn’t told outright. He ushered Tuk and Lo’ak up and away, to the other side of the tent where they wouldn’t disturb their parents by staying in the field of vision. 

Jake should have been the one to take control, but Neteyam had stepped up for it — he was a kid, too, eldest child or not. What the fuck am I doing? 

In his tumultuous sorrow, every piece of the fortress Jake had put together was coming down, every decision re-evaluated, emotion overtaking what he once thought as logic. His fault. His fault. He had ruined his children, all of them. He had thought embracing the iron will of a war chief would allow him to be a strong father figure, but it had only alienated his family. 

You had died in his arms. 

Jake contained every storm in a box inside his body, Neytiri lived those storms, she was strong that way. He would take it. Her eyes were only seeing red at the moment, the grief and wrath of a wronged mother. “Yeah, it’s my fault,” he told her, something between a whisper and a sigh. His kids deserved to hear it. “I know.”

“She is dying because of you!” Jake couldn’t escape the truth by closing his eyes, but he did anyway, like an automatic body reflex against detecting something would be hitting him. He swallowed, his mouth was drier than a desert, no relief was found in the action. “My daughter! My child! Your child!” She pushed him again, hissing. Jake didn’t do anything to stop it. “All because you told her to go today—everything, everything… All because you didn’t reach out to her. She hid that.” A shiver shook her voice. “That… because of you. You! She thought you would be angry!”

Violent horror seized his heart, ears pinning back on his head, knuckles clenching so light blue they were almost white. “I would… I would never—how could I ever—?”

But it was in character, wasn’t it? Jake always getting angry over worry for his children. Going crazy because they could have gotten hurt. Fear grows into anger, worm eating away the bark of a tree into poisonous snake. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, chest rising and falling in big breaths, there was no air.  

“She said you hated her. Over and over again, she said you hated her. Not to call you because you would hate her for it, Jake!”

Bitter guilt and glacial shock rose from his stomach, choking him, his eyes looking at anywhere but Neytiri’s blazing golden eyes, to his children who sat together seemingly away from them but blatantly listening, to the tent flames were barely illuminating the shadows inside. His legs were weak. All that he had been breaching behind a wall to prioritize your safety flooded rancid to his mind. 

Jake got angry at you all the time that you’d expected it at your most vulnerable. That he would blame you, reprimand you for his enemy’s actions.

His memories were attacked by all sides. That you had gone off on your own for the Iknimaya everybody should have been there for, he should have painted your face personally for. That you have been hiding the bleeding out from the moment Jake had found you pinned down by the dead body of an avatar, from the moment you’d answered positively to the question of if you were hurt or not, with that rifle he’d thought you didn’t let go because of how the events had shaken you. He opened his mouth, a gaping fish, but no words came out, mute and voiceless. 

Hate you? Hate you? Hate his own child he would burn the whole world for?

His child. Suffering in silence when her nature was anything but silent. Afraid of her father when she was the most fearless of his kids when facing him.

You thought you weren’t loved.

“What have you done to our children? What has this family become? What are we if our children are too afraid to come to us in their darkest hours?” Neytiri was snarling, both fury and grief battling inside her, teeth gnashing so hard they could sharpen a knife. “What child does not seek her parents when she is hurt?” 

Unseeing, Jake couldn’t stand anymore, staggering towards a particularly large rock and sitting on it, he raised his hands to rub his face but stopped when he saw the blood. 

All yours. All his daughter’s who he had failed. Who had died in his arms thinking she was hated because Jake was a shit excuse of a father you couldn’t trust to say you were hurt that you would take the risk of dying so he wouldn’t find out. 

His daughter’s blood, on his hands. 

He put his elbows to his legs, crossing his wrists to lean his forehead on, yet unable to hide his shaking hands even if he managed to hide his face. Jake couldn’t comprehend any of this, crushed beneath the skyful of burning hot shame and the guilt dwarfing him — tears he couldn’t seem to shed found life in his eyes at him trying to blink away the memory of you clinging to your ikran at the flight home. You had been suffering the whole time and all he could think about was Quaritch when he should have been thinking of you.

“What child would rather hide her injury than let her father know?” It shocked his spine like lightning, and Jake visibly flinched, fists clenching and unclenching. “Explain this to me!” 

Shame. Shame. Shame. Jake was about to throw up, rocking back and forth.

He had nothing to say. Nothing could ever excuse this. He couldn’t wash away all your moments from this night, all a cursed film strip haunting his every breath accompanied by thorns that ripped apart his insides. 

“If she lives,” Neytiri said, pointing a curled hand at him, slowly, scarily calm, but shaking with mastered rage. If she lives destroyed Jake.  “We would be lucky if my mother doesn’t decide to perform Stxel’eveng as Tsahik!” 

Jake’s head shot up at the word, his arms dropping altogether and meeting his mate’s tortured stare. As Olo’eyktan, he had to be taught the traditions and ceremonies to the point of talking in his sleep from overlearning — this one was a long lost one the clan hadn’t performed for a long time, as the Omatikayan were faithful and loyal to Eywa and her teachings. 

Stxel’eveng was the shortened word for ‘Gifting of a Child’ — an adoption ceremony within Na’vi that didn’t even have the word ‘adopt’ in their vocabulary, simply because it was almost non-existent, most Na’vi didn’t even know the existence of such a tradition. If the parents were unable to care and provide for their child, mistreated on purpose or neglected them to the point of no return, they were to be publicly dishonored by the gifting of said child to another willing family. A knot would be formed between the three, one thread bound around the waist of the mother signifying the womb, one thread fastened to the queue of the father, and the final thread to the wrists of the child as if they were captive. The knot, then, would be severed by Tsahik to symbolize the dissolvement of the familial relations in Eywa’s eyes.

The biggest shame a Na’vi could bring upon their name. 

“No,” Jake muttered, his mind going blank yet again. Fuck the shame. Damn his name. He couldn’t lose you. It’s a stone in his throat he can’t swallow, whales on his tongue he can’t speak to save himself.

“Pray to Eywa it doesn’t happen. Because if I was Tsahik, I would do it.” Neytiri turned away from him, pushing the heel of her hands on her damp eyes. “I cannot bear this shame, Jake. I can barely breathe.”

He quivered like a baby leaf caught in a storm, a couple more tears rolling down his cheeks. “Neytiri…” 

“I lost my daughter today. She slipped from my fingers. I watched her die.” He lowered his head at her grief, vision swimming. “How am I a mother when I can't feel her pain? How am I worthy of being her mother when I saw my child’s pain and just sat there helpless? Why would the Great Mother ever want to send her back?” She just kept going, not having any mercy on Jake’s soul. “Where was I when she won against her ikran? Where was I when she had her first flight? Where was I to protect her from those demons?”

A father protects, that’s what gives him meaning.

Who was Jake Sully?

“Lo’ak, come back here!” 

Both of them turned just in time to see their youngest son running away from the back of the tent they’d been hiding, Neteyam following a couple steps before he stopped to look back, probably at his sister. 

“I’ll get him,” Jake said, soulless and absentminded. Neytiri didn’t respond, stalking back to Mo’at’s tent, just kneeling in front of the entrance, wrapping her hands and tail around her knees. Tuk turned the corner, scampering towards her and finding refuge in Neytiri immediately wrapping around her protectively. 

Jake wasn’t allowed to comfort his mate. 

But he could get to his children who needed it. Trust, Neytiri had said. Honesty. 

Walking up to Neteyam, he put a warm hand behind his rigid back, and felt the taut muscles relax underneath his touch, another wave of shame hitting at the inability to recall just when he had last comforted his boy. 

“Get Tuk. Go home. Rest.”

Neteyam turned to him, scandalized. “We will stay.”

“Neteyam—”

“Dad—sir, please. I can’t leave my sister.”

That sir was a splash of acid on his already weeping heart. 

It dawned on Jake that Neteyam was the one witnessing your moment of death. Death. A surge of nausea shot up from his esophagus, and he didn’t stop himself from hooking an arm around the boy, careful of using his hands not to get blood on the eldest, pulling him into a much awaited embrace. He hadn’t allowed him to be a kid.

“It’s okay, Neteyam,” he croaked. “She’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

Neteyam’s arms didn’t wrap around him, unfamiliar to the gesture — crumbling Jake’s already broken heart into dust, but he did shiver, fighting the tremble. He simply said, “I pray so.”

He was still trying to hold it together — for everybody’s sake. 

Jake felt the boy’s tears on his skin, and didn’t let him go when he tried to step back to wipe them, letting Neteyam cry silently as much as he wanted. He owed the boy that much, as his father. It was the least he could do. 

Jake would stitch this family back together. He had to.

Washing the blood off his hands had taken a while. Jake wasn’t let off easy, cursed by the remaining line of bloodied dirt in his nails. 

He found Lo’ak at where it all began. The mouth of the cave where your ikran was disturbing the other ones with restless chittering, reminding Jake of a wolf howling all night at the full moon. 

His youngest son was transfixed by the blood staining the ground. Just standing there, looking at it. Jake couldn’t protect him from the sight. Not anymore. He himself could barely stomach it.

“Is sister going to be taken away?” was the first thing he asked Jake, not looking at him still. 

Jake didn’t know if he meant death, or Stxel’eveng. 

“I pray not,” he told Lo’ak, honest for once. 

And like him, the boy wasn’t sentimental or emotional enough to bear his wounds to another, even to a family member, and fell silent. “It has Toruk’s colors,” he said instead, referring to your ikran’s red, orange, yellow and black patterns. Looking at the creature, Jake tried his hardest to stand up straight when he discerned all the blood coating its neck and back from the natural red color disguising it. “I wanted to fly with her.”

Pulling him into a side-hug, “I’m sorry, Lo’ak,” Jake admitted, causing him to finally break the trance he had on the blood. Speechless at his father, proud and strong, admitting he was wrong out loud and that he was being hugged when it wasn’t like his father at all to show them casual physical affection. Jake knew what must be going through his head, he would be thinking the same if his own father had ever taken responsibility for wrongdoings, as well.  “It’s my fault you didn’t get to.”

Lo’ak’s mouth was hanging low. “Dad…”

“But you will,” he said, determined and full of hope. He had to be. For his children. 

“You think so?”

“I pray so,” he quoted Neteyam. “Your sister is stubborn. She will pull through. Don’t lose faith in her.”

Lo’ak’s grip on his forearm was painful. 

“That ikran’s lost the half of its tail fins,” the boy sniffled, thickening his voice to hide the tears. “How did it get all the way here?”

It stung in Jake’s chest. The same way you’d hidden that injury. Your ikran was fueled only by the desire to get its rider to safety, it seemed. 

It would never fly again. 

Jake looked down at Lo’ak, only to be met with him avoiding his look, still concerned with hiding the tears. “Loyalty,” he said. “Devotion. Sometimes you don’t want to lose the things you love no matter what, that desperation gives you enough strength to push through any trial by fire. You would do anything. Anything.” 

And sometimes it was fear that did it, but he didn’t mention that to Lo’ak to not put salt on their family’s injury. Jake didn’t want to think about how terrified you must have been, or he would actually go insane. He didn’t want to think about the possibility of you not making it in the end. He had to keep going. He had to push forward. Be the father this family needed him to be. 

“Come on, boy,” he pulled Lo’ak gently. “Let’s go back.”

Your ikran whined at this pitifully. Jake tried not to think. He tried not to imagine what your reaction would be upon learning you would never fly together again, and had to put down this ikran that had been devoted endlessly to you if you wanted to get a new one. 

Jake didn’t think. Because if he did, he would actually go insane from the pain. 

Mo’at and Kiri emerged from the tent only in the morning, by which the whole family was cocooned in Jake’s embrace for the first time in years before the sky people had come back. They all had scrambled to get up, waiting with bated breath for one syllable of good news as Kiri slipped into Jake’s arms, one wink from falling asleep while standing. He kissed the girl’s head, soothing her, hoping this could be you eventually. He had been praying for it like a madman. 

“Eywa has accepted to bestow your daughter back to you, Jakesuli,” was the only answer Mo’at had for them, no word about your physical wellbeing. “But only if she accepts as well.” 

“I don’t understand.”

“You must go speak with her. At the Tree of Souls.”

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[aokoaoi]

so ive been thinking abt smth lately and i just gotta request it yk? could you do like hcs where reader loves to braid neteyams hair and put little beads in with it as well, and jake is just literally shipping them soo hard 😭

༄ pairings : neteyam x fem!reader.

༄ warnings : none:P

༄ authors note : i loved this request sm<3, it was so fun writing it, and simple as well. ty for requesting !

— one thing neteyam definitely loves about you is your ways of showing affection. and how you constantly want to braid his hair for him.

— he seriously can't resist whenever you just come up to him, either strut to his direction, or behind him and tap his shoulders, and you go; "can I braid your hair? Please?"

— he wouldn't dare resist.

— first time you did this, he was overly confused and flustered.

— you're so sweet when you braid his hair; you always ask if you're accidentally pulling his hair too hard, or if he was feeling uncomfortable or tired.

— you're also surprisingly fast when you do braids. But he notices that often times, you slow down your pace just so you both can have an excuse to talk to eachother longer.

— now, you're basically his hairstylist.

— at random times, when you're braiding his hair and he start randomly flirting and telling jokes, whether it'd be bad ones or good ones, you always pull on his hair as a way to make him stop.

"Ow!"

"I told you to stop."

"You didn't have to pull on my hair:("

— you immediately apologized after those. He knows he can guilt-trip you with his cute pouts. Yes, he knows your weaknesses>:).

— if you have lots of time or is just simply feeling playful and childish, you put flowers or beads in his hair even if he doesn't want it.

— he never tells you no when you put the small flowers in his hair though, he only tells you not to when they're gonna go to another supply raid. He can't bare to get teased by his brother again.

— when his brother teased him though, his father surprisingly stood up for him.

— it was hilarious when Lo'ak looked at their father with a :o face.. it was almost as if he was betrayed💀..

— one thing about you too, is that you put flowers behind your ear to finish up your looks. So yes, flowers are your signature style.

— he also noticed that the flowers you use on his hair matched the ones you used, so it does fluster him everytime he realized.

— he wasn't the only one who noticed, though.

— his mother also did when she complimented your hair.

"I love that flower in your hair, (name)."

"Thank you, Mrs!"

"Wait, Neteyam has those in his hair."

"Oh yeah, I styled his hair, therefore I put them there:D"

— Neytiri immediately snitched to Jake, giving him more fuel to make his som just propose his love for you already.

— Neteyam turned his father's statements down as if it were the end of the world. His face was hot, and it wasn't helping that his mother was siding with his father.

"Just tell her already."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Ma child, I know what love is when I see it."

"She's just being nice, mom!"

"Nice my ass."

"Stop it:("

— Jake and Neytiri won't stop ganging up on him.

— the last thing he wants know is for his other siblings to know.

— but at least his parents loved you:D

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

OK SO WHILE I WAS WATCHING SOME TOKIO HOTEL EDITS I GOT THIS IDEA(if it's too much feel free to ignore and I'm sorry if I confused you, I'm not good at explaining😭😭AND I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS GIRLY❤️😘)

Ok so. Modern! Dad! Tom Kaulitz with teen twins(maybe around 15-16 or sum). Like one daughter and one son. Both of them are super sassy and aren't scared of confrontation like they are really confident, they don't care what anyone thinks of them(like they laugh at haters and stuff) yet they take no disrespect especially not towards their dad or the other twin. Tokio Hotels' younger fanbase also literally simps for them and stuff, like they make edits of them and stuff. The twins also really remind everyone of Tom when he was their age. Like the boy, he has the same style his father did just with a little more modern touch to it. And the girl, her style consists a mix of Tom's style too. For exampld: cargo/parachute pants, tube tops, bralette/crop tops, trapper/biker/cadet caps, beanies, platform heels/boots(Demonias), oversized shirts/hoodies, hoop earrings, chains, bead bracelets, long acrylic nails, etc. . Like whenever anyone sees the twins, you know their outfits are never boring/dry. Like the girl is an absolute maneater and the boy is a womanizer(but they have admirers of all genders). Like both twins especially the girl really love Heidi because let's just say their bio mom went to get milk right after they were born. And like how would the relationship with their uncles(Bill, Georg and Gustav) be?

I know this is a hell lot so I won't be surprised if you just ignore it LMAO💀💀

(I love this idea sm hold up I'm finna add it to my Dr but Bill lmao. And so worries, I did a lot to match this so I hope you enjoy!)

Kaulitz Twins Gen #2

The media went crazy when you guys were born

Or being brought into the world

If you do the math, Tom was only seventeen and even he was freaking out

Especially with your mother and media and his career

But, with help from the band, he actually managed to become a good dad

Tried to help your mother stay but she just walked out

He never really looked for her, thinking if she could leave two beautiful kids like you guys she didn't deserve to even be looked for

Or if she ever wanted anything from Tom after she left he told her to fuck off

He didn't think he would be a good dad

Until he finally held you guys in the hospital room

Then he finally realized maybe, he would be a good dad

And he promised to never fuck it up

And he didn't!

Bill was happy to meet you guys, Georg was happy for Tom and sorta excited for two kids runnings around the stage while Gustav was a bit nervous but happy nonetheless

Bill always took you guys out and dressed you up when you guys were kids

No matter your gender

Georg let you guys rain hell, eat candy, stay up, even bought you guys a puppy to spite Tom

Gustav was a more relaxed uncle who let you guys do what you want but be careful while doing it

As you guys grew older you grew up in the media eye

Especially because of who your family was and you needed to be brought on tour with them

Tom tried to control it but paparazzi would literally run after you guys when the band would try and shield you guys from them

Tom felt helpless in those situations and did his best to keep you guys safe

You were confused when you saw your dad upset and yelling at the random people with cameras and when you guys would go home he would apologize

You didn't know why he did but you knew they just made your dad upset

And that made you and your twin upset, very much

Whenever paparazzi would come around you guys would yell at them

Shit like "No pictures!" Or "go away!" "Leave us alone!" "Stop following us, weirdos!"

Your dad's and uncles taught you guys to speak your minds but couldn't help but be surprised when you guys yelled at paparazzi

When you were little you and your twin even threw shit at them for following you guys

You were like six mind you

Better paparazzi, not such prying and rude ones, actually found it funny and when you guys were photographed like that it went sorta media crazy

You guys were known as the second generation of Kaulitz Twins sort

You guys were very sassy, spoke your mind and didn't care what people thought of you guys even from a young age

If expressed any interest in media, like modeling, singing and your twin did too Tom would let you guys

He would watch over of course but you guys did modeling, photoshoots, even went into interviews when you guys were young

For being teenagers you guys had quite the fanbase

You guys aren't scared of confrontation at all

Like one time someone was giving your Uncle Bill a hard time at a signing and wouldn't leave him alone

You and your twin went over, pushed them away and started yelling at them to back up or you would have to put them on their ass

Safe to say they left

Bill was surprised but your dad was very much proud

He didn't raise you guys to take bullshit

Tom admires that you guys could be so confident even at a young age

You guys genuinely do not care about being talked about or what people think about you guys

You guys have so much fun making fun of haters and laughing at them

Especially ones that try and "confront" you guys in public

You even told one "Get the fuck out my face." Laughing so hard your twin had to hold you up as Tom lead you guys away

Tom likes that you guys don't any bullshit from anyone

Especially when you guys defend him and your twin

You guys don't stand for hate and God help anyone who tries you guys

You have fought a few people when it got out of hand

They were talking shit so I say it was justified

You and your twin poke fun at how the younger fans already are simping for you guys

You are sorta like your dad when he was young in that tense

Like you guys play with hearts, flirt, tease and shit like that

You guys see edits and posts about you guys and how people find you guys attractive

You guys are constantly commenting on the edits and shit like that or are so smug about it

You guys like the attention you guys get so much

You guys like the reactions you get from fans when they see you guys saw their edits or posts and are giving them attention

You guys are too much like your father

So much so you remind everyone who your dad is everyday by simply existing

Your brother has a few collections of your dad's old clothes back then and wears them a lot

Like his shirts, hats, pants and bands that Tom wore he has a lot of them, the ones that weren't donated

Your brothers style is almost exactly like your dad's and everyone sees it

Except it has a more modern touch and a few more stuff your brother incorporated

Your style was the most surprising to everyone but not at the same time

Your style was definitely influenced by Bill when he dressed you up when you were younger

Your style everytime you wear something makes a statement and is always photographed or edited by fans

Doesn't help you look fucking good in everything you wear

Some stuff is sorta revealing and short so obviously Tom being that dad he is says stuff like

"That's too short. You look good, I know, hon, but what if you get cold?"

Get Heidi to talk to him, and plus your his little girl so he lets you rain hell if you wanted too

Bill absolutely loves your style and helps you pick out what to wear

Is holding your hand above your head, spinning you to get a full look of the outfit and applauding y'all's work

None of your family stands for any shaming of your outfits though

Especially when people say you're asking for attention or are dressed too skimpy and shit like that

Your response is always the same, that you want the attention and to fuck off

But when you're not wearing stuff like that you also wear some of your dad's old clothes or stuff that fit his style back then

Especially his shirts and his old pants

Everyone knows when you step outside your outfits are gonna be fucking good

Always making a statement and never leaving in a "basic" outfit

Tips you find from uncle Bill that are always helpful

You guys have a lot of fans, all genders, who simp for you guys and some even throw themselves at you guys

Let's just say you guys take up some offers

But you guys are described as two twins who is a maneater and a womanizer

You guys are exactly like your father in that sense when he was your age

He tries to get you guys not to like players or absolute dick like he was when he was your age

He just wants you guys to be safe and not play around with people's hearts

But bring up old interviews and he'll leave you guys to your own devices

You guys flirt, tease, kiss and sometimes more with fans but he's still your dad so he'll object

He'll take you guys away when he sees that so be careful not to do it flat out in front of your dad

Be sneaky, whisper and sneak off

You both really love Heidi

She's your mom

Not step mom or anything but your mom as she took you guys in and raised you as her own kids when she didn't need too

You and your brother are a mama's boy, mama's girl, daddy's girl and daddy's boy

You both love them equally no matter what

You both really loved by both your parents and your siblings

You helped your dad propose to Heidi and we're so excited when they got married

You two were so happy to see your parents happy and officially have siblings

You guys are little schemers with Heidi's kids

Heidi helps you guys with anything and no matter what it could be

Heartbreak, outfits, crushes, stress, happiness, anything and she is there

Even if your mom tried to come back in your life Tom and Heidi would leave it up to you guys

But when you say no it's a weight off their shoulders

You call Heidi mom and so does your brother

The first time you did Heidi froze for a moment but couldn't help but pecker kisses all over your guys' faces and hug you guys

You're her kids and she wouldn't have it any other way

You guys are very famous around the world and it can be very stressful at times

But with your uncle's, dad, mom and your twin, you wouldn't change it for anything

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[eitaababe]

hello! <3 can i please request a neteyam x metkayina!reader oneshot where reader is apprehensive about choosing a mate, she knows everyone expect her to choose asap but prefers the idea of being friends with the person first (having a hard time trusting people easily/opening up). one day, after realizing her feelings for neteyam, she talks to him about this and he says something like “i’d always wait for you”. i’m so sorry if this is too specific, i have a thing for the concept of patient love/slowburn.

(also your writing is so beautiful, i’m in love with everything you post and always look forward for your works.)

TAKE YOUR TIME !

neteyam x metkayina! reader.

a/n — yo this took me forever to finish like i STRUGGLED IM SO SORRY 😭😭 / but SLOWBURNS >>> THEYRE JUST TOO GOOD MAN / also tysm nonnie giving you big smooches

! characters are aged up a few years for sake of plot

—

When the Sully's arrived to awa'atlu, Tsireya practically begged you to help her and her brother teach them your clan's ways. So you agreed, and like her, took a quick liking to one of the brothers.

You slowly grew closer to Neteyam, spending more and more time that started out with helping him breathe correctly, to how to ride his ilu, to eventually just being with him because you enjoyed his presence.

The two of you were currently sitting on the sand underneath a tree, his back to you as he sat in front of you, you re-braiding his hair. "He's just so- ugh! I just don't get why he is so obsessed with making my siblings feel so unwelcome." Neteyam complained, hissing when you pulled too hard.

"For eywa's sake, Neteyam. If I hear you complain about Ao'nung one more time, I'm going to rip my own eardrums out," You sighed, tsking when his hand grabbed your wrist from tugging hard. "Don't be such a baby, you asked me to redo your braids."

Opening his mouth to complain again, Kiri came in, interrupting you two. "Hey Y/n, I think your parents are looking for you."

Silently thanking eywa, Neteyam grinned, shaking his hair out. Kiri looked at her brother in amusement, breaking out into laughter. "You look so stupid, with your hair half done."

"Whatever, I'm going to mom to ask her to finish it for me. Find me once you're down, yeah?" He looked to you, softly rubbing your shoulder as a farewell.

"I will," you assured him, waving bye to his sister as well.

You entered your own marui, greeting your parents. "Oel ngati kameie."

Your parents nodded, gesturing you to come closer. "Daughter, we have something very important to address."

You sat down across from them, wearing a confused look.

"As you know, you're getting older," you nodded slowly, still confused. "Soon enough, you will need to find a mate. We talked to Ruto's parents, and we believe you two would make a fine match."

You shook your head in disagreement. "Father, I barely know Ruto. I've talked to him only once."

"Yes, but he is the son of one of our best hunter's in the clan. He would provide well for you."

"Please," you begged, looking to your mother for help. "Let me choose someone on my own."

Your parents shared a look, sighing as they turned to you. "Fine, we'll let you choose your own mate. But make it quick. We'll be waiting, and if you can't find someone, we'll talk to Ruto's parents about our agreement again."

You left the marui without another word.

Keeping your promise, you still went to the Sully family's marui, clearly shaken. Of course, the idea of being mated was something you thought about frequently, but the pressure of finding one soon so you wouldn't be set up with a stranger was all too much.

Collecting yourself, you called out to the family, Tuk immediately running up to you. "Y/n!" She giggled happily as you picked her up, hugging her close.

"Hi Tuktuk," you chuckled, eyes wandering to her hand, small fingers grasping a band of beads. She reached out to you, offering them. "What's this?"

"I made it for you!" You let her put it on your wrist, and thanked her, carrying her with you as you made your way towards Neteyam and his mother, who was just about finished with his hair.

"Hi y/n." Neytiri greeted, finishing up on her son's last braid. Upon hearing your name, Neteyam quickly looked up, smiling at the sight of you.

"Y/n!" He happily chirped, his eyes wandering towards your wrist. The bead pattern on your bracelet was matching to the one on his necklace, and you both shared a grin at the realization.

Tuk grinned proudly when the both of you shared a look at your matching jewelry, and jumped from your arms to her mothers embrace.

Getting up, Neteyam waved to his mother. "I'll be back before eclipse."

Nodding towards her son, and then you, the two of you made your way out the marui, walking along the shore.

"So, what did your parents want?"

Your smile faded at the mention of your parents. "They want me to pick a mate soon. They're so excited that they've already chosen someone."

"What? Who?" Neteyam panicked, eyes boring into yours.

"Ruto," you glumly replied. "I convinced them to give me some time though. To pick someone I want, not something that's set up. But I really don't have much time."

"Ruto?" he scoffed in disapproval. "He's got the personality of a rock," he joked, smiling when you faintly laughed. "My dads talked to me about the same thing. I just don't really know everyone on the island all that well, you know?"

"I'm sure you'll find someone," you comforted, a small wave crashing before your feet. "There's many beautiful metkayina women here. Sungia is one of the best healers I've seen. Ikla has a beautiful voice. Ezo is also a great dancer-"

"Easy there," Neteyam cut you off, slapping a hand over your mouth to shut up. Licking his palm, he pulled away, wiping his hand on your arm. "Ew! You're like Lo'ak when you do that."

"Maybe next time you shouldn't put your hand on my mouth, then." You laughed. "I was just saying, there's plenty of wonderful girls here. The men, whoever..."

"Don't fret. We'll find you a big, strong, hunter with a personality so you don't end up with Ruto the rock." He teased, lazily wrapping his arm around you and pulling your hair lightly, making you smack him in the stomach.

"Stop messing with my hair, you skxawng!"

Tuk and Neytiri watched the two of you from the marui, silently hoping the two of you would come to your senses soon.

The next few days went by, and you found yourself laying on Tsireya, complaining. "Eywa hates me!" You groaned, glaring up at the girl when she laughed at your declaration. "It isn't funny, Reya."

"It's a little funny, admit it."

"No it's not! My parents are going to force me to mate with this weird guy if I don't find anyone! I just don't get it, Eywa practically handed you Lo'ak, you have nothing to worry about. All the boys on this island are boring or like your brother."

Eyes widening at the dig at Ao'nung, Tsireya didn't scold you for it. "I mean, I'm not saying you're wrong," she softly threaded her hands through your hair as you let out another sigh. "But there has to be someone. What about Neteyam?"

You shot up like a rocket, rapidly shaking your head. "Absolutely not. No. I couldn't even- no. We're just friends."

"You are a terrible liar." Tsireya blankly stated, blinking at you.

"I'm not lying!"

"Have you seen the way you two look at each other? It's like you're in love. No one who is just friends looks at someone like that."

"Look," you started, pushing the thoughts of you and Neteyam as far as you could. "Even if I decided I liked him. That's if. If I did, his father wants him to be mated soon as well. He's Neteyam, I doubt he would settle for someone like me."

"Oh Y/n," Tsireya cooed, grasping your hand lightly. "Don't do that. Do not discount yourself. You are one of the most beautiful women on this island, anyone would be lucky to be your mate. Especially Neteyam."

Smiling gratefully at her, you didn't like the feeling that bubbled up when you pictured being with Neteyam. "Oh whatever. You're just pushing me towards Neteyam because you already like the family." You teased, laughing harder when her cheeks turned purple at the subtle mention of Lo'ak.

You can't help but let the thought of you and Neteyam linger the next few days. Yes, you enjoyed his company, but could you really spend the rest of your life as his mate?

You avoided him, denying that you could ever feel about him in that way. Denying that you shuddered at his touch, that you loved the way his eyes looked, that you loved how he talked, how he-

Ripping you from your thoughts, a pair of arms wrapped around you. "Hi y/n." Your favorite voice spoke, bringing a smile to your face.

"Hi 'Teyam." Yoy cheerfully replied, worries from before now long forgotten.

"You okay?" he asked, a concerned look in his eyes. "You looked like you were deep in thought."

"I'm fine," you assured, brought back to your harsh reality. "Just-"

"Trying to figure out who you could tolerate as a mate?"

You chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Then c'mon, let's go find someone."

Your protests against the idea of spying around the island to look for boys were quickly tossed aside. He was determined to find someone for you, and you couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed that he wanted to find someone for you so soon.

"Rotxo!" Neteyam called out, waving over at the boy. You rolled your eyes, but following the boy as he walked over towards Rotxo.

"Y/n, Neteyam, what are you two up to?"

"Nothing much," you smiled flatly, giving Neteyam a knowing look. "Just walking around the beach, showing him around the island."

"Ah, well, have fun! Let me know if you two need anything."

You both thanked him as you said your farewells and walked away, Neteyam glancing down at you multiple times. "...no?"

"No."

You continued on with your hunt, opting to look from afar rather than engage in a conversation with every boy you saw. You smiled and nodded at guys who didn't seem too bad, but you were silent for the most part. Neteyam wasn't dumb, you may not have been the closest but he could tell something was off. "Hey, we really don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"No, it's- it's fine," you quietly reassured him, letting a moment of silence pass by as you bit the inside of your cheek. "I'm just scared, you know? I'm going to be mated off with someone who I barely even know. Who I'm not even friends with. What if- what if I don't love him? What if he doesn't love me?" You worried, not realizing how Neteyam gently grasped your hand, squeezing it in comfort.

"Hey, you're going to be fine, alright? If you don't want to meet anyone new, maybe you'll grow to be fond of Ruto, and he'll learn to love you. Or maybe you'll even find someone else when you least expect it. But I'll always be here for you, you know that?"

Your heart clenched at the reminder of Ruto, and the limited time you had. You smiled wordlessly up at him, squeezing his hand back. "Thank you, Neteyam."

"Anytime."

Yet you can't help but feel as though everything won't be fine.

With your time running out and no new candidates, you settle for trying to get to know Ruto. You really have no clue where to start, but you find him on his ilu, probably coming back from a hunt.

"Ruto!" You called out, his head snapping up at response of his name. His eyes land on your own and you freeze, not knowing what to do when he sends a small smile your way, and starts heading over towards you.

You begin to panic, rethinking your decisions. What were you even thinking? You barely know him, he's probably just as confused as you are.

Before you can succumb to the rest of your thoughts, an unfamiliar voice snaps you out of it. "Hey, y/n," the boy greets, towering over you, piercing yellow eyes burning i to your own. "What's up?"

"Uhm-" you stutter, swallowing down your suddenly very dry throat. "Just walking around. Wanted to see what you were up to."

Ruto hums, nodding once he finally understands why you came to him. "This is about our- arrangement, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry, that's it's all so awkward. Truth be told I wasn't for it either, but my parents were so insistent," he laughs at you when you groan in frustration. "How about this. We'll get to know each other. And if you really don't want to go through with this, we'll talk to them together."

You take a moment, considering his offer. There was no downside, really, at least for you. One hand, you make your parents and everyone else happy by finding a mate, or you get what you really want, a chance to finally get to know somebody, and take your time in choosing.

"Deal."

You and Ruto spent the next couple days together practically every minute, choosing activities that the other enjoyed, and learning more about each other the more you were together. Your parents were pleased at the interaction and word around the village traveled fast, everyone chattering about how you finally found 'the one'.

Neteyam ended up finding out the news from Lo'ak. Yes, it was his idea, but he couldn't help the way his heart sank when everyone was talking about you and your new mate, and how he was able to confirm the news with his own eyes when he spotted you two.

He sat in his family's marui, quieter than usual. Kiri and Lo'ak quickly noticed, exchanging knowing looks. "If you scrunch your face like that any longer, it's going to be permanent."

"Shut up, Lo'ak."

"I'm just saying. He's had that god awful pout on his face the past few days, it's bringing my mood down. What's wrong?"

Glaring his sibling's way, Neteyam only shook his head, eyes averting to the ocean. "Nothing's wrong."

"Something seems pretty wrong to me," Lo'ak stated, shrugging and leaning back casually. "Ever since y/n has been out and about with Ruto lately you seem all alone and missing her company and-"

The younger brother paused, mouth agape while his hand flies to cover it. "OH EYWA! You like y/n!"

"You are so slow sometimes, Lo'ak," Kiri rolled her eyes in annoyance, looking to Neteyam who seemed just about as surprised as his brother. "Don't tell me- you just realized too?"

She took his silence as a yes and pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing at both her brothers stupidity. "Neteyam, you cannot. She's betrothed to Ruto."

"I know." He replied quietly.

"And her parents aren't likely to change their minds."

"I know."

"And she actually seems to be enjoying his company lately."

"I know."

"So you better hurry up and tell her how you feel."

"I kn- wait, what?" Neteyam cut himself off, head swiveling to face the two. They only shrugged, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "I can't just- just go and tell her how I feel."

"Why not? I mean really, what do you have to lose. If it doesn't work out then she ends up with Ruto anyways."

"You're not making me feel any better."

"Just go!"

So, like a man on a mission, Neteyam hurried to find you, only to see you with Ruto once more. He pauses mid-stride, wondering if this is really the best way to go about it. But in a moment of courage he acts on instinct, approaching you two.

You speak first, and when your laugh turns silent he can't help but feel as if he's intruding. "Neteyam? What's going on?"

"I just-" he stops himself, seeing Ruto stand next to you. He sees the way you two look together, almost perfect. Your beauty matches his own looks, and in no doubt would he provide well for you. His heart hammers in his chest, and cowardly, he averts the topic. "I was wondering if you've seen Ezo. I was thinking of taking you and my father's advice about reaching out to other women on the island."

"Oh," you quietly exclaimed, clearing your throat for whatever reason. "She was by the reef with Rotxo, last time I saw her."

He quickly thanked you and walked off, missing the way your face fell, and how Ruto was quick to console you.

"I guess I was wrong," you softly spoke, now sitting with both Tsireya and Ruto. Their eyes held sympathy for you, trying their best to help you in this complicated situation. "I mean, I really thought I had it all figured out. Me and Ruto were going to tell our parents that it isn't going to happen with us, and that I want to take it slow with someone I had in mind. And then he just- drops this on me!"

Tsireya rubs her hand on your shoulder in comfort, feeling sorry for her best friend. "Well- maybe it didn't even go well between them. For all we know, he could hate Ezo right now."

"Nobody hates Ezo." You state, Ruto quietly agreeing but still earning a glare from Tsireya.

"Maybe, just maybe, you should tell Neteyam how you feel anyways. He's looking for other women, but he's blind to the one just in reach."

"I don't know-" You start to protest, almost immediately getting cut off by both Ruto and Tsireya.

"No," they start, Ruto speaking up after. "You're going to tell Neteyam how you feel. Stop sulking on your butt and go get your man."

You whine and stomp your feet, childlike, before finally getting up. "Fine, I'm going. If this all goes wrong I'm blaming you both."

"Looking forward to it. Have fun!"

You wander along the sand, looking out of place and feeling more uncomfortable as more time passes. You try to spot Neteyam's dark blue skin, but to no avail, are unable to find him amongst the crowd of metkayina men.

Walking aimlessly and just about to give up on your search, you finally see him with Ezo, which is unsurprising. You can't decide if you should greet them, hide behind a tree, or hope that the ocean swallows you whole at any given moment. You opt for the latter, standing there awkwardly.

Neteyam greets you before you can say anything, and they both walk to you, and you decide to meet them halfway. They both wear a wide grin, and the sight feels like someone stabbed a dagger through your chest.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were with Ruto." Neteyam curiously piped up, making your chest throb even more when you think, he doesn't even want to see you.

"He just had some duties," you lie, shrugging carelessly. "I was just walking along here before I go back to my marui. What were you two up to?" You asked, hoping you wouldn't regret it.

"Well we spent most of the day together," Neteyam answered you, the truth making it feel like someone was slowly chipping away at your heart. "We swam and went on rides with the ilus..." he kept telling you about their day, but you stopped listening, zoning out.

We, we, we. It was funny how such a small word could cause you so much pain.

"Well that's lovely!" You faked a smile, blinking rapidly before tears would fall down your face. You turned away hastily, making your way in the opposite direction while yelling a jumble of words. Something along the lines of, "Wouldn't want to be in the way, see you later!"

Your face burns with embarrassment, thinking you could just march up and tell Neteyam that you want him, and he would willingly accept you. You think you got away, and then you hear him run up from behind you, making you shut your eyes tightly and hope he won't notice the red in your eyes.

"Y/n?" He called out worriedly, turning you around to face him, your eyes opening involuntarily. Ezo is nowhere to be seen, yet you really can't find it in you to care all that much. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Neteyam questions, on making you want to cry harder.

"So much," you croak, trying to stop your voice from cracking as you continued to talk. "So much is wrong. I'm such a mess. I met Ruto and I became friends with him but I can't even get myself to like him, and then I feel like everything's hopeless, and that I won't find someone I like here and then I meet you," you sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, "and for the longest I can't comprehend what I feel for you and by the time I realize it's too late because you've already went off and found another girl."

"Hey," he soothes, head dipping down so his eyes can meet your own. "Who says I don't feel the same way about you?"

"Even if you did," you cried out hopelessly, all your pent up feelings unraveling in front of the one person you didn't want it to. "You'd have to wait so long. I don't- I don't want to rush into this. It's tedious, having to wait for someone like me when there's girls like Ezo who are ready for you now."

"There's nothing tedious about waiting for the girl you want to be ready," Neteyam spoke softly still, his thumb rubbing against the inner part of your forearm. "And I don't want girls like Ezo," he laughed, his other hand cupping your cheek. "I want you."

Before you even have the chance to protest, or come up with some dumb excuse or reason why you aren't fit for him he presses his lips to yours, deeming it the best way to shut you up. His lips mold against yours almost perfectly, and he finally pulls away, his smile brighter than any stars in the sky. "I only want you," he whispers, lips brushing against yours once more.

"So take your time, alright?"

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I saw your thor/Tyr fic and I loved it! I dont know if your taking request for god of war but can you do a fic or headcanon about a gay thor accepting he likes guys with a m reader and perhaps getting jealous when he sees him talking to others. Omg that be so cute!

I couldn't have died a Greater Death | Thor

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Reader: male| Thor x Egyptian God! Male Reader (romantic)

Notes: This got so long that it actually lags when I scroll. This has all nine yards, cute, sad...death. also. I feel like I didn't even fulfill the request all the way. Im sorry 😭😭

Warnings: major character death, mention of blood

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"Y/n!" A young Thor called, "Y/n! Where are you!"

The young man was freezing his ass off in the snow, another mission he was sent on by his father.

"Y/n!"

There was laughing, loud laughing as Y/n shot past him on a half downed log through the snow.

"Catch me now Bitch!" Y/n laughed, shouting as the log went off the cliff side.

"Im okay!" Y/n shouted, he had barely grabbed onto the cliff, as the log went into the nearby frozen lake.

He sighed as he made it up onto safe ground, his body laying out flat in the plush snow.

Thor made his way over, standing over him.

"Are you done now?" Thor asked looking at the black haired teen.

Y/n smiled, "Snows amazin isnt it? I never liked the heat anyway."

"Hm." Thor hummed, picking y/n up by the back of his shirt and putting him on his feet.

"Hey. You're gettin stronger." Y/n smiled.

"I've always been stronger than you." Thor argued, "you're a runt."

"I am not." Y/n defended, "I just....look different."

"Your looks do not matter." Thor said, pulling Y/n's arm up, "it's your arms, they're thin. Eat more."

"Get out of here." Y/n dismissed with a laugh and a headshake, walking off into the snow, Thor walking off, Y/n following behind him.

Thor liked Y/n, he was different, both in looks, and deminer. Unlike most people of his usual world, Y/n wore larger than usual eyes that were set to be blacker than the night sky, with hair just as dark, and done in thick braids, decorated with odd beads, strings tied throughout, and other odd small decorations. Thor had even put in some wooden beads he carved himself, with little runes in them for protection. Y/n wore black paint as he thought it on his eyes, often smeared and messed up after their adventures. He didn't understand exactly where in the mortal realm did Y/n come from: and Y/n never told, he kept it a secret; it was always a fun one.

'Nah, tellin' ya would be too easy.'

'You gotta guess it yourself, Thunder boy.'

Perhaps his hair was just different than others, and he liked wearing paint, he wore the usual: the normal, for any regular around their stomping grounds to wear.

"This is it," Thor said, looking into the cave.

"What are we looking for exactly?"

"A crystal."

Y/n hummed, "That's it? Seems simple enough-"

The teen was cut off by a roar, coming from deep within the cave, "Now that makes more sense." Y/n spoke on his own defense marching his way in casually.

"You're going to get yourself killed."

"Oh come on, can't be that hard now. Can it?" Y/n argued with a smile, Thor following him inside.

Y/n made it to the cavern entrance, he looked around at the crystal-filled room.

"Would you look at this place?" Y/n smiled looking back, "Thor! Come on!"

He made it into the cave, odd nothing was attacking them.

"Come on, we should grab what you need." Y/n told, "Just a few right?"

"Yeah."

It was a simple mission really; grab some crap, and make it back to Asgard, Y/n was busy breaking some of the smaller crystals off the larger clusters as Thor picked a few of the larger ones in before tossing them in a sack together and closing it off with some string.

"Look, and I'm still standing."

"Surprisingly."

"Come on, you'd be lost without me."

Y/n got no comment as the two left the way they came in, back into the snow.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Thor told.

Y/n nodded, "Tomorrow."

Thor started walking off before pausing and turning around, "Thanks,"

"Hey, thank me for trusting me a bit more eh?" Y/n joked, the smile never leaving his face, "meet you at the usual?"

Thor nodded and was gone in an instant, his usual mode of transportation.

Out from its cave came a Serpopared, a creature with the head and body of a lion, the neck of a giraffe, and a snake, with a snake tonnage.

"Good boy," Y/n hummed, its head hanging in reach of Y/n's hands ready for a head pat in good work, which he received, "Let's go home now, I know they're bound to be some souls for you to torture in the Nile, El Naddahha is always busy at work."

With an odd purr, it was in agreement as they ventured home, back to the deserts of Egypt, where the Nile river provided their resource, and the reeds were plentiful.

Sneaking back to Egypt was the easy part, it was what resided next that was troublesome.

Making it across the Durat was the hard part and often-

"You idiot!" A harsh smack across the back of the head.

"Ow!" Y/n complained.

"Do you have any idea what would happen if father caught you! Again!" Anubis argued.

"Oh get your cat ears out of your own ass," Y/n argued.

"Jackal." He glared.

"right-right whatever. you dopey dog." Y/n argued looking up at his brother, "Where is your mask anyway? Off duty?"

"Im out here, looking for you, you idiot!"

"what? me? why?" Y/n argued, "You hate me."

"It's the sixteenth day!" Anubis argued, Y/n looking at him with wide eyes.

"Ohhh!" Y/n aspirated letting it fall flat soon after; "yeah I have no idea-"

"Khonshu! Ring a bell!?" Anubis shouted, Y/n shrugged Anubis groaned in annoyance, "Your coronation! We're you take one of our mother's roles as death! You're being 'Offically' brought into the royal family at the highest moon point of the damn month!"

It finally clicked.

"FUCK!"

"YEAH, NO SHIT FUCK Y/N! YOU HAVE MERE HOURS TO PREPARE!"

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

The two quickly rushed along, Y/n tripping along the way before his brother simple picked him up and rushed off to the palace. Where Anbuis bursted through the door with his brother in arms.

"I have him!"

"Oh thank the nile!" There mother praised, rushing over as Y/n was sat his feet, "Quickly! Quickly! Now!"

Y/n was thrown in a cold bath, hair quickly unbeaded, un twisted and then un braided.

"Where were you!" His mother argued pacing, "Do you have any idea how long we've been looking for you!"

"Im sorry mother-"

"This is why we prepare in advance, we are prepared, your father luckily thinks I've been pampering you this whole time-"

"Mother you are pacing again-" Anbuis spoke up, but it didnt stop her rant of worry, and pancing.

"I just. This has to be perfect! Its not everyday you give your child a part of a mortal life cycle!- the sphinx! Are you and Sphinx friends dear!? The Nile Siren?!-"

"Yes mother-"

"Good. Good! Souls are important with the dead. They must! Must always be carried through! You must guide them! Durat is quite a hard walk, I suppose -"

"Mother." Y/n spoke, "everything works out as it should."

"Right. Right of course."

"Lets get you some rose tea mother." Anbuis spoke taking there mother along leaving Y/n to quickly finish bathing.

He was quick to do so, glad no one had asked about his previous clothing and quickly hid those away before dressing in formal attire, asking polietely for some servents help, and recieved his father instead.

Fuck.

"You called for help-"

"Father. Uh. Sir."

"Sit."

"But-"

"Sit."

Y/n took a seat on the bench, his father brushing through his hair getting ready to have it decorated once more.

"You ran off again."

"No..."

"Y/n."

"Fine." Y/n argued, "I did. Okay."

"Where to?" Osiris questioned.

Y/n was silent he knew his father didnt like the North, "The...North....far...north"

"The North!?" His father argued, "What in Ra's rays were you doing there!? The Aesir are there! The North Men!"

Y/n was silent, "I know. But the snow!"

Osiris sighed, "The North Men, the Aesir. They throw the wolrds out of balance."

"Why?"

"Because there One true ruler is greedy, he does not take his roll as he should. Child You must understand this." He explained, now infront of Y/n, "They Faulter moon by moon. There ruler does nothing but break them down resfusing to rebuild."

Y/n looked down in silence, it was clear to anyone the knews was distrauting.

His father grabbed his chin to make him look at him: "Do you know why I named you Y/n." He asked softly.

"To single me out? Y/n's not exactly a famous name around here."

Osiris sighed, "To show, you will be different, that it is your strength. You will rule death as no one has before. But you must understand there are things that must happen. Things you must be wary of. That means no more far North Traveling."

"Dad-"

"As your god I demanded it of you." His father spoke dropping his chin, "as your father. I beg of you. Keep the Durat safe, your family. "

"I-"

"Yes that includes Anbuis even if you hate him."

Y/n pouted, as Osiris raised an eyebrow awaiting his sons answer.

"Fine..."

"You will be great my son. I know you will."

Y/n was silent most the rest of the day, the Coronation, seemed deafening, he seemed numb, the life drained from his face, his eyes.

He was rewarded with a much simpler head peice, like his mothers, it crowned his head in a flow of golden perils, Lapis Lazuli dangled down infront of his eyes as a veil and turquoise framed his face.

The family sat on there thrones while the party happened below. Y/n adorned in gifts, prized materials, and even a mythical beast: the Sphinx: gifted with the face of a human, the body of a lion, wings of a eagle the horns of a ram, and snake tails.

It is large in size and could topple anyone by simply laying back. Y/n took to the floor, the animal laying down as Y/n accompanied it, leaning against the beast as he stroked its fur.

That was all Y/n really moved that night, staring off into space with the non stop stroking of the fur. What was Thor doing? What would he be doing? Drinking seemed something he'd do. Trainning maybe. Yet getting yelled at by his father was most reasonable and likely.

The next few days Y/n would feel horrible, determined to sneak away the next day: but was always busy, Death this, Death that, Death here, Death this Pharoh, Death that Pharoh. Soon Y/n stopped, stopped trying to sneak away, he had to. Along with that, his worst nightmare: fitting into the everlasting role too perfectly passed on from his mother to him. Death wasn't all that bad: not like people cooked it up to be, at least. The nagging, the painful nagging; Day after Day, Night after Night. Soul after Soul. He grew from his teenage self to his adult final self, his brothers by his sides; rulers of the underworld, gods to the past on souls that were found through the Durat.

"You're upset," Horus spoke, walking up the stairs where Y/n lay with his Sphinx, reading a text.

"I suppose," Y/n spoke.

"Why? If I may ask."

"You don't get bored here?" Y/n argued, "Get, dead tired of the same thing over and over again?"

"I suppose." Horus spoke, grabbing a grape from one of the many bowls set on pedestals, "Mhm, this is good."

Y/n sighed looking over, Horus indulging himself in grapes, "Just take the whole bowl would you?"

He took it as told, and with a grin.

"Anyway." He spoke, mouth full, but soon stopped himself, swallowing what fruit he had in his mouth, "What would mortals do without my gates? It's how we get in and out anyway."

"You've never been to the mortal world-"

"Yeah, I have-"

"no! Horus!" Y/n defended, "There's more! more out there! Snow!"

"Snow?" Horse asked, "What's snow?"

"It's white! It's fluffy! It's water! But like, cotton!" y/n explained.

"Like the reeds of the Nile! When we use to beat each other with them."

"Yeah! Just like that! when they explode! but it's cold! Real cold!"

"lets go then! Where do we find it!"

"North."

Horus paused, "North? How far North?"

"Far...North...?"

"The Norse Men!" Horus argued, "What the fuck! Do you have any idea what's happening Far North!?"

"No?"

"Remember the story father use to tell us? About the Fallen stars?"

"The gods, yeah."

"You read a lot, it's Olympus"

"Zeus' playground?"

"The archer that shoots down the stars with arrows of axes and knives, he killed the gods." Horus explained taking a seat next to Y/n, "He lives. I overheard Father speaking of it to the old soldiers; he's tearing through gods left and right. If he learns of us: father- mother- who knows what will happen."

"But we didn't do anything."

"That old Norseman they call the All-Father has a way of getting into people's heads. He has a soldier, that controls thunder; they say he tore down one of their nine realms and all the people within it..."

Y/n leaned back, unsettled, "Look, I get it. You're adventurous, but be careful. If they find a way, here imagine the shit that could happen."

"Yeah... I get it." Y/n responded Horus nodding.

"In times like this, we must be careful. You must be careful." Horus told, Y/n nodding in return.

Y/n watched his brother leave before rushing for Papyrus and ink. Who was he to write to? Thor after all these years? To the All Father?

He called for his personal Heron, it decorated with a thin gold collar and golden wing tips for protection.

"Take this." Y/n told her, writing on the paper as quick as he could, before rolling it and tying it off, "To the one you believe that will help me. Im trusting you."

Tying it to the Heros collar he smiled at the bird solemnly, "lets hope its not as bad as they say...go on now."

With Y/n's last words, the Heron left.

It would make the journey through the Durat flying high above in the starry sky, through the doors of Horus, and out into the living breathing world: north was his goal; far north. Into the now ever snows, through the forest and into the entrance of the Yggdrasil tree, where it flew along its roots. Avoiding the young Nidhogg that snapped up at her as she landed infront of the mother to gain entrence.

A squalbble here from the Heron and a gruff from the Nidhogg allowing the messenger passage up the tree and into its various branches. It landing on the branch Ratatosk sat on most of its time when called upon.

"Get! Get out of here!" Sindri shouted and attempted to shoo the bird away, "Go! Go away!"

But no avail, as the bird left its perch and swooped in through a window, causing a ruckus and more shouting from Sindri.

"What the hell!-"

"Grab it!"

"Don't hurt it! Its just a bird!" Atreus argued, stopping anyone from making brash movements, "Its just scared"

"And it looks like it came with a message." Mimir spoke up, the bird walking closer to Atreus. He realzing the peice of paper rolled and tied to the collar, he carefully undoing in.

"Where's it from? Another realm?" Freya asked.

"Another god heard of your handy work, Kratos." Freyr joked.

"What does it say Atreus?" Kratos questioned.

"Anyone knows a Y/n? From...E. e. Far, far south? He's one of the gods of death." Atreus explained reading the paper, "He's talking about the desecration of the snow people from the snow realm... the giants and Jötunheimr!"

"What does the god of death want with you?" Freya asked.

Atreus didn't answer reading over the paper, "it's not for me, it's...for you father."

"Continue on then Atreus."

"He's asking for you to come to...uh..."

Atreus looked at Freya and lifted it up to her, she looked over the letter; "Egypt Atreus, it's pronounced Egypt. An Egyptian god is asking for your appearance in the Durat."

"A new enemy for you to face then Kratos?" Týr questioned.

"I am not sure."

"Sign your name with a golden feather from the Heron, and throw the scroll into the fire, it will take you and whoever you wish to his palace, and the Heron will guide you" Freya explained, "if he simply wishes to talk, I would go: he could be a useful ally during Ragnarök."

"hm. I will consider his allyship until I feel it will falter the slightest."

"That is reasonable, I will accompany you," Freya explained.

"Very well. Atreus-"

"I want to go! If he knows anything about the giants!-"

"Go grab your thinks, and be quick." Kratos finished, Atreus nodding as he quickly went to grab his things.

"It will be different from our land, we must be careful." Freya explained, "We don't know anything about this god or the company he keeps."

Atreus was quick to come back, he told to sign the paper as the three walked over to the fireplace, Atreus throwing it in as instructed. Open came to a rift and in went the Heron, Kratos keeping his son back as he entered first.

"It's sand," Atreus spoke kicking around some of the sand below his feet the wind blowing causing some to blow into his face, " Ew its in my mouth!"

"Come." Kratos told, the Heron walking forward, and up the steps of the palace.

Atreus followed behind the close he could, he anamored by the decorative walls, with carvings and markings he's never seen.

"Father- Look!-"

He stopped seeing his father gone, "oh no, no, no, no."

Atreus went running down the hall, he lost in the many halls.

"Pst."

"Huh."

"Pst!"

He turned around quickly with a drawn bow, a creature about the size of his friends Sindri and Brok, maybe smaller, in the middle of the hall, walking closer he realized it was a statue.

Turning back around he went searching.

"Pst!"

A bite on his ankle caught him off gaurd.

"Ow!"

"Pst!"

Another bite.

"Hey!"

What seemed like just one turned into two, and two turned into ten, ten to twenty, and soon after, they piled up, small creatures with sharp teeth, they all idendical in size and shape.

"Hey! Hey! Get off!" Atreus shouted trying to get on off his back, "woah!"

He fell backwards, they grabbing him and dragging him along.

"Hey! Get! Off!"

Y/n sat in his throne room. His throne was gone, and it was replaced with a large rug, which him and his beast of a friend laid on. Two gaurds, statues, jackal headed stood tall as they opened the doors.

Y/n contuined stroking the beast he laid on, invested in his writing. The Heron coming in to intruppt his work.

Y/n looked over, stroking the featers of the bird before it flew off.

"Hault!"

"They're my guest." Y/n interviened the jackals as they stopped, returning to there post.

"You...called upon us..." Kratos spoke up.

Y/n put down the paper.

"You are gods of the nine realms?"

"No."

"One of you are."

"That would be me." Freya spoke up.

"And You? I heard you were the god killer. You'd surely answer what I seek."

"Master! Master!" A group called.

"Hey! Let me go!" Atreus shouted being dragged in the room.

"Atreus-"

"We found an intruder-"

"Unhand him." Y/n ordered the Bes.

"Yes Master."

They dropped him on the ground, along with his things.

"Apologies. This is one of your people?"

"He is my son." Kratos spoke.

"I apologize once again." Y/n told, Atreus standing up and grabbing his things.

"They're not very friendly."

"They're not ment to be." Y/n informed, "I will have new arrows crafted for you, and a bow in regards."

"What do you want?" Freya asked with a sharp tounage.

"Your knowledge." Y/n explained, "the people who live in the snow realm-"

"The giants in Jötunheimar." Atreus spoke up, "you know about that? All the way out here?"

"It was a story my father told me often. To scare me away from the North." Y/n informed, "I am sure curosity has led you down the dark path before. As it does all."

"To what does this have with us." Kratos inquired.

"The god who did it." Y/n told his solemn, "who, who was it."

Freya glanced at Kratos, he glancing back at her, it was for but a moment.

"Thor," Freya spoke, "Son of-"

"Odin...yes. I know." Y/n responded, clearing his throat, "Is he dead? The God of Thunder?"

"You know of him, do you not?" Kratos questioned.

"I do. Yes." Y/n told, "did. I did know him once..."

Y/n stood up walking down the steps of the pedestal he was placed on, and ended infront of Kratos.

"I feel you understand best what it is to loose someone."

"We all loose someone one day."

Y/n nodded, "I have yet to ask your name. God killer isnt good image on the youth."

"I am Kratos, this is Atreus my son. And...Freya."

"Don't forget me brother."

Kratos pulled a head from his belt, "and-"

"Mimir." Y/n smiled, "Thor use to talk quiet alot of shit about you. Though you still had a body I suppose."

"Well, your Highness, I dont know if I should be flattered or should be worried."

Y/n chuckled, "Depends on your ego."

"That it does."

Y/n smiled small, but it soon dropped, "Now. I suppose I should offer you a deal."

"A deal?" Kratos asked.

"Agreement. Favors for Favors." Y/n spoke, "come with me you three and a third."

Mimir only chuckled at the small joke, Y/n leading them from the throne room, and through the palace.

Atreus was by his side, he was interested in all the things that showed up in this palace, from the wall decor to the clothes Y/n wore on his body, he was especially interested in the animals, between the creature that followed close behind them once resting with the God to the creatures that had dragged him into the throne room.

Y/n brought them into a library, it vast, and well decorated in precious gems stones and jewels, frescos stories of the past present and possible future,

"Feel free to explore." Y/n told Atreus.

"Really?" He asked.

Y/n smiled and nodded, "Yes. Dont fear the scarbs. They are friendly, and will help you."

Atreus looked up at his father, "it is safe?" Kratos questioned.

"Yes."

"Very well."

Atreus nodded and wandered off to explore.

"What is this. Deal you wish to make."

"You may have anything." Y/n explained, "With not cost. No soul reaped, no price to pay."

"This is a deal." Freya spoke, "that means we give something to you. Thats how these things work."

"Tell me where I can find Thor."

"Asgard."

"How do I get to Asgard."

That caused Freya to chuckle. This must've been a joke.

"You can't." Freya spoke, "Its not something you can so easily get into. You'll need the man who built it."

"The fire giant..." Y/n spoke.

"How do you know of Sutur." Kratos questioned, Y/n looking his way.

"I read." Y/n explained, walking off the two following him, "I read quite a bit honestly. It's what I do in my spare time."

"Your highness if I may." Mimir spoke, "Why must you see the god of thunder? You are death are you not?"

"That... should be self explaitionary, I suppose." Y/n responded.

"You plan to kill Thor?" Freya asked.

"I plan to reason with him: then kill him if I must."

"Your highness pardon the intrusion."

Y/n looked down at the rabbit creature fur painted as if it was the skeleton showing.

"Yes."

He was handed a scroll opening it he looked through it, "burn him alive till the next highest moon."

"That is not until next month."

"Burn him. Alive." Y/n ordered.

"Very well."

The creature hopped away with the scroll back in hand.

"A criminal punishment, I suppose." Mimir inquired.

"An animal abuser." Y/n responded, "Im quiet found of there afterlife punishment."

"I'd hate to be living under your rule as a criminal." He responded.

Y/n hummed and contuined on, "Now to show my gratitude and apology, these will help you."

Y/n stopped at a scroll self, and sifted through them, "These."

He pulled out a few handed them to Kratos and Freya, "Easy access, vanishing magic, it'll help you in a pinch. These do not need fire. Just a simple open and drop of blood if you're in such a rush."

"Thank you." Freya thanked, Y/n nodded.

"Freya go for Atreus. We will follow behind."

"Kratos I-"

Kratos looked back at her, she nodding and walking off.

"A private question you have?" Y/n asked they contuining their chat through the libary.

"You do this all for love," Kratos examined, "am I wrong?"

"If I must be honest with you, I do not know myself."

"Mhm..." he hummed, "It is a dangerous game which you dabble in."

"Fighting with Thor."

"Not knowing what you feel." He explained, "it is not my right to judge or to deny you of any emotion. Yet it is more dangerous than any physical battle you may face."

"You've ran into him before?" Y/n asked.

"He blew a hole into the roof of my house while we battled."

"Ah." Y/n rubbed the back of his neck, "I can get that fixed for you."

"You may be able to fix a hole in a roof. But you can not fix everything." Kratos explained a tinge to his voice, he showed concern, "I have learned that the hard way. It becomes harder as you become a father in my own circumstances."

"Your son is very polite, you have done well."

"I worry for him still."

Y/n chuckled, "You sound like my own old man."

"He is protective of you. He is worried all fathers worry for their child no matter their age."

There was laughter in the distance, Atreus enjoying the beast known as the Sphinx, petting it happily, Freya watching him with a smile.

"Did you see the beatles?" Atreus asked Freya, who nodded.

"Scarbs." The rabbit next to him correct, similar in coat of the previous one, "They help in protecting the libary."

"Scarbs." Atreus nodded in understandment.

The rabbit nodded, "They protect the scrolls most importantly -"

"Enteraining the guest now, are we sarcophagus Bringer?"

The rabbit looked back and hopped over, "My royal Highness, I was just coming your way. The man you wished burned is being dragged across the Durat now. The soul sands are not very happy with him. The caines of Set are also havin a go at him."

"Good." Y/n spoke, "I will be going on...an outing."

The rabbit nodded, "Would you like assistance, my royal highness,"

"No. Sagi is all I will need." Y/n responded, the Sphinx coming at the call of the name, "I will see you later on. For work."

"Of course, my royal highness."

Y/n watched as the rabbit hopped off and Atreus and Freya joined back up with the two.

"So. What's the plan?" Atreus asked.

"Y/n has gotten what he has asked for." Kratos responded, "he will aid us in upcoming events."

"You're gonna fight at Ragnarök with us?" Atreus asked.

"It is a possibility." Y/n spoke, "For now. I go to Thor."

"You have a way into Asgard?" Atreus asked, "How?"

"I do not have a way." Y/n responded, "not now."

Atreus thought for a moment, "You can't travel between all the realms?" Atreus asked.

"Yes, but I have to worry about the wall."

"The bird." Freya commented.

"My Heron?" Y/n asked.

"It can scale Surtur's wall. It will be seen as a messenger from another god." Freya explained, "And therefore not be shot down."

"That could work," Y/n responded, whistling for the Heron who came flying in quickly.

He was quick to grab an empty scroll from a drawer with a pen and ink, he filled out the scroll quickly, tying it off and tying it to the Heron as he had done before.

"Asgard, to Thor." Y/n told her, "May Ra guide you."

The heron quickly took off down the hall with speed and looked back at the group; "Now, let's get you all home, I've kept you for far too long."

Y/n was quick to return them home, Atreus stopping before he left.

"You'll be okay? Against Thor?"

Y/n nodded, "I appreciate the sentiment, but I can handle myself."

"Well, what happens if you need help? He hurt my father pretty bad." He admitted.

Y/n chuckled, "I am a death young one."

"Yeah but...my dads kinda a big deal," Atreus spoke with a smile.

"He is." Y/n chuckled, thinking for a moment, "Here."

Y/n called for a Rabbit with a scroll and box, it quickly hopped it's way to Y/n, "This. Will open a rift, to help you get to me at any time."

Y/n handed it to Atreus, "And this."

Opening the box he took out a necklace, a scarab engraved on it; "Will guide you when you are lost."

Y/n put it on Atreus, he startled slightly when its lid sprung open, "Woah..."

A little Beatle inside solid gold, with a small jade design, was the guide.

"here."

Atreus took off his necklace which held a jade-colored arrowhead, "Friends?"

Y/n chuckled, "friends indeed Atreus."

He nodded, and Y/n watched him leave. Though the smile soon dropped from Y/n's face, he had business to attend to. With quick steps, he rushed to his chambers and pulled out the chest from under his bed, it help old clothing of the Far North. It made for the cold and harsh winters the North often faced. Y/n was quick to change, leaving his royal garments and jewelry on the bed.

Killing Thor seemed like the easy option. The easy way out, it would end many problems but would start one for himself.

The Heron had landed in Asgard, a drunk Thor slouched in the backside of the Meed Hall, out of meed and out of patients, for himself out of all.

The Heron stood infront of Thor, "stupid bird..."

He tried swinging at it, but to no avail, the bird simply moving out the way before it settled itself in the shade besides Thor, tired from its adventures.

"You're not... bad..." Thor spoke, and with a drunken chuckle, he pet the Heron's back feathers with a heavy hand. Only then did he realize the scroll hooked to it.

Thor took the scroll rather roughly, the Heron snapped at his fingers, in annoyance.

Thor, the god of Thunder: drunk, mindless, tired. Awoken with a simple letter, it one sentence, five simple words; five words that meant someone was alive: and well.

'meet you at the usual?'

Thor looked to the side, the bird quiet as it kept itself, its own body huddled together to look like a loaf of colorful bread, it taking its long deserved break.

"You need some fish hm?"

The Heron looked his way, allowing itself to be picked up and carried away to be fed fresh caught fish and fresh water.

Y/n sat in a tree, the sky starting to fall, the changing of day to night skys, breezes froze and hurt as they hit too hard against skin. Y/n was wrapped in furs, clothing known around the area, allowing him to blend. He wondered what Thor looked like now, how much had he grown, perhaps Y/n was taller than him now? Perhaps shorter. Maybe Y/n's spark died, and Thor picked it up so that along the years.

The crunching of snow soon came into earshot. Fresh powder against old boots.

The Heron landed in a tree, mostly for safety: it there happened to be a battle. This would be only where death was previlent.

Y/n stood up from his spot in the tree, hiding behind the thick bole of the tree, which reached far into the sky, carefully he climbed branches, making sure to use whatever cover he could use.

The red hair, that was the same: the ginger tone against the snow was an easy call out to anyone, friend or foe. He was larger than Y/n remembered, a beard finally grown in. It almost made him laugh: Thor could never grow one while they were younger, and it was one of the things they picked on each other about; their insecurities jokes to one another: but never to one outside the duo.

Tattoos adorned what body he could see on the man. Adding to what he had before, Y/n had left. It was quite a collection now. Speaking of the now, it was made clear: Thor would always be bigger, stronger bodied, and strong hearted Y/n hopped.

Despite how he wished to glide down the snowu mountian with a log screaming at the top of his lungs. This god, this man: was a killer: a man of genocide of a realm, a destroyer of peace; of families of humanity.

Yet Y/n still wished to call him friend.

Y/n pulled his hood up and cleared his throat, catching Thor's attention.

"God of Thunder of the Far North." Y/n pronouned.

"And who is it to you?" He snapped.

"I am the one who speaks of death from the sands of the far south from the Durat?" Y/n told dropping down from the tree into the snow.

"Is that suppose to mean something to me?"

"I come on half of the dead."

"So what you're here to kill me?"

"The dead giants." Y/n defended, "and a dead friendship."

Y/n pulled his hood down: he wished not to speak of killing one of another, perhaps thats why he gave in.

"Well aint this peachy?" Thor snarked, Y/n looking at him solemnly.

"Thor- Trust me to tell the truth, Please." Y/n pleaded.

"Last time I trusted you! You left me." Thor argued.

"You think I had a choice?" Y/n spoke in defense, "because there's not a day in my solitary that I do not think about the past mistake!"

"You could have told me!"

"And did what?! Thor what would have that have done!?"

"I would have kept my only friend! You could of been there for me!"

"I did what I did for you!"

"Don't lie to me with that bullshit!!"

"What bullshit!? That I care?!"

"Yes!"

Y/n took a step back, a hand covering his mouth with a heavy sigh he soon pinching the bridge of his nose, hand rubbing over his face.

Thor watched; this wasn't how he planned it; emotions got the better half of both of them - yet the uncomfortable silence allowed them a break, a moment to recollect.

Y/n looked....different, he looked tired, most notably the thick stripes of white hair that had most noteably made its stay on his hair, his eyes darkened in tired, and no longer held stars in them. He got bigger: taller, lean as he just remembered it, how could a few changes make someone look so different?

Y/n side eyed him: catching his gaze and both locking on.

"Good to see God hood has treated you as shit as it has me." Y/n responded.

"There is nothing good about being a god." Thor answered, Y/n chuckled.

"You're not wrong." Y/n answered, breaking his gaze once the Heron landed down.

"You did good, girl." Y/n spoke, petting the Heron softly.

"So you're a god now," Thor told: finally addressing the time before.

"Mhm..." Y/n responded, "unfortunately. Godhood isn't what I wanted for my life, you'd know that better than anyone."

He gruffed under his breath.

"You may go," Y/n told the Heron, quickly taking off back to Y/n's palace, "But we're not here to talk about me."

"Then what?"

"You." Y/n responded, "You're killing is useless."

"God of the dead, uneasied by death."

"You'd know we well enough to know." Y/n answered.

"Then you're just as naive as you use to be." Thor defended watching Y/n walk towards him.

"Just like you'll always be taller than me." Y/n smiled weakly.

Thor looked down at him, his eyesbrows giving it away as usual. They knitted together, and Y/n's words had gotten to him. Thor's eyes faulted next, searching Y/n's face for some answer.

"Death...in my world. In my peoples beliefs, the afterlife is beautiful, but death: death is the same thing: sad, and takes anyone." Y/n started, his hand coming up to Thor's face, he careful with his touch as he cupped Thor's cheek, "Please. Please tell me you haven't taken my role here. Did you really kill the giants?"

Y/n looked up at him, with pleading eyes.

"Yes."

Y/n pulled his hand away, a reasonable rant on the way, but before Y/n could do so, Thor grabbed his wrist, stopping him from moving.

"Don't look at me like that. Don't act like my hands are the only one bloodied here." Thor argued.

"Unlike you, I actually have remorese," Y/n shot back, pulling his hand away from Thor, "you talk as if you had to-"

"Wouldn't you do anything for your people?" Thor spoke on his defense.

"The whole race?" Y/n argued, "Not one good giant? Not one good soul out of race of hundreds? Thousands even?"

"I did what I had too," Thor argued, "why don't you understand that!?"

"Now, doesn't this conversation feel like Deja Vu?" Y/n snarked, crossing his arms, "there's a difference between the death we cause."

Y/n started walking away, "Running-"

"Follow me." Y/n ordered.

Thor was reluctant to do so; yet did so anyways, following Y/n's steps, he caught up to him fairly easy both walking side by side, till the two rounded the corner a rift open with a Sphinx laying besides it playing in the snow with one of the skeleton rabbits.

"Ah your highness." The rabbit spoke, pulling itself out from the Sphinx's large paw, "We Sarcophagus Bringers are ready for work when you are."

"Very well." Y/n responded, holding out his arms as the rabbit hopped in his arms, then looked back at Thor, "come. Let me show you."

Y/n walked through the rift, Thor soon following.

They were in a hall, a large hall, it's walls decorated in hieroglyphics and its floor with a large rug that ran in the middle of it.

"Welcome to Egypt." Y/n told Thor, "The living world of Egypt that is."

"Why bring me here?"

"To show you."

Thor followed Y/n. Y/n guided them through the large hall, following it all the way through, up the steps a hunched over man held something in his arms.

"What are you showing me," Thor ordered.

Y/n looked back at him, "her." Y/n gestured to.

Thor followed Y/n's finger, a woman had turned the corner and stood in front of them in silence.

"What does she have to do with our conversation." He argued.

"She is the difference, between our death."

"Dear?" She called an evident smile in her voice, hiking up her white linen drapery making it easier to rush towards her husband, "Come, dear, quickly, I just watched them bring in the babe's favorites from along the high Mediterranean."

"He does not answer her." Thor commented

"Yes." Y/n responded, "He can not see her-"

"no, no no no no!" She cried out, "No! Dear! Dear! I'm right here! Right in front of you!"

"She is dead," Y/n responded, the loud wailing of the woman in the background, "stay here,"

Thor watched Y/n walk away and towards the woman; Y/n's movements were cautious yet confident. His steps were swift and ready. He called out a name: Keket and held out his arms for her, she looked confused: lost both in the direction to go and of her heart.

"I'm not ready! My children."

"My dear." Y/n spoke softly, "No one's ever ready for death, and unfortunately death- I, Unfortunately, I catch up to everyone, even myself one day a snake can bite its own tail."

"My children. I can't leave my kids! Please! Oh Please god of death!"

She dropped down to her knees, head to the ground, "Please! I beg you!"

Y/n dropped down on a knee, "I can not change this: I truly am sorry ."

She was quick to hug Y/n crying her heart out Y/n holding her tight as she collapsed in his arms.

Thor watched as the group of rabbits came along, a box of gold lavishly decorated with gems and carvings.

Y/n stroked her hair, hushing her in a calming matter.

"Shhh...shhh..." Y/n spoke, "Everyone comes together in the end my dear."

And soon the woman stopped, and completely went limp, Y/n rearranged the two of them, he now bridal style carrying her, as the rabbits set the sarcophagus down opening the top up.

Y/n was careful to lay the woman down carefully, crossing her arms over her body, and helping in putting the lid back on.

"Take her away." Y/n spoke, "do be careful with this soul, she is fragile."

Off the rabbits went, Thor watched the rabbits carry the lavish box away, and Y/n joined him.

"What did you do to her?"

"Nothing." Y/n responded, "I just answer the call. Come now, why don't we go see your job now?"

Y/n went to walk back toward the rift, before Thor grabbed his arm,

"I don't even know what my job is anymore."" Thor admitted.

"So why'd you do it? why'd you kill those giants?" Y/n questioned, "Why'd you kill without intent?"

Y/n looked up at him: Y/n's hand wrapped around his tightly.

"They treated All-father, against my father, my family-"

"You should know better the All-Father is nothing but an arse," Y/n argued, Thor's eyes adverted, Y/n cupped his face once again, "Look at me, Thor."

Thor looked back at Y/n, "You killed them by order; do not let their deaths be in vain, you chose the wrong path, tomorrow-today, be better,"

A single nod sent a small smile to Y/n's face, "Come on now, Egpyt, does not suit you, hard to get use to the sand, especially when snow is better."

"What of him?"

Y/n looked back toward the grieving man, it was now clear he holding his wife covered in white linen.

"he will grieve," Y/n told, "As we all do."

"And she?"

"Grief is a two-way process," Y/n answered, "She will do the same grieve, but she is a good mother, and I will allow her to take care of the crossing children of the Durat for the time being until her children come home to her. Come on now, let him grieve."

Y/n held his hand leading him back into the rift to return them to the North.

The harsh wind and snowfall had stopped for once, and the fresh snow stayed high as always.

"Why didn't you tell me." Thor finally asked, Y/n turning to look at him, "Being a god."

"My Father, Osiris-"

"Ruler of the Underworld from your lands."

Y/n looked his way: "Someone took up my knack of reading while I was gone?"

"I suppose I missed your shit-talking and storytelling." He gruffed, it sounded like a breath laugh even; "You always did talk sense into my head."

Y/n smiled small, his hand still in Thor's.

"I am glad you're... alive," Y/n spoke, looking down at their hands, he almost laughed at the size difference, but soon pulled his hand away, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything when I should have. I shouldn't have lied."

"you choose the wrong path; be better tomorrow," Thor told him, Y/n chuckling.

"My own words used against me," Y/n responded, with a sigh and a shake of a head.

"You taught me well."

"oh is that so?"

Y/n chuckled, walking off, with Thor following him.

"This was our forest." Y/n responded, "looks the same, after all those years. Makes me feel like I'm about to roll down that hill again with you yelling at me to be careful and focus."

"Would have been nice to know it'd be harder to hurt you/" Thor commented, "it'd of been a pain to fish your dead body out of the river."

"Mhm." Y/n hummed, "What a way with words. I bet all the ladies are all over you."

Thor chuckled, it warming Y/n's heart despite the cold of this snow at his feet.

They continued their walk till they met the frozen river turning to follow it upstream.

"Is the waterfall still here?" Y/n asked.

"I don't spend my time here." Thor responded, "Not for a while anyway."

"Right..." Y/n responded, "Well let's go look for it."

This was a familiar scene like they had walked back in time. The two walked down the same path every day; during spring the route was at least taken three times a day. Y/n always was excited to see the newly born animals: fish, frogs, and little geese. He always had a knack for animals no matter the breed or type. Y/n could spend hours just watching them, or simply waiting for them to come while he read. Thor could spend hours, days, weeks with him in the spring: sleeping under a tree, or Y/n reading some story out loud while he listened till he slept.

"Mhm, frozen over for sure." Y/n told looking over the cliff, "Shame really."

"Why are we walking down old paths?" Thor questioned.

"To be honest." Y/n answered, walking away from the cliff and following the path down, "I didn't want to meet you again, well not to talk about death, I suppose. We were friends once."

"Once?"

Y/n nodded, looking back and up at him. The snowing had started again, "I lied to you, and I can't blame you for the manipulation one put you through. I thought my reading would make me smart enough to see your father's ways after so long. Makes me almost feel-"

"Like an idiot." Thor commented: Y/n nodding in agreement. "You are not the only one to fall victim to his assholeness."

Y/n smiled in agreement, a chuckle following along with a sway of his head.

"Suppose we idiots are back together then." Y/n laughed: "Suppose we were always ment to be friends-"

Y/n felt a hand cup his cheek, Thor's hand were warm, and comforting. Y/n's face rised in heat as he held Thor's wrist

"You... have snow, in your hair." Thor spoke.

"My hair is on my head." Y/n commented.

"Yeah..." he commented, pulling his hand away, yet Y/n didn't budge, Thor's hand settling back on Y/n's cheek, "I... missed you after all this time...."

Y/n frowned, "I missed you too."

Anubis watched from the high mountain.

"Just let's think this through this is Y/n." Horus tried to defend blocking his brother from moving any further, "he has a heart of gold. Always has."

"Heart of gold?" Anubis argued, pushing Horus out of the way, "he is degranged: do you have any idea what would happen if our father would find out!"

"He won't." Horus argued, "look at him Anubis."

Anubis looked over, his view clear as he looked down at his brother, who was held so carefully by the Nordic God of Thunder.

Y/n smiled up at him, Thor never did stop holding his cheek.

"Gonna hold me all day?"

"I haven't in a while." Thor responded, his second hand coming up to cup Y/n's face fully, Y/n holding his arms, thumbs rubbing circles on his exposed skin, "I missed you."

"I missed you too..."

Y/n watched as the half giant leaned in, Y/n meeting him half way.

"He's dead!" Anubis argued pulling out his bow, "Fucking dead!"

"Anubis! Please!-"

"Stay down or I'll kill you too." Anubis argued pushing away from his brother and backing up with knocking the arrow.

Near by was Atreus and Freyr out of all duos,

"Im just scared he's gonna get hurt." Atreus explained.

"Having a open heart is nothing to be ashamed off. It makes us strong, yet-"

The arguing ahead caught their ears, Freyr and Atreus crouching as they walked, just below them, two men arguing, one with a bow knocked ready to fire. The other pleading. Following the line of sight Y/n was in the crosshair with Thor.

"Shit! Go!" Freyr ordered.

The two both rushed to slide down the hill and takel the two ready to fire.

"You little asshole!" Anubis shouted, picking up Atreus before throwing him off and away, "No one fucks with my brothers and gets away with it!"

A battle soon ensured, two on two: Egyptian Gods verus the Norse Gods.

Y/n stopped Thor before the kiss ever happened.

"You hear that?" Y/n asked, "Did someone follow us-"

Before Y/n could even finish his sentence, Atreus was thrown off the cliff a shout falling from his touange as he plummeted towards the ground.

"Atreus!" Y/n shouted, taking off at god speed to catch the boy, sending them both rolling across the snow and onto the frozen river.

"My head..."

"Atreus!" Y/n spoke quickly getting to his knees, "oh. Oh no. No."

Y/n's hand was covered in blood, Atreus had hit his head hard.

"Brother!"

Y/n looked up, "Horus!?"

Y/n was quick to stand up, and quickly pick up Atreus bridal style.

"You'll be okay." Y/n told Atreus.

Taking a step across the way the ice beneath his foot cracked.

"Don't move." Thor ordered quickly.

"Brother!" Horus shouted quickly, running down the hill.

Thor quickly stopped the man from stepping any further. Fighting still ensured above them, but that wasn't Thor's concern.

Y/n's weight shifted, and the ice only cracked more. He's holding Atreus tightly as he looks down at his feet.

"Hey! Hey! Look at me!"

Y/n looked towards Thor.

"We used to do this all the time, right? With the logs." Thor told, "we never got hurt before. You're not gonna get hurt now."

Blood ran down Y/n's arm.

"Are you hurt?" Thor asked, Y/n shaking his head no.

"It's Atreus' blood."

Thor nodded, "okay. Okay, you have to listen. The ice is too thin. I can't come and get you. You have to come here, come to me. Slowly."

"Okay..."

"One step at a time."

Y/n nodded, carefully taking a step forward, light cracks forming under his feet as he stepped.

Horus watched fearfully as Y/n took one step after another.

Y/n gulped as he looked down at his feet, he stopping as the ice would split at any moment,"I can't make it. Not all the way!"

"Hey. Look at me." Thor told, "you can do it. You else is gonna slap me out of my stupidness."

Y/n took another steps forward, slow and steady wins the race...

"I deserve some time with you. Don't you think?" Thor snarked, "Seems you're brothers have had all the time with you!"

One steps to many, sent a spider web out.

"Horus!" Y/n called, "I need your help!"

"Anything brother!"

"Cacth!"

and the final crack, Y/n throwing Atreus as hard as he can towards his brother who caught him stumbling backwards into the snow.

"Y/n!"

He fell into the river: it's freezing cold temperatures, sending his body into shock as the strong current sent him downstream, trapping him under the ice, no rock to grab onto or water plants to try and stop himself.

Four agonizing mintues pulled down stream trying to get out before someone broke the ice and pulled him out.

"Brother!" Anubis called, "Brother!"

"You're god of Thunder! Do what you did to Kratos!" Freyr argued.

"And what?! Kill him twice!? He's wet!" Thor argued.

Y/n coughed, "y/n!" Anubis shouted.

"Fuck...its cold..." he shivered, the snow only coming down harder.

"Get him into a cave quickly. I seen one on the way down." Freyr demanded.

Anubis was quick to pick up his brother following Freyr through the snow.

"We'll need fire." Freyr explained, "Grab anything to burn on the way!"

Quicklu, they made it to the cave, a pile of sticks, and that sorts pilled in the Norse Gods' hands while the Egyptian Gods carried the wounded. Deep inside, they started a fire, setting the wounded down by it.

"Will he be alright?" Horus asked.

"Y/n? With luck. Yes." Freyr explained, he looking at Y/n in Anubis' lap, close to the fire.

"He is our brother. He will be fine." Anubis argued, "he is god of death."

"It is Atreus I worry about. Especially with this head gash." Freyr explained.

"I know some skin sewing." Horus explained, "to close it. Mother taught it to me."

"Uh. Sure...?" Fryer explained, Horus nodding as Freyr watched him pull out a little kit.

Thor's cloak came off to drap around Y/n.

"Back off Norse-man." Anubis argued, holding his brother close, "This is your fault."

"If you didn't-"

"He is almost dead due to you," Anbuis argued, "Just like Father said."

"He helped save Y/n's life." Horus defended.

"Whatever..."

"Leaving him uncovered will allow him to freeze."

Y/n sat up, freezing, ir hurt to move and switched over to Thor, where he huddled next to the half giant near the fire.

"Will you be okay?"

"I dont know." Y/n responded quietly, teeth chattering, skin freezing.

Thor wrapped the cloak around him tightly. Y/n holding onto it tightly as he stayed huddled in Thor's arms.

"You gonna admit you love me now?" Y/n chuckled, groaning accompanied by it; "after all these bullshit years...gods its cold..."

Thor hugged him tighter, bringing him closer to the fire.

"Yes."

Y/n smiled, "I know that's the farthest Ima get."

Thor smiled back, brushing Y/n's hair back, hoping it would dry first to keep the cold off his head.

"And what's your say?" Thor questioned.

"Mhm... check back in later." Y/n joked, coughing and holding his chest right after Thor was warm despite being in the freezing cold just moments ago, "I love you too...not a bad first date huh?"

"Rest." Thor told.

"Yeah. Yeah..." y/n sighed, closing his eyes before slept took him.

Thor laid Y/n down allowing him peacful rest.

It was quiet for hours, Atreus had woken up some time down the road, thankfully: he met both Horus and Anbuis

During the night while everyone was asleep, the stomping of animals outside during nightfall woke Atreus up.

"Y/n?" Atreus asked, seeing the man up and at the cave entrence, "your up. I heard what happened."

Atreus stood up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a yawn: "the storm stopped for now..."

"I love the snow." Y/n responded.

"Yeah its pretty fun." Atreus told: "well. When it's not always around."

Y/n nodded.

"Thanks. For uh saving me." Atreus thanked, "sorry...too. i. Uh shouldnt of come after you."

"Why did you?"

"I was worried you'd get hurt. Animals trust you. So I trust you."

Y/n chuckled, "thats pretty smart you know."

"My highness." A rabbit hopped it's way over.

"Hey i remember these guys. They found us? Cool!" Atreus asked.

"No. Not cool."

Y/n turned his head: Y/n seeing Thor was up, "They found him."

Atreus looked up at Y/n, "Well... yeah, they belong to you. Why wouldnt they."

"Your highness shall we do this one last time?" The rabbit asked.

"Yes of course."

Thor was quick to try and grab Y/n's arm, but nothing to grab.

"Trying to grab something thats not there now are we?" Y/n asked.

"You can't leave."

"I have to."

"I just got you back."

"Thor." Y/n spoke, placing his ghost of a hand ontop of Thor's.

"I catch up to everyone. Even myself. No one ever wins this race." Y/n explained, "I'll meet you tomorrow then, when we're both better than today."

"My highness please."

"Of course."

Y/n turned around, looking back at Atreus, "Hey. Keep out of trouble, Loki."

"How did you..."

The two stood side by side: watching Y/n walk forward, a ground of rabbits there, he dropping on one knee as they all hugged him he hugging back before pulling away, looking down at the simple sarcophagus, it wood engraved in stories of his life. With a careful step, he got in and sat down.

"Its been an honor." Y/n told the two, "and I couldnt of died a greater death."

#x reader #gow thor #gow x male reader #gow x reader #gow: ragnarok #gow:ragnarok x reader #male reader #gow thor x male reader #gow thor x reader #Gof of War: Ragnarok fic #fanfic

[moniheartsluffy]

BEING THE UZUI FAMS DAUGHTER!

characters mentioned: the uzui’s and a few hashira.

warning(s): fluff, crack, uzui being uzui, lowercase intended, poor grammer

black!fem!reader (reader is a baby then teenager)

a/n: i wrote this a longgggg time ago and forgot i had it lol…enjoy!

❦ he was already planing to spoil his first child but when he found out he was having a girl?!!!! all i gotta say is ur SPOILED ROTTENNNN

❦ he likes to dress you up…a lot. nothing but the best silks and cloths for his little girl!

❦ he and his wives had to learn how to do your hair since they’re not used to your kinky/curly hair texture. the wives got the hang of it pretty fast especially hinatsuru! tengen on the other hand…. let’s just say his specialty is one or two puffs😭

❦ he might not be able to actually do a hairstyle but this man lovesssss to put the accessories on your hair. bows, beads, barrets, etc. he loves it all. he even brought little diamond clips to put in your hair so y’all could match🥹

❦ now when you get older if you want to become a demon slayer he has to think longgg asf about it… at first he flat out said no but he gave in after some time. i mean he’s already trained you to be a ninja so why not let you be a demon slayer? what’s the worst that could happen right?

❦ WRONG. if one scrape happens to grace his precious little girls skin he’s going on a whole adventure until he finds and kills whatever demon did it to you. now he’s rethinking the whole you being a demon slayer thing AGAIN.

kimetsu academy hc (modern au)

❦ remember what i said about matching… he would still like to match with you but it’s just modern clothes now.

❦ he also buys matching shoes for the both of you so you can put different outfits together and he has the wives judge them.

❦ now school…ik y’all saw that tengen was an art teacher…he made you take art💀 only because he teaches it.

❦ rengoku knows your tengen’s kid, not only cause of your last name but because he and tengen are like besties so he’s basically like your uncle..?

❦ so if your not hanging out with your father, you’re in classroom 206 with rengoku helping him get his lesson ready for his next class.

❦ i also feel like you’d be well known around the school cause you’re always somewhere. someone can be looking for you and it’ll take a solid 15 minutes because you could be in the art room or 206 w/ rengoku or even taking a nap in Mr. Himejima’s classroom. no one knows.

❦ i feel like tengen would be social media famous😭 like he’ll make you and him a joint tiktok account as a joke and now y’all are everyone’s fav father/daughter duo💀

#x black!reader #demon slayer x black!reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #uzui tengen #kimetsu uzui #sound hashira #uzui hinatsuru #uzui suma #uzui makio #uzui family #moniheartsluffy

[xamaxenta]

So i love to talk about rich successful, high profile earner Marco encountering the scraggly, streetwise, punkbrat Ace and they fall in love

But… but what if I wasn’t so cliche and I flipped it?

Ace is the treasured son of one of the wealthiest men in the world, he’s almost never seen in public on his own, often with two or seven bodyguards, apparently he’s been kidnapped once as a child, hence the excessive bodyguard brigade

Marco is a simple man who had a classy rags to not so riches story, he came from nothing to owning one of the best garages in town, he inherited the place from his “Pops” and he likes to keep the hobby that his adoptive father loved so much alive as an actual business, rest in peace pops 😔

So imagine his surprise when Gol D. Ace shows up one day with a car so beyond his paygrade that all Marco and the rest of his staff can really do is hesitantly ask if he was serious

Ace is nothing like what his reports say he is, he’s demure, soft spoken and shy — a likely result of his extremely closeted and leashed childhood, its very very obvious that he doesn’t know much about actually living life, must be suffocating honestly

Ace explains that he needs this car restored, and no where else can take it on (ignore me and my hehe car time but idk anything abt cars)

Marco can’t help but ask if Ace came alone and Ace looks away guiltily like yeah. Managed to give his guards the slip which irresponsible he knows but this car means alot to his mom and he also knows its really old and stuff but is it possible?

Marco does love family first, he can also tell the way Ace speaks of his mother so fondly, it was no small news that Gol D. Roger was an early widow (😭) that Marco can tell whatever the bond depth was it was something like his and Pops, so he accepts much to the garages collective dismay like boss?? We have so many things to do have mercy!!!

Marco silences them all with a glare because think? Before you open your mouths, look at their newest client, not a single strand of hair out of place, from his shoes to his thin but clearly designer beaded necklace, Ace was probably the most loaded customer they were going to get, not that Marco was going to scam the kid

He addresses Ace again who had been quietly observing his tattoos and informs him that he will take the job personally and they exchange business cards, after Ace leaves, Marco notices on the card that the name reads Portgas D. Ace instead

He wonders when he’ll be getting a follow up call, Tessie (Oc) elbows Marco in the ribs goodnaturedly like oh probs soon boss, with the way he got all googoo eyed over yer inked forearms

Marco assigns her to do oil changes for the rest of the day

And its like. A cute slice? Of life where two extremely separate people meet and fall in love the end :3

#marcoace #and then Ace gets dicked down by marco in a car its very romantic

[roseofcards90]

@fairyprince7 here is all the shit Apollo Justice has went through in the ace attorney series:

- loses his biological dad in a fire that was actually secretly an assassination attempt cover up thing to make it look like this guy killed his wife who was the queen of the country (also here is him reaching out to baby Apollo before he dies)

- loses his mom because she thought he was dead from the fire along with her husband, so she remarries but then LOSES HER MEMORY after a fatal accident which leaves her unable to remember both her son and daughter when she meets them again later as an amnesiac so Apollo and Trucy are still not aware they’re siblings

look how pretty she looks btw

- gets adopted by the guy previously mentioned above (his name is Dhurke) who goes into hiding and becomes a revolutionary, but is quickly sent back to his home country of AMERICA because his father figure thought it would be too dangerous for him to live in a country going through a war rn, so Apollo waits for him to return but he never comes back and is like :( (little did he know that the next time he meets Dhurke again he’s already fucking dead ✨)

- his foster brother meets him again like years later in court and denies his past with him (because of a bunch of things ultimately it’s guilt but yeah) so he is forced to deal with his foster brother repeatedly throwing beads at him in court and telling him that he would be a stink bug in his next life

- his mentor (Kristoph) betrays him essentially and Apollo is really affected by this because he finds out that his mentor is a really shitty dude and this goes on to affecting him as an attorney in the next game, he also gets pretty shocked when he sees the guy he admired (Phoenix) as a defendant in court for murder

- loses his best friend (this guy here his name is Clay)

because of an assassin who was like going around a space center kinda just killing people for no reason iirc??? 😭 and then this sets off a whole thing where Athena gets blamed for his death and Apollo goes all angsty and is like “I’m taking a leave of absence rn I can’t be an attorney because I’m convinced my other friend has killed my best friend and I’m completely disillusioned with the entire justice system rn”

and this is when Kristoph’s lingering ideals come into play because Kristoph believed that “evidence was everything” in court and Apollo believes that Athena killed his friend because of said false evidence that was used to frame her (and this is actually a really cool thing but Apollo in game makes the same pose and says the same lines as Kristoph does in the previous game and it really alludes to how much impact he had as a mentor on Apollo and how much control he had on his ideals as an attorney)

But yeah Apollo has been through a bunch of shit over half of this was added in one single game btw

#when I told you this guy is capcom’s favorite chew toy 😭 #my posts

[lume-nosity]

its two things both 150 words

ok this is the first one a short story

Leo awoke with an enormous feeling of panic. Cold and scared, he searched for his friends, only to notice that he was in the Arctic tundra. He cries knowing all of this could've been avoided if he had listed to his father's warning. Leo was instructed not to go inside the garage, his father warned him "once you open the door you'll be teleported to different places". Leo had the fantastic idea to adventure around the world before his father returned from out of town. As he slowly opened the door to the garage, an exhilarating feeling began to tingle all over his body as beams of light emitted from his dad's teleportation device. It's getting darker and dangerously colder he knew he would have to start a fire before he freezes to death, and suddenly he hears crunching in the snow. Scared he grabs a lighter from his pocket and lights a stick and searches around only to see it's a dog, a brown and white husky with light blue eyes. The husky starts to snarl and growl at Leo, Leo reaches his hand into his pocket and pulls out a bag of chips. "Maybe I could give this to the dog?" Leo thought to himself as he opened the bag and threw it at the husky, The husky opened his mouth and dropped a map. Leo looks at the map confused he asks the dog if he wants him to help look for his owner the dog nods and barks happily. "Ok we'll set out in the morning," said as he began to make a small campfire. Leo wakes up to the dog barking, and he felt something breathing on him, still half asleep he tries to pet whatever is breathing on top of him only to see it's a polar bear towering over him getting ready to eat. Leo shoots up and tries to run away but the bear is faster and drags his arm into a cave. The bear threw him on the ground and then left the cave growling at Leo. Finally, having the chance to assess his arm, Leo felt that it was bleeding and had gashes, to stop the bleeding Leo ripped apart the fabric from his shirt sleeve to tie around his arm. Looking around Leo still doesn't see the bear anywhere, the husky came into the cave to search for Leo, and after finding him the dog jumped on him happily and started to lick his wounds. He starts to explore the cave only to find a secret opening. He enters the opening to see shimmery gold and jewels, Leo brilliantly thought to himself to take some of the jewels hugging the dog who he called 'chip' he touched one of the jewels and incredibly ended up back in his father's garage. He wakes up to chip licking his face and wagging his tail, he sees that he's back home, so he runs into his bedroom to shower and deal with his wound he knew his father would be furious when he returned and found out what he had done.

i passed with 100% its bad but i passed so

okay now this is such an adorable story omg 😭 i’ll read your other one later, but i’ll say my thoughts on this nice story

i like how in the beginning you jumped right into the story with how leo woke up in beads of sweat along with being alone and paranoid like ‘oh shit oh fuck i should’ve listened to my dad’ but leo is a curious one, so who could blame him? and plus his dad’s out of town so yeah he’d be bored and decide to snoop around the garage.

i also like how when leo sees a random husky as he got isekai’d there, he decided to give it some chips. there was mutual agreement to help find its owner, but at the ending, the twist is that the dog’s owner was really leo. or, the dog got isekai’d with leo when they came into contact with the jewelry??? i’m going with option one because it’s cute and a good twist imo

vv cute story, you should be a writer frfr!

#📬 lume answers #💛 lumes mutuals #🤍; peepy! #writblr #writing #it’s really cute i’m #i did not expect the ending BCJSJV #you so deserved that 100 cause gah damn