#same with the training areas and hut

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i’ve got my eye on you - neteyam sully

pairing: neteyam sully x omaticaya! fem! reader

trope: best friends to lovers

summary: neteyam came back from a raid and is injured, you help clean him up whilst he can't stop thinking about how perfect you are. when you finish healing him he wants to stay with you and helps with making more supplements as he carefully approaches the topic of finding a mate which leads to him confessing his feelings for you.

warnings: swearing, injuries, tooth rotting fluff, jealousy, light making out,

A/N: taking requests on neteyam! masterlist

recently, mo'at had been teaching you and kiri how to heal. the two of you had been helping heal the injured from the raiding parties. you enjoyed it- you liked helping people, it gave you a sense of purpose. but you did not like having to heal your best friend after he was stupid and followed his little brother into a raid and got hurt.

you and neteyam sat on the wooden floor of the healers hut, nobody but you two there as you patched his wounds up from the last raid that had occured. the only source of light coming from the dimly lit fire in the middle of the hut, no noise but the small hisses of pain from neteyam when you disinfected a wound. "sorry." you whispered apologising as he hissed once more, eyes on his muscular chest as you placed the wet cloth over the bloodied area- trying to be as gentle as possible. his eyes were trained down at you, watching as you healed him.

the tension between the two of you thickening by the second. "don't apologise." he gently spoke, you then looked up for the first time since you've been cleaning him up and met his eyes. how he was looking at you made your stomach twist into a small knot- he was looking at you as if this was the first time he had ever seen you, taking in all your features as if it was his last time.

the two of you stayed like this, just staring mindlessly into one another's eyes like you both were searching for an answer within the other. you felt heat creep up to your cheeks and looked away from him quickly breaking the intimate eye contact, "you're all cleaned up now, you can head back if you wish." you started to pack up the healing supplements and tools.

you expected neteyam to stand up but he stayed seated- eyes still focused directly on you. "do you mind if i stay?"

this made you smile lightly, "of course you can." you placed poncosh leaves into a mortar and began to grind them down with a pestle, you needed to make more to prepare for the next raid. but poncosh leaves are difficult to grind down, neteyam watched as you struggled to do so.

"here, let me help." he reached out placing his hands on top of yours which were holding the pestle, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "you need to grind it side to side, like this" he moved his hands moving yours side to side grinding the poncosh successfully, all you could focus on were how warm his hands were on top of yours as he guided them where to go.he took his hands off yours- you suddenly missed the contact, wanting his hands back on yours as you continued to crush the leaves doing the same motion he was helping you do moments ago. you finished crushing the poncosh, stopping your motion glancing up at neteyam as to ask if you did it correctly. "perfect." neteyam said but he was not looking at the crushed leaves in the mortar, he was looking at you. your face heated up once more, for the severalth time this night. oh eywa, this boy is going to be the death of you.

you grabbed a cloth, folding it as a comfortable silence fell over the two to you. until neteyam spoke up, breaking the silence. "i have heard people talking," he spoke fiddling with his fingers as you hummed in response. “that t’shæn is wanting to be your mate.”

your eyes perked up and eyes were wide open as you stopped folding the cloth and looked up at neteyam. sure you found t’shæn attractive but you could never picture yourself being his mate. “oh.” was all you replied with as you continued to fold the cloths leaving neteyam even more nervous, did you like t’shæn? did you want to be his mate?

“uh- do you want to be his mate?..”

“hmm, no not really.” neteyam felt a weight get lifted off his shoulders as you said that, he had been worried that you did.

“have you got your eye on someone yet?” he asked, praying to eywa for it to be him.

you didn’t really know how to answer the question, because yes, you did indeed have your eye on a man- that man being the one sitting in front of you asking the question. “yes, i’ve had my eye on someone for a while now.”

neteyam felt his heart pick up pace, maybe there was a chance it was him- but he knew if it wasn’t him he would know what to do. he couldn’t picture any other woman being his mate besides you. “who might this lucky man be?”

your eyes met with his, you opened your mouth to speak but quickly shut it- you didn’t know what to say, you were in a battle in your head wether or not you should speak the truth and tell him that the man you’ve had your eye on is him. “he’s a mighty warrior and an amazing hunter.”

“there are many fine warrior’s and hunters in the clan.”

you hummed, “indeed there are many, but he is the finest out of them all.”

neteyam was trying to think of who it could be, having a glint of hope that it is him. “is he kind to you?”

“he is very kind to me and others, he has a strong heart.” you were hoping he was getting the hints you were very obviously dropping at him, “i am not sure if he wants me though.”

neteyam internally scoffed at the idea of a man not wanting you, you were absolutely perfect. “any na’vi that would turn you down has something wrong in the head.” your cheeks and ears had a light blush on them from neteyam’s comment, he noticed this and smirked. he reached forward, placing his hand on your chin gently tilting it up so you could look at him. you were internally freaking out about the proximity of you and neteyam’s faces, you felt butterflies swarming in your stomach. “you are so beautiful.” he brushed a strand of hair that had fallen out of place behind your ear. you were speechless, your stomach was doing back flips left and right. “i’ve also had my eye on a woman for quite a while.”

“who is this lucky woman?” you breathed out, you swore that your heart was about to thump right out your chest.

his thumb caressed your cheek gracefully, his hands soft on your skin as he cupped your cheek. “she is a beauty like no other and a fierce warrior.”

“there are many beautiful women and fierce warriors in our clan.”

“there may be, but she is the most beautiful and fierce woman of them all.” he continued rubbing his thumb over your cheek. you felt entranced by his bright yellow eyes that were staring into your own, staring right into your soul as if they were to judge it for itself. his hand left your cheek and moved down to your chest, where your heart sat. “and she has a strong heart.” you looked down to where his hand laid then back up at him, eyes wide with excitement. “i’ve got my eye on you, y/n.”

“neteyam,” you now placed your hand on his cheek. “i see you.” neteyam’s ears perked up, a love sick grin appearing on his face. before either of you could say anything else he broke the gap between the two of you and placed his lips on yours. you were shocked at first but then quickly returned the kiss. it was soft and passionate, speaking all the unspoken words- neither of you had to say anything more or less as it said a million words. your lips felt like heaven on his, this is what he had been yearning for since he was a young boy.

your lips chased one other, both filled with desire. your hands made their way up to his braided hands as his slipped down to your waist, delicately holding them. the two do you broke away for air, slightly panting from the lack of breath. “i have been wanting to do that for ages.” neteyam said as he pulled you back into a kiss, you had no protects against it. his hands that were holding your waist pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling his as you deepened the kiss. neteyam let out a soft moan against your mouth as his tail wrapped around your waist. you broke apart once more, your foreheads resting against each other as you saw a smirk on neteyam’s lips. “so, who was the someone you’ve had your eyes on?”

you grinned playfully, “you may know him, his name is neteyam.”

his lips were grazing over yours, you could feel his hot breath as he spoke against yours. “he is a very lucky na’vi.” as he finished his sentence he lent in placing another kiss on your lips, he went to kiss you further but you suddenly stopped feeling the presence of something. leaving neteyam confused. “are you okay? did i hurt you?” you looked around the room searching for something, then you looked up- your mouth parted a small gasp leaving your mouth, a Atokirina was floating above the two of you. neteyam moved his head to where you were looking confusedly, but when he saw what you were admiring he grinned softly. you two truly were made for each other.

the two do you removed your attention from the woodspirite to one another, large grins on both of your faces. “eywa has spoken.” he whispered.

#neteyam sully x reader #na’vi #neteyam imagine #na’vi x reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x you #neteyam #neteyam sully #sfw alphabet #avatar way of water #avatar #jake sully #lo’ak x reader #kiri sully #tuk sully

[aonungyoufuck]

Runaway {Part 9}

Runaway Masterlist

DNI/BYF

Ao'nung x Fem sully reader.

Synopsis: its been a long time. Far to long but Ao'nung makes you diner. Still in the courting phaze. Honestly its just little bit of fluff.

Ao’nung felt it. The water wasn't exactly like home. It was almost a little suffocating. But he figured since you adapted to his home he could adapt to this one. 

He had been thankful that the first day here he had began marking it on his spear before translating it to a board. It had been exactly one year and six months. And he's done his best to keep track of dates. And if memory serves him right. It was almost his birthday too. 

He would say courting has gone well. 

Alongside all that he’s managed to adapt kind of well to the forest. Sure he sucks are climbing, he still can't hunt unless you help. And there are no Ikran here to tame. But hes made Progress with what you two had to work with. 

His skin feels dryer than normal and he’s spending more time in the water. Which helped in making tools and collecting more food that way. 

But you took notice of it too. Luckily for you on one day where he was deep into the lake. You manage to sneak into his hut. Finding the wood that he had been carving. And lucky for you. You also remembered what day his birthday fell on. 

“What are you doing in here?”

“Ao’nung! God i swear one day im going to drop dead from fright” You poke. 

The little pod was nothing like back home. And you could tell it could use some work. 

“Just came to see if i can help fix up your little area a little. All i have to worry bout is my hammock so i thought you may want me to fix it up a little?”

He rose a brow before sighing. “Sure. I mean i know this place is falling apart too” 

“Plus i have a slug coating that can help with the wood rot.” You commented back. 

He smiled. Extending his hand out. In it a small but shiny crystal. One that he had made sure to polish and refine to perfection. 

“For you” 

“Ao’nung..Where did you find this?” 

“There’s surprisingly a lot of stuff at the bottom of this lake”

Now When he had first began to court you He had no one to talk to. But he did remember Lo’ak asking him how to go about courting his sister. So he had a minor clue on your courting rituals not being the same. 

And he was a little bit reluctant to ask you. But you had told him however he wants to, You are more than willing to accept his courting rituals. 

You took notice of the hole that he most likely drilled into the stone. Smiling, taking the hand you wove it into your hair. 

“Ao’nung your hand..” 

Ao’nung quickly took his hand away from yours. “Its nothing” 

“Does it hurt?”  

His hands were dry and blistering. Slightly red at his knuckles and finger tips. “No. Kind of”

“You should have told me” 

“I didnt want you to worry any more than you have” 

“Ao’nung”

You grabbed his hand. Careful with the blisters as you gently peppered them with kisses. “Prepare me a fire, please?” 

“What for?”

“Well, i still have year of Tsahik training under my knowledge. Not to mention we are in the forest” 

Ao’nung rolled his eyes, smirking a little as he could only help but sigh. “Alright alright fine. Just be safe alright?”

“Dont worry love. Ill be back soon” You bid him a quick goodbye before heading off again. 

Ao’nung was glad you hadn’t looked more into the place. He had been working hard on making you the greatest meal he could make. Cooking or preparing food wasn’t his strong suit. But watching his mother and Tsireya for so many years he picked up a thing or two. 

He figured you were also tired of the Teylu and the fish he could gather. Lucky for him he had found fruits a while ago and had planted only two. It had borne good fruit and he was Glad. He wanted to try some more. 

He was glad too that Kiri had showed him your Omatikaya spiciest dish. 

You were taking your time. But he was glad too for the food was ready by the time he had finally seen you come by. 

“Ao’nung… Oh! What’s this all about?” 

“ I thought you may like if i prepared food for you this time” 

You smiled Sitting next to him as you looked at the fire and the food. “I love it thank you” 

Ao’nung handed you his hands. But not before giving you a new Clay Bowl. 

It had been like this since you two ran off. You would provide the highest amount of food, And he would provide the materials. Given that he had better access to it. But he wanted to bring up a point tonight. 

So while you began to mash the paste and wrap his hands he decided to speak. 

“Do you think. Maybe you could teach me to hunt some more?” 

“I can. But are you sure? I mean you have been spending a lot more time in the water”

“I want to provide more for you. How will you accept me if i do not?”

“I have accepted you a long time ago dear Ao’nung” 

Ao’nung didn’t know if it was because of the lack of people. But you had been so bold. And it made him more reserved.  Shy which he never was. It made his heart beat for you more. 

“If you want to know, I can teach you. But Know that im okay with the system we have”

“I like to provide. But i will admit it was fun to cook” Ao’nung admitted. 

You smiled. Kissing his hands as you noticed that his skin on his legs was also cracking. 

He looked so dry compared to the amount of time he was spending in the water. It concerned you and you made yourself a mental note to make more paste just in case it ever bled. 

You also took this as a good way to make sure he was eating. Giving he looked a little more sunken in than usual

“Alright alright you big baby ill teach you”  You could only smile. 

Laying down next to each other wasn’t uncommon but it was often that you didn't do this. Staring out into the sky. It was nice to see it. To feel the wind pass you by. To let the wonders of pandora engulf you. 

“What is that?” Ao’nung commented, making you look at what had gingerly landed on his hand. 

“Atokirina” You let out a gasp as you took a look at the wood sprite that had landed on Ao’nung. 

Little by little and one by one they surrounded you two. Engulfing you in a light show you could only dream of. 

Feeling like the young adults you were two years ago when Ao’nung had told you those sweet nothings. 

“There must be a tree of souls nearby,” you commented. Laughing a little as you watched them leave. 

“We should go find it one day” Ao’nung suggested. 

“No. It is sacred to another clan. It would be rude if we did so” 

Ao’nung could only laugh at your words. 

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“One year Tonowari” Ronal spoke through her tired voice. All this time she had wept for her son. She often stayed in her pod helping when needed and leaving when left alone. 

Her voice lost its fierce strength and now it was tired. Strained and harsh because she had grown so tired of it. Tired of wanting to understand why Ao’nung had left. 

But she knew. She knew too well and she oftentimes found herself upset for  not making an effort to understand her son’s devotion to you. 

“I know Ma Ronal” 

“What is this Tonowari” she spoke. She was so worried. And whilst she blamed you in the beginning. She was worried for you too. It was like having another Daughter. For Eywa’s sakes

She had accepted Lo’ak to Court Tsireya as to not lose her too. Oftentimes she found herself by the spirit tree. Wondering, asking for their safe return. Asking her that if you two return, she will happily take you two back. No matter the costs. 

Ateyo had grown so quickly and she was missing out on her oldest son. 

She would clean his spear, his nets and anything just so that if he were to come back. He would be coming back to what was normal. 

Oftentimes Tonowari found her. Reliving the memories of Ao’nung. Like a baby he was. Like the young boy he was. The Kid Ronal Adored so much now that he was gone. He too prayed to Eywa for your return soon. For it broke his heart to much to see her in such pain.

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[onestepbackwards]

PLA AU where everything is the same except the player lands in like the mirelands or something. Yeah that's just the bog witch, don't worry about them.

ADKJFSDJF

Just so you know I love this idea.

You get yeeted far out into the Mirelands, and no one sees you fall. At most, you startle a clan member walking in the area. Chances are though, they leave you be.

Either they don't want to mess with a person who fell out of the sky, or they just assume it's an alpha pokemon battle. Best to leave it be, if that's the case.

You wake up with nothing but your pajamas and your Arcphone, with nothing but the instructions to 'Seek out all pokemon.'

Perhaps Arceus shows some sympathy and has one of the starters escape to find you. If not, well...

You're from a time where making friends with pokemon is normal. It isn't hard to befriend one that is curious about you.

It takes you a while to make a pokeball, but until them, your new friend is eager to battle with you.

Though you end up having to rough it up a bit to survive, it isn't anything you aren't used to. You've traveled across Sinnoh with nothing but your first starter and a tent when you were a teen!

...Sure, its a bit more rough, but honestly? It isn't too bad. You easily find edible berries as needed, and you are surprised to occasionally find abandoned supplies here and there along dirt paths.

Though you eventually get noticed, and people find you very... weird.

You have a little hut you made with some help from your pokemon, and come out in weird hours.

You are kind! But... Who would willingly just live in the wilderness with pokemon? Who even are you??

You aren't from either clan, nor are you from the new village... And your clothes are very odd. Not very protective!

Yet you battle fiercely, like you and your pokemon are one and the same. The only other person who has that much synergy with their pokemon is that one guy, Warden Ingo.

It becomes clear you aren't a threat, but you are pretty strange. Some teens jokingly call you the Bog Witch, and it ends up sticking. You become a local cryptid amongst each settlement.

You find out about it and laugh. You wonder if this is what it feels like to be called a Hex Maniac back home. Though you wonder why they call you a witch. It's not like you are doing any magic or anything strange!

...You think, all while taking photos on your Arcphone, mumbling about how you hope you'll be able to save them and print them later to pin on your refrigerator.

At least... you seem kind? You occasionally help anyone who needs it, guiding them back to where they came from.

Though no one seems to know what you are talking about when you ask about cities and things called 'cars' and 'trains'.

Quite an odd one indeed.

#jdalsjfk what would you call this #bog witch au? #pokemon au #pla #ask #anon #zed.talks

[loggiepj]

FORBIDDEN

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Part 5

Y/N WAS effortlessly sent flying unto the ground, making her curse and grunt in pain.

"Again!" A woman with blonde hair, probably a few years older than Y/n, breathily demanded.

But the teenager Y/n only scoffed before she let out a tired sigh. "Don't you think I've had enough for the day? Okay, you win. You're the strongest of us all. If you aren't, then you wouldn't be my mentor."

The other woman grabbed the back collar of Y/n's tunic as she pulled the latter to her feet. "If you're just going to be a tardy ass, then I think you'd be better off in domestic servant works rather than in the front lines. You're already sixteen, Y/n, for pete's sake."

This made Y/n pull away from her grasp, glaring at her. Although, the eyes she sent towards the woman softened immediately the moment she saw her also tired state. 

They had been training for hours after breakfast. It had always been like this ever since the unexpected attack that happened in the neighboring village days ago. Y/n's parents had urgently resorted to send her under training so she could defend herself in case the need to fight would arise.

But what Y/n didn't expect was to have the lone young knight to be her mentor. Y/n and her friends used to talk about the woman being exiled away from her own kingdom due to her insane methods.

"Nat," Y/n began.

"Don't call me that!" The woman spat, advancing a foot towards the other. Y/n stepped back with hands raised in defense.

"My apologies," Y/n hurriedly added. "Romanoff, I already told you. Strength and hand-to-hand combat are not my thing. I'm never going to be good at this. Father has been training me since I learned how to walk. And to think that I'm still not better than this. Then it's . . . hopeless, okay?"

Romanoff let out a sigh. "Fine, what can you do? Hide underground whenever the enemies are around?"

"Hey, cowardice and being clever are two different things."

"Not in my book."

"I didn't know you write books—"

"Don't get smart on me."

"Although, if you wanted so badly for me to read them, you could have just told me—"

"Don't," Romanoff cut her off, advancing forward, trapping Y/n against the trunk of the tree behind her, "test me."

The close proximity between them made Y/n lose focus on the argument, her eyes drifting towards the lips before her. When her eyes averted to Romanoff's, she found the latter also doing the same. Chest abnormally rose and fell, as if still caught up with training. But for Y/n, it was for a different reason.

"How can you defend the camp, your parents, your own family, if you won't be able to defend yourself?" Romanoff muttered with jaw clenched.

"I'm . . . I'm pretty good at archery."

This softened the mentor's stature.

"I," Y/n softly added, "I'm really good with bows and arrows."

Romanoff then stepped back. "Show me."

A wide grin spread on Y/n's face as she made her way back to her parents' hut, where she retrieved her weapons.

 

Y/N SUDDENLY woke up disoriented and lost, making her look around her surroundings, which was surprisingly crowded at the moment. The others were there with Layla sitting on the side of her bed. The witch squeezed her hand, almost making the human jump.

"Y/n, you're finally awake," Layla gasped happily. The witch's friends rejoiced behind her, as if they had witnessed the reunion of two lovers. 

Layla's presence overwhelmed the normie, the small headache in the latter's head slowly turning into a migraine. Thankfully, Pepper noticed this, making her shoo Layla and her friends out the tent.

Once alone, Y/n managed to a sit as she asked, "How long was I out?"

"Two days," Pepper replied, handing Y/n a glass of water. Y/n took a small sip before her hand instinctively went to wrap around her side.

"Does it hurt?"

Y/n shook her head, pulling her tunic up to see the bandaged area. "It just feels weird . . . I swore I could have died."

There was a short pause after that, making Y/n remember about what happened. But before she could put much thought into it and ask how Pepper managed to heal her, Pepper abruptly broke the silence.

"I bet you must be hungry. I'll head to Bruce's kitchen to request for a meal."

"Thank you," Y/n said, her eyes then taking in the flowers on her bedside table. "What are all these flowers for?"

Pepper softly chuckled. The innocent and oblivious look on the human's face was too fun to look at. "You've got a lot of admirers, Y/n. Especially, one certain witch—"

"Oh, Layla and I are not a thing, I promise," Y/n interjected.

"I'm talking about Wanda," Pepper said, smiling.

Y/n's brow furrowed in confusion. "What about her?"

The nurse shrugged her shoulders. "She visits you a lot. I just thought you're someone special to her."

Pepper left the human with a lot of questions. Y/n couldn't help the butterflies fluttering in her stomach and the redness from her cheeks from growing. Did Wanda really do that?

She shook her head. Of course not. Y/n must have slept too long, for she might still be dreaming.

 

DAYS AGO, Wanda hadn't left Y/n's side once visitors were finally allowed inside the nurse's infirmary. Although, she had done it so discreetly that others apart from Pepper couldn't even tell.

Pepper told her Y/n had lost a lot of blood, so she had no choice but to use one of the healing spells found in Grimoire, an old book of black magic. 

Y/n's wound was still there, stitched closed, soon to become a scar to remind the human of the good deeds she had done in her life, to remind Wanda of how she had completely misunderstood humans.

Wanda's parents used to teach her and Pietro about all the spells, including the ones she had unintentionally read from the book hidden by her father in their basement. But she had never really put it into practice, not when most of the time, she was just living along witches who just knew how to do it. And she never needed to perform one.

When Pepper first saw Wanda visit Y/n, she didn't make a noise so as not to startle Wanda. Wanda had gotten so worried for Y/n hadn't even stirred for hours straight since yesterday and she wondered if the spell Pepper casted wouldn't help normies at all.

"She's a tough one. Y/n, I mean."

Wanda jumped in surprise, eyes filled with embarrassment from getting caught of being there. Her mind started to think whether she'd had the time to slip out the tent or not.

As if sensing the trouble swimming in the woman's eyes, Pepper added, "It's okay, you don't need to leave. I know you don't trust Avengers that much, but I swear you and your friends are in good hands."

Wanda swallowed a lump in her throat before she calmed down.

"Is Y/n going to be okay?" Wanda asked, her eyes now on Y/n.

Pepper nodded. "She'll probably be awake tomorrow or later than that. The loss of blood really took a toll in her body."

Wanda's hand clung unto the sheets before her, craving to touch the motionless hand just laying inches away.

"I saw you use one of the forbidden healing spells on her. Does it work on humans?" She was worried so she had to ask.

The nurse stiffened before she smiled, understanding where the other witch was coming from, although she was surprised how Wanda had known. "We've been using these spells for a while now, especially when Deviants had become so barbaric. It would be a miracle when no Avenger will be sent to my tent after a mission."

There was a pause after that before Pepper went on.

"Y/n has been doing this since she was a teenager, so you need not worry."

Wanda tensed, remembering what her  brother had said to her. "Since her parents were killed by witches, right?"

Pepper nodded sadly. "I can still remember the first time Y/n and I crossed paths."

Wanda looked at the nurse and listened, her hand stretched before her, the tip of her finger touching Y/n's pinkie finger. How one single small touch could bring so much into her, Wanda had no idea.

"I knew her one time when her parents had adopted stray witches. I was one of them," Pepper continued. "And when I saw Y/n again some time later, she was crying. When I asked what happened, she said that bad people murdered her family. And I can still remember the fear in her eyes. It was tragic to see."

Wanda's guilt had reached to the brim, for Y/n and her fate were no different, making her realize that the world was not divided by witches and humans after all, but of good people and the bad ones.

Another patient groaned on the other side of the tent, making Pepper excuse herself to attend. Then it was just Wanda and Y/n alone.

Wanda couldn't help but stare at Y/n's resting features though, how she looked so calm, quiet and beautiful, her skin looking so soft and inviting, urging her to touch the human's hand.

Beautiful?

Did Wanda really just think Y/n's beautiful?

Wanda shook her head, shaking herself from the silly thoughts. She was just guilty of what she had said to the human, nothing else.

Her shaking fingers slowly reached out to Y/n, until she could wrap them around the human's soft hand and relax from the warmth she exuded.

"I'm so sorry," Wanda murmured, licking her lips nervously. "I didn't mean what I said to you. Please get better."

The witch swore Y/n's fingers twitch from her touch but she could just be imagining it.

 

TWO DAYS have passed before the news about Y/n finally waking up reached to Wanda. Wanda had never found herself rushing to things before, heart thuddering so loud inside her chest on the possibility of seeing Y/n again. 

Just to give her apologies. Just to apologize. Or so Wanda tried to convince herself.

She hurriedly barged outside of her tent, accidentally bumping into someone she had been dreading to avoid in her entire life.

"Wanda, I found you. Pietro didn't mention to me that you're here too."

Wanda let out an annoyed sigh as she acknowledged the man before her. "Vision."

Vision surprisingly gave her a hug to which she didn't reciprocate. The female witch couldn't wait to get out from the uncomfortable position.

Vision had become a nuisance in Wanda's life, ever since the former saw the latter while visiting for some stocks in the neighboring town. Vision had then set his eyes on the beautiful damsel, while the lady only saw him as nothing but an arrogant, self-righteous man.

"What are you doing here?" she asked rather harshly. 

Vision didn't seem to notice her tone though. "It's also what I'm going to ask you, Wanda. You cannot trust humans, especially the Avengers. It appears that Pietro is one of them. Don't tell me you are too?"

Wanda raised her eyebrow at him, her arms crossing over her chest. "And what if I am?"

"Come on, Wanda," Vision scoffed, challenging the woman. "I know how you despise humans. Remember what they did to our families, to your parents?"

Wanda shook her head, stepping away from Vision as she headed towards Pepper's tent. Vision followed her.

"The past is the past, Vision," she replied, trying to walk as fast as possible. The man matched her pace.

"So you're willing to forgive them after all?"

"They saved you," Wanda defended. "They saved us."

"What about your parents?" Vision went on. "What would they say to you if they're alive?"

"Vision, stop pestering my sister!"

Pietro came to the rescue. Wanda had never been more grateful.

"I'm just saying I wouldn't want my future wife to be fraternizing with humans, it's just revolting to see," Vision said.

Wanda scoffed in disbelief, stopping in her tracks. "Wife?! Have you gone delusional?"

Pietro only pushed Vision back when the latter attempted to reach for Wanda. 

"You're the reason Y/n got hurt," Pietro started, fists clutching the front of Vision's tunic. "Aren't you thankful enough she saved you?"

Wanda's eyes suddenly turned red, indescribable emotion resurfacing inside her. She had moments like this before but she couldn't seem to remember how to control it. "What did you say?"

Pietro and Vision paused arguing, eyes averted towards the red mist swirling around Wanda's hands.

Pietro hurriedly let Vision go and escorted his sister behind someone's tent to calm down.

"Breathe with me, Wanda," Pietro softly cooed at her, rubbing her shoulders. "Inhale . . . exhale."

Wanda did as her brother had told her.

Eventually, the red in her eyes disappeared. 

"I'm sorry," Wanda apologized, blinking in confusion as if she had just woken up. "I didn't lose control, right?"

Pietro shook his head. "No, Sis, it's okay. You're okay."

The last thing Wanda wanted was to lose control inside the Avengers' camp.

"Come on," Pietro began, bringing her back to her senses. "Y/n's finally awake, let's go visit her."

Forcing a smile, Wanda nodded, trying to bury the worry of what she could have done when she'd lost her control.

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2.2k | Ezra x gn!reader | one-shot

established relationship, negative body image, anxiety attack, emotional support Summary: Ezra has not been the same since losing his arm in the Green. When he suffers an anxiety attack, he reveals his biggest fear — not being enough for you. A/N: I love Ezra with all my heart and I can only imagine how difficult it must be to navigate life after losing an arm, especially in “ordinary” situations such as hugging the person he loves. I just had to give him reassurance and comfort. 🤍 masterlist | AO3

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

The dim glow of the moonlight casts a soft illumination across the room, highlighting shadows that dance on the walls. The silence of the night is broken by a subtle sound — a muffled sob that echoes through the otherwise quiet hut. You lie on your cot, eyes wide open, unable to ignore the pattern that has emerged over the past few nights any longer.

Ezra, the enigmatic prospector you’ve come to recognize and admire for his strength and composure over the past year of your partnership, is struggling.

You can hear him pacing in the living area, a restless energy evident in each step. Occasionally, a stifled whimper escapes him, the weight of his emotions too much to contain. It’s a painful symphony of anxiety that unfolds behind the closed door.

As much as you want to respect his privacy, the concern gnaws at you, urging you to offer support. You slip out of your covers and put on your sweater, guided by the muted sounds emanating from your partner. The door creaks softly as you open it, revealing Ezra standing near the window, his silhouette framed by the moonlight. 

His gaze is fixed on the distant moon, his shoulders are hunched, and his hand grips the edge of the windowsill as if anchoring himself in a storm. His breathing is rapid, shallow, and you can see the distress in his eyes.

It’s clear that he’s in the midst of an anxiety attack.

You immediately move towards him, concern etching your features. “Ezra, hey, what’s going on?” Your voice is soft, trying to cut through the chaotic thoughts that might be racing through his mind.

He looks up at you, his eyes wide with panic, and it takes a moment for him to register your presence. “I–I don’t know,” he stammers, his words coming out in fragments. “It just–it hit me.”

You move to stand beside him, giving him some space while remaining close enough to offer comfort. “It’s okay, Ezra. I’m here. Take deep breaths with me, alright?” You model the slow, deliberate inhales and exhales, hoping he’ll follow suit.

He tries to mimic your breathing, but it’s clear that the anxiety has a tight grip on him. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and his attempts to regulate his breath are met with resistance.

“Focus on me, Ezra,” you encourage, gently placing a hand on his back to rub soothing circles into his strained muscles. “You’re safe here. Let’s try it together. In…and out.”

It takes a while, but gradually, his breathing starts to sync with yours. The rhythm becomes steadier, and you can feel some of the tension beginning to dissipate. Still, his eyes are wide with residual fear.

“Do you think you can tell me what triggered this?” you ask, your voice soft and understanding, sympathy evident in your eyes.

Ezra shakes his head and lifts his gaze to meet yours, struggling to find the words to properly convey the inner turmoil he is facing. “I don’t know,” he admits, his voice breaking. 

“Everything just felt...overwhelming. I couldn’t catch my breath for the life of me, and my mind started racing like a runaway train — thoughts careening in every direction. Images, memories, and possibilities colliding, creating a chaotic symphony of ideas that I struggled to make sense of.” 

You nod, recognizing the unpredictable nature of anxiety. “It’s alright, Ezra,” you coo. “Sometimes, our minds can play tricks on us and cause us to feel everything at once.” You continue tenderly rubbing his back. “What’s important is that you’re not alone, and I need you to know that you’re not alone.” 

Ezra takes another deep breath and nods weakly, the color slowly returning to his face. “I am truly sorry for disturbing your peace, sugar plum,” he mumbles, apologizing for something beyond his control.

“You don’t need to apologize,” you reassure him, a comforting smile gracing your lips. 

When you feel his muscles tense again, you can’t help but furrow your brow with worry. “Look at me, Ezra,” you prompt quietly, reaching out to gently place a hand on his arm. “Will you tell me what’s going on? I might be able to help, you know.”

You search his dark eyes and softly rub the skin beneath his shirt’s short sleeve. “But I need you to let me in.”

He looks out of the window again, avoiding your gaze, and you can see the remnants of dread in his eyes, vulnerability evident in the set of his shoulders.

“There’s nothing going on that needs to trouble that beautiful mind of yours, sugar plum. Just a rough night.” He shakes his head and glances at you, sensing that his attempt at deception, in this case for your own good, is not having its desired effect.

You know him too well, know the man behind the rugged, sly persona he’s been cultivating as a survival tactic. You know what’s hidden beneath, shielded from prying eyes, only revealed to the people who are worthy of his love and devotion — first Cee, now you. 

“Ezra, I’ve heard you. I’ve heard you pacing, and I’ve heard the tears. It’s not ‘nothing’.” You cup his cheek with your hand, your eyes boring into his. “You don’t have to hide from me.”

He takes a deep breath, the facade slipping away as he meets your eyes, his shoulders trembling slightly. He hesitates for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “I just–I cannot seem to shake this feeling, this overwhelming feeling of grief and hopelessness that is threatening to pull me down into the depths of darkness every time I am alone with my thoughts.”

You see the tears welling up in his eyes and feel your heart break in your chest. 

Ezra looks away, trying to contain the flood of emotions threatening to spill over. “I thought I could handle the memories floating around in my mind, memories of death, destruction, greed, loss. I honestly, truly thought I could move on with my life, be a better man for you and Cee, and lead an honorable life here in our community. On this stunning piece of land I am so fortunate to find myself on.”

He clenches his fist, and closes his eyes.

“But it is always there, always, always there. No matter what I do. No matter how hard I try. It is always lurking in the shadows of my existence, following me, holding me back.” He sighs deeply and opens his eyes to look at you, his brow furrowed. “I am haunted by the absence of my arm. I miss him deeply, in everything I do. And at night, when darkness takes over, when everything is quiet, it is all I can think about.

It’s a pain that goes beyond the physical, a yearning for a wholeness that seems elusive.”

He turns to face you fully, gently tracing your cheek with the back of his fingers. Your heart aches for him, understanding the weight of his words.

“I am broken beyond repair, my darling, and I cannot help but feel that you would be better off if I was go–”

Without a word, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a warm and reassuring embrace. Ezra hesitates for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact, but then he leans into the hug, allowing himself to be enveloped by the comfort you offer.

The room around you is silent, and all that can be heard is the subtle sound of his breath.

You can feel the tension in Ezra’s body as he wraps his arm around you, the heavy burden, the weight of his grief he’s been carrying alone all this time. Slowly, you start to sway gently, a rhythm that seems to soothe the troubled thoughts that linger in his mind. The embrace is tight but gentle, a silent reassurance that he’s not alone — and that you’re not going anywhere.

As you hold him, you sense a subtle shift in his demeanor. A quiver runs through his body, and you realize he’s starting to cry. It’s a quiet, almost imperceptible release of emotions that he's been holding back for too long. You tighten your grip, offering him a safe space to let go.

“You’re not alone in this, Ezra,” you whisper. “Losing a part of yourself is a profound loss and it’s okay to hurt. It’s okay to grieve. And you don’t have to be silent about it. I’m here for you.”

After a while, the tears subside, and you loosen your embrace just enough to look into his eyes with sincerity, keeping your hands on his shoulders. 

Ezra’s eyes glisten with hurt and uncertainty, something you’ve never seen in them before. You brush away a stray tear from his cheek, your touch gentle and calming. 

“I cannot adequately describe how much I despise myself for not being able to do this properly — the way you deserve, my precious sugar plum,” he murmurs, pain straining his voice. 

You tilt your head in confusion, unable to decipher what exactly he’s talking about. “What do you mean?” you ask softly, a reassuring smile prompting him to answer you.

“This,” he whispers as he pulls you closer, resting his forehead against yours with closed eyes. “I cannot help but think about how my missing arm, my incompleteness, prevents me from embracing you properly. You deserve the world, my darling, and I can’t even present you with a hug. You deserve a man who can hold you close and show you the love and affection you deserve, and I am truly sorry for having deprived you for so long.”

You pull away enough to look into his eyes again, anger now simmering beneath your skin. 

How dare this capable, intelligent, and loyal man entertain the notion that he deprived you of anything. Throughout your time together, all he’s done is take care of you, offering you a life teeming with adventure and love. It’s unfathomable that, even for a fleeting moment, he would think you’d be better off without him.

“I love you, Ezra, and I understand what you’re trying to say, I really do,” you say as calmly as possible, taking deep breaths. “But I need you to listen to me very carefully now because I need you to hear and understand every word. Can you do that?”

“Of course, my darling,” he answers with a nod. “You have my undivided attention.”

Your features soften as you witness the sad admiration in his gaze. “I can’t imagine how unimaginably traumatizing it must have been to lose your arm, having to adapt and relearn everything you knew how to do before. But you did it, you persevered. Because you are strong.”

You lift your hand to cup his cheek, causing him to lean into your touch immediately. “I have seen the incredible progress you’ve made since you and Cee arrived here and, Ezra, I’m so fucking proud of you.”

He looks at you, a mix of gratitude and disbelief in his eyes, a single tear making its way down his cheek.

“But I can’t even hug you. I can’t hold you like I want to, like I should be able to.”

You smile, reaching up to wipe away the tear. “Ezra, a hug is not just about arms. It’s about connection, about being close to someone. And in case you haven’t noticed, our hug right now is pretty perfect to me.”

He chuckles through a tear-streaked smile, a flicker of relief in his eyes. “You really think so, sugar plum?”

“I know so,” you affirm with a genuine smile on your lips. “Your worth isn’t determined by the number of limbs you have. It’s about the person you are, the heart you have, and the way you make people feel — what matters is this.”

You gently take his hand and guide it to your chest, so he can feel the steady rhythm of your heart beneath the fabric of your sweater. “You feel this?” He nods slowly as you put your hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat.

“You aren’t broken, my love. You’re human.”

Ezra takes a moment to absorb your words, and you can see a shift in his demeanor. The weight on his shoulders seems to lighten and you can see the spark in his beautiful, dark eyes return.

“You’re perfect just the way you are, Ezra,” you coo. “And if you ever feel the darkness pull at you again, try to remember that you have someone here who sees you, all of you, and thinks the absolute world of you.�� 

He nods, his signature smile spreading across his face. “Thank you, my darling,” he says, his voice filled with gratitude.

You pull him back into your arms, holding him close once more.

In that moment, you both find solace in the simple act of being together. The room is filled with the quiet understanding that perfection isn’t about the absence of flaws but about embracing every part of oneself — scars and all.

“After all my time floating through this forsaken universe, searching for meaning,” he murmurs into your ear, a soft smile gracing his lips, “it turns out that love is the answer. Quite poetic, don’t you think?” —

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[fromasgardandback]

Our Routine on Tatooine

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

description: Obi-Wan and Y/N moved to Tatooine after Order 66 to protect Luke.

word count: 1.0k

warning: illusions to a fun night ;) , pure fluff (our boy needs it)

masterlist | oneshots

After Order 66 was set in place by the Imperial Army. One by one the Sith and Storm Troopers killed every last Jedi. They tried but failed to kill a few strong members. All the Jedi left went into hiding and with the birth of Padme’s children, Obi-Wan took her son to Tatooine. His father, Anakin, was born on Tatooine and had family there. Y/N went along with Obi-Wan vowing with Yoda and Senator Organa to protect Luke when the time came. She also promised to protect Leia as well as Obi-Wan. It was safer for them to reside on Tatooine knowing the terrain would keep them hidden versus being on a planet that resembles Coruscant. Y/N would have loved to be with Leia on Alderaan, but the chances of her being seen and killed were far too great. She did promise the Senator that she would try to visit as least once a year if she could. 

Obi-Wan and Y/N headed to their hut home after giving Luke over to Ben and Beru. They knew a little of the backstory but understood and took Luke without hesitation. They told the couple that they were staying in Tatooine to help take care of Luke and protect him when the time came. Although a few times they think they could take care of Luke, it was a conscious decision that he belonged with his family. Obi-Wan opened the door and Y/N walked through. It was a nice-sized home for them to share. It had the essentials they needed and was hidden from any kind of danger. His new alias would be Ben Kenobi, which she thought was a little odd because they all knew him as Kenobi and knew what he looked like. It wouldn’t be hard to put the two and two together. Y/N opted for a total name change to Ryland Mercia. 

“Hey, Obi-Wan, why’d you change your name to Ben? It’s such a common name and you didn’t change your last name.” She asked setting down their food.

“I wanted to settle on something simple. Something that if I was in danger, I could remember easily. If you get hit in the head somewhere and are in need of identity, how will you remember a name like Ryland Mercia?” He asked back looking up at her.

“It was my grandmother’s name.” She said quietly. He quickly took notice of her demeanor change. She got quiet and refused to eat after, heading directly to bed. 

Although the home was an open concept, there was a curtain to give privacy in their shared bed. Obi-Wan didn’t mean to upset her, and she would testify that it wasn’t him. He didn’t do anything but the realization set into her quickly that he is all she has now. Her family was murdered by a Sith Lord on her way to the Jedi Temple as a child. And all the family she had in the Jedi’s are all gone. She grew to fight alongside Obi-Wan, being in the same class of younglings growing up. Attachments aren’t allowed in the Jedi Code, so she hid her fantasy of being with him, but now that there are no Jedi, that door is open.

The routine that Y/N and Obi-Wan had was getting up before dawn. Sitting together in solitude and meditating. After that, they would tap into the Force to train, physically and mentally. After that, they found themselves a few jobs to keep up with their bills and themselves fed. For a few years, food was scarce and hard to find. It got harder and worse when famine swept the area, but they made do. At night they would talk, enjoy the company, and read to one another. After about a year of living on Tatooine and a drunken night, Obi-Wan was the first to make a move. She didn’t stop him, she didn’t want him to stop. Without the other's knowledge, the fantasy has been there for a while. The temptation when they moved in became greater. It shocked them both that they lasted a year without this kind of mishap happening. Obi-Wan woke up before Y/N did and noticed the position they were in. The blanket loosely lay over their naked bodies that were entangled together. He didn’t dare to move, too engrossed in her beauty. A slight ray of sunshine came through, giving her a golden hue. She stirred awake, looking up to find him looking down at her.

“Morning.” She blushed as she saw his smile.

“Morning, darling.” He chuckled.

“We uh…” She chuckled hiding her face in his neck. “We had fun last night.” He smiled, rubbing his hand gently down her back and up again.

“Yeah, we did. Felt good to be affectionate again. I haven’t told you this before, but I’ve had an undying love for you since we were teenagers. You came into the training room one day, and I was sold.” Obi-Wan confessed with a slight blush coming over his face.

“What? I’ve had a crush on you since we were kids too. I guess it was in the Force that we were meant to be.” Y/N smiled, leaving a few kisses on his jawline.

“I love you, Y/N.” He held her closer.

“I love you, Obi-Wan.” She leaned into him.

Quietly they got married a few years after with the help of Ben and Beru doing the wedding and Senator Organa arranging a sweet honeymoon. They kept it quiet as possible so no Sith or Imperial Army came after anyone. It was very kind of them to do that and with every change Obi-Wan or Y/N got they thanked them. As soon as they landed home, the call came in that Leia was in trouble and they were off to save her. A Jedi’s work is never finished, but it makes it easier knowing they could be together forever. Protecting the children of Anakin and Padme.

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[servants-hall]

All Creatures Great and Small producer Yvonne Francas gives an inside track on the Christmas episode

All Creatures Great and Small is heading back to our screens for a Christmas special, which is due to be full of seasonal joy and high emotion.

"It’s a journey of love, kindness, and warmth," reveals the show’s producer Yvonne Francas, as What to Watch catches up with her for an exclusive chat to get a sneak preview of the upcoming episode, airing on Channel 5 on Thursday 21 December at 9 pm. It will air on PBS Masterpiece in the New Year after the fourth season.

Set at Yuletide 1940, it sees caring vet James (Nicholas Ralph) spending the festivities away from both Skeldale House and his heavily pregnant wife Helen (Rachel Shenton) as he is training with the RAF.

Here, Yvonne Francas spills the beans on the All Creatures Great and Small Christmas special…

All Creatures Great and Small’s Christmas episodes are always a delight. Is there a pressure to produce something that's heartwarming for the show’s fans? “Yes, we want to deliver something special. It took 12 to 14 days to film and a couple of months to prepare. It's a pressure but a lovely one to have, because I’ve not worked on another show that’s as loved by its audience.”

How would you sum up this episode? “It's about the absence of people, because James and Tristan [his fellow vet played by Callum Woodhouse] are away at war and everyone is missing them. But it’s also about community and family coming together. There’s romance and joy, and wonderful animal stories! We even have a fight over who’ll be Father Christmas – Siegfried [Samuel West] doesn’t want that position!"

How is James feeling about being apart from Helen for Christmas? “James would love to be with Helen, but he's having to accept what serving means, because the people he is with are in the same boat and desperate to get home but they're not allowed…”

And Helen is heavily pregnant now. What has it been like for Rachel to wear the prosthetic bumps? “We’ve used several prosthetic bumps for Helen in this series and Rachel had an advisor, who used to be a midwife. But Rachel’s amazing and completely gets it!”

We hear the RAF base has an avian mascot that James needs to treat. Is there anything you can reveal about that? “Yes, the men need their mascot to be fit, as it gives them confidence to do their job. We chose a bird, because it echoes the RAF wings. It’s beautiful and we sent Nick for training to familiarise himself with handling it.

“We also have our regular animals at Christmas like Jess and Dash [Skeldale House’s dogs], Tricki-Woo [Mrs Pumphrey’s beloved pooch] and Oscar the cat. Humbug, who plays Oscar, loves being cuddled! We have another dog too, who isn’t friendly, and Carmody [James Anthony-Rose] deals with that…”

What was it like filming the airbase scenes at the Yorkshire Air Museum at Elvington, near York? “It’s so authentic. We brought in a Nissen hut and located three planes that still exist that would have flown to train airmen at the time and they flew around for us. I sat in one and you do feel exposed to the elements.

“For the RAF costumes, we used a costumier and also sourced some through our military advisor Taff Gillingham. Nick enjoyed wearing his, it gave him a different demeanour. He looks the part. In one scene, he had to run in the uniform, overcoat and hat and he never complained, even though it was June!”

Was it tough keeping everybody cool when you were filming? “We had around 115 supporting artistes throughout the Christmas episode, with many in coats and scarves for the party. As it was summer, when we were outside, we had shaded areas and cold drinks and Melissa Gallant, the executive producer, brought ice lollies! Then, in the studio, fans were on and doors were open when we weren’t shooting.”

And what can you tell us about the Christmas community dinner that kindly housekeeper Mrs Hall (Anna Madeley) organises in The Drovers Arms? “The war affects what they can provide, although Mrs Hall finds an ally who puts their hands on more food and it’s a wonderful spread. Our art department researched what they’d have been able to get hold of and Bethany Heald, our home economist, created some amazing food.”

How hard has it been to recreate a wartime Christmas? “The art department did research online and in books and magazines. We have paper angels and crepe paper banners because people made their own decorations then and our production base is opposite a Christmas tree farm, so we chose lovely trees.

“There’s a big one in Darrowby’s square and the special effects people created fake snow, which they sieved onto the ground, and they used foam when it needed to come out of the sky, which was supplemented with online visual effects. With roaring fires and carols too, the episode does feel Christmassy!”

The Christmas special of All Creatures Great and Small airs on Thursday December 21 at 9pm on Channel 5 and it will also be available on My5. It will air on PBS Masterpiece early next year.

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[dumps-write]

Aqua-drowned Comfort

(Part one of Summer Escapades)

Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

Word#: 4.4K

Synopsis: Following the silence that envelop the camp during nightfall, you had a brilliant idea of pulling Dylan (the only one awake + your favorite counselor-buddy) along to your plan of sneaking out and swimming in the lake. You didn't expect that Dylan would be in such a bad mood, so you cheered him up only for things to start getting heated.

TWs and CWs // Explicit Make-out session, Skinny Dipping, Bad Mood Dylan / Snappy Dylan, Bad Words, Reader's personality is as the same as the usual Dylan aka they're also a clown, Mentions of the campers, Other counselors are mentioned here as well, Blossoming Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Camp Crushes Mentioned, Emma and Reader are besties as well(implied), Dylan and Reader are somehow good swimmers.

A/N: A series for Dylan? Oh I couldn't have- This account was supposed to be for multiple fandoms but my Quarry imaginations has not yet burnout so.... You all have to keep up with my Dylan simp train cuz I'm like the driver of said-train. As always, please leave thoughts and stuff cuz I appreciate it alot! Oh and the hot stuff (ifykyk) would be on the part 2!

Dylan was closing up the radio hut for the night of the full moon, kids are already asleep in their cabins and other counselors are probably too. You creeped behind Dylan and tapped the tall man on the shoulder.

You felt his body jump at the sudden contact, Dylan looked back slowly and saw your face with an amused grin. “Really, dude? Shouldn't you be asleep?” he aggravates, locking the door to the radio hut before fully turning to you; a questioning look on his face, raising both his arm to his sides. “Out with it..?”

“Can't sleep, so.... how about me and you go on an adventure..? A planned one, of course.” You humbly persuaded, ignoring Dylan's unhappy tone. Your eyes wandered around the dark silent cabins and not a single peep could be heard.

Dylan raised an eyebrow at you before dryly laughing, clearly bothered by your 'plans'. “Nuh-uh, We'd both get fired definitely.” Dylan shook his head, twirling the keys to the shack in his fingers.

You looked at Dylan like he was a party pooper, that's weird, really weird. “Oh, I hear that now? Mr. H’s car is gone therefore he's not here, plus we'd only get fired if someone decides to show and tell. Come on, sneak out into the night with me, man.” Huffing as you tried to coax Dylan into carrying out a super secret mission.

“Look, dude... I have to wake up tomorrow early for my announcements. Hm... but, I'll bite, so what is this 'plan' of yours?” Dylan queried, his fingers making air quotes.

Dylan walked towards his cabin, you striding alongside him with furrowed eyebrows — getting slightly bored of Dylan. “Skinny Dipping.” you deadpanned.

Dylan looked at you with a weird expression, tripping over a rock as you let out a chuckle, catching him in the near-demise of his pretty face. “I’m going to sleep.” he gawked after thanking you for stopping his fall.

“Boo~ come on! It'll be fun, plus you seem like you're in a sour mood for some reason...” You try to convince one last time, putting on the most join-worthy face with a goofy grin.

Dylan hesitates turning on the door to his cabin and lovely bed, he looks back to you with a resigned sigh.

“Fine, BUT, I won't go full-on commando on the lake, alright?” he said, lifting a finger at you to make sure you knew he was serious; to which he rarely ever was.

A small celebratory cheer slipped out of you before you covered your mouth with your hands, looking around the place with no soul in sight to make sure no one really heard you.

“Alright, alright... I just needed someone to accompany me, that's all.. Also how'd you know I was referring to the lake, we have a pool, you know?”

“I saw a CCTV camera near the pool area, so I don't think you'd want Mr. H to see you with your dong waggling out and all.” Dylan responds, finally smiling lightly ever since the first time you approached him in the radio shack earlier. He looked at you smugly as you pulled at his hand to go down the small cabin staircase.

You gasped scandalously at Dylan's sentence before a small chuckle left your lips.

“Excuse me?! But... Fair enough, but why do you think I wouldn't want that?” you gaped with jaw drop, nodding your head in question of Dylan accusatorily, laughing lightly at the morphing of Dylan's smug face into the 'are you serious' expression.

“Don't give me that look, Mr. 'I make juice jokes about Mr. H' Lenivy.” You sassed, huffing slightly at Dylan's for-the-first-time stoic behavior.

The walk on the way to the lake was long through the dense, dark forest but Dylan kept you company and finally started to seem more like himself rather than his earlier 'Ryan-like personality'. However, you were worried at the way Dylan avoided your questions throughout the walk about his bad mood earlier. Whenever you raised that question, he managed to switch the topics to something else like an expert. It was worrying alright, you have to ask for the gossip tomorrow with Emma or get it out of him during the full-moon sneaky swim on the lake. You also brought a bag, you hid in the back of the outside of your cabin, it contained clothes, just in case your clothes or Dylan's got wet.

“Also, dude, how come you were still awake? The kids would definitely not approve of you leaving their cabins without supervision, especially not the twins.” Dylan asked, playing with the keys to the radio shack in his fingers, a relieved sigh leaving his mouth as the lake docks were visible.

“Oh my god, don't even mention them. I snuck out after putting the whiners to sleep, also, Didn't I begged you to let us switch cabins cuz my group will kill me literally before I reach a ripe age. They are devouring my sanity...” You cried, an aggrieved expression visible on your face as Dylan tried to keep himself from bursting into laughter but ultimately, failed to do so.

“Don't laugh at my suffering, you dick.” You reprimanded, clenching your fist — ready to hit this man with full force.

“Okay, okay...” He said, raising his hands up above his head in surrender.

“But sorry man, You're on your own there, my kids are not the best either but I sure as hell know that yours are a 100 percent times worse.”

“They are not! Um! The guy with the glasses, Uhm... Flinn! He's a good kid!” Scoffing at the audacity of Dylan and his ludicrous statement.

“Well, there's bound to be some good fruits among rotten ones but sorry to say, Y/N... That you have the most stinky basket of fruits.” He responds with a playful smile, but at the same time he consoled your unluckiness with his tone.

“You—! Ugh, that analogy isn't true, you know?!” You denied his words fully with a frown, his condescending grin looked very punchable right about now.

“Uh-huh, Keep telling that to yourself, it's totally bound to be factual at some point.” He sarcastically rebuked, swaying his arms as both your feet stepped on the planks of the docks, finally the cold lake breeze somehow relaxing both of you.

“Lucky Abi though, her basket of fruits has definitely the best ones.” Dylan added, taking in the breeze with a long inhale.

“I know right, Mr. H was unfair in separating them in groups, ugh.” You hissed with gritted teeth at the memory of your punishment for being late to the counselor's meeting on the first day aka he assigned the worst of the worst on you.

“Welp, we are here, Jesus christ... Let's stop talking about the brats and start swimming!” You cheered, Dylan laughing at your sheer enthusiasm and energy despite it being late at night.

You started removing pieces of clothing, starting from your top down to your underwear. As you hooked your fingers on your boxers, you stopped motions for a moment, the noticeable pair of eyes fixated on your strip tease made you freeze. “Dude, I can feel your eyes on the back of my head, some privacy.”

You looked back at Dylan with a leer, causing him to cough awkwardly before looking away. “Another man can look, it's not like you got a lot to hide anyway.” he said, rolling his eyes.

You huff out a laugh before removing your underwear completely and running toward the wooden docks’ end before diving a cannonball on the lake with a splash, a fun shout accompanying it.

“Come on, DJ! Get in here!” you said loudly, waving at him with a giddy expression.

“Yeah yeah... On my way, you... hyper-active merman..” he called out after you, going over to the edge of the dock before removing his shirt and frankly noticed your stare as your head was half-underwater with your other half plus body submerged, creating air bubbles with your mouth.

“That’s kinda creepy. Didn't you know that the bathroom waste from the island goes in there?” He explains, removing his pants before going in carefully with still his underwear on. Dylan's body shivered at the icy feeling of the water, being careful of ruining and wetting his hair.

“Gross.” you immediately straightened your body at Dylan's words of wisdom.

He chortles before swimming over to you as you were now face-to-face with the renowned DJ of the camp.

“Also, boooo! You should've removed all of it!” you jeered, giving Dylan two thumbs down to which Dylan responds with a roll of the eyes. “I told you earlier.” And now it was your turn to roll your own eyes.

“Nothing wrong with two guys fully naked on the lake, pussy.” you taunted him with a playful look, to which he gasped and dismissed with a disapproving exhale.

“Not every person is the same, you know?” he snapped, to which you furrowed your eyebrows out and looked at him in solemn apology.

“Sorry, sorry.. dude, what's up anyway? Spill, why are you upset?” you respond with both an apology and question causing Dylan to ignore the question and just nodded, “It’s fine.” he mumbled out, swimming away as your curiosity peaked at his abnormal and unusual behavior.

You grab him by the arm, causing the man's body to jolt and looking at you, confused. “No, I'm serious, Dylan. What's going on?” you said firmly, not letting this one go as you were not only curious but also extremely worried for Dylan.

“It’s nothing, just mood swings. Alright? Just let it go.” he responds, uttering it silently —barely to be heard as tried to shake your hand off of him, causing some small splashes of water

“No, you're not usually like this and mood swings are not a reason and you know it.” you were not buying his half-assed explanation as much as you wanted to mind your business, you just couldn't.

Dylan stayed silent, glancing at you hesitantly.

“Is it because... I invited you here..?” You said cautiously, your throat swallowing the horrible feeling creeping up your spine, the last thing you'd want is for Dylan to hate you. Your grip on his arm slowly loosening at the gloomy feeling. At some point, you thought all of the counselors hated you, well except Dylan who you get to make jokes and laugh with. His blasè-ness rubbing off of you as days pass by.

“No, No! God, no, it's not you.” Dylan chided, sighing in forfeit as he peeped at you in embarrassment. Dylan reached and squeezed your hand underwater.

“Just... I saw my summer crush, getting chummy with one of the other counselors.” He confessed awkwardly, his face tinting in red at what he just admitted. He bit his cheek as he waited for your much-needed response.

“Oh.” Was all you could mutter though as you released a long exhaled breath that you didn't know, you were holding.

You wanted to laugh at your earlier presumption but the air was a bit tense for you to do so. “Well, whoever they are, they're clearly missing out on a lot of things.” You said with a small chuckle scanning Dylan's face and the upper part of his torso which was visible thanks to the moonlight.

“Thanks, means a lot man.” He blurted, smiling awfully wide to himself.

You drag him by the hands harshly, surprising him and causing him to suddenly scream in the most high-pitched tone you could imagine, the sound of your loud-ass laugh echoing in the air as you pulled him towards the middle of the lake which he protested slightly before agreeing. His sulking face earlier was fully vaporized into nothing as his normal and usual goofy smile was back now.

You and Dylan were now underneath the docks, back against the wall as you both were tired from splashing and swimming around. His mood seemed to improve quickly.

So now, you are now having 1-on-1 conversation with Dylan again instead of playing around the water earlier. “So who's this summer crush?” You asked curiously, thinking of all the possibilities. Truth be told, you don't even know if Dylan likes men or women.

“Nope, not happening. What about you? I have a strong feeling that it's Mr. H~ At this point, you should ask for his number.” Dismissing the question entirely and started to tease you as he curled his eyebrows at you.

You stared at him with daggers for eyes.

“Kidding~ but I feel like if you did have a crush, Hm... Let me see... It would be Emma and like you always talk with her and— sometimes it looks more like you're his boyfriend rather than you-know-who.” Trying to expose your secret feelings harbored for one of the counselors for with his detective smarty skills.

“Emma, really? That's your take? She has a himbo for a boyfriend already.” Rolling your eyes at Dylan's take on your nonexistent love interest.

“Is that you admitting that you're a himbo? Plus nothing wrong with being interested with someone in a relationship, well, as long as you don't try and ruin it. See, forbidden love and all.” He exclaimed, a soft laugh following right after his words.

“Dick.” You croaked, ignoring his words and criticizing his terrible "cupid" know-hows.

“Love is not my fortè but..! My love detector is detecting beep beep... It say it's Emma, basically.” He finalized his answer with a smug expression, treating it as some kind of who wants to be a millionaire game. You scowl at him as he laughed to himself loudly. “You were the one who wanted to get me out of my bad mood, so now you have to deal with this dirtbag!”

“It's not Emma, or any of the counselors or anybody in general.” You certified seriously, moving closer to Dylan as your shoulder made contact with his.

“Okay, maybe now I should regret it. Like dude, you were like Ryan 2.0 but much more snappy.” you groaned out, taking a deep breath of midnight air. It was getting late.

Dylan huffed at the mention of Ryan’s name and poked you on the waist, “Mr.... Mounte... bank” He teased, trying not to cackle as he tilts his head side to side with each syllable.

Dylan looked at you with a cheeky grin as you smiled to yourself at his antics. “Oh my god, stop.” you laughed at the way he phrased it, nudging him with your elbow on the side as the atmosphere was filled with laughter as your eyes wandered upwards then the ambience suddenly came to a silent halt with Dylan and you just relaxing.

You look at the sky with a cheesy grin, “You know, what if I say something cliché, like moon's pretty but you're pret—” You stopped your words to avert your eyes to the silent guy.

Turning your head towards him — Dylan staring at you with a blank expression as if the cogs of his brain was turning. “Hello? Anybody home?” You were about to wave in his face in confusion of his stasis before you felt a sudden force shove you into the wall of the docks. “Ow—!”

As you were rammed suddenly, you felt something soft against your lips till you finally blink out of the confused state to find Dylan.

Dylan was the one who pushed you and now is kissing you with closed eyes, Dylan's hands on the side of your face as Dylan brushed out some hair strands on your forehead as he sensually kissed you.

He pulled away to look into your shocked eyes, blinking eyes.

“Sorry..” he mutters shortly, a look of embarrassment on his eyes.

You find yourself suddenly wrapping your hands around Dylan's neck and reconnecting your mouths, as Dylan shoved you into the wall impossibly further. He felt surprised, giddy and excited as his hands wandered down to your bare hips submerged in water. You were busy tasting his mouth for you to notice as your other hand moved up to his hair, despite it being drenched in water.

His lips tasted a bit weird due to the water but it didn't phase you one bit as you made out with Dylan under the shadow of the docks. A feeling of fire igniting just right below your belly as the clash of lips got more intense. Not a single word was uttered and the moonlight shining below you like a spotlight. The tension between the two of you was suffocating but the sound of water slightly splashing — drowned out the heavy mingling breaths that was drifting into the night air.

Your hand rested on the front of Dylan's underwear, he didn't seem to mind it but you kept it there just to make sure you weren't going too far.

However Dylan's frisky hands had other plans as he cupped your bare butt against the wall as his tongue started to push against the crack of your lips.

It all became a mess of saliva and tongue in just a few seconds, you couldn't pull away as does he.

Somehow Dylan manages to keep you both afloat the water.

You feel Dylan hiking your legs to wrap around his waist underwater — suddenly biting your lips when your semi-hard dick rested against his stomach.

Dylan pulled away from devouring your lips and looked at your eyes for your reaction but you tried to catch your breath first. “Wow... That was..” you exasperatedly mutter under your breath.

“Good?” he responds with a flushed face, resting his forehead against yours as you both tried to catch your breaths from the abrupt yet intense make-out session that you and Dylan definitely didn't expect to happen but still continued.

“Yeah... And that was gay of you..” you breathed out with tinted smile, face still a bit warm from the shuddering experience.

“I think you kissing back was gayer.” He responded with a long laugh that made his eyes twinkle beneath the bed of stars in the night sky.

“Well, let's get out of the water, first, Romeo.” You instructed, winking at him as you swam over to the edge of the dock with Dylan just right behind you.

The wide smile on Dylan's face made butterflies appear on your stomach, it was a nice... feeling.

You hoisted yourself up on the dock with a groan, completely forgetting you were naked from the waist down. “Nice ass, man!” Dylan whistled from the water with a series of laughter.

“Shut up!” you grunt out as you run over to your bag immediately and wrap a towel around your waist, sitting down in one of the chairs. Dylan already rose up from the lake too, damping his hair after you threw him a towel also.

Dylan sat right next to you and found you just staring into the dark lake with the only remaining light are the array of stars and the big white cratered dot on top of the sky, which made the vibe all silent and deafening.

“Okay, now, the elephant in the room.” you point out and clapped your hands together for the discussion causing Dylan to giggle like a high school girl causing you to look at him with one raised eyebrow. This man is driving you crazy, both mentally and physically.

“What was that?” you asked, straight to the point.

“I may or may not have found you too handsome and pretty at the moment and I wanted to make out with you.” He said with a tone that you couldn't define if it was a joking type or a serious one.

“Dylan... The truth, please.” you whisper in a way that made you look too vulnerable, it looked like all the hidden, ignored feelings you had for him in quote 'a while' was about to just pop a bottle open that should be kept in its box.

“I like you. In a gay type of way.” he mutters seriously looking at you before you started to burst into laughter at the way you said it.

“T-That's...." Your voice wavers for a bit, laughing lightly the cold air making your skin crawl as you now lay your head on Dylan’s shoulder. The dim lights lit the surrounding barely but the comfort of Dylan's presence made you feel safe.

“Was I your summer crush then? I didn't get all chummy with anyone, though.” You said matter-of-factly, tone calming when Dylan snaked his arm around your shoulders. The dripping sound of water from your soaked bodies on the ground made you relax against the tall guy, the atmosphere set as you just stared at the white circle of a moon.

“Nope. Doesn't really matter who it was though.” he responds simply,

“Oh? okay...” You wanted to say more about the particular topic but kept your prying mouth away instead.

“We'd better get back, someone will probably tell on us if they find us missing.” You mumbled against Dylan's neck as the romantic setting was making your head feel a bit light. This feeling of your heart drumming against your chest? You yearned to chase it.

“I mean, if you want us to wake up to the kids teasing either of us because of the wet sheets that we'll probably have when we go to sleep like a wet baby duck, then.... I am definitely all for it.” Dylan quips with a comical, witty tone. Nudging your head teasingly as he looked towards his shoulder to find you staring at him with your chin laying against his joint.

You snort at his words, rolling your eyes at him. “Okay then, smartass. What's your plan for the night?” You asked, an arrogant look on your face.

“Well, let's sit here for a bit until we get all dry and cozy.” He recommends, smiling at you and ignoring your directed condescending look towards him.

Dylan's hand on your bare waist started to rub circles against your skin causing a momentary of sheepishness to slip on your expression.

“Oh my, the short-tempered counselor is getting all sappy.” Dylan pipes dramatically, causing you to groan at his words elbowing his side before grabbing Dylan's towel skillfully ripping it off his body, leaving him once again in his boxers causing him to gasp at the glacial air hitting his lower regions.

You started to run away from the man in a fit of giggles, his towel on your hand and your other hand gripping your own so as to not go butt-naked in the heat of the fun.

“Hey! Man..! Hey! Ow! Get back here!” Dylan starts to chase you in his underwear, accidentally hitting his head something as he stands up.

Sadly, the moment was cut short as Dylan managed to catch up to you, pulling you down to the wooden ground with him. He snatches the towel on your hand and pins you in place.

You struggle to no avail against him as you were still laughing despite Dylan's funnily serious expression.

“Okay, okay... I give up.” You said with a light-hearted chuckle. Dylan's grip isn't loosening one bit though.

“How about revenge, Mr. Thief?” Dylan was snickering evilly as he straddled you against the ground, hooking his finger around your towel — loosening the grip it has on your waist, to which you looked at him with panicked eyes

“H-Hey! Uh— Unless you wanna see my dick, I suggest you don't do that.” You prattled, a nervous laugh accompanying your words.

“Who said that I don't want to?” He whispers seductively when he leaned down against your ears.

“H-Heh.. Hah.. Hardy har har, Dyl..” you tried to sound the least bit humorous, but the apparent quiver on your voice was not very well-hidden.

Dylan got off you with a victorious smile, an overbearing expresion visible on his face. “You owe me one~” He jests, causing you to roll your eyes at him as you stand back up with a wry of amusement curdling your lips.

You dismissed what he said with a huff of disbelief, dusting off your towel as you secured it back on because Dylan made it hang awkwardly. “That was already payback though, you shoved your tongue down my throat earlier, remember?” You mused, walking over him as you hit him in the middle of his chest.

He looks at you quizzically, raising his eyebrows at you. “Oh no no no, you kissed back therefore you wanted it as well.” He reminds you, sticking his tongue out at you. Dylan wrapped his towel around his waist again as he winked at you alluringly as he walked towards the road on the wrong way.

“Wrong way, idiot. The camp's over here!” You pointed out, a chortle slipping out of you.

“Plus I'm not dry yet!” You added as Dylan started to walk to the other direction with sass.

“You're on your own~! My bed is awaiting the great ol' Dyl. And my job starts early~!” He replies with a wave of the hand and with that he's gone, the guy doesn't even know the direction to anywhere so what's the point.

You look at Dylan's discarded shirt and pants with a grunt and a conceded look on your face,

After collecting every single clothing and the radio shack key that he somehow forgot, a tired sigh slipped out of your lips. Not only does a guy suddenly make-out with you and you do it back, he also left you alone in the dark. You still wonder if it is Dylan experimenting or what, you couldn't read the guy like an open book, he has a sharp tongue for jokes and a silly, goofy behavior. On the contrary, you can barely tell if he's serious or if he's doing things for his own amusement. Sure, he has his moments of weakness when he's feeling shy or overwhelmed at times but a bitter taste is still left from your mouth from the event earlier: Is he just fucking around with you, or if he is actually serious about all of this? You'd beat yourself up to sleep, maybe not even go to sleep at all because of this but then, you have duties tomorrow at dawn as well...

“Is this a good idea?” you mumble to yourself, clutching the bag of clothes, dropping the radio shack keys into it in a bit. It felt like an anvil had just dropped itself on your shoulder and your heart somewhat sinks at your collective thoughts.

Hopefully morning duties won't be awkward at all.

Hopefully.

#dylan lenivy x reader #dylan lenivy #the quarry #the quarry x reader #bottom male reader #x male reader #dylan lenivy x male reader #kaitlyn ka #nick furcillo #mlm fiction #m!reader #gay #lgbtq #the quarry fic #x m reader #the quarry fanfic

[ivonhart]

neteyam's twin | fem sully!reader

— headcanons

requested by: @colbysbrocks

gif credit: @junkfoodcinemasas

summary: Headcanons of what it would be like to be the twin sister of Neteyam.

a/n: Spider slander incoming :) Lo'ak and Kiri get some heat as well but just for a second

- throughout your early years, you followed Neteyam around while he learned the ways of the Olo’eyktan - because you didn’t wish to stray too far from your older twin your father decided to teach you alongside him - what he did, you did / what he learned, you learned - that was until the birth of lo’ak - from the start he was a handful which had you slowly start straying away from your hunter training alongside Neteyam in order to help your mother around your home - it wasn’t long before he started following Neteyam like you once did, leaving you with your mother - at that point you didn’t have much desire to become a hunter like your twin anymore or train in the Tsahik ways like Kiri / noticing you had more of a talent for caring for the little ones when the parents wished for time away / however you didn’t stray from your training all together and was ready for your Iknimaya alongside your twin and despite your young age the People knew their children would be safe with you

- with the mass amount of time spent with your mother and your people you started to grow the same distrust towards the ones that came from the sky / refusing to go anywhere near their metal huts or where the scientists scurried about - you knew your father used to be one / you knew they were good / but some deep part inside you left you feeling uncomfortable whenever you got too close - with these feelings created problems with the one named Spider

“Why is he here?” Was the first thing from your mouth at the sight of the boy. Kiri looked up at you with hopeful eyes. “Spider wanted to come congratulate you and Neteyam for completing your Iknimaya!”

Neteyam looked over at you and grabbed your arm. “That’s nice of him, right sister?” When you made eye contact with him you knew he felt similar to you, but he was far too nice to say anything. He always wished to appease everyone, but you did not. Not when it came to humans.

You did not like the boy around your family or your people. Whenever he was around your nerves would run amok, fearing he would fall and break his mask, leaving your siblings to watch him suffocate to death.

He wasn’t made to be with your kind and your siblings knew that, but they insisted on forming friendships with him. You tried not to speak against it, but there were times where he would step over the line.

“Kiri, you know not to bring him here.” Was all you said as you yanked him to his feet. Perhaps you were being too harsh, but the sight of one of them so close to your personal space sent your nerves sky high. You knew mother wouldn't like it as well.

Your sister screeched your name as you dragged the boy out from your family’s hut. “Go back, Spider. Back to the metal structures.” Kiri latched on to your arm and tried pulling you away from him and with one hard look you pointed past the trees before turning around. Kiri yelled at you but you kept moving towards the hut.

-

- when you and your family settled into the new ways of the Metkayina you grew quiet - you missed your home and you knew Neteyam did too but like you he stayed quiet / you were the two oldest and had to care for your younger siblings - Neteyam with Lo’ak and you with Kiri and Tuk - often times you stayed with your mother in your new living area when you weren’t learning the new ways giving her company and helping her / you knew she was shy and that she wouldn’t actively look for people outside your family - when you weren’t with your mother you were keeping your eye on Tuk and growing close to Tsireya / a sweet girl that took a fast liking to your family - however, the peace didn’t last long and you eventually found yourself staring at the lifeless body of your twin brother

It had been a few hours since the defeat of the Sky People and the retrieval of your family and Neteyam’s body. The whole time your face was vacant of any emotions. Shock, denial, pain, and confusion filled your body as your lifeless eyes watched your mother and father clean the blood from his body in preparation for the funeral.

“How did this happen? Why was he in the line of fire?” Your voice cut through the silent marui, gaining the attention of your mother. Like you, her face was dropped in a seemingly numb expression. Her silence made anger rise in you. Why wouldn’t they tell you?

“Mama, please, what happened?” You pleaded. You needed to know. “Lo’ak wanted to go save Spider and Neteyam couldn’t let him go on his own so he went with him.” Your father said soften in between his small cries.

With the fighting finally over he was truly able to express his loss. The information hung in the air for a few seconds as you processed everything. Lo’ak…Spider. Rage lit within your body and as if something took over your body, you rose to your feet and rushed out. Your blood burning as you did.

“LO’AK!” Your screams zipped through the clan as you sought the brother out. “LO’AK WHERE ARE YOU?” The boy in question felt his blood run cold at your yells. You never got mad. Never.

When you finally found him with Kiri and Spider, all logic and rational thinking went from your mind. When you heard Kiri talk to Spider. “We have to get ready for the funeral.”

In the fog of grief your anger was temporarily shifted to the human that was a living reminder of what you lost. A guttural growl clawed its way up your throat as you latched your hand around the root of Kiri’s braid and yanked her away from Spider.

As her body fell to the floor, your large hand wrapped around Spider’s throat. “YOU!” Your eyes were wide with rage yet so distant. Clouded, filled with tears for the first time since his death. “YOU ARE THE REASON MY BROTHER IS DEAD!”

Kiri and Lo’ak’s cries were distant in your mind and any attempt to pull you off of him was futile. They had never seen you in such a way before and didn’t know what to do.

Anger was something you never showed because you had Neteyam to keep you balanced like you did him. But Neteyam is gone now. Spider choked out your name as tears began leaving his eyes. “I’m sor–”

His words were cut off with a choke when you tightened your hand with a hiss. “YOU DON’T GET TO BE SORRY!” Your parents, along with Tonowari and Ronal on the side, were quick to yank you from the boy.

Your screeches of agony louder than the waves that crashed around the village. You clawed and fought as your crazed eyes stayed locked on the coughing boy. “NO! NO, HE DOESN’T DESERVE TO BE ALIVE. HE BETRAYED US. HE HELPED THE DEMONS!”

Any pleads from the adults fell on deaf ears as you turned your attention to Lo’ak. Your face was hot and your ears ringing. It felt as though a multitude of tiny knives cut along your body. “AND YOU.”

You launched forward once more, but was intercepted by Tonowari. “WHY DID YOU GO AFTER HIM? WHY LO’AK? WAS HE REALLY WORTH IT?” Your nails dug into the skin of those holding you as you continued to fight. Grief and anger pulled you forward.

Pulled you to fight. Pulled you to hurt. “My sweet girl! My sweet girl, please you must calm down!” The voice of your mother finally broke its way through your clouded mind, causing you to tense up before going limp.

You fell to the floor with heavy and unsteady breaths. Tears finally poured from your eyes and dampened your hands. “He will not come to the funeral.” Your voice was quiet in comparison to your screams and screeches.

Slowly, you raised your head up and glared at Kiri who knelt in front of the boy. “Kiri…” Her name fell past your mouth like a threat. “Spider will not join us.”

She tried objecting but you pushed yourself up once more. The angry bubbling as you did. “NO!” You pointed a finger at her with a growl. “You have allowed him to desecrate our people’s sacred sights with your insistent need to bring him everywhere.”

You tried to step closer, but your father was quick to latch onto the arm that hung by your side. “I won’t allow you to do that to the Metkayina and I won’t allow him to be at the ceremony.” And he wasn't.

-

- the grass beneath your feet was something you never thought you’d feel again / not like this - you were slow to make your way through the forest brush until you found an opening leading to a flower field - right in the middle was your brother, your twin, your other half - you remembered this…Tuk was just born and you convinced him to come make flower crowns for your family in celebration

“Sister! Did you find more flowers?” Your chest seized up at the younger version of your brother. His bright smile lighting the area up with excitement for new materials.

You always thought he enjoyed it more than you at the end of the day. With each step you felt tears welled up behind your eyes until you stood right in front of him. “Why are you cryi–”

His question was cut off when you smashed your body into his. As his arms wrapped around your middle, your body shrunk to the size of his.

Bringing you back to a time when everything was easy. “I just missed you, Brother.” He pushed you off with a hearty laugh. “You were only gone for a few minutes.”

Your soft chuckle found itself mixing in with a sob as you nodded your head. “Yeah…a few minutes.” In the distance, Neytiri and Jake watched their twins in the field. One unaware of the circumstances, while the other got to relive a moment of peace. If only for a short while.

-

a/n: this was wAY longer than I thought it was gonna be

#avatar #avatar imagine #avatar headcanons #avatar the way of water #avatar the way of water imagine #avatar the way of water headcanons

[theaudacitytowrite]

Homesick

Loki x GN!Reader

A/N: Took me long enough to write again. I’ve been going through a rough patch these last couple of months and a lot from my past has bubbled up the last few weeks so this here is kinda my way to get all of it out of my system. I’m quite nervous to post this one but I hope you will still enjoy this one.

Warnings: Mentionings of child neglect, emotional abuse, bad parenting, mental health issues

Summary: You open up to your friend who listens attentivly.

word count: 4.066

As the first few stubborn sun rays squeezed through the blanket of clouds, determined to bless the earth with its glow again, all living creatures slowly but surely began to crawl out of their caves and huts they had found shelter in during the biting winter. Their movements once hesitant and frozen seemed to be thawed by the climbing temperatures.

Loki observed closely as the nature around him began to change. How the snow cover quickly melted from the rays of the sun, thereby enabling the fine flower buds to finally shoot and sprout out from the ground. Simultaneously the birds grew louder each morning, more and more of them returning from the south. The air smelled of spring, the scent of the dew on the young blades of grass and the enticing scent of the daffodils and tulips that trailed all over the compound mixing in it. The sun heated up the air and even Loki couldn’t deny the comfortable warmth that spread over his skin as the sun caressed it tenderly.

All humans as well as the avengers seemed to be affected by the changing seasons. The streets began to fill and the chattering of people started to become more vibrant just like the songs of the birds. 

 Training sessions were more and more rescheduled outside. During lunchtime the normally busy kitchen in the tower was empty. Most of the team decided to spend their time outside, eating as they took a stroll outside, enjoying the greenery of nature.

As everything around Loki seemed to flourish and have found a new surge of vital energy to survive another year, glowing every day a little bit more, one odd resident of the tower stood out to him. Still glum and grey, seemingly untouched by the newfound euphoria that surrounded them. 

He stood behind the glass front, observing the park-like green area of the compound when his eyes got caught on a figure. Under the old silver maple tree, sitting cross-legged as they read a book, he discovered the source of his concerned thoughts that occupied him for a while now.

Normally you would have surrounded yourself with the other avengers, laughing and joking gleefully. Spreading warmth and comfort just like the sun did these days. But your usual up-beat personality had vanished seemingly overnight. You still chuckled at jokes, still had comebacks when someone was teasing you but something felt off. Loki felt as if something was absorbing your energy, muffling you into someone almost not recognisable to him anymore. Your smiles were less vibrant, the stories you usually told got shorter and shorter until he couldn’t remember when the last time was when you had told him about anything new and exciting you had learned and had to tell him immediately.

He decided that he had pondered over it long enough now and today seemed to be a good chance to catch you alone, giving the two of you enough privacy to talk.

With wide strides he found himself walking over to you already. In his head ran thoughts in overdrive. He knew what he wanted to say, that he wanted to offer you a safe space and comfort. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or overstep a line. But at the same time, he just needed to do something. He couldn’t bear to see you another day being all sad and sombre. And especially since you had always gone out of your way to being there for him, he couldn’t just sit around and watch you suffer alone. This was the least he could do.

But as he was approaching you, he felt like he had forgotten how to form these thoughts, all of a sudden his head was empty. But his legs had already made up their mind and soon he was only a few steps away from you. 

“Are you ok?” the sudden presence of a person standing right next to you let you tense for a second before you realized it wasn't a fret.

“Mhh?” you hummed bewildered as you glanced up from your book, your eyes squinted and blinked repeatedly against the sun as they tried to adjust to the blinding ray of the sun in an effort to face Loki properly.

“Are you ok?” Loki asked again in the same rushed tone.

“I guess?” you asked still unsure of what Loki’s intention was, “Why?”

“Just trying to be polite.” he smiled sheepishly.

“Aha...” you watched him suspiciously, “So how are you then?”

“Good.” he nodded to emphasise his answer.

“...good.” you chuckled slightly. As he didn’t even make an attempt to move any time soon you began to become a bit uneasy.

“So are you just gonna stay there the rest of the time?” you inquired finally. Loki’s eyes caught yours and without another word, he simply plummeted onto the grass right next to you. When he didn’t say anything you slowly but hesitantly brought back your attention to your book. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to hang out together while each person did their own thing. But today just felt odd for some reason. 

Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed how Loki began to play with the blades of grass on the ground, running his palms over the soft surface and occasionally twirling the grass in between his fingertips. You smiled to yourself and decided to let yourself get engulfed in the story of your book again. But it didn’t last for too long as you could feel Loki’s gaze on you after a while. You tried to ignore it but caved in quickly, returning his gaze.

“Are you ok?” you asked amused by his weird antics today, to which he only nodded.

“Are you sure that you’re alright?” Loki stressed with genuine solicitude.

“What do you mean?” you grimaced at him amused.

“You’re just so awfully quiet these days.” he quietly explained, almost as if he was embarrassed that of all people he was the one to detect the change of your demeanour. 

“I am?” you knitted your eyebrows in thought and you had to agree, you had been zoned out the past couple of weeks, “Huh… I’m fine tho as you can see.”

“Well, I see that it is, in fact, not as fine as you claim.” he countered worried, “I don’t want to cross a line here, I just can tell that you’re struggling at the moment. And if you’re comfortable enough with me, I would be more than glad to be here for you and listen.”

You took a breath to answer but stopped yourself before anything left your lips. You let Loki’s words sink in for a second before you huffed and gently nodded your head. How did Loki know you weren’t feeling good inside before even you had figured it out?

“I guess I’m just feeling a bit blue lately because I miss my family. Nothing major.” you shrugged dismissively.

“Oh, homesick. I know this feeling all too well.” Loki nodded thoughtfully, giving you an empathetic smile.

“Something along those lines.” you raised your eyebrows as you averted his gaze.

“What do you mean?” he inquired, intrigued by your reaction.

“It’s just- since the weather is getting warmer and the others visit their families for the holidays, it’s getting lonely in the tower and I get reminded that I can’t visit mine and I guess that makes me kind of envious of the others as well.” you found yourself explain even more. It felt foreign to voice your struggles, yet it felt nice to have someone who was actually listening for once.

“Why don’t you call your parents on your handy little apparatus then?” Loki inclined his head.

“Well it’s not that easy,” you mumbled and your gaze fell to your lap as your fingers traced the pages of your book.

“Oh… oh.” Loki gasped, “I’m terribly sorry. I didn’t know that they’re… else I wouldn’t have brought it up.” 

“How were you supposed to know.” you consoled him and gave him a quick shrug.

“You have my condolences, little mortal.” he gave you the sincerest glance you had ever seen from him, his hand resting on your shoulder to spend you some comfort.

“Condolences? For what?” you asked confused.

“Well for your parents...” he explained just as confused as he slowly retracted his hand, “Isn’t it a custom on earth to give your condolences when one has died?”

“Dead?” you repeated, “No, Loki. They’re not dead. If at all it’s more like the other way around.”

“They think you are dead?” he asked shocked, “That does sound more like something I would do.”

“No, they are well aware that I am still alive,” you cleared up, “...just not to them.”

“Now I’m lost.” he looked at you dumbfounded.

“I don’t blame you. It’s a long, complicated and sappy story of my life.” you joked and waved him off.

“Do you want to explain?” he asked straightforward much to your surprise. Normally others didn’t want to hear about it, whether because they didn’t want you to live through it again or if it made them deeply uncomfortable.

“I really want to understand,” he explained with an honest smile when he took note of the growing pause. His warm gaze and genuine interest in you made you speechless yet warmed your heart. Since you hadn’t told many about your childhood struggles because of their mainly negative response to it, you hesitated for another moment. You didn’t want to drive away one of the few close friends you had but at the same time, Loki seemed to listen with sincere interest. You finally decided and gave him a short nod while you tried to gather your thoughts as you tried to figure out where to even begin.

“You see... growing up I always felt like I didn’t fit in?” you almost asked while you observed Loki’s expression closely as you expected him to react judgmental or bewildered by the way you felt. Instead, he seemed to know exactly what you were talking about as he nodded along. 

“It seemed like anything I touch would become worse and end in a mess. That I was doing it all wrong no matter how hard I tried.” you continued and gradually you felt the constraints, that held you back from sharing your story, loosen, “I had a difficult relationship with my family, especially with my mom. No matter how hard I tried in school, it didn’t matter. No matter how much I helped at home with chores, there was always something that I forgot or didn’t do as good as my mother expected me to do. For example when I didn’t know how to properly clean the bathroom when I was 11, because no one ever showed me, and I supposedly did it wrong. Yet I never got shown what I didn’t do right and what I was expected to do for it to be 100% done.”

“Then how should you know how to do it another way?” Loki chimed in.

“Exactly!” you gestured outraged, “And every single week, for at least 9 years I got lectured on how lazy I was for not cleaning the bathroom properly, no matter what. Sometimes I spend 4 hours in there. And still to this day I feel like I’m not cleaning my own bathroom properly because my mom would always find something that wasn’t right. So logically, I probably still miss spots now.”

“It’s hard to think differently when you get told the opposite for decades.” he nodded understandingly.

“And that affects so many aspects of my life! For example, I always got told to help in the household, to look for stuff I can do. No matter if I was studying or if I was tired after a long day. 

 After school I still had to cook, clean, and wash and I had to babysit my little siblings even though I was still a child myself. My mom always told me that I had to do all of that since we’re a family and family helps each other. If I explained that I couldn’t do something because I had other things to do for school or if I was cleaning my own room, I got told I was egotistical and self-centred. That I had to look more after other family members like my mom or my siblings cause they were struggling even more than me and I didn’t even know what real problems were.”

“So you naturally continued to help out. I mean I don’t blame you, who wants to be the cause of pain deliberately?” he concurred thoughtfully. 

“Oh yes... I tried so hard to be a good child. And I never questioned the fuss at home either since it was how families were supposed to be, right?” The more words spilt over your lips, the easier it got to open up to Loki.

“How should you know otherwise if you didn’t know it any other way, that it wasn’t in fact normal behaviour.” 

“It took me so long to realise that it wasn’t normal. The first time I started to even question our way of behaving as a family was when I saw other families interact when I was around 15 or 16. My friends didn’t have any regular chores, maybe cleaning their own room and putting their plates into the dishwasher after dinner. But that was it. No additional chores after doing homework. They were able to be free…. to be actual children and toll around, have a social life and be allowed to actually enjoy their free time.”

“And what did you do then?”

“I, my mother would say, ‘rebelled’ against my parents.” you chuckled.

“Ah, you started to stand up for yourself?” Loki smirked knowingly.

“In some way, yeah. And only because my mother started to restrict my contact with my friends. I can count on two hands how many times I was allowed to go out alone with my friends between the ages of 12 to 18! She was controlling, berating, overbearing and wouldn’t miss a chance to guilt trip me whenever she felt like I was getting a bit too far away from her control. I slowly started to get more annoyed by her constant nagging and the more lectures I got about how awful I was, the more I got fed up with it and tried to have a discussion about the way she treated me and my siblings and even my dad.”

“To no avail?”

“You bet. Of course, I was ’talking back’ and was ‘being disrespectful’ when I was in fact only voicing my opinion. I still remember the day I realised that I had to leave this place, or else it would’ve ruined me. And when I was 20 and had a job I got offered a place to stay by a relative of a co-worker and I packed my shit and ran!”

“And I suppose it didn’t go down easy?” 

“Not at all. When I told my parents I was moving out, all hell broke loose. First, she tried the guilt trip route. When that didn’t work, she straight-up tried to intimidate me with gruesome stories or threats. And when I still didn’t budge, she simply stopped talking to me.”

“Wow. That was really brave of you. It couldn’t have been easy, was it?” he leaned closer, his shoulder bumping on yours, so he wouldn’t be able to miss even a single word that would escape your mouth.

“It definitely was a huge change. It’s laughable but I didn’t even struggle with chores and getting groceries or paying the bills. The hardest part was all those feelings of guilt, that I had left my family behind and especially my siblings. And I at times I missed them so much and felt like I had done the wrong thing.”

“No wonder. If you’re used to the hustle at home and you’re suddenly all by yourself is a huge adjustment you have to get used to.” he observed, “But don’t you think you grew on that challenge?”

“Definitely. I realised a lot of the things I got taught were false. For the first time in my life, I had time for myself and was actually able to figure out who I am.” you recalled.

“And since then you hadn’t had any contact with them?” 

“Not exactly. I couldn’t just cut ties with my family. You know even though my mom was not the best mom and neglected a lot of her motherly duties, I still loved her. That’s why I still visited them on a regular basis in the beginning and even spend my vacation with them.

But those visits tended to always have the same outcome. I would drive there and would be ignored for the majority of the day. When I talked about my week I only got backlash about how I acted wrong or how I was spending my time not wisely. When I would drive back home in the evening I would feel shitty about myself and my decisions again. It felt like I was 12 again. The black sheep of the family who couldn’t do anything right.”

“And you cut off the contact then?” 

“I wish.” you sighed, “Luckily I did realise it at some point even if it was quite late. I was pretty much at rock bottom back then and I was even considering moving back home. But when I reached out to them and asked for help, they didn’t take me seriously at all. All I got as an answer was “then get help”. My world collapsed at that moment. All those years I had sacrificed for their sake, all the times I was there for them because ‘family is supposed to help each other. But I guess that only applied to them and not to me.

But the fault is really on me. I knew that it would play out like that and still I asked. I set myself up for failure.”

“Hey, that’s not true.” Loki interrupted for the first time, “It’s not your fault that you had the misfortune to be born into a family with emotionally immature parents. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

“I know. I’m trying not to… but it’s hard.”

 “I know.” he mumbled sorrowfully, carefully taking a hold of your hands and squeezing them softly, “I’m sorry, please continue.”

“Well, that day was the reason that I finally realised something. For almost 24 years I thought I was the problem. But then I understood for the first time that it wasn’t my fault that my parents didn’t meet my basic needs. It wasn’t my fault that they neglected me. And it wasn’t my fault that I never felt like I fit into my family. I wasn’t the wrong one, they were! I had never asked to be brought into this world, I didn’t owe them shit! They forced me onto this world. They owe their children everything!

That’s when I started with my villain era.”

“Villain era?” Loki asked to make sure he had understood you correctly.

“Yep, my villain era.” you nodded, “Because it felt like I was turning on my family. Not considering their thoughts and opinions anymore. The villain who was destroying my family with my narcissistic behaviour. Even though in reality I simply started to stand up for myself and demanded to be treated as a human being, which is not unreasonable to ask for.

So I restricted my visits and contact with them from that day on. At first, I didn’t see them for 2 weeks. Then 2 months. I was starting to feel better about myself with every passing week I didn’t see them. I actually excelled in my work field and was excited to work on myself. I still got a lot of berating texts and calls from my family when I saw them but I tried to ignore them and I would only ever see that at public outings. And at some point, they simply stopped reaching out.”

Silence fell over the two of you as a soft breeze rustled through the leaves above your heads. Loki noticed the shiver that ran over your skin and pulled you against his side with a side hug. He noticed your clenched jaw and tried to comfort you as he softly rubbed your arm up and down.

“When was that?” Loki asked timidly.

“...almost 5 years ago.” you choked out. The tears were brimming and burning in your eyes as you battled them to stay where they were.

“I’m sorry.” you simply shrugged, not able to say a word.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” he hugged you even tighter, his head resting on top of yours, “You see, we can’t choose the family we were born into or even placed in. But you can choose your environment to a point. And you did that. And I know that sometimes it doesn’t feel like the right thing to do because of what has been planted into your brain since you were little."

“It’s just so silly. Like I know it was the right thing to do for me and my health's sake… but sometimes it still feels like I was in the wrong. Because I still love my family dearly but I couldn’t endure how they treated me any longer. And even though I’m still mad at them from time to time, I still miss them so so much. Like, I’m so sad but at the same time, I’m so angry as well! How could they cut me off, as if I was the one inflicting pain on everyone?” you sobbed. Loki turned to face you fully and nestled your cheeks between his palms.

“I can’t phantom the mental and physical strain this whole situation demanded from you, yet here you are. I’m so proud of you for everything you have achieved. And let me tell you, even if you already know it, you never were the problem and you did nothing wrong.

It’s just easier for your parent to believe that you’re the bad kid, that you’re the problem instead of taking responsibility for the harm they caused. It’s a devastating shame they feel so to avoid a feeling like that they create stories about how you let them down and caused them pain, so they become the victim. Because if they would take responsibility for abusing, hurting and neglecting you, they couldn’t see themselves as the good parent they tell themselves they are. That they failed the job they signed up for when they had you. They were supposed to protect you and keep you safe and they broke their promises. And if they admit that they are flawed, that they let you down, they wouldn’t be able to identify as good parents anymore. They would devastate their own self-image and they actually had to start to work on themselves.” he softly brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen into your face. 

“I know it’s hard to lose your family, to feel like you’re all alone in this big world, not being able to confide in anyone for your own health's sake. And it’s especially awful because the one safe haven you should have unconditionally, your family, to be the exact opposite, is crushing. But all the friends you made over the years, all the close friends that became your new family, you choose them carefully and wisely. And I can confirm you Y/N, we all love you dearly and wouldn’t want to miss you even a second of any day.”

Your tears were falling freely now but not out of anger anymore and you couldn’t help the grateful smile that appeared on your lips.

“Can I hug you?” you hiccuped between sobs.

“Of course my darling mortal.” the words had barely left his tongue when you fell around his neck.

“Thank you for listening.” you sniffled.

 “I’m always here if you need me.” Loki reciprocated the hug and held you tight against his chest.

“Could I request something from you?” you whispered sheepishly.

“Sure.” his answer was just as quick as you when you fell around his neck.

“Could you spend the holidays with me?”

“I’d love to.” he hummed joyfully.

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[karaloza]

Legend of Zelda Theme Park - Skyward Realm

The Skyward Realm was a later addition to my theme park concept (just as fully explorable airborne environments didn't become a thing until relatively recently in the franchise). It obviously draws inspiration from Skyward Sword and the sky islands of Tears of the Kingdom, but you can also meet the Rito here, and elements from a few of the LoZ series' sky-themed dungeons are used for flavor.

Strikingly, the area is built to a much higher elevation than the rest of the park--it sits atop a structure as much as 100 feet tall (which doubles as a show building for a few rides). The edges of the structure are covered in artificial clouds to emphasize the "skyborne" nature of the area, and the buildings are decorated with colorful pinwheels and flags to catch the breeze. (Some of the larger ones are marked on the map with asterisks.) Only a small strip of the area's footprint is at ground level, to contain the entrances and/or exits of the escalators, elevators, and rides that make the Skyward Realm accessible.

Attractions

Ancient Cannon: In order to get from the Surface to the Sky, you could take an elevator or escalator...or you could try out this brief but intense ride, inspired by Twilight Princess. A powerful magnetic launch sends guests shooting up a steep slope to the upper level, where they disembark; the car then reverses gently down the track for the next bunch.

Sailcloth Plunge: By the same token, those looking to return to ground level might take this ride, a simple parachute drop.

Flight Range: Maybe the most technologically sophisticated ride in the park, this one combines arm-mounted vehicles with 3D screen effects and “virtual” bows and arrows so guests can test their archery skills at Revali’s own target-shooting range!

Landing Platform: A meet-and-greet for Rito characters (Revali, Kass, Medli), who actually “soar” in from a nearby tower (via zipline) when they’re ready for the guests!

Wing Ceremony: Echoing Universal’s Dueling Dragons, this relatively gentle suspended coaster features two interweaving tracks and red and blue cars with a Loftwing motif. Part of the track (marked by a dash-dot line) actually extends out over the edge!

Astral Observatory: Officially the highest point in Hyrule, this mysterious tower contains many beautiful star charts, astronomical instruments, and other details to peruse while waiting your turn to peer through one of the telescopes for an unparalleled (and AR-enhanced) view of the kingdom.

Eagus’s Sword Academy: Kids 12 and under receive foam swords and instruction in a variety of sword moves from none other than Eagus, the swordmaster of the Skyloft Knights Academy! Up to four “lessons” (shows) a day.

Shops

8. Oocca Pod Shop: Named for the odd little shop in the City in the Sky in Twilight Princess, this shop offers a variety of kites, gliders, and other airborne toys (but please don’t throw them off the edge of the Realm).

9. Brazen Beak Plumage Boutique: Named after the Rito Village clothing store in Breath of the Wild and providing much the same function here—souvenir clothing and feathered accessories such as headbands, hair clips, cockades, and costume wings.

Eateries

10. The Lumpy Pumpkin: Based on the inn of the same name from Skyward Sword, this buffet restaurant serves home-style food with pumpkin specialties.

11. Light Lunches: Heavy meals won't do for flying creatures, so this counter service restaurant offers a variety of prepackaged salads, fruit bowls, flaky pastries, and fluffy mousse desserts, for adventurers who don't want to be weighed down.

12. Luv & Bertie's Enhanced Elixirs: Another beverage location in the vein of the Potion Hut, this one referencing the potion-making couple from Skyward Sword.

Miscellaneous

The Skyward Realm has no Spirit Train station of its own, but is served by the one for Zora's Domain (marked but not labeled on this map). The train route does pass through a tunnel under the Realm, as shown by the dotted line.

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[amiramorozova]

Best Friends to Eternal Lovers - Moving in

A week felt longer than it should have as I packed my things but in time I'd been working on files trying to make sure everything was taken care of and the thing was..I didn't know what to think when it came to Baghra. When I looked into the mirror all I could think about was Baghra slapping me across the face and telling me I was a distraction all those years ago. 

I am not a distraction.. I thought 

I was still reeling over that but when Anna came to see me then I was looking back as I'd packed for her too.. "Amira.." Anna said as I looked back at her. I felt tears in my eyes as I wiped them knowing I never should have had to wait this long for my life with Aleksander as I smiled and went over to Anna. "We're gonna go somewhere away ok." I said as she was bullied by the other kids and I didn't want that. 

Daniel was preparing but I wondered just how much Aleks had to get through before the end of the week. 

Aleksander's pov: 

Having that time with Amira was better than the last few times that we'd found each other and every time it led to us sleeping together. As I was in the carriage heading back I knew there were things I needed to prepare for. Like my mother and the King..I needed to make sure the King didn't know my fiancé is a Sun Summoner..the last thing I wanted was to have her fixing my mistake. 

I'll find another Sun Summoner to fill that spot..I just have to get his approval to get her in and then she'll be put in a kefta in my color only. Anyone asks..it's classified.. I thought but then there was mother..just thinking about her and Amira in the same area I tried to maintain my anger remembering what Amira told me four hundred years ago when I found her in that village. 

The idea that mother had been the whole reason I couldn't have her to begin with pissed me off but to know she called her a distraction. Amira was the whole reason I was doing this now, continuing this life so I could protect her and take her with me. When the carriage arrived I went and was told the King wanted to talk. 

I knew the timing was perfect as I walked to the grand palace as the King talked with me over a few subjects. Of course I agreed to attend to them before he asked if there was anything new that had come up. "Moi Tsar, I am happy to report I found a location that is taking in Grisha children and training them to be fighters." He said as the King looked of interest. "And who runs this orphanage?" He asked as I knew too well to keep it known. "My fiancé of many years. She's the owner and she's undergone similar training to myself as she's able to figure out and bring Grisha into their gifts..being Grisha herself." 

The interest the King took was unsettling but he seemed to go for this "Perhaps you could bring her to the fete..I'd love to meet her and discuss her working with us." The King said as that I could work with. "I have directly talked with her already, seems she gives the kids a choice and they're willingly choosing to come here..I asked her to move in with me next week." I mentioned as the King nod in approval. "Yes, well I look forward to meet ing her if she's supporting the cause." The King said as he dismissed the meeting. 

I walked away with a smirk knowing I knew more about what was going on then he did. Now I just had to make the final arrangements for her as I headed to mother's hut and walked in there. She was finishing up with a lesson and once they left she looked at me. "And what do I owe the visit?" She asked as she always disrespected me no matter how old I was. 

"I am here to give you a warning. I found her, I am not giving her up and you will not push her off this time mother. She's moving in with me by the end of the week and that is final." I said as I had loved Amira since I was seventeen and I never really stopped loving her. I knew she felt the same considering every time we reunited her first instinct was to kiss me. "I can't promise that.." Baghra said 

"I hear of you slapping her like you did when she was sixteen and there will be consequences." I said as a warning then left as I needed to make adjustments with my bedroom now. She'd still be doing her work for the Orphanage so I made sure there was an extra desk in the room she could work in. After everything was done it was just waiting for the end of the week and then when the day came I went and got in the carriage..but I was stuck with the youngest Pirnce Nikolai and so I had to bring him along.

Amira's pov: 

The week was killer in waiting as I'd taken care of all the arrangements and I'd done everything that I needed to but I was hesitant to leave. Grandma though took all the work I had in my hands and kept hold of it as I looked at her. 

"Enough, you've waited four hundred years for this opportunity to be his wife and to live with him. We gave you the blessing to do what you wanted a long time ago." Grandma said as she knew just what to say to help me. "But Grandfather is.." 

Grandfather walked in the room and seen us as I looked at him knowing that his amplifier was weakening everyday and not only that my mother, my sister, my brother..they'd all start to age soon. The moment mom started to age dad was clear he'd give up summoning and then it'd be me, Grandma and the descendants of my siblings if they had any as he looked at me. "If you don't go move in with the love of your life I will not be able to rest when it is time. I am inferni, I should have died a long time ago." He said 

He's not wrong.. I thought 

I heard the sound of the carriage outside before I fully could process everything but I wanted to make something to go with us. I ran to the kitchen and remembered the dessert I made the first time in the hut. His expression that day we spent together for the first time in years when it was just us as friends. They were easy to make as I heard him talking to grandma. "Hello Lady Catalina, where is Amira?" He asked as her kind voice answered. "She's in the kitchen." She said 

the cookies I was making were baking as I focused on making sure they didn't burn but I watched and I heard his footsteps as he walked in and hugged me. "What are you making?" He asked as he moved my hair and placed kisses on my neck. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed times like these, the beard he had scratched against my skin. "Something I haven't made in a long time." I said 

He lifted his head up as I felt him remove his lips from my neck and he whispered "Well that I haven't smelled in a long time." I smiled as I knew it was true. Once they were ready I pulled them out and let them cool as I got the container to take them with us and I packed up half of them to take with us as he pulled me close and held me. Some of the kids peeked in and seen us as I looked. 

"Miss Amira..are you leaving?" One of the kids as sked as I looked at Aleks knowing I was but I wasn't going to be gone. "I have some meetings arranged I have to go to but I'll be back occasionally." I said as they smiled and ran. 

This place is all they have and the kids look up to me..can I really do this? I thought 

He lifted my head up to look at  him as he smirked "You're not changing your mind, are you?" He asked as I looked at him knowing I'd always wanted to be with him. "No, I'm not." I assured him as he nod. "Good because the King wants to meet with you about the orphanage." He said which caught my attention. 

I finished up and set the other half out for the kids to have when they wanted as we left and I heard Anna crying. We both went over and seen Nikolai and Anna were talking but Anna was upset over something. Putting the container in my bag I went over and calmed her down. "It'll be ok..remember you're coming with. What's upset you?" I asked but she was just quiet and hugged me. 

I looked at the young prince wondering if he said something to upset her and even then I had no right to talk to him. Aleks on the other hand took him aside and talked with him where I couldn't hear them then once Anna was calm I had her come along. Daniel was at the front door ready as we got in and waited for Aleks who walked in. I saw the Prince get up by the man in charge of the horses and we both got in and the door closed as we headed for the little palace. 

"Seems that there's been a misunderstanding between Anna and Nikolai.." He said as I nod in understanding. "Oh I see.." I said as the ride was quiet before we arrived. When we did we all got out as Aleks had Nikolai take Anna to her room which I found out was in his hallway and then we led Daniel to his own before he took me back to his room. 

When we reached the black doors he looked at me then smiled as he opened the door and I walked in seeing the way things were. His room was dark but he led me around and shown he had two desks in there when he decided to work on his own work in his room and Grandma was arranging me to get work sent every two weeks so it worked out. He showed me the closet where I could hang my clothes that I had with me and I did then went out to the table he had and put the container down. 

As I finished he turned me around as we kissed and I felt him take the ring on my hand off as I looked at him confused. "Aleks, that's my ring." I said as he looked at it knowing it was old and he walked away. "I know, and it's worth what I paid for it back then but you deserve better. I told you that originally when I gave you it that I'd get you something better." He said as he never directly asked me to marry him we just claimed to be each other's fiancé..

When he walked back over he held my hand with a box in his hand and I looked at him knowing I was just fine with the other ring. He kneeled down as he opened the box and I gasped seeing it was similar but so much more. "Amira Silina, will you marry me?" He asked as I was in shock

"Yes, Aleks.." I said as I was not expecting it but he was clear on his intentions as he slid the ring where the other one had stayed for four hundred years. They were similar but not the same this one seemed like it was stronger than the last one. Aleks showed me the other one I used to wear all the time "This one was cracking..it would have broke on you eventually probably cut you, the one you wear now is stronger. Made by the best fabrikators here." He said as I was just in shock.

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#Grishaverse #shadow and bone fanfiction #shadow and bone #fanfic #original story #aleksander morozova #Amira Silina #Amira Silina x Aleksander Morozova #shadow summoner #sunsummoner #tidemaker #dual summoner #darkling #the darkling #Team Darkling #darkling x reader #darkling x oc #Best Friends to Eternal Lovers

[ashcoveredtraveler]

Broken Vessel/Lost Kin

Also slight TW: for sickness

Their story starts off exactly the same as the Greenpath Vessel. They are twins so they hatched at the same time and escaped at the same time. They traverse through Deepnest and eventually get split up at Fungal Wastes. Even though they were split up, their journey was pretty similar.

Lost Kin, along with Pure Vessel and Little Ghost are the only siblings that have functional wings. All of them share the same type of wings which are the Monarchs Wings/Kings Wings.

Lost Kin wandered and made their way to The City of Tears. There they lived as a homeless child and was really not in the best positions. They had to steal food and pickpocket trinkets to get by. After falling though some unconstructed areas, they fell into a cavern were they ended up in Kingdoms Edge. They stuggled to get food and ate either rotten meat or hoppers if they are able to get close enough to them.

This obviously made them super sick, even though void makes it really difficult for bacteria and viruses to live within it. This causes Lost Kin to leave messes everywhere, whether that be messy kills or vomit. Just like the Greenpath Vessels story, someone noticed their activity.

The Nailmasters have multiple training halls throughout Hallownest, one of them being at the edge of Kingdoms Edge. Considering that the hut is in the middle of nowhere, they have to go hunt often. Usually, Oro and Mato would hunt as they would get into arguments often, and Sly would make them hunt for hours on end as a form of punishment and bonding for the boys. This would change when they started describing the disturbance in Kingdoms Edge.

They figured that some poor excommunicated noble was out there, as the activity was messy and would attract predators. But the footprints were too light and small for it to be an adult, and it was clear that this bug was getting sicker based on the amount of vomit that the bug was expelling. The last straw was when Sheo actually witnessed Lost Kin trying to drink water from the few watering holes in Kingdoms Edge. This made all of the Nail masters realize that there was in fact a tiny child out there and their condition was simply worsening. Now either Sly and Sheo or Mato go out of the hut to hunt so if they do encounter the child, they are able to help them. Out of all of the Nailmasters, Oro is the only one who isn't the best at comforting others, so logically if you wanted to convince a child to come to a different environment, you would want Oro to do that.

Funny enough it was actually Oro that found and brought back Lost Kin. While everyone was looking for the kid, they were actually so close by to the hut. They were extremely weak and were barely able to function. This wasn't so good when a Giant Hopper snuck up on them, trying to kill them. They hide inside of the cravise in the ground, trapping themselves. The commotion and the insistence of killing Lost Kin caught Oros attention and left to see what was going on. He saw a giant Hopper continuously jumping on one spot in the ground accompanied by distressed whistling. Oro took care of the hopper and looked where it was jumping at and saw the child curled up.

Lost Kin was not in the best shape. That had random cuts and bruises everywhere. There was a noticeable layer of grime on them and had acid burns. Oro knew he had to take care of the kid and immediately tried to take the kid back with slight resistance from the kid, as they were too weak to fight back or even escape.

Oro took care and cleaned the kid as much as he could without hurting them or putting them in distress. He was unable to mend all of their wounds. Once he was able to do that he waited for his brothers and dad to come back. Once they got back, they were obviously surprised that Oro was able to get the child and take care of them as best as he could. Sly mended the rest of their wounds and contemplated on what he should do with the child.

Obviously, he was gonna keep the child until they were nursed back to health, but that was met with such resistance, and clearly wanted to leave. Eventually, the child was slightly interested in the Nailmasters after sneaking out and seeing them train. They resisted less and less and once they got better, the Nail masters eventually trained with the kid and soon enough the kid got the name Kyne.

Kyne is pretty much an open book and whatever they are feeling, you will see it in their body language. Just like the Greenpath vessel, they didn't have restraint and had no filter. They had to be taught that and even then they are prone to being mean. Besides that, they have turned into a jovial kid.

Eventually, once Kyne was well and stable, the Nail masters moved to the hut in Greenpath. Once there they were able to reunite with their twin, the Greenpath vessel, who is now named Mothwing. Mothwing doesn't move in with the Nailmasters as they have found a parent of their own, but they both see each other every day.

The Pale King found Kyne when he visited the Nailmasters hut to inquire about training for The Pure Vessel(Who was revealed to be unpure at this point) and witnessed Kyne training with one of the nailmasters. The Pale King tried to convince Kyne to live back at the Place and tried to convince the Nailmasters to let him have Kyne. However none of them want that to happen, but Kyne does visit the Palace a few times to visit their older sibling.

#split family au #hollow knight #hollow knight au #hk lost kin #hk bv #child acquisition #hk nailmaster

[testormblog]

Dirty and Poor

I had little to amuse my inquisitive mind, a few homemade, wooden toys and the hammer I’d confiscated from Dad. Some children like to bang pots and pans; I loved to bang the hammer, mostly on the nails popping up from the old house’s floorboards. The noise let Mother know where I was playing. At first, I bruised my small fingers. With practice, my aim with the hammer became proficient unlike Dad’s.

There weren’t other children to play with. The yard dog, Woolie, black with curly fur, kept me company instead. The dog was so large that I could sit on its back. Together, we observed the comings and goings in our surroundings, in particular the trains passing the house. The rail motor travelled back and forth from Bethania to Beaudesert twice daily. Steam engines hauled regular goods trains. The most exciting, noisy and smelly were the long cattle and horse trains, headed with two steam engines, going to the abattoir. I’d tell my dog everything. He always seemed interested until one day, Woolie became bored and wandered off. The dog was likely bitten by a snake. Time moved slowly with the same daily routine. Except one day, I heard a steam engine’s brakes.

I excitedly watched it stop on the line beside my house. Whilst I wasn’t allowed outside to investigate the unusual event, this was the best day in my life to date! Men offloaded wooden planks from the train’s freight wagons. This second hand timber had come from Camp Cable, the wartime American Army camp, several miles up the line, near Logan Village. Life became interesting. My family were building a house nearby and closer to Bethania Railway Station. My great uncle had transferred to my father a patch of land considered too small for dairy cows or commercial cropping. This triangle of land had been part of the farm established by my forebears before the railway line and the road had separated it. The military had occupied the land and its surrounds with a transit camp. Bethania had been the intersection point for trains transporting troops to the Canungra Jungle Training Camp and Camp Cable.

Pop, an uncle and a neighbour built the cottage where the military’s tents and mess huts had been. Dad wasn’t skilled in carpentry. The simple home had one bedroom, a sitting room, a kitchen, a front veranda and a bathroom with an open wash house and a thunderbox outside. I slept in a cot tucked behind the bedroom cupboard.

As it was in a rural area, the cottage received no rubbish collection, sewerage or water supply services. Rubbish and effluent weren’t an issue. These were buried when Dad showed the inclination. Maintaining sufficient water in the two small tanks for household use and the vegetable garden was an issue. We were dependent on rainfall. Even then, the high tank had to be over half full for enough water pressure to exist for the bathroom and kitchen taps to flow. Mostly, water was dispensed by bucket. I was bathed once a week, and only if I looked sufficiently dirty, in no more than an inch of water in the bath tub. As I didn’t own a toy boat, I didn’t mind.

The cottage did have electricity for lights and three power points for the fridge and sewing machine in the kitchen and the small radio in the sitting room. Dad installed the power pole near the cottage. He purchased a milled log from the sawmiller. Then, he and his mates met, because that was the only labour available, to dig by shovel a large hole in which to stand the pole. At one metre deep, the men hit hard rock. Whilst they didn’t think the hole to be deep enough, they still positioned and raised the pole. For years after, Dad prayed the pole wouldn’t topple on the house in vicious wind. It held until the electricity company replaced it.

A wood stove sat in the kitchen. Finding wood was a chore and a cost most families struggled with. My father fed the stove with used railway sleepers his maintenance gang shared amongst themselves.

Outside, Dad constructed a fowl house from old tanks, sleepers and wire and dug a garden to support the family with eggs, meat and vegetables.

The primitive house met my biggest wish. The rail track ran along the backyard’s fence line! I loved waving at the passengers and guards. Sometimes, I watched Dad banging the spikes along the track.

I was far happier outside, away from Mother’s sight. In addition to the ambience her temperament created, inside the cottage was a horrid place to be. Mother hated housework. We lived in the continual squalor of dirty dishes, clothes, floors and fireplace. The beds weren’t made. The ‘night water’ wasn’t always taken outside early in the morning.

Mother presented a different face outside the cottage however. She was immaculately dressed as a walking advertisement for her dressmaking skills. She was a seamstress and a busy one. Initially, she received her clients in the sitting room but soon a small room was added to the veranda to keep clients away from the squalor. At one point, she started a dressmaking shop with a friend in Beenleigh. Their venture failed quickly as neither understood how to manage a business’ finances.

Money regularly created tension between my parents. There was father’s, mother’s and the housekeeping. Dad handed over the agreed housekeeping from his wage to pay the bills. There never seemed to be enough though. Appliances had been purchased on high interest hire purchase plans. Whatever Mother earnt from sewing appeared to be hers to spend how she wished, usually on more clothes for herself. Dad wasted what remained of his wage on race horses and alcohol. Their financial struggle was a circular form of hell that they couldn’t escape from, precipitated by their inability to work together. Whilst they didn’t physically abuse each other, verbally they did.

#dirty and poor #poverty #Bethania #circular form of hell #financial struggle

[maigo-san]

till dawn breaks

Day 5 | camping / beach party (festival)

Character(s): Kamado Tanjirou, Nezuko Kamado

Tag(s): post-Mugen Train Arc, pining, grief

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Sometimes Tanjirou dreams of phoenix eyes, of amber tourmaline in the night. He dreams of darkened blonde draped on top of a shadow. He dreams of sharp teeth, scaly skin, a bare chest, and long nails. He dreams of feeling cool hugs from the body of water and those wet locks cascading down his face, wispy fraying curls dancing with the tide. He dreams of drowning but not drowning, staying in the inertia.

Then, he wakes up with nothing but warmth.

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Tanjirou likes that Nezuko gets to go out during nighttime. The beach is the best place for her without fearing anyone walking in. It’s not like Tanjirou hides her from other humans, he knows she’s harmless. But during solo missions, it’s getting increasingly exhausting to see the first reaction people have when they look at her. Cautious, alert, distrust.

This demon that he has been eyeing for a while has preoccupy the Shonan Sea. After his mission in the Mugen Train, Oyakata-sama has ordered him to go solo somewhere further than Tokyo. It took him half a day to reach Chigasaki, but the view pays off. White sandy beach, scorching heatwave that blurs his vision, and the starry night sky that trails as far as Tanjirou can see. Nezuko is especially loving the view from the night.

He sets up a tent in a secluded part of the beach after he hears that there will be a local annual festival in a few days. As summer starts, there have been many gatherings in the form of festivals and rituals to celebrate it. Along that, demonic activity rises because some of them happen during the night either that, Tanjirou wonders if they have set up ways to let people into places where the sun doesn’t touch, making it easy to trap them and feast on them. The more he learns about demons, the more anxious he sometimes becomes. The more he learns, the more he doesn't know anything about their nature. But that just means he needs to keep going, to keep learning, and to keep working hard.

But Tanjirou isn’t surprised. From what Tanjirou had gathered, there’s been disappearances of fishermen around the area. At the same time, as Tanjirou scoops the whole area, he can’t find enough shade. He suspects the woods to be the place where this demon lives but there have also been sightings of a fish-like creature. Though Tanjirou notices that demons of all shapes and sizes can reside everywhere regardless of their body structure, these sightings are all seen around the coastal area. It’s not the first time he finds a demon living in the water. The swamp demon, for example.

That is why Tanjirou decides to camp on the beach.

The first evening, there’s no sight of this fish demon. He strolls by the shore as Nezuko skips in front of him, kicking sand around, enjoying the feel of sand under her cold dense skin. She crouches down and rummages through the sand for deserted seashells. This side of the beach is pretty far from civilians and it’s divided by a cliff. It feels like time stretches out, a breeze lulls his haori and the edge of Nezuko’s kimono. He can only hear the crunchy sound of waves hitting the edge of the sand bed and the beating of his own heart. Sometimes the wind howls and the salty smell dances under his nose, but overall… peaceful.

He doesn’t know how long they walk across the beach, back and forth, back and forth. Tanjirou even visits the fishermen huts but he doesn’t smell any trace of foreign body. The fishermen have stopped fishing at night but some still wants to go, believing that the disappearance is caused by a technical issue.

So, Tanjirou decides to call it a day, sleeping in his tent with Nezuko on his side.

Then, he starts to have these weird dreams.

After Rengoku’s death, Tanjirou couldn’t sleep. There’s only one time he didn’t have a fitful night, which was oddly the next day after he visited the Rengoku household. He decided to sleep early because the day before, Haganezuka-san had kept him almost a whole night. Shinobu has been telling him to stop training and to focus on rest—as Kiyo-chan said, she’s been on edge—and points out how exhausted he has been that day. Tanjirou took a sleeping pill and slept hugging Rengoku’s tsuba. There, he actually dreamed of sparring. Sparring Rengoku who was soundless and expressionless. He only smiled when Tanjirou won, barely nicking his sword out of his grasp. Then, he put the tsuba on his hand and disappears. Tanjirou thought he would wake up restless, but he felt more at peace for once. Rengoku’s smile, even though he barely caught it as he was panting on the ground. Rengoku had reached out and Tanjirou can feel the warmth of his palm. It felt so real that when he wakes up, he thought he did touch him.

In this dream, he’s standing by the beach. Nezuko isn’t around and as he enters the tent he had built, it was empty. When he walks out, from the corner of the periphery, he can see a figure. That figure is perched on top of one of the rocks under the cliff. That figure is dark as there is no moonlight to shine its silhouette, but the reflection from the water that was lit by the scatters of stars above them give it a little bit of form. Even in the dark, Tanjirou can make of blonde unruly. Even in the dark, he can see a pair of glowing gold-red rings.

His heart starts to hammer in his rib cage. He’s seeing things, he reminds himself. Or if not, this is one cruel illusion.

He catches something in the corner of his eyes. A swish motion of fins and a tail. They’re also gold, shimmering and glistening wet. That… perso—no, it’s a demon or a dream! Pull yourself together!—blinks, then throws itself back, it’s curly tail blooming in front of Tanjirou’s eyes before it descends into the water.

After that, he can hear the air around him crackle. The sound, coming from the sea before he’s engulfed in darkness.

Then, Tanjirou wakes up with a headache. He’s sweating and panting, but that’s because he can’t breathe. The sun is streaming down his face from where the tent was slightly open. It’s like a sauna here. He can only smell the salt and bitter sweat. He rubs around, finding no Nezuko, but then he hears a scratching from her box and sighs a relief. The beach at night is very cool and humid but during the morning, when he steps out, he yelps as it almost burns him. He wears his tabi, reconsiders wrapping his kyahan before he does anyway, and slips on his zori. He wears his haori but then decides to take it off, slinging Nezuko on his shoulders like usual but wraps the haori around his arm so it doesn’t dangle around.

Someone reports that another fisherman has gone missing, so Tanjirou rents a boat. He sweeps the remnant of the fisherman for a whole day yet he can’t find anything. The festival is in two days! From what Tanjirou learns about the Dawn Festival is that the festival starts before the sun rises. Everyone that lives in town and around the coastal area will gather and enters the water to a certain point to deliver the floating shrines until the sun is up. This demon is quite odd. There’s only very little time to consume that many people and from the previous reports and what happened last night, it seems the demon hasn’t come to the fishermen’s huts. It only consumes those that sail into the water at night.

During the second evening, Tanjirou decides to sleep on a boat.

Because of the increasing disappearance and the anticipation for the festival, there are fewer people that are willing to go into the sea at night. Demon or not, they will not risk anything before the big day. So, Tanjirou rents a small boat and sails during the middle of the night. His eyes start to droop as the ocean rocks him in a slow steady motion. “Nezuko, sorry for making you guard for a while. I’m just going to sleep for a few… minutes,” he falls asleep to the sound of Nezuko splashing water under them before he’s awake at the feeling of water drenching his front. His eyes widen as gold rings stare back at him. That familiar face is smiling wide at him, his large wet body on top of Tanjirou. Tanjirou can hear frantic splashing from behind him as Nezuko struggles to swim towards him. “Nezuko!”

She’s already a good distance away from them. “Kamado Boy…” the demon calls, voice deep and rich. The voice is his voice. Tanjirou feels like he can’t breathe. Rengoku—no, the demon!—’s split brows dip as he smiles softly at him. “That’s right… I’m alive…”

“No… turn back—” Tanjirou gasps as he crawls back in frantic. He screws his eyes shut as he shakes his head. “Turn back to your real form, you disgusting thing!”

“That is very rude, Kamado Boy! Is that how you talk to a Hashira?!” the voice booms, scolding, as he sits on his large tail. He folds his arm and squares his shoulders—just like what he always did—and Tanjirou feels like he’s about to vomit.

“Please just—fuck, just turn back…” he pales, turning his back—which he knows is dangerous—as he searches for Nezuko. “NEZUKOOO…!!” where is she?!

Tanjirou hears a loud thud from under him before the boat sways harder.

From his side, the demon huffs, “I know I told you that I accept you and your sister but will you look at me for a second?”

“Shut up, don’t act like you know me at all,” Tanjirou stands up, unsheathing his sword. He tips back as the ocean sways violently.

“I do know you… the one that got away!” the demon grins, voice booming. The hair is wet, but as he moves around, he can see the cockscombs hair dancing in the wind. It’s uncanny, the wide eyes blinks owlishly as he points out, “my boy… my tsuguko… my love…”

Tanjirou decides that talking will only make it worse. Nezuko’s head ascends from the water, her claws latching onto the side of the boat. A pair of webbed fingers shoot out of the water, pulling her back in. “Shi—Nezuko!”

Without thinking, Tanjirou dives in, ignoring the one on the boat. He can see another demon, this one doesn’t shape-shift as its bugged eyes and dark scaly face glares at Tanjirou. Nezuko’s blood is everywhere, turning into dark haze surrounding his vision. =Tanjirou hauls her up, swims as fast as he can towards the boat and throws her in.

The demon on top only swings his tail back and forth, back and forth in a lazy motion. “Kamado Boy… will you come with me? There’s no one that will hurt you anymore… we can finally be together…”

Tanjirou jumps, pushing the demon off of the boat. The other one darts from behind him, its long claws slashes through Tanjirou’s clothes. But in the water, it’s easier to maneuver a water breathing form. He’s been practicing this over and over. Just like practice, Tanjirou slashes the demon’s head off. He turns to do the same to the Rengoku Impostor, but the demon swims fast, his tails disappearing between tall kelp trees.

Tanjirou swims back up, and checks on Nezuko who passes out from overexcretion before paddling in the demon's direction. He dives into the water, thrusting his sword into the demon’s chest. The demon trashes under him, long blonde hair with red tips covering his shaking head. The demon tries to climb the sandbed, crawling on the coarse rocky surface. Tanjirou realizes why this demon doesn’t walk on land. It has such a unique shape-shifting ability yet only half of its body. He corners him to a small crevice by the side of the cliff. “…what did you do to my brother?” he shakily whispers. He can’t believe he gets to see Rengoku making such a cowardly face. But here he is.

“You seem scared…” he mumbles, brandishing his sword. “What’s wrong, Rengoku-san?” he feels hollow. When Enmu lulls him to his dreamscape, Tanjirou feels dread whenever he hears his siblings talk. From the cold weather to their chatting voice, to the soft familiar feeling of the tatami under him, it mimics his house too well. He searches for every oddity but every time he finds none, the reality is being reminded over and over. In a way, the normalcy is the oddity. The only thing that doesn’t lie is time and time doesn’t bring back his family. He crouches down and calmly asks, “turn back to your original form. I can draw this longer than necessary or I can do this quick and easy, which one is it?”

“Original… form?” the demon glances down, at his gleaming sword, and mumbles, shivering in fear, “this is my original form—”

“Shut up and do it now!” Tanjirou punches the rock beside the demon, startling him.

The demon looks up, those golden eyes searching his face as fair skin pales under the dim-lit room. The demon’s lids droop, looking up at him from under those long lashes. “I can’t… Kamado Boy, how could you ask me that—”

“STOP CALLING ME THAT...!” Tanjirou raises his sword and the demon only tips his head back, defiantly showing his neck. Tanjirou’s hand starts to shake. He steps back, calming his breathing. “Please, I don’t want to do this… Rengoku-san…”

“Why… why are you crying?” Tanjirou widens his eyes and when he touches his cheeks, he’s baffled by the feeling of warm liquid. It’s not sea water nor his sweat. The tears keep rolling down his cheeks as he breathes a mouthful of air. the demon straightens his back, he folds his tails back as if to sit in seiza, his face serious. “Is it because you realized that your failure killed me? Is it because you realized that you can never stop grieving me?”

Tanjirou clutches his eye, his chest heaving as he shakes his head. No… I will never let time consume me… in this desperate moment, he plays Rengoku-san’s words in his head. Clench your teeth, look ahead, set your heart abla—

“This is me, Kamado… this is my form…” the voice grows closer, the demon’s strong and clawless fingers reach into his haori sleeve. The demon lifts his body up by the tail, looping his smooth arms around Tanjirou, pressing his chest to his side, his voice drips like sweet venom. “I am whatever you need, whatever you want. Yet, you can’t have it… that is my true blood demon art. Isn’t it fitting? Such a cruel power is a manifestation of one’s own fear and regret…” he pulls Tanjirou’s chin gently to face his wide large eyes and smile that stretches from ear to ear.

Tanjirou’s hand held his waist, not pushing nor pulling.

“Do you regret killing me?”

“…no.”

“Liar,” Rengoku whispers, lips inches away from his.

Tanjirou lets go, creeping back to the wall of the cave. Rengoku in his memory has a voice so gentle he can only feel tranquil even in his last moment.

Don’t feel bad that I died…

“No, I do…” he pants, his body feels heavy as his vision starts to shake, he looks down, trying to steady his footing. “I do regret that I couldn’t help you. Every day I wished to go back to that night. Maybe I know I can never be good enough… but the real Rengoku-san won’t ever say such a thing…” he says, more to himself. “Such a flawed and weak blood demon art… you can only do so much; you will never mimic the real thing.”

The demon stops smiling as Tanjirou looks up with emotionless eyes.

Before the demon can move, Tanjirou launches, “Hinokami Kagura… Dance.”

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Tanjirou dangles one leg by the side of the cliff. He watches as people gather on the beach. Lanterns glow, creating a path to each of the mikoshi. About eight mikoshi are hauled by the shoulders. “Dokkoi…! Dokkoi…! Dokkoi…!” the slaps of their synchronized getas followed the beat of their chants, almost defeating the sounds of waves crashing. When he looks forward, dawn breaks, and streaks of orange embrace the lonely grey. He gulps a gourd full of fresh water, sighing as he wipes his lips. He stands up, caressing the side of the box. He can hear Nezuko humming inside,

Tanjirou smiles, warm and gentle. “Nezuko, let’s go.”

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END.

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Aaand while I’m in an updated creative copy of my world for that last post, here are some aerial shots of my base currently with some rambles of reasonable length here and there

(Featuring the build-limit-tall scaffolding I still haven’t taken down from that achievement, because it’s just come in handy too much when I wanted to see how a build is looking from a distance oops)

Most of these are night time because I just like the vibe better lol. Especially now with the mangrove trees everywhere

^^ I was originally going to make a house for a fisherman villager on that little island, but after a while of just not knowing how I even wanted it to look I decided to just make a little gazebo kinda build. There’s a cat under it name Talia after a fox I had on another server last year

^^ Cactus farm! Which I really didn’t need but I had never made an automated farm and just felt I was obligated to make one eventually lol. And the watchtower, which is like the Botanical Garden in that it’s a recreation of a build I made on the aforementioned server. Same structure pretty much but with a very different block palette

^^ Farmhouse, Chicken Coop, and Barn, featuring the glitched llamas. One of whom broke off the lead of a wandering trader, and the other just didn’t despawn with that trader, meaning it still technically has a lead attached to it and therefore the other llama follows it everywhere (this has happened a lot lol)

In this shot ^^, the little hut the stairs lead up to and the pavilion next to it are both entrances to my actual base, which is all underground! The pavilion leads directly into my nether portal room via bubble elevators. I literally only built that because when I was making the nether room I got tired of having to run all the way up through the other rooms just to get back outside, but I think I use that entrance the most now lol

^^ Allaytrium, WIP Botanical Garden, and a lil sugar cane farm I made a couple days ago! This area looks so weird to me but I think it’s mostly because I haven’t added all the moss blocks and foliage and stuff like I have around my other builds yet. Fun fact: the little pillars in the background with lights on top are markers to geodes I’ve found!

^^Library, Train Depot, and my sheep pen in the background there

Bonus: Compost Cat and the (black concrete block) Void

#one of these days i'll make a lil video running through the underground stuff #cause like I think that would show it off better #than having to just take a bunch of screenshots from different angles #and hope I do it justice lol #I just added another storage room for tree-related stuff #because I had SO many mangrove leaves and roots #from harvesting them #and ran out of room in the single leafblock/sapling chest I had lol #anyway this is a long post but I just wanted to share an update! #lee speaks #long post #minecraft #stuff i built