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filmbyjy · 2 months

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hiii

you may not recognize me and thats because im (kinda) new hehe.. anyway, i've been kinda stalking you- but that's besides the point. i loveee your workss!! keep up the good work <3 idk if asks are open, but if they are, could you write a fluffy fem!reader x bf!niki where the reader comes home from a long day, and niki comforts her?? and if you cant, its totally ok <3

have a nice day!

a/n: this has been in the drafts for a year now💀 so sorry, I am trying to clear the drafts but my schedule is shit and we all know I suck at keeping up with my schedule😍

WELCOME HOME

it was past 8pm when you had treaded through the front door of your apartment. your body sore from leaning over the tables and wiping it. normally, the cafe you work at was peaceful and was decently packed but after a viral video that practically wowed the internet.

there had been more and more people stopping by everyday. the cafe was decently sized but it was short staffed so sometimes you had to man the cashier, do the dishes, clean the tables and make the drinks. for normal days (before the surge of people), there was about 2 people working per shift, not including the 2 bakers in the kitchen as they were the behind the scenes staff that were required to be there.

with not that many staff per shift, it was hard for you and whoever was working that day to manage the cafe. that also meant more demands from the customers who think they are entitled to make a mess of the space as 'customers are always right'. curse, whoever made that quote.

you were mentally and physically drained. you just needed a good long rest for the rest of the week. however, you couldn't do that. not when your off-days were already used up for visiting your family back in your hometown. if only you could just...take a breather.

"welcome home, baby!" ni-ki slides into the hallway just as you walked towards the living room. you gave him a tired smile.

"hi riki, why aren't you at the dorm?" ni-ki gives you a playful pout.

"already kicking me out? baby, you wound me. i came to see you and you're already pushing me away." he says as he throws his (long) arms around you. "you weren't answering my calls so i assumed it was a long day at work and you didn't charge your phone."

you took out your phone and tried to turn it on but it was indeed dead. "sorry, today was a hectic day. couldn't even get a proper lunch break. there was so many people coming over for the past week."

"yeah, i heard about it. jake hyung talked about wanting to come over and buy some desserts. they did look good but since you know us being celebrities...we could get mobbed."

you hummed, "that's fair. it's a good thing you didn't go. seriously, have never seen such a long queue outside of the cafe in my whole years of working there."

"there was a queue?" he says as he pulls back from the hug.

"yeah, i felt like i was working at some fancy restaurant. oh god, speaking of there are so many karens trying to scam me and gaslight me into thinking i did something wrong when i did nothing wrong." you groaned and buried your head against ni-ki's chest.

he pats your head. "were you the shift manager?"

"usually i am whenever i am working that day."

"mmm, then you could've kicked them out and taught them a lesson."

"trust me, i wanted to but i can't i'll lose my job so i just sucked it up and patiently worked with them and even gave them a free bagel."

"not the free bagels, baby. they'll just come back again for more." ni-ki huffs.

"i know but what am i supposed to do." you sniffled as the tears that unknowingly appeared falls. you were just mad and exhausted. ni-ki obviously heard it so he pulls you back and cups your face.

"hey hey, don't cry. everything will be fine. why don't i run you a bath and then order some of your favourite food, okay?" he wipes the tears that were falling down.

"will cuddles be included?"

"of course. cuddles will be included. now, just lay in bed and i'll get the bath running." he pecks your forehead and goes to move to bedroom. however, you grabbed his wrist.

"carry me to my bedroom?" you pout. ni-ki smiles and scoops you up in his arms. he princess carries you over to your bed and places you gently onto the mattress before going over to the bathroom and getting ready the bathtub.

you had shut your eyes for a bit since you were tired but the exhaustion took a toll on you and you fell asleep for a little. ni-ki shakes you a little. "baby? the bath is ready. go enjoy it, i already placed an order so the food should be on the way soon."

you hummed and went over to the bathroom to remove your clothing and step into the bathtub. you laid your back against the edge of the tub and shut your eyes again. the candle light making everything moody and warm. you were enjoying the comfortable warmth and silence, much better than the bustling sounds at the cafe. this felt nice.

you had spent in the bathroom for about 20 minutes or so before deciding to get out of the tub. you didn't want to your fingers or toes to look like dried prunes so you decided to just get out of the water. you had grabbed the towel and dried yourself off. you could hear a knock at the door.

"baby, i have pyjamas with me. i forgot to leave them inside the bathroom." you opened the door to ni-ki. he had one hand out to hold the pyjama set and the other hand covering his eyes. a very gentleman thing of him to always do if you came out of the shower in just your towel.

you had noticed he too was wearing a pyjama set and it was similar to yours. of course, he loved matching things with you. you grabbed the pyjamas. "mmm, i think you forgot to grab my undergarments."

his ears quickly turned red in embarrassment. "ah, i knew i forget something. i-i'll just leave the room so you could change." and so ni-ki bolts out of the room and shuts the door. you shook your head, laughing a little since he was so adorable.

you changed into the pyjamas after putting on your undergarments and then went out to the living room. there ni-ki was, turning on the tv and searching up your favourite anime to watch together and setting up the food onto the coffee table. you had come up behind him and back hugged him.

"i have the best boyfriend in the world." you say. ni-ki smiles.

"well, let's not forget your boyfriend is one of a kind. where can you get another nishimura riki, member of boy band enhypen, in the world." he boasts. you playfully rolled your eyes and released him.

"that's very humble of you, riki." you playfully say.

"oh, i know. i'm just that hot." ni-ki smirks. you laughed.

"yeah, you are. now, will my hunk of a boyfriend please just cuddle and eat with me?"

"of course, i'll eat with my beautiful and amazing girlfriend any time." he steals a small peck to your lips and settles down on the couch. you gave him a playful gaze and settled right next to him.

after some time, you found yourself tangled with ni-ki. your legs and his long ones were somehow crossed in between in each other as you cuddled like cats laying together.

"oh, it's over?" you say.

"no, it can't be." ni-ki gasps.

a flash to the tv showed 'season 2 coming soon'. it made both you and ni-ki groan. "that's lame. we have to wait for the next season? that's going to take 1-2 years." ni-ki whines.

"they're going to pull another 'Spy Family' thing where there isn't going to have episodes in the next season, i can feel it." you complained.

"boooo. let's watch something else." ni-ki grumbles.

"yeah, let's watch-"

"let's watch, you. you're really pretty." ni-ki says as he stares down at you. ah, this playful and teasing ni-ki is appearing now.

"that wasn't that smooth, riki."

"well, to me it was. besides, this is a signal for you to reward me and i don't know give me a kiss or at least a peck? i am an amazing boyfriend, right?"

you snort, "yes, riki. you are but you're not getting that peck."

"what? why." he pouts.

"because..." you got closer to him and watches you with adorable doe eyes. before you unexpectedly peck him and ran away. ni-ki sits there confused, trying to analyse the situation properly. until he finally digested it.

"hey! get back here!" he yells as he tries to chase after you.

you could've not felt any better.

and being with ni-ki helped it.

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teyamsatan · 10 months

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕍𝕀𝕀: 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕎𝕖'𝕧𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕕 𝔼𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙

Pairing: Neteyam x (f)Omaticaya!Reader

synopsis: You and Neteyam finally confront each other, after a seven year war that left you broken and bruised.

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, aged-up! Neteyam/Reader, enemies-to-lovers, angst (mentions of violence, battle, blood, death, confrontation, admission of feelings), smut, strong language.

wc: 7k words

a/n: we're almost at the end, besties. i want to say a massive thank you for being patient with me, i have struggled with writer's block for a while now, and my life is incredibly hectic at the moment, but thank you for continuing to inspire me to write this story that has come to mean so much to me :(. i hope you enjoy this chapter, that i once again somehow feel weirdly insecure about hahaha, and i hope you'll find it was worth the wait. also this is only mildly proof read bc i am exhausted and i need to sleep ;((( i'll come back to it in the morning i promise x (also pls someone comment on the fact in the photo vi's looking up and he's looking down cause you know - rise and fall together and all)

pls don't forget to leave a comment or a reblog and tell me your thoughts, i loveee to hear from you so much!

na'vi compendium: txepvi - spark, oare - moon, nawm - great, syä - bitter, tanhì - bioluminescent freckle, tewng - loincloth, tsakarem - tsa'hik in training, yawne - beloved

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I carved my name into your ribcage We talked of lands away from this cage

"Dad always talks about Earth as if it was a dying hole, but... I don't know."

Neteyam's head was positioned snugly in your lap as you both stared intently at the sky, trying to make sense of the shapes of clouds, and the way they passed you by like birds in the night sky, never to be seen again, just a memento of the present and how every moment was unique and precious, and needed to be cherished. You both loved doing that, in between practice sessions, or before, or after, a way to ground you and remind you there's still beauty in this world outside of what you were being taught, of how everything was in preparation for a grisly reality you both struggled to come to terms with.

"Yes?"

"The little videos we've seen, of the movies and shows Norm and Max and the other humans like to watch... and the books they make us read during English lessons and the music... it doesn't seem that bad, you know? It seems they were happy, and... good. It seemed they lived for more than just fighting and greed, more than this."

You thought about it for a while. He was right. Humans were... beautiful, in their own ways. They had love and heart and soul in a way you never thought possible - it seemed there was always beauty to be found even in the darkest of corners, even in the most unsightly of places, and that gave you hope.

"I want to be more than this, too."

Your eyes snapped from the sky to him, and his eyes met yours, boring into you with a vehemence that almost scared you. When he rose from his spot, he faced you, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath fanning over you, and your heart stumbled in your chest at the proximity and the way his smile always managed to take your breath away.

"I want to know more than this. I will learn, and I will work hard, and I will fight, but Vi, one day, you and me, we'll be free of this. Free to do whatever we want, free to spend our days like the humans in the movies, just happy and ourselves. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Yes. I'd like that."

You said, don't fret love, someday I'll be my own man, I'll be free Oh, but darling, did you mean Darling, did you mean free from me?

“O’i’en…” your voice was hoarse and barely there, a croaking whisper you hardly recognised as your own, but still there. You were still here, and at least for that, you were grateful. Because there was more to your life. So much more you wanted to do and see, so much you felt you were made for and deserved, so much you still have to repent and atone for. Your mind was scrambled with visions of your past, so many of them you’ve lost count, the continuous onslaught barely ceasing as you woke, and you still felt like in a liminal state of being, not quite dead, but not quite alive, either. In those dreams, images of your old Neteyam were intertwined with his face now, much colder, much wiser, somehow even more beautiful, and confessions of “I love you” mingled with hushed whispers of “why is she not awake yet?” and commotion beyond your understanding. You needed answers. The battle, that now felt like a lifetime away to you, also somehow felt like it had just finished, and you rose from your spot with only one thought in mind: Oare was hurt. She was shot, and you needed to find her.

You wondered if it was fate, or Eywa's doing, that O'i'en was the first person you ran into, even as you were trying to avoid any semblance of another soul, the guilt and sadness mingling in you with flashes of worst-case scenarios, ones in which your distracted mind led to deaths that you will forever carry on your shoulders, that you will forever blame yourself for, that you were sure other people would, too, ones which you were too scared to prove and too spent to disprove, so you settled for ignorance and denial, at least until you found your ikran.

"Oh, Eywa, you're alive!" you were taken aback by his surprise, and by his pure, unadulterated relief and happiness as his eyes found your form, limping and bruised, with bloodied and torn garments and yet still... alive. You didn’t think O’i’en would ever want to see you again, much less acknowledge you or talk to you, but here he was, running, as much as he could, the gash in his leg preventing him from any true momentum, but still, he ran to you and enveloped you in a big hug, that you couldn’t help but reciprocate, melting into his all-too-familiar touch that’s always felt comforting and safe, and never bruising or cold.

You sighed as your mind, much as it always did, brought to its forefront another face, another body, another man that never ceased to pull you out of the moment and into whatever fantasy your mind concocted to replace reality with. As you tightened your arms around him, your palms flat against his back, you noticed your fingers being coated in warm liquid, and the feel of it, as well as the smell of metal that hit you immediately after, made you gasp and break the embrace, using whatever force you had to turn him around and inspect the wound you knew had to be bad enough, if so much blood was pouring out of it, but still couldn’t help be shocked when you were proven right.

“Fuck, your back…”

“I know… I haven’t had the chance to go see the healers yet.”

“You haven’t ha- are you serious right now? Come, let’s go now.” You almost forgot about the your plan to avoid people, too concerned for the ugly looking gash pulsating blood that trickled down his toned back, until it soaked in his soiled tewng. He didn’t let you move him, instead taking your wrists in his hand and holding you still.

“You look like you’re about to collapse, how are you still so bossy? Besides… there’s people who need it more than me.” The purple twinge in his cheeks let you know this wasn’t quite the truth. Not the whole truth. O’i’en was the most selfless person you’ve ever met, and yet, this wasn’t the whole truth. You looked tired and broken, scared and forlorn, and yet, with all your might, you tried to contort your face into something you hoped resembled the way Jake would raise the hairs above his eyes in a clearly disapproving expression, and while you lacked the most important aspect of that whole stare, it clearly worked, because he winced and broke the look you shared, choosing a spot on the ground instead.

“After… everything, I just didn’t know if I could…or should… go get help from the Tsa’hik. It feels like everywhere I look, you follow. I knew you were hurt as well, and I didn’t know if I could handle seeing you like that, or seeing you at all. But now that you’re here, I realise… I’m just happy you’re alive.”

You smiled, a small feat that felt like the hardest task you’ve ever been assigned, but still, you were glad to know there was still something salvageable about your relationship with the man you once thought you’d spent the rest of your life with.

“Come, sit. I’ll clean the wound myself.”

“You shouldn’t-“ He stopped when he noticed your look. You were too tired to be trifled with, and he was smart enough to know that.

You promised home, the kind I'd never known But here we are, skin and flesh and beating hearts And I'm wondering what the hell I'm doing wrong

You worked in silence, as much as you could, the thoughts spiralling in your head, worse with each passing second, and although you didn’t want to ask, you knew you couldn’t avoid it any longer, not when he looked so sad and despondent, not when the gash in his back spoke to a battle fiercer than you wanted to picture, not when you couldn’t help wonder if it was all on you. With a sigh, you spoke, and watched as he went rigid with every word uttered.

“What happened, O’i’en?”

“What do you remember?”

“Nothing. I remember falling… i remember Oare getting shot.” You wince at the memory, at how it was your unsteady, tired, distracted mind that made her a vulnerable target.

“Nothing else.”

O'i'en's whole body stiffened, and your hand stilled midair, shivers pulsating in your body as dread enveloped it.

“What. Happened. O’i’en?”

"After you fell... the battle... took a turn for the worse. A lot of Na'vi died, a lot of our mounts died, too..."

"The Olo'eyktan and Tsakarem tried their best, we all did, but without you and Neteyam..."

The guilt that was big enough to almost crumble you into a mess of sobs and broken shards on the ground dulled just for a moment while his words rang in your ears, echoing until they clicked, until you made sense of their meaning.

"Neteyam...? Where was Neteyam, why wasn't he fighting?"

His body turns to face you again, his barely patched-up wound forgotten in the moment that felt ever-lasting, but not like how time stands still as you're enveloped in a kiss, but like a nightmare you can't escape from, where a moment lasts hours, where every scream is expelled in slow-motion and the monsters get closer and closer with each breath that gets lodged in your dry, hoarse throat.

"He tried to catch you, but couldn't. I think he took you back to the village. He didn't return after. They say..."

"They say he hasn't left your tent since. We've all been working, trying to get everyone back, ready for the funeral, but he... he never left the Tsa'hik's tent."

"You're wrong." What he was saying made no sense. Neteyam has done nothing but wish for your demise ever since you were both nothing more than mere children. His hatred never diminished through time, and neither did yours. You both despised each other more and more each day, with every year passed, with every instance in which neither of you relented or found it in you to be better and take the high road. This whole ordeal, this whole nightmare that only started when you woke up, it was his fault. The fact that so many people died, that you were in this state, that Oare.... fuck. Oare.

“Where are you going? You need to take it easy.”

“I need to find her. I need to make sure she’s ok, she’s probably in pain and suffering and I should be the-“

You stop when you notice his grieving grimace, his eyes fixed on the ground, tears falling at his feet, that you followed from his eyes to their demise as they splattered on the ground, the droplets hitting your ankles in the process.

“No.”

Silence. Dead silence. Death silence. Silence that you couldn’t help fill with a crescendo of denial, louder and higher pitched with every new attempt.

“No, please. Tell me you’re wrong.”

“I saw her… in the lineup.”

“The lineup?”

“Of all the dead… dead animals and na’vi. So many of them, i lost count. She was there… I’m so sorry.”

Your tears mingled with his own as they collapsed on your feet and on the grass, and you forgot for a second of your rule - no crying in front of people. You forgot this as you forgot everything else, even your own name pushed from your memory as it was flooded instead with images of her, of your sister, that you loved so much, that you cherished deeply, that you thought you’d be able to for the rest of your life, that you were now told was gone, taken from you, in spite of you… because of you.

“No…Oare, no…”

“She’s with Eywa now… I’m so sorry.”

You said, "Let's make ourselves our very own brigade, this love our shield, our blade" Oh, but darling do you see the cuts from which I bleed? It's me you've slain

"Have you seen her? Have you seen syä?"

"What do you mean, Lo'ak?"

"She's gone, bro. She's not in grandmother's tent anymore."

Neteyam felt the blood drain from his face and settle at the soles of his feet, trickling through and into the ground, until he was so empty he felt faint, he felt like he would never be the same again. So many emotions tried him, from ecstatic relief that he couldn’t even explain to himself, at the fact that you were awake, and well enough to walk, to paralysing fear that overwhelmed him, at the fact you were out in your state, that you were gone Eywa knows where, at the fact he’s now going to have to face you and talk to you.

Too many things have changed in such a short amount of time, so many things he couldn’t make sense of or understand, too many revelations and the possibility of more, of the truth, that Neteyam dreaded. A lose-lose situation, his dad would call it - either he confronted you and you told him his father misunderstood, that it wasn’t true, that you too loved him the way he loved you, which meant the last seven years of both your lives, everything you have put each other through would have been for nothing, or his father was right, and having a confirmation of your lack of feelings, which is what he thought fuelled your actions all these years, which was a truth he avoided knowing for a fact for so long, and that might be too hard to bear after all.

“We have to find her, grandma said she shouldn’t be walking around.”

“I know where she is.”

He’s always known where you were when you wanted to be alone. He’s always known because it’s a place that used to be his, his secret spot, his uncharted paradise. A place that he showed to you when you were both children, and that became a safe heaven for the both of you in time, that you took from him after your unfortunate fallout. Just one more thing you ended up taking from him in time. He couldn’t have returned to this place anyway, not with all the memories of you that plagued it, that might as well have been enclosed in a room stuck in a past that he never wanted to revisit.

It took him no time at all to find you, his mind disassociating from the walk, until it was like he blinked and he was there, in the clearing that he dreaded coming to, where the last time he came, he took it too far, the memory of the words that you spat at each other, the way his anger physically manifested itself for the first time in his life, the way he lost control of his emotions and his temper, it was all so ugly and unsightly, it hurt him even thinking about it.

Your back was turned to him as you lay on the edge of the lake, one leg dangling mindlessly in the water, and Neteyam’s heart dropped to his stomach at the sight of you - your hunched shoulders, so far removed from the awe-inspiring, empowered stance you normally displayed to people. Your tail was thrashing furiously from side to side, ears pushed flat against your head that rested on your bent knee, braided hair tousled and unkept as it fell over your face, shielding you from view. Neteyam didn’t even know whether he should speak - if there was still a voice in his throat that could push sounds out, and as he tried, he heard nothing, the only sound in his ears one of muffled, panted breaths and thunderous, erratic heartbeats, that somehow drowned everything else out.

"Leave."

Neteyam ignored your words, all of his senses focused on your voice, on the sniffles that accompanied it, and what they represented. Neteyam has seen you cry only a couple times in all the time he's known you, and not once since your fallout. He was sure you would have rather swallowed a poisoned knife's blade than show weakness in front of him. He gulped audibly when he realised that if you did, that means you knew... if you did, there was no escaping the wrath that was currently embedded in your soul, that he wasn't sure would ever leave you again.

“Why are you here? You should be resting.”

He heard you scoff, bitterness laced through your voice that normally was sweet as a yovo fruit on a summer day, that now felt spoilt, like it had been left rotting on the ground, with no one the wiser.

“Since when do you care about my wellbeing, huh? Last thing I knew I could be dead in a ditch and you’d probably throw a party and dance over my grave. Leave me be, I don't want to deal with you right now.”

"Txepvi... Just co-"

"Don't you dare call me that. You have long forsaken the right to call me that. Just fucking leave, Neteyam."

He felt anger pricking at him like a dagger he was all too familiar with, that was dull and middling, but whose sting still hurt if pushed into his skin at the correct angle, in the right spot, where he was weak.

"I'm not leaving until you get back to the tent. Tsa'hik's orders." That was a lie, but one he felt at liberty to make, since it was quite certain his grandmother would want you back resting, and not galavanting in the woods, with a wound that almost killed you, that made you easy prey for the apex predators lurking in the thick foliage.

I didn't obliterate these walls for you to come and raid my home And here you are right next to me Ironically, I've never felt more alone

“Why did you stay with me?”

Whatever anger he had immediately dissipated like droplets water of a hot day, replaced by the same fear that was plaguing him early, that not even the adrenaline coursing through his veins could overpower. What was he supposed to say? It's not like he had an answer to give you - he couldn't even conceptualise it for himself, much less put it into words that would make sense, that would ever satisfy your morbid curiosity.

“Answer me, Neteyam.”

“I don’t know.”

You rose from your spot on the edge of the lake, and when you turned to face him and your eyes locked, his breath lodged in his throat. You looked anguished, sadder than he's ever seen you, puffy eyes so red, it scared him, cheeks purple and stained, and swollen, wet lips opened to accommodate the heaved breaths and quiet sobs that you tried your hardest to push down, so that he wouldn't see.

It was too late, now. He could see. He could see it all, and it scared him, what you were doing to him, these feelings that were rushing down with enough force to make him buckle under their weight, just like a waterfall that crashed into the river below, warping it with its power.

“No, we’re not doing this shit anymore. My ikran is dead. People are dead, Neteyam. All because of us, because this stupid war, that you caused. That you started. I’m done with the games, and the mystery, and your stupid mouth staying shut. You don’t know? Figure it out. Now.”

I fell for you faster than I fell apart And I guess I'm the one to blame for letting myself fall too hard

"I don't fucking know, OK? I just needed to - fuck. I needed to make sure you'll live."

"Why?! Why the fuck would you care if I live or die? Why? You haven't cared for more than half our lives, and now, when you would have been more useful on the battlefield, when you could have prevented this mess that you caused to begin with, now you want to play the fucking hero?"

“That I started? Are you hearing yourself right now? I wasn’t the one that pushed, and pushed, and pushed until whatever thread it was that still bound us together turned from wool to steel and snapped, yawne. You made it your life purpose to ruin mine, at every turn, in every way imaginable, for years. I did nothing to you, damn it. I just stopped talking to you. I didn’t hurt you, or purposefully tried to make you ache or suffer, I tried to keep my mouth shut and go about my life, without infringing on yours. I didn’t do anything to hurt you, for fuck’s sa-“

“You keeping your mouth shut and going about your life as if your life wasn’t impermeably connected to mine was what fucking hurt me, Neteyam! You saying nothing, doing nothing, acting like I didn’t exist, like I was just a toy you outgrew, that was worse than anything I could have ever fucking done to you, don’t you understand that? Do you understand that you abandoned me? Me, Neteyam, the person who was always there for you, the person who always had your back. Your best friend, your confidant, your training buddy, your sister. I was everything to you, and you just acted like that meant nothing at all."

"It meant everything! And my father fucking ruined it, and you ruined it. You ruined it, and I'll never, ever forgive you." the intensity behind his eyes, glistening with unshed tears that reflected the rays of the sun hitting his golden irises, the ones that put stars to shame and brought you to your knees, scared you. You came here to cry, and let it out. You came here to mourn. You didn't expect this. Didn't want this. But, for the first time in years, Neteyam was talking to you. Neteyam was telling you truths buried deep within his soul, deep behind walls you've tried to climb and pierce through longer than you wanted to admit to, and given the little crack of light you saw shine through, you knew you couldn't let this opportunity pass you by.

"What do you mean?"

He looked tired, you realised faintly. It was true... he did stay with you. His face was sunken and caved in, dark purple bags under his eyes, and you traced the tears that brightened his tanhì momentarily, as they caressed his skin, before falling down his neck.

"Tell me it's not true, what you said to him all those years ago. Tell me he didn't hear you right. That he misunderstood."

"Who?"

"My dad. I heard him... telling my grandmother that you'd never want to mate with me. Or be Tsa'hik. He said you said that. Tell me he was wrong. Tell me I was wrong for believing him. Tell me I was an idiot for not coming to you sooner, for shutting you out of my life. For letting this break me. Please."

Shock stilled you in your spot, replacing blood with current that electrified every ounce of your being. What? After all this time, so much time that kids were born and grew up, time in which you watched Tuk go from barely a babe to a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, beautiful girl, time in which you gained and lost your ikran, in which you gained a family and lost the future you thought you were always made for, next to the person you thought you'd always have your back... so much time has passed, and to hear it, the reason, was so unbelievable it didn't feel like it was real. You thought about the conversation that he was referring to, that you had with Jake in what feels like a completely life to the one you were currently living. He did ask you, and you did say...

"He wasn't wrong."

I ripped my heart out and put it in your hands in hopes that we'd put up a fight How paradoxical, since now all I can think about is when will we stop trying

You watched as the intensity on his face was decimated in an instant, his eyes blank and distant as all life seemed to drain from them as you spoke words that you spat without truly even thinking about it. Oare's death, still so fresh in your mind, hurt so much, made every fibre of your being scream in agony, and this new revelation, of the reason of her death being attributed to something you said as a little kid in passing, that he overheard and never bothered to fact-check, made what little sanity you had left to evaporate and what remained was a bitter precipitate of fury and pain, that you wanted him to feel, that you needed to inflict.

"This is why Oare's dead? This is why so many people are dead, because of one comment I made to your father seven years ago in passing? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Your teeth were bared as you spoke, and the emptiness behind his eyes was replaced with furious anger as he listened, as he realised you had no intention of putting his mind or heart at ease, as you realised he didn't deserve it. Not after everything that's happened, not after the way your soul crashed and imploded inside your body at the guilt that ate you alive, that churned and ground your bones into fine dust, guilt that will never, ever leave you.

“I was just a fucking child, don’t you understand that? Do you understand how insane it is to punish me for something that happened when I was just twelve years old?!"

“Well, you know what? I was also just twelve years old! And I loved you, Vi.” The break in his voice hurt you, like a shard of glass plunged in the soft of your skin, and you looked down to try to see if blood was coming out of the wound that wasn't there. There was nothing. Just emptiness, like the vast chasm that separated you, that always will, no matter the fact he was so close to you, you could feel his breath over your face, your scent in your nostrils, his glistening eyes big as planets, eyes you could get lost in easily, you could fall into as easily as falling asleep.

Seeing the unshed tears once more made tears gather in your own. The nickname, that you haven’t heard in all these years, that felt like a relic from a life long forgotten, long forsaken, knocked the air out of you, just as much as his vulnerability, that you weren’t used to seeing anymore did.

“I fucking loved you. You were everything to me. And you broke me.”

“I had to watch you prove me right every day of my life. Watched as you fought every day to push me away from my own family, and my own dad, who obviously always found you better than me. Watched as you moved on, with no issue, and dated Na’vi after Na’vi, letting them touch you and kiss you, knowing I could see it, in practice, where I always was, I- “

“You fucking did the same thing! You pushed me away, you never talked to me. You abandoned me, without as much as a goodbye. Without any explanation. You fucked girls anywhere I could see, behind my tent, so I could hear you. You chose them all so they bore no resemblance to me, so I could know how much you hated me, every time I saw their faces. You ruined my relationship with the one person who loved me, who was good for me. You fu-"

All you do is blindside me, it's hard to be brave But when the night cuts into the day, it's your love I crave I must've thanked my lucky stars too much They left me sitting in too much dust

Your sentence was cut short by a pair of lips crashing into yours, soft and desperate, clinging on to you like his fingers were wrapped tightly around your throat, like if letting go was unimaginable, like it was too painful to envision. In your dreams, Neteyam's lips were bruising and calloused and cold, and no matter how fiercely you wanted to protest, no matter how much you hated yourself for it, they were the only lips you ever dreamt about. And yet right now, they were nothing like you imagined, nothing like you feared, and despite the hurt, and the pain and the anguish and the anger, despite it all, you couldn't help reciprocating, couldn't help the moan the left you as his other hand found your hips, holding you impossibly closer, while your own hands found the back of his neck and his hair, that you tugged on until he growled. When he broke the kiss and looked at you, hunger and ache clear in his bright eyes, that looked more black than yellow as his hand found your jaw, that he lifted to tilt your head back, pushing his thumb past your lips so you'd keep quiet, you let out a small whimper, and watched as his pupils dilated even more, almost overtaking his beautiful, molten irises.

"Just...Stop talking."

His lips found the place on your jaw where his fingers just were, and the feeling of him on you burned like molten lava, and you push your head back, giving him access to all of you. Your mind felt numb - a battle within itself as it was trying to come to terms with all the crushing emotions that were fighting for dominion over your thoughts and your soul, each one more devastating than the last - from the guilt that you knew would plague you for the rest of your life, that you didn’t think you’d ever be able to overcome, to the grief of losing your spirit sister, to confusion over what you were doing, over wondering if this was a mistake, to the sadness at Neteyam’s confession and the knowledge he loved you, and you pushed him away without meaning to, to earth-shattering anger at the realisation that this whole ordeal started over nothing and could have been solved if he only ever talked to you and finally, to the hatred that still blossomed, even after all this time, and finally, the desire, pure, unadulterated desire to have him, to be owned, to know what it feels like to be wholly his. You didn’t know which one would win, but you could only hope there’ll still be something left of you when the battle found its victor in the midst of all the chaos.

He was rough as he pushed you until you tipped backwards, but his caress was gentle as he caught you and made sure you weren't hurt as your body hit the damp, soft grass. When he spread your legs and kneeled in between them, you knew you whatever ounce of self-restraint you had was swiftly thrown out the window, and you knew the relief you'd get to feel once he was done with you would be worth the regret in the morning - at least, it felt so right now. His fingers dug into your thighs as they massaged upwards, from your shins to your hips, and when both his thumbs caressed the sensitive spot at the edge of your loincloth, your breath hitched in your throat, silently begging him for more, hoping he wouldn't make you say words out loud you could never take back.

As if he could hear your thoughts, he spoke, his hands stilling on the knot of your tewng.

"Tell me you want this. I need to know you want this, or I stop."

You hissed at him, conflicted beyond words and reason, because no, of course you didn't. But yes, you did. Of course you did.

"I hate you. I fucking hate you, Neteyam."

At your words, his hands dropped from your hips and in an instant, he was on top of you, his gaze stopping the breath in your lungs as he looked at you, his hand gripping your throat once more, the aggressive gesture at odds with the softness in his eyes and the way he was caressing your jaw in barely-there touches with his thumb.

"I hate you more. So much more. I still need an answer, yawne."

You stared daggers at him, and refused to talk, but as you wrapped your fingers around his cummerbund and pulled him in, until his lips met yours in a messy kiss of teeth and tongues, throbbing deep in you at the way he moaned in your mouth, you knew words were meaningless, and words couldn't convey the feelings that tormented you, anyway. You reached for his tewng and masterfully unwrapped it, feeling his cock spring free and slap against your abdomen, and the weight of it made you gasp, a smirk erupting from his face in response.

You needed him. You needed him to numb the pain the he created, that you created, you needed the emptiness that came from being filled to the brim, the fleeting peace that would come with the high that you knew he could provide, because it hurt. It all hurt, and you couldn't stand it. You reached your hand and wrapped your fingers around his length, your slick leaving a wet patch in the fabric, that was increasing in size by the second, just at the thought of how he'd feel stretching you out. He let out a small groan at the way you were caressing him, running your thumb over the slit, smearing the precum that was leaking, that you felt a sudden urge to taste.

"F-fuck!"

"Take off my tewng, Neteyam."

"For once in your life, you will not get to dictate how this goes."

Despite his words, he listened, and you winced at the weight of his body being lifted off you, instantly missing the contact and comfort it provided. But he wasn't gone long, as he removed your clothes, and you tried not too think of how good his gaze felt on you, how empowering the desire in his eyes as he took you in, how he had to lick his lips and swallow audibly, as if he was a starved man in a desert, and you were his fata morgana.

He took no time in attaching himself to you again, the thick head of his cock prodding at your entrance, and the velvety feel of him against your folds involuntarily makes you shut your eyes closed and your head push back, need heightening at the way he starts licking and sucking at your breast, leaving purple marks in the wake of his lips and tongue, that you want on every inch of you, that you wanted to cum on as he made your knees buckle and your vision spot.

His face finds a home in the crook of your neck as he slides inside you, taking his time to feel you, every inch of your walls, as they stretched to accommodate for his size, and it feels so good, too good, his cock in you, his tail around your thigh, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin, or gripping at your waist, his breath on your neck, his teeth sinking in you so he could stop himself from telling you all the confessions bubbling in his chest, all the ways it's all making sense to him now, that he's never hated you, he's just hated not having you, not being able to call you his. Still, as he bottoms out in you, he can't help some of them from spilling out, the dam of his heart slowly coming apart at the seams.

"It had to be someone who had no resemblance to you. It had to, Vi. Don't you understand? Because any time I looked at anyone, I saw you in them. Their eyes, or lips, their tanhì or stripes, even the smallest similarity killed me, reminded me how much I hate you, how much I want to, how much I don't. I've wanted to hate you so much, I tried so hard, but you were in every dream, in every fantasy, you haunted me my whole life."

You did understand. You understood too well. That's why you chose O'i'en. Because he was nothing like the Neteyam you came to know in the years you became an adult. Because his touch was warm and made you feel nothing. Because his eyes bore no resemblance to his, the glimmer of amber nothing like the green flickers that felt like were Eywa's inspiration for the forest that surrounded you; O'i'en's tanhì were scattered like light through the leaves and branches of the trees, unlike Neteyam's, which were like the star dust that created all life in the Universe, that shone brighter than any light post, that shone so brightly, they led you home every night when you were young.

The tears gathered in your eyes as he started a steady pace of his hips, conflicting feelings tugging at the string of your already broken and torn apart heart, whose heart beats felt dragging and echoing, different to the two sounds you were used to, instead pulsating three syllables throughout your whole body, enveloping you and taking over your mind, forcing you to come to terms with issues you thought you buried so deeply, you'd never have to see again.

I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you, I hate you....

I love you.

"Neteyam..."

"I know. You're doing so well for me. So well. Fuck, you feel so, so good."

You moan at his words, the desire bubbling inside of you quickly reaching heights you wouldn't mind falling from, being pushed from, so you could feel the euphoria that came along with falling, without having to worry about the inevitable crash that would follow, at least not right now.

"I can feel you squeezing me. Come for me, yawne. I need to feel you come all over my cock."

For the first time since he's called you that, the term of endearment didn't feel ironic or facetious, and for once in your life, you had no problem obeying his orders - when you came, you came violently, legs shaking and back arched, whimpers and moans pushing past your lips unrestrained, and the sounds made his cock twitch inside of you, his own orgasm so close he could taste it. He lets you ride your high fully before pulling out of you, thick ropes of iridescent cum painting your abdomen and chest, that, in your fucked out mind, you almost wish painted your still-throbbing walls instead.

You know all my dreams, you were one, so it seemed And I love you but with you, it's heartache I breathe You gave it your all, just with everything you took from me

It was almost... domestic, the way he was asleep peacefully next to you, his breath so steady and deep, and so relaxed, it almost sounded like purring, his strong, muscular arms holding you close as you lay on your back, looking at the stars, bright, blurry orbs through the distorted lens of your tears, that couldn't stop falling, no matter how much you willed them away. The crash did come eventually, in the few hours since, and it felt like it broke all your bones in the process.

"You and me, we're meant to rise and fall together."

Those words, that became the overarching theme of your relationship, words that you never realised when you spoke them as a child that you would both take so literally, rang in your ears like a broken record your mind could no longer turn off. You were right, all those years ago. Even back then, you knew. You and Neteyam did rise together. From children to adults, from pupils to teachers, from toy soldiers to hardened warriors, rose you did, until you were so high up, the air was thin and suffocating. But nothing compared to your penchant for falling. You fell hard, from grace, from cloud nine, for the other's other schemes and plots, for your own compulsions, obsessions and greedy desires, and mostly, for each other. Your relationship was fire and ice, it was everything and nothing all at once, a war you fought and a war you lost, a war in which innocents had to die and lives were lost, a war you were finally tired of.

You and Neteyam rose and fell together, over and over again, your whole lives. A twisted carousel that wouldn't stop until one of you jumped off it, and with Oare's death, and the shame that followed it, you finally realised it had to be you.

In the early hours of the morning, after a quick wash in the cold lake, you found your way back to the village and straight to the Tsa'hik's tent. You were happy to see her, and nervous to talk, but you knew the quicker you got it out, the quicker it would be over. So with a deep breath, you spoke your piece, and hoped she'd listen.

“Ma Tsa’hik. I’m here to ask you to let me out of this arrangement. Please. I can’t do this, not with Neteyam. I’m done.”

Oh, my love Is this the end for us? Maybe we've had enough

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cpunkhobie · 1 year

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I LOVEEE how with each iteration splinter has slowly gotten less and less sensei and more and more dad . Look at him. Look at this fucking guy and tell me that he does not love his sons so fucking much and that he loves and cares for them all equally and tell me he is not a good fucking dad

This guy taught his kids NOOOO fucking ninja skills except for maybe the bare minimum to keep them safe and alive and i stand by that. He was too busy wearing a pink apron and making lunches and playing monopoly and finding donnie a pair of glasses 2 give a fuck abt being a sensei or a master or yadda yadda.

#jonah with a megaphone #tmnt fans will rlly analyze a #movie that isn't even out yet and be like 'yeah seems like good dad material'#although what I think I'm most looking forward to in this universe is splinter being a person not a stereotype. I think that's gonna make me #rlly happy. I feel like I'm gonna see my own dad in this splinter and I think that's what's making me happiest the most #rise tag #tmntmm

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frankenkyle19 · 1 year

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“Not…. Stupid”

From the beginning, Kyle had taken to you. From the second he was brought to the house, he was with you 24/7. He trusted you, knew that you of all people would never ever hurt him. It hurt you to see him struggle to communicate and voice his struggles, hurt you to see the emptiness in his eyes which you knew used to hold so much. He was a bright boy who had so much potential, had a plan mapped out for his life. He was going to be successful, but the awful tragedy that took his life decided differently.

He had begun to get better at speaking, but still spoke in broken sentences, much like a toddler. So there you two sat one day, hand drawn flash cards in hand as you began to teach Kyle more complicated words and phrases, since he’d taken so well to the simple ones you had taught him.

You’d gotten to the phrase ‘I feel…’ and were teaching Kyle different words to add to it to express to others how he was feeling. He had started off by saying “I feel… t-tireddd.” His words were slow and drawn together, but still you praised him for his effort. This continued for a while as he used different words.

“I feel bo-bored.”

“I feel up-upsssset.”

But the last one was what really broke your heart.

“I feel stupiddd.”

Your brows furrowed as you watched him, his own doe brown eyes looking right back at you, almost emotionless. Unwavering in their gaze. “Kyle, you aren’t stupid..” you whispered “you’re not stupid, okay? You’re so smart, you just need to keep working.” You put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently.

Your heart broke for the reanimated boy before you. Sometimes, you wished, for his sake, that he had stayed dead. Couldn’t help but feel that maybe keeping him alive was foolish, that he was just suffering and just couldn’t explain it to anyone. You tried not to think like that.

You opened your arms for Kyle and he slowly shifted to lean against you, a single tear rolling down his cheek. “S-stupiddd.”

“Kyle, you are not stupid. You aren’t. Okay? Tell me. Say it. Say ‘I’m not stupid’”

Kyle frowned. He didn’t want to, but he always wanted to please you. So, he opened his mouth to begin to form the words on his tongue “n-not- s-stupid.” He whispered. Even if he didn’t belive it, you still wanted him to say it. He’d know eventually.

“You’re not stupid Kyle, never have been, never ever will.” You hugged the boy tightly and ran your hand through his soft blonde curls, earning a contented sigh from him. Physical touch was an iffy subject for Kyle after what his mother had done to him, but any from you was always accepted, encouraged really. He loved being close to you, being loved by you. It was one of the only things that made him feel..alive again.

You two stayed like that for a while as you rocked him back and forth, lulling him into a relaxed state as you held him close to you. As long as you were here and breathing, you would prove to Kyle that he wasn’t stupid, that he was deserving of love and happiness. As long as you were breathing, he’d never have to be afraid ever again. You’d always protect him.

A softly mumbled, almost incoherent word left the tired boy’s lips. It was so fast and quiet that you almost didn’t catch it, but there it was, the four letter word that Kyle had never spoken once since you’d met him.

“Loveee.”

Your heart jumped a bit as you thought over his word. The word he had learned completely by himself. You had never taught him that word, that was something he figured out by himself. Proof. Proof that he was improving, that he was getting better. That maybe, there was a chance.

Who knew that a frat boy turned zombie would have been the one to steal your heart? Certainly not you. You held him close, unsure if you ever wanted to let him go.

“I love you too Kyle.”

#kyle spencer #american horror coven #american horror story #ahs fandom #ahs coven #ahs Kyle Spencer #evan peters #evan peters icons #ahs fanfic #fluff #ahs fluff #hurt/comfort

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x-liv25-jamieswife · 29 days

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can I req some Grayson and Avery hcs (them as friends ofc bcs we stan Avery Jameson)

grayson and avery (as friends) head canons

of course! i've been wanting to make head canons for them as friends ever since i finished the book but never got the courage. hope you like these<3. as always, if anyone has requests, i'd be more than happy to do them! (i have insomnia and do some of these when i can't sleep, so i have plenty of time. this also means you'll probably find spelling mistakes but eh). i might make a part two cause i loveee their friendship.

this one was in my avery hcs but i love it sm, i'm going to include it here too: avery loves taking pictures of nature, and, bc grayson loves it too, they have a shared aesthetic insta account where they post all their pics.

grayson buys her clothes he thinks she would like when he's out shopping for himself.

he always buys her coffee when he's out to bring home to her bc 1. she overworks herself and needs energy and 2. she lovessss coffee (like me :))

he taught her how to play the piano bc her mom used to love listening to the piano and she wanted to learn how to play

sometimes they'll just work together while listening to music

avery's the reason grayson confessed to lyra. she sat down and had a long talk with him about how not everyone was out to hurt him. she told him that if she actually hated him, she would've left by now (gray is convinced everyone ends up leaving him so.. obvi he'd be scared to confess. avery had to convince him otherwise)

gray felt guilty his father kidnapped her, and wanted her to feel safe so he installed reallyyy sturdy locks on her door that are literally impenetrable

grayson has an account dedicated to the photos he takes of people. he loves taking pics of avery (and the others, he's not still crushing on her) and posting them there. there are literally never any captions, he has no bio, and it's extremely hard to find (avery found it tho and told xander about it)

he knows she loves murder mysteries so when he goes out, he buys her some and places them on her bed when he comes home.

avery doesn't like that he overworks himself (hypocrite bc she does the same) so sometimes she'll steal some of his important assignments and do them for him.

gray had a ratty old chair at his desk that was actually quite painful to sit on. he didn't tell anyone and was too lazy to buy himself one, but avery noticed he was stiff and knew the chair was the problem (how? idk). she bought him a new one.

gray thinks avery gives the bestttt hugs so, whenever he feels down, he'll ask for a hug (he lovessss hugs sm). after a while, he stops asking for permission and just hugs her.

avery also loves hugs (she didn't receive many as a child, only her mom gave her some). jameson knows bc yk they're dating so he hugs her all the time, but she also told grayson and he always hugs her goodbye at night before bed.

once, grayson and avery were doing an interview regarding the foundation (cause in tfg, it was revealed he works there), and the interviewer started asking really personal questions about avery's relationship with jameson (he also told her she looked hot cause he's a creep). avery was told by alisa to not say anything in order to not get cancelled (cause she could totally defend herself. she's a girlboss, she doesn't need a man to do it for her). grayson stood up, grabbed avery, said the nastiest things to the guy, and left. avery was really uncomfortable after the whole fiasco and had a panic attack. grayson hugged her through it.

avery loves sushi (i mentioned this in my avery hc post) so when the foundation is holding a meeting, grayson will bring her some and they'll share it

vogue once requested they do a photoshoot together. fans thought they looked so hot (not together tho but individually, averyjameson stans rise)

every year, on avery's mother's death anniversary, grayson buys her flowers to cheer her up

sometimes she asks gray for relationship advice regarding jamie (he always helps)

i mentioned this in my jamie/gray hc post (i believe), but grayson loves taking pics of avery and giving them to jamie

grayson feels most comforable venting to avery about his issues bc he feels like she really truly listens without immediately trying to give him advice (he likes talking to nash too for the same reason)

gray is always telling avery all of jamie's secrets

in another post, i said he'd be averyjameson's wedding photographer, in another (or the same one) he would be jamie's best man, but i also think he could be the officiator (multitasking king)

gray and avery go on walks together to get pics for their shared insta account i mentioned earlier

whenever gray feels like taking about emily (extremely rare), he goes to avery cause she didn't know her and wouldn't be afraid to point out all of her shit (gray appreciates that she states what's on her mind. he doesn't like when people lie, or keep the truth from him)

gray books her spa appointments for her to actually take a moment and take care of herself

gray loves hearing about her life before she inherited the money (he admires her strength)

whenever someone is mean to xander, grayson and avery (and max) absolutely destroy them (honestly the entire family does, no one hurts xander and gets away with it)

speaking of the spa appointment for avery, sometimes he joins her

grayson loves skincare and introduced it to her properly. they now sometimes do it together.

avery gives gray relationship advice (this dude is afraid of ruinning everything so he runs to her at any minor inconvenience)

sometimes avery falls asleep in their shared office (they have one to discuss things about the foundation) and gray brings her a blanket (sometimes he calls jamie to carry her to their bedroom)

grayson loves to talk about the romance books he reads to her.

#i wish emily would come back to life just so i could kill her myself. who wants to join me?#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #maxine liu #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne #jameson hawthorne

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hanmasghost · 2 years

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Takemichi with a big brother?? tysm in advance! ^^

“Takemichi has a big brother?”

400 Special

Authors Note:

I love this! I had so many ideas omg omg! Thank you for requesting^^ I just decided to go with funny instead of the many angst ideas I had

Pronouns: He/Him

Warning(s): ends with awkwardness(cause why not?)

HCs

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❥ I don’t know about you but me personally? I’d mess up his hair 24/7

- He hates it but you don’t care because it looks better down

❥ Stop calling him your “pretty little brother” it’s weird

- No

❥ He laughs at how you will watch romance movies and cry more than him on a daily basis

- Okay but why do you cry over romance movies but giggle your ass off watching horror?!

❥ Loves that he comes home to pizza

- Sometimes it’s store bought, sometime homemade, other times it’s delivered

- Either way he likes it

❥ Also loves it when you make dinner with him instead

- He makes sure to be home at [specific time] just so he make dinner with you

- As much as he loves pizza he really likes these moments

❥ Probably slipped up and told you he’s a time leaper

- Was hella confused when you just went “aight bet, just know if ya need to vent about it tho, no matter what time line you go to you can come to me yeah?”

- Like, yeah he really needed that but goddamn, you were just so straight out with it and chill!

- It made him cry

❥ You have all his friends numbers

- Mainly just so you can keep an eye on Takemichi and make sure he doesn’t get his ass in trouble

- You’re now the kids therapist, brother figure, and their personal “get out of trouble card”

- Takuya and Akkun always send you pictures of funny faces Takemichi makes

- Makoto texts you when he feels anxious about something, you don’t like his dad

- Yamagishi usually just tells you stories at like 2am, which are surprisingly interesting

❥ You taught Takemichi how to use makeup

- Mainly cause he gets insecure about his bruises and acne(scars) or whatever and you just wanted to help him feel better

- Told him his face was beautiful/handsome either way but if he wanted to use make up to cover up the things he didn’t like you weren’t gonna stop him it’s his choice afterall not yours

- That was early middle school, he actually doesn’t find it all that bad anymore but he’ll still put some on sometimes, it makes him feel pretty

- Appreciates that you taught him cause now he, Hina, Hakkai, Yazuha, and Mitsuya have something to bond over and do together (Invites you to their sleep overs and y’all do makeup all night now)

❥ He’s thankful that you’ve always been supportive of him, your support has carried him throughout many tough times

- Especially when he was younger and his dream was to be a big time delinquent

- Cause now jumping through timelines and living out that childhood dream can be hard sometimes and just remembering the supportive words and cheering he got from you years ago makes him feel just a bit more confident

⌦ .｡.:*♡

“Mikey! You’re gonna loveee my big brother” Takemichi drew out as he was practically dragging Mikey… who was dragging Draken behind them.

Mikey stops, Draken winds up bumping into him, almost tripping. Takemichi still trying to walk ahead unable to, as he’s holding Mikey’s hand.

Turning around and giving Mikey a questioning look Takemichi goes to ask why the short blond stopped, only to get interrupted by the boy.

“Draken? Takemitchi has a brother?”

Draken shrugged “don’t look at me., I didn’t know.”

“Yes.. I do.. anyways! I asked Ani to make Doroyaki for you guys, and I don’t wanna keep him waiting!” Takemichi said as he tried dragging the two boys again.

“Did you say Doroyaki?! Than let’s not keep the man waiting! Hehehe!” Mikey giggled as he sped past Takemichi and was now the one who was doing all the dragging.

“Look at what you did Takemitchi!” Draken shouted as he tried to keep up with the midget who held a death like grip on his hand.

“Ahahaha- sorry Draken-Kun!” Takemichi apologized as he tried not to cry from Mikey’s grip of death while trying to keep up with the male.

┊┊❁ུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ °

“That kid has a stomach of steel…” You said as you watched the short blond across your dinning room table much through the two batches of Doroyaki you made for Takemichi to share with his other friends.

“At least he’s gonna be asleep for awhile afterwards? Heheh-“ Draken shot Takemichi a glare, knowing that he’s gonna have to be the one to carry the soon to be sleeping blond.

“Right!” You laughed.

“Anyways! I made watermelon jelly if you two boys would like that. Maybe bring some to your other friends too? I made a lot.” You opened the fridge to show the other two conscious males the many, many jars of jelly.

“Jesus!” Takemichi stared with eyes wide as plates as he looked at the many little jars of pink peach coloured jelly

Draken, being the kind soul he is, offered to share with some of the division captains.

“Really? Thanks a lot dude. Tell me if they want more, cause uh.. there may or may not be more in the garage fridges… heheh..” you scratched your neck nervously.

Draken sweat dropped “I’ll be sure to let them know..”

“{Reader}… that’s a little concerning- how many people did you even make this stuff for?”

You glanced to the side and started to sweat.

“Uh- oh hey! Mikey is asleep, I’ll get some boxes for the jelly then head to work haha..” you said as you searched the walk in cupboard for some small boxes to put the jars of jelly into.

Draken looked over at Mikey and realized that the blond was indeed asleep and sighed, crying inside as he mentally prepared himself for the future back pain.

“Uhh… {Reader}? You work a night shift Monday through Friday.” Takemichi pointed out awkwardly.

“And?” You asked as you walked out of the walk in cupboard with a few boxes in hand as you started to put the jars of jelly inside them.

“It’s noon.. and a Saturday.”

“Ahaha…”

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x male reader #tokyo rev x reader #takemichi x reader #takemichi x male reader

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chemtrailsovertheccs · 8 months

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carl grimes short imagines + headcanons

fall themed!🍂

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• Not so long ago, Carl used to have many sleeping issues, such as not being able to sleep more than 3 hours per night, due to the uncontrollable need to be awake just in case anyone needed his help. That changed effortlessly thanks to your help and how safe you made him feel. He used to sleep in normal day clothes because who knows when he would’ve needed to wake up fast and run. Now, he loves to sleep in his underwear and grandpa sweaters. Those big brown and orange comfy sweaters.

“they’re SO itchy how the fuck do you keep these on?”

“what do you mean??? they’re so comfy and warm?”

• You two are often outside the walls with others, looking for firewood because the chilly weather requires a place to stay warm in. You both take your time and enjoy the view; the beautiful fall forest with its falling leaves and its chilly breeze. You two wander around and your holding into his arm laughing about how you’ve been outside for a few hours and you still haven’t picked up a single piece of wood.

“look at those squirrels, they’re literally us”

“they’re in love and they have 2 baby squirrels at home they need to feed”

“do you think judith would eat these acorns?”

• You have always had a special liking for candles. Big ones, scented ones, unscented ones, tall ones, small ones, tea candles. Any kind honestly, in the apocalypse I wouldn’t go asking for specific scents or sizes, anything is okay. Carl knew this, he knows you like the palm of his hand. Once he found a box at the back of a closet in a house he entered when on a run, it was filled with candles. He grabbed all of them and put them in his backpack.

“I have something for you, my loveee”

“you planned on making me cry today didn’t you”

• Pumpkins take about 4 months to fully grow, and you somehow knew that. In what you were told was early summer, you had told Carl that you would love to grow pumpkins for fall and how this was the perfect time to start so you could enjoy them when the spooky season arrived. For carving & helping Carol to make pumpkin cookies out of them!

“I have this tiny bag of pumpkin seeds do you think they’ll grow?”

“we will find out”

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headcanons! very real (not fall themed)

- Very obvious his love language is physical touch oh great heavens. Hand/arm holding, hugging, cuddling, legs touching under the table, anything fr. AND he doesn’t care if anyone notices, that’s even better! He loves to let everyone know you’re very much in love and very much marrying eachother.

- As I said, PDA (public display of affection) doesn’t bother him in the slightest. He kisses you, hugs you, holds you around people, but there is an exception, and that would be when his dad is around, (because even though everyone likes to harmlessly joke about the youngest couple that looks like they’ve been married for 50+ years and still love eachother like the first day) Rick is his father so everything is 200% more embarrassing.

- We all know Michonne is his best friend, and he loves to talk to her about you. And she loves listening! Doesn’t matter if it is about explaining to her why he loves you so much or how pretty he thinks you are or if you two had an argument and he needs Michonne’s help because he’s very sad that you two argued.

- Going back to the holding hands thing. CAN YOU TELL I LOVE HOLDING HANDS anyway his hands aren’t soft! his hands are rough and calloused and harsh BECAUSE WE’RE IN THE APOCALYPSE and that’s okay!!! you love his hands and it doesn’t matter that they’re not perfect.

- He knows how to braid hair!! Trust me he’s the best at braiding hair now that you taught him how, he braids your hair all the time and Judith’s too, even though hers is shorter.

- He loves to talk to you about anything really, but he absolutely adores to talk to you about his comics and ask you to read his favorites so you can discuss about what your favorite characters are.

- He used to go outside the walls all the time, like after any inconvenience (not necessarily involving you) he would climb up those walls and disappear for a while which you HIGHLY disliked because what the fuck Carl I love you don’t go get killed?? anyway he stopped doing it by himself and started going with you but then realized, hey what a waste of energy we should use the goddamn gate! so now you two went on runs whenever Alexandria ran low on something. Cool because people actually knew that you were outside so they would come looking for you if y’all didn’t show up.

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hope you enjoyed 🤎 feel free to send requests

#carl grimes x reader #carl grimes headcanons #carl grimes #carl grimes twd #carl grimes imagines #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes oneshot #the walking dead

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Piers and/or Raihan for the character ask

ooo thank u for the ask, and i’ll do both since i’m a chronic talker! like the last one, i’ll only do questions i feel like i can answer (or understand the prompt lol)

raihan first!🐉

why i like them: i have been drawn to dragon trainers ever since playing hgss so of course i love this man. also absolutely love his cocky attitude, i think he has such an alluring personality. on a real note he’s so fine he gets me blushing lol oh and his lil tooth that sticks out :33

why i don’t: epitome of every gimmick i hate in battles LOL absolutely hate double battles and hate weather affects even more.

fave episode/movie: didn’t watch the anime after johto and definitely didn’t watch journeys so … no answer and i don’t feel like he appears enough in twilight wings to give an answer lol I’m gonna go with the microsecond he was in gotcha lol

fave line: “i look this good even when i lose. it’s a real curse” oh absolutely sir 🫡

fave outfit: absolutely love his normal ingame outfit purely because of the the incorporation of lances hgss outfit ahhhh. gamefreak needs to sell clothing items of famous trainers because i need that man’s hoodie. also love his black and white suit in masters so niceee and classy

otp: multishipper!!! so my first ship was raihan and leon - which i still really enjoy but my all time fave is raihan and piers 🖤🧡 they have rotted my brain so badly

brotp: sonia and raihan. like how he calls her miss clever clogs. i wanna be around to witness their leon gossip sessions lol. hc but i love the idea of them growing up in the gym challenge together and sonia always finding raihan super hilarious while her best friend nessa thought he was so full of himself lol. honestly i think he’s just super popular and social so gets along with every gym leader pretty well

headcanon: talked about this briefly in my tags, but a very special hc to me is that all dragon trainers come from a singular clan before splitting apart where they now live in the different regions. lance and raihan are cousins and are considered the most esteemed and powerful trainers in their clan and have had a friendly rivalry since being kids. despite bickering due their completely different attitudes and outlooks on life and what it means to be a dragon trainer, they also bring out positives in eachother. lance made raihan appreciate the culture of their clan more (which in turn helped him appreciate his vault job even more) and raihan taught lance how to loosen up and not feel so pressured by the very strict johto branch of dragon trainers. oh and he’s also great with kids and kids love him for how goofy he can be lol

wish: definitely wish we saw more of the gentle side of him that’s hinted to be there both via the game and anime.

my nickname for them: rai-rai🥺 ever since seeing that piers calls him that in the manga. fuels my shipping brain and overall just a super cute name

piers 🦨

why i like them: omg. my all time favourite gym leader and in my top 3 galar characters. love that they fed into the concept of alt people being teddy bears despite outwards appearances, reminds me of alot of people i knew growing up in the scene myself. loveee how protective he is of marnie and in general how much he loves his hometown and people around him. just an absolute sweetie 😭

why i dont: actually cant think of one reason or element i dont like, perfect character imo!!! is it basic to say the scene of him singing with no background vocals? why do him like that😭😭😭

fave episode/movie: same answer as raihans but seeing that one microsecond in twilight wings of him saying he doesn’t do encores changed me as a person lmao

fave line: this whole interaction always gets me lmao

fave outfit: not even a canon outfit but i see so much fanart of him without his jacket on and i vibe heavy with that lol

otp: kbnz everydayyy, despite minimal interactions (lol the shippers struggle) every interaction he had with raihan had insane undertones it got me feeling like i shouldn’t of been watching lmao (to be a fly on the wall tho LOL).

brotp: piers and …. sonia too lol (this girl needs more friends!!!). really loved them with hop + the player in post game and think stressed and overwhelmed sonia could benefit from calm and collected piers… so cute. i’m so attracted to the opposites attract trope, both platonically and/or romantically and they fit that perfectly lol

headcanon: while always on the more reserved side, i love the idea of younger gym challengers piers being more boisterous (in his own way) and loved the party and gig scene in early spikemuth* - much to the suprise of those who only know him in his adult years. however, when the responsibility of raising marnie came into the picture, he relaxed quite a lot and now his old man tendencies tend to come out even with his fully adult friends and in his relationship. he’s the first people come to when they need advice cause despite being overly cautious and a worry-wart when it comes to marnie, he is quite grounded which comforts a lot of people. what a sweetie!

*purely based off the quote “times like this—when tension and passion run high—remind me of spikemuth in the old days. some right wild concerts we had back then. but no encores!"

my nickname: not mine but i hc everyone around him especially raihan call him piersy. definitely gets under his skin but kinda just accepts it now lol

#LONG POST I’m sorry #asks #hc #raihan pokemon #piers pokemon #swsh

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i LOVEEE ur spotty and the last ask made me think of it; whats *spottedleafs* thoughts on the tbp medcats? sorry for making it abt her, i just cant get her out of my head since shes so silly!!!

Runningnose: "ThunderClan medics are insufferable, they're always in everyone's buisin-"

Spottedleaf: "Oh hey are we talking about me again :D ?"

ShadowClan: Yellowfang, Runningnose

Runny thinks that Spotty is onto his schemes. She DOES notice that he's oddly interested in poisons and treatments that went awry, but what she's really picking up on is how Yellow and Runny do not like each other.

She was into the gossip before she noticed anything nefarious.

Spotty is as friendly as always towards Runny in spite of his guarded nature, but it's Yellowfang who she really gets along with. Their personalities just mesh. Yellow is snarky and mean-humored, and Spotty never takes anything personally while adoring the macabre.

She got her leeches from Yellow, years ago, as an offhanded exchange like, "We use leeches for joint pain. The bastards breed like rabbits. Want some? You'd be saving them from the grillstone."

WindClan: Barkface

She really likes him, he's super friendly and wise. He's a stickler for rules though, so Featherwhisker taught her to be careful about what she says around him.

Asking him for advice is almost always the first step. If the living medics can't give her the answer, she will invoke StarClan instead.

RiverClan: Brambleberry, Mudfur

She actually doesn't like Brambleberry very much... something about her is very... fake. Like she wants to say a lot more than she actually does. It is a curiosity that itches, Spotty doesn't like not knowing things.

But she guesses it has to do with Mudfur, who she thinks is surprising to see as a medicine cat. It's fascinating to her that he could be a Cleric and also be raising a kitten at the same time. She thinks RiverClan's devotion to the Queen’s Rights are admirable; it's a beautiful thing that they care so deeply about kitten wellbeing.

#Bonefall Spottedleaf #Bonefall Rewrite #She would have liked having kits of her own #But in being forced to choose between romance and family or the medicine den she picked medicine without hesitation #If it weren't for the Vow she probably would have had kittens with Tigerclaw. She really liked him.#And he really liked her #Would it have worked out? No lmao nothing could have stopped Tigerclaw except any of the intergenerational ripples that formed him #But still. Before he started killing for power she liked him a lot.

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Can u do a Steve x Henderson! Reader where maybe she’s getting bullied at school (he’s graduated) and is feeling really sad, and insecure feeling like she doesn’t Deserve Steve. He comforts her, and then while they’re cuddling Dustin walks in and doesn’t know they’re dating? Just fluff and some hurt/comfort

Ty!! <33

you're so welcome! ty for requesting, my writing isn't the best but i enjoyed writing for you!! :3

steve harrington x fem!henderson! reader

you spent most of your school days in the library where you could think, or rather— for some peace and quiet. you rarely spoke and inserted yourself into things, but people still found a way to pick on you and tease you in the most embarrassing ways possible. if it wasn't some jealous girl bringing up how you managed to pull steve harrington of ALL people in hawkins high, they were talking about your weight or overall apperance. sometimes the words would really get to you, and you were slowly starting to believe them.

others times, you wanted to snap and just yell "maybe steve loves me for me! did you lot ever think about that?!" but you weren't that bold. you never have been.

the table you were currently sitting at had no other people around it except you. the table across from it was full of rude, asshole kids who always happened to pick on you at the worst possible times.

spitballs and crumpled up paper was thrown at your head as you shakily tried to continue reading stephen king's misery. to no avail, the spitballs and paper would not stop coming. you contemplated telling the librarian but deep down you knew she wouldn't do jack shit about it. one of the girls who bullied you relentlessly father was a well renowned lawyer. people knew not to fuck with the bowen family.

you rolled your eyes at the thought and quickly closed your book, grabbing your backpack and purse and speed walking to the doors, out of the library. not before loudly overhearing "she's such a loser. why did steve harrington choose her out of all people?" followed along by a bunch of snickers and giggles. that made you stop dead in your tracks, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes as you quickly tried to wipe them away and fan your face before anybody could see or notice. you got yourself together, straighting out your shirt and quickly heading for the nearest exit, not wanting to be at hawkins high a moment longer.

jogging to your car, you slammed the door and rested your head against the steering wheel. starting on the breathing techniques steve taught you, you slowly got your bearings and cranked your car up, pulling out of the hawkins students parking lot.

your first instinct was to go see steve at family video store and that's exactly where you started to head to. michael jackson's 'human nature' played softly in the background and you bobbed your head to the beat of the music. driving and listening to music was freeing to you, it was therapeutic. stopping at a redlight, you thought about steve and how he was doing. maybe he didn't want to see you? that thought always gnawed away at your thoughts, you often times found yourself doubting his love for you. you shook your head and continued driving, pulling into family video a few minutes later.

you stayed in your car for a few minutes before finally saying fuck it and getting out. walking into the store with a lopsided grin on your face, you saw robin rewinding a movie looking as pretty as ever. you skipped up to the register and with an obnoxious singsong voice said "oh robbieeee, robbie my loveee".

robin stopped what she was doing and looked at you, bursting out into a fit of giggles. you started giggling right along with her. robin was like a bestfriend to you, she was there for you when nobody else was, and you and steve were the only people who knew that she liked girls. her secret was safe with the both of you. always.

clutching your stomach, your giggles finally started to cease. starting to look at some movies, you asked "so rob, where's steve? i need to talk to him."

robin pointed over her shoulder and replied "he's in the back, he gets off in like 5 minutes actually. have fun kiddos!". you rolled your eyes at her and giggled, poking her in the side.

making your way to the back your hands started to sweat. you never knew why you got so nervous, you and steve have been dating for a few months now but he still made you as nervous as you were on you guys' first date. walking in, steve opened his arms for a hug and you gladly jumped into them. holding on for dear life.

you mumbled into his shirt "i missed you so fucking much." you started to rub soothing circles up and down his back. steve kissed the top of your head and muttered a sweet "i missed you more". your heart fluttered, god this man was going to be the death of you.

breaking apart from each other you grabbed steve's hand and started to walk to the family video doors, "cmon baby your shift is over. lets go to my place and watch a movie." you felt steve's grip on your hand tighten as you waved goodbye to robin and pushed open the doors, leading steve out.

going to your car, you asked steve if he wanted to drive his car or get in yours. he replied with "yours baby, ill call robin from your house and tell her to take herself home. she can come pick me up tomorrow at my place, yada yada."

you giggled at his antics and let go of his hand moving to get in the drivers seat.

"buckle up baby, im about to turn on metallica and you know how i get when i listen to them." steve laughed at your antics, and good god was that a beautiful sound. you smiled and turned on the metallica master of puppets, driving off to your house.

arriving at your household was almost always funny because mrs.henderson peppered steve in hugs and asked him to be a food tester for her. you loved your mom but boy was she nuts sometimes. laughing at steve and your mom, you headed off to your room kicking off your boots.

you grew impatient of waiting for steve, causing you to yell out "stevee come on im ready to watch the movie! you can pick!"

hearing feet padding to your door, you looked up and saw steve walking towards your bed. sitting down on it. you got up and closed the door, grabbing the tapes on your dresser and handing them to steve. while steve looked through them, steve decided to make small talk. "so how was your day at school y/n/n?".

you huffed and fell out against your bed, resting your foot on his lap. he started to message your ankle. you let out a soft moan and leaned up to kiss him, earning a cute smile from him.

"it was fucking awful. you know the girls at school are still head over heels for the 'fallen king steve' and they hate my guts. they make me feel like shit and sometimes i wonder why did you even pick me out of all girls in the school, especially little miss perfect nancy wheeler." you sat up from your position and looked at steve as tears started to pool in your eyes. "steve do you even really love me?" the tears were flowing freely down your cheeks now and steve reached over to wipe them off of your face. you sniffled.

"y/n thats a crazy question! of course i love you, you mean everything to me. i didnt pick nancy, because i wanted YOU. you'll always be my number one. dont let those shit heads at school have you having second thoughts about me. i love you and i always will, okay?" steve turned around from his position and placed you on his lap, hugging you close. you wiped the rest of your tears and kissed his cheek.

"and i love you too, im sorry stevie but i just get doubts sometimes and i start to believe those assholes. i wont let their bullshit get to me anymore, i promise." you smiled into his shoulder and climbed off of his lap, sniffing your tears up and clapping your hands "so! which movie did you pick babe?"

steve gave you a dopey smile "the shining".

you rolled your eyes and whined "but steveee we watched that so many times! pick something else."

he laughed at your mini tantrum. "aht aht aht, you said i could pick! now cmere so we can cuddle babe."

you walked over to your bed and sat down at the top of it, not before putting in the shining and starting it, you gestured for him to lay beside you.

peppering kisses all over his face, you quietly said "you're lucky i love you pretty boy, im sick of this movie."

steve just laughed and scooted impossibly closer to you.

"yeah yeah whatever y/n/n."

smiling you heard footsteps coming close to your door, shooting up and pushing steve away a little you saw your little brother dustin at the now wide open door with a shocked expression on his face.

"get out dustin! jesus knock next time!" you threw your pillow at him and he dodged it.

"woah steve i didn't know you were basically banging my sister! ew!"

steve laughed as you got up and pushed dustin out of your room, not before hugging him tight and ruffling his curls.

you loved moments like these the most.

you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with him. cuddled up just like this.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things #f4e writes #the fruity four #robin buckley #v #viral #stranger things x reader #this is my first time posting please be nice yall #steve the hair harrington #robin buckley x reader #dustin henderson #the henderson family #i love steve harrington #he's just so beautiful shut up #joe keery

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nateggi · 4 months

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ok i think i’ve posted enough to do this

HIIIII intro post !!!!!

i am NATE but you can just call me nat :) i am 17 years old and go by they/them pronouns !

i’ve been a self taught artist for the past ~11 years. i mainly draw my personal ocs (which you can see on my insta) however i’ve made this blog specifically for fan art, which is why i may not post much.

i LOVEEE:

Dr Stone

Bang Dream/Bandori

Shopkin Shoppies

..but ! i also enjoy other stuff like the Super Sons (DC) and C-Novels (TGCF/SVSSS/JWQS/MISVIL). And much more ofc ! however i just don’t draw much fan art ;(

feel free to request art in my ask box !! it may take me a bit to get to it, or i don’t do it at all but it’s worth a shot ^^ !

and if it wasn’t clear;

i really like kokoro tsurumaki !!!!!!!!

#text #intro post

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Day 4 - What would be your ideas for Sigyn Marvel Comic Reboot?

Like everyone else on here, one where Sigyn isn't a tragic abused wife as some modern media just loveees to turn her into because Loki is a villan! And those people can't love their wives nooo../s 🙄

I want her strong sides to be shown and for her character to develop more than to just be Loki's wife and that's about it! I want to see her relationships and I especially want Narfi and Vali to also have some more greater purpose in media, which is what I've included here!

So here are some of my ideas written into quite the story, because this way is easier to me! Sorry it's long, truly didn't intend it.

Sigyn is of high status, herself being a princess, but of Vanaheim and the daughter of Freya. Her father is secretly Iwaldi, a dwarf and a very talented blacksmith.

Freya had slept with him to insure she'd have an heir, resulting in a few daughters, who she'd love unconditionally despite hoping for a son. To one day over the throne!

Nanna, Idunn, Syn, Snotra, Var, Sigyn, Sjofn and Lofn were their names respectfully.

But this whole time Freya was actually married to the mysterious god named Odr, but who had neglected her love and would rather focus on traveling the realms than to be with her.

Freya only kept the marriage going for appearance and an old alliances sake.

She didn't care much for Odr because of his lack of interest and instead herself, focused on raising her daughters and kingdom.

A kingdom that would later be put in danger when Asgard threatens with war, after a failed attempt to make an alliance between the two, when Freya refused to share their magical powers with them!

Something the vanir people were very known for.

Freya tries her best to manage and sends her daughters, who were old enough to understand what was going on, to her brother Freyrs realm in alfheim.

There the girls were taught by their uncle and his partner Gerdr everything Freya herself had hoped to guide them through, womanhood.

Meanwhile the queen had to fight against Asgard's army, loosing many warriors in the process and eventually having to give up. Afraid she would loose more of her people!

At this point in time Sigyn and her sisters had grown into adulthood and as a peace offering, Odin forces Freya to make the difficult decision in promising to have some of her daughters get married to the Aesir.

Thinking that, through marriage and the offsprings they'd have, surely Freya wouldn't be able to keep the vanir's magic away from him. But she had plans up her sleeves.

Nanna was the first to marry, ending up with Odin's son Baldr and later having a son named Forseti. The only issue being that Nanna wasn't a sourseress and Freya had lied to Odin.

Resulting in Idunn being the next one to marry, who was actually a sorceress. She gets married to Odin's son Bragi and sadly the aesir were able to obtain Idunn's golden apples of immortality for their own gain, as her domain was over youth.

Because Idunn had acctually trusted the aesir and Odin had used her, she refused to try for children and her husband, Bragi loving her dearly respects that not wanting to try despite his fathers encouragements. That led the hopeful all-father to be enraged.

Feeling humiliated to be tricked by Freya the first time and now having to face stubborness, Odin instead chooses to give away Freya's remaining daughters to his most prized guards, instead of his sons.

One being a brave and young solider named Theoric, who Sigyn was soon to marry.

Sigyn was very much like her father, a hard worker with muscles of steel! She was passionate when it came to fighting techniques rather than magical skills.

So when Odin demanded that she and the rest of her sisters, who were not already sorceresses to join his wife Frigga's court and learn it, Sigyn was quite offended by it.

She wanted to become a Valkyrie more than anything, knowing that those positions were possible to join, but Odin refused to hear her out. Things only got worse when a certain prince started to play tricks on her as his adoptive mother taught the young ladies magic. It was Loki, the trickster god!

Sigyn never knew why she out of everyone in Frigga's court had to be the target. When little did she know Loki was very much intrigued by her, in all the ways.

They'd started off as enemies at first, like most because of Loki's behavior. But eventually through bonding over their strange family drama and similar lives, became pretty good friends!

Sadly, Loki had developed feelings for Sigyn, knowing from the very begging she would be eventually married off to Theoric. So he decided to not confess his feelings and instead ran off from Asgard.

Sigyn was understandably very confused and upset over her only friends disappearance and this actually affected her marriage, but decided to give Theoric a chance either way and bond like she had with Loki.

Apparently it payed off quite a bit as being a respected solider did not only get Sigyn place with the Valkyries but her and Theoric had something I'm common!!

So far life was getting better again and Sigyn's marriage was nothing but platonic, something she had made sure to voice very early on. Theoric being the good man he was obviously respected that and was eventually called out to battle.

Despite never loving Theoric that way, Sigyn did find herself quite nervous about what would happen to him and even had to admit she might've catched feelings for him.

But right when things only seemed to blossom for her, Theoric returns home and acts very odd from his usual happy self. Until it all makes sense when Loki reveals it was him the whole time, Sigyn was not only outraged at this but had so many questions.

And Loki would happily provide answers for her and fill on on everything she had been missing out on.

Loki had been so jealous he ran away and was planning on a way to actually confess to Sigyn despite her marriage. Luckily enough for him thought, he didn't even have to play a part in Theoric's sudden death as he had fallen in battle by his own doing.

Loki had only watched from afar.

After that Loki felt guilty, wishing he could've done something even if it would've been a very suspicious thing for him to do, considering he is a missing prince.

So he found comfort in one of the women warriors there, who had fought against Asgards army. Her name being Angrboda, someone he knew his adoptive family would never approve off and had children with her very recently.

But now people had seen Loki in Jotunheim with his little family, and it had been reported back to Odin in Asgard.

Loki admits he was selfish and apologized for not revealing himself sooner!

This would still leave Sigyn with a few questions though, had she gotten to know the real Theoric before his death or had that been Loki all along?

After taking these news surprisingly well and not freaking out as much as she, herself would've thought! Sigyn was unsure how to proceed and grieve, giving Loki his chance to rekindle their relationship.

He offers Sigyn the comfort she needs until she is ready to get back on her feet, never pushing to ask if she felt the same feelings towards him, after having confessed his attraction.

Once Sigyn feels better mentally, she let's the news of Theoric's death be known and his funeral is held. After even more support from her mother and sisters, Sigyn feels hopeful and Incuraged Loki to stop pretending and return to Asgard officially, with his new family!

Despite what Odin would think, because Sigyn wanted to see and meet them, she wanted to show how much she cared for them! Like Loki had cared her.

Loki was hesitant at first but tries his best and makes his grand return, proving to Odin that the news he had heard were true, Loki had made himself a family in Jotunheim.

This was the worst choice no one could've predicted, not even Loki and Sigyn. The next thing they knew, Angrboda was brought to Asgard with their children and treated horribly. When all Angrboda wanted was to fit in with the rest of the aesir gods.

Sigyn when she first saw Angrboda, knew she had to do everyhing in her power to protect that woman and her unique children.

Sigyn offers her home to be the familes as well and makes sure to care for Angrboda and their children daily! Quickly adapting to the fact that Hel needed constant skincare because of her skin condition that caused it to rot in certain places.

While two of their sons, Fenrir and Jormungandr were shapeshifters, meaning they took on other forms that weren't humanoid. Specifically a wolf and a snake.

Sigyn wanted nothing more than for them to feel as welcomed by her as possible, especially after what they had gone through to get to Asgard, and In return Angrboda gave something back. Forever grateful!

She reveals she was once a powerful witch and as a thank you offers to teach Sigyn magic, even more beyond what Frigga and the vanir was able to teach her.

This was the start of yet another blossoming relationship as Angrboda and Sigyn quickly bonded through the magic, the fact they both loved fighting in battles and hated Odin and the aesir for manipulating their people!

Now Sigyn wasn't only strong physically but even more skilled in magic. Able to heal fallen soldiers and help her fellow Valkyrie sisters on the battlefield! She even started to develop romantic feelings for both Angrboda and Loki herself.

Sadly happiness was never meant to last for them as Odin, soon reveals the nightmares that had been tormenting him, as well as seeing prophecies about Loki's children.

They were destined to destroy everything Odin had worked for, so to prevent this he tore apart the family. No matter how much Loki and Sigyn tried to comfort Angrboda, the poor anxious woman refused to let the old man win, only to be caught while trying to escape Asgard later that night.

Her children are forcefully taken away in the act and Angrboda puts up a fight, a battle to the death which results in her murder.

The giantess had fought as bravely as she did back when Loki had first seen her, refusing to give up on what she held so dear.

Not only was Loki heartbroken once he heard about the news, but so was Sigyn..demanding that they pay for what they did by at least, letting Loki keep something from this traumatic experience!

Odin taking slight pity on his adoptive son, still blamed Loki for everything that had lead up to this point. But either way was allowed to keep Hel, as the girl wouldn't be able to survive in her frail sickly state.

Yet took care of Fenrir and Jormungandr, their fates unknown to the remaining family.

Years later after grieving over their loss of Angrboda, Fenrir and Jormungandr. Loki and Sigyn while raising Hel together finally agreed to start a relationship, which ended up going so well for them that they tied the knot and got married not long after!

A few years later when Sigyn found out she was pregnant, she decided to resign as a Valkyrie after many eons of her service.

Wanting to focus on her growing family instead, especially since Loki had grown nervous for what could happen to their offspring as well. Would Odin take them?

Eventually after a lot of comforting, convincing and patience. Sigyn gave birth to two healthy twin boys that they named Narfi and Nari. Loki could never have been prouder and Hel, quickly adjusted to her new brothers entering her life.

Once Freya heard the news of her new grandsons, the old queen was overjoyed. In the past, when Forseti had been first born, at freya's request she asks Baldr and Nanna for permission to make him be the heir to her throne of vanaheim.

But Odin not wanting his perfect sons child to leave Asgard, refused to let the couple decide. Causing Freya to grow hopeless for her kingdoms future, as none of her daughters had mothered any children.

But now that Sigyn finally had, having twin sons! Freya felt like it was a blessing. Even if she didnt like Loki for his reputation, a part of her was thankful Sigyn had chosen Loki out of all, since Odin cared less about him and wouldn't suspect her to go for their children, to help her kingdom grow.

When reuniting with Sigyn, Freya asks to have one of her sons one day take over her throne and happily Sigyn and Loki both agree that it should happen, but that they should revisit this topic in the near future!

Over the years, as their children grew so did their personalites! Hel became a well behaved young lady but one to not be taking anything from anyone, she knew what she wanted..to be above Odin so she could decide things. So she could have control!

Vali was always a hyper and extroverted kid and showed excellent skill in magic, often trying to shape shift or create clones like Loki would. He admired his father!

Narfi unlike his brother was more calm and Introverted and skilled in magic as well, but wanting to be like his mother and learn how to heal and help people!

But suddenly a heartbreaking decision was made and Hel was sent off by to nifleheim once she was old enough to care for herself by Odin.

The young woman would rename the realm helheim, in her imagine and becomes a successful queen over the frozen and dead.

It was a difficult departure for all of them, but especially for the twins and Hel, as they were all very close and Hel still traumatized from the night her mother was killed.

Having to be reminded the same thing to when Odin had ordered Hel to leave, triggered Loki greatly and he wanted vengeance upon the man he once called father. He wanted to take something he held dear as well!

So for the first time in a long time he starts planning behind everyone's backs, even Sigyn's to insure she couldn't stop him.

So that she didn't have to worry about him! But the crime he would commit, causing Baldr's blind brother Hodr, to kill Baldr with a mistletoe arrow, after the beloved god also started to suffer from nightmares of his own death and prophecy.

When loki was eventually found out for his direct cause in the crime, he had officially caused the downfall of his family.

Brought to a cave, people wanting to kill him but unable to as he was a son of Odin, one of them. Odin to insure Loki would pay for the spilled blood, took his attention towards his twin sons. They took Vali and he was turned into a wolf, tearing apart poor Narfi.

Sigyn would be there to watch it all, be traumatized all over again watching someone she loved be killed.

When the whole ordeal was over, as she just fades and protects Loki from the serpants burning venom, that was now hanging above him. She prays to Hel to take care of their slained son Narfi and for Vali to have found a safe place to recover.

So as the couple awaited Ragnarok, Sigyn knowing very well she would fight to the death by Loki's side. Didn't know Vali had found Fenrir and jormungandr, being taken in by his older brothers and cared for, taught how to fight while in animal form.

Eventually learning how to control his abilities and turn into a boy again, then meeting up with the only person he could think of which was Freya, who he told everything and in return comforted him.

Meanwhile Narfi was welcomed by Hel in the underworld and became a god of life, thanks to his healing abilities, helping her aid the good dead in her underworld!

To be continued..

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