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Dark Days

Suguru Geto & Gn!Reader

Contains: some comfort, Geto is having a really bad day, no actual romance, kind of really angsty ??

You can't really comfort him, so you're just there for him when he needs it </3

I'm not dead yall! Even though it's been like a year yikes. Just wrote this and realized I actually really like it?? Mostly self-indulgent I love making characters sad. ALSO I might make this a series?? Get the other characters involved?? If yall wanna see that lmk!

-This is after the Star Plasma Vessel Arc, Geto has not gone rouge, they're ~17

Word count: 637

POV: 1st person

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I carefully knock on Geto’s door, but I don’t hear anything. He has to be here.. I try the door, and it’s unlocked, so I open it and lean my head in. For a moment I don’t see him, but then I recognize the bumps in his unmade bed. I quietly step in and close the door behind me. He barely opens his eyes to look at me from under his blankets.

I don’t say anything- frankly I don’t know what to say. I walk over slowly, wanting to give him time to tell me to leave. He doesn’t. When I’m beside his bed, he moves a bit, and his tired eyes watch me as his hand comes out from under the blankets, held open. I kneel down beside his bed and hold his hand.

He sighs quietly, his eyes closing again. We sit in silence for what’s probably a few minutes. He squeezes my hand. His eyes open again. He slowly pulls my arm toward him. I stand up and carefully sit on his bed, beside where he’s laying down, and he moves his head to be in my lap.

Cautiously, I move my hand to his head, then run my fingers through the top of his hair. It looks like a tangled, unwashed mess, and that scares me. I’ve seen him sick, I’ve seen him burnt out, but I’ve never seen him not take care of his hair. After about a minute, he’s asleep.

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Geto’s eyes open, and I look down at him. He doesn’t look like he’s feeling any better. But I really don’t blame him for that. He hasn’t felt right since everything with the Star Plasma Vessel. Riko. He looks up at me, his expression not changing. I don’t say anything still.

He opens his mouth to say something, then cringes and tries to clear his throat. I reach over and grab his water bottle, and he pushes himself to sit up, and takes it. He drinks some water, then seems to be able to clear his throat properly. His arms are shaky as he tries to set the water bottle back on his nightstand.

I gently take it and set it there for him. He looks at me for a moment, and I swear I see small tears pooling. He closes his eyes. After a few seconds, he looks at me again. “Thank you,” he mumbles. “Anything for you,” I say quietly. He takes a deep breath, and lays back down, this time not on my lap.

He stares at the ceiling, and I watch him. I don’t know if he’s ready to try to feel better yet. Eventually, I stare at the wall instead.

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Geto’s head turns, and I look down at him. “You’re still here?” he asks quietly. I nod. “Why?” he asks, still quiet. “You’re going through something. I don’t like going through things alone. I won’t let you deal with this alone either,” I say quietly. He stares at me for a few more seconds, then looks back at the ceiling.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore,” he says. I don’t say anything. I know he hates this- all of this. Curses. Ingesting curses, the physical manifestation of the worst of humanity. Watching people die. Watching friends die. Being able to do near nothing about it.

Being told to get over it.

This is your life as a sorcerer.

It doesn’t get better, you get used to it. We all hate it. Some of us deal with it better. Some of us deal with it differently. But we all hate it. That much is true. That much is seen in Shoko chainsmoking at 17. That much is seen in Gojo refusing to ever be weak, even with us. That much is seen in Geto’s episodes of.. this.

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I hope you guys liked it!! If you want a continuation I will totally make one, feel free to leave some suggestions!! Requests are open as well <3 Likes & reblogs appreciated love yall

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Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist <3

Requests open :)

Satoru Gojo

Nothing yet

Suguru Geto

Dark Days

Kento Nanami

Nothing yet

Megumi Fushiguro

Nothing yet

Yuuji Itadori

Nothing yet

Choso

Nothing yet

Toji Fushiguro

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it’s so dumb that broad shoulders are considered unattractive in a woman just because the ideal of womanhood is based on the perceived fragility of a smaller frame. have you ever seen a woman with broad shoulders? looks like she was sculpted by the gods themselves

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Home

Valeria Garza x Fem!Reader

Contains:

You and Valeria had a rough mission & she gives you cuddles after <3

This is a bit rushed and idk if I like it but I wanted to get it posted :0 Meant to get it out by Wednesday so yeah that didn't happen, but I hope y'all like it! (Also sorry it's so short)

Word count: 289

POV: 2nd person

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The mission had royally sucked. You had spent way too long in a desert that was way too hot, waiting to ambush a rival cartel. Due to previous failed attempts, Valeria decided that she would get it done herself - with you by her side of course.

When the two of you were finally back in Las Almas, and done with an important meeting that followed, you both wasted no time getting to you and Valeria’s private quarters. You were exhausted, and seriously ready for a good shower and a long nap.

First stop: a relaxing shower. Valeria surprisingly let you wash her hair for her, and did the same for you. Afterwards, you both put on pajamas and got ready for bed. Unsurprisingly, though, Valeria is not a patient woman, especially when she's tired. So as you were drying your hair, she walked up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and putting her head on your shoulder.

Her skin was still warm from the shower, and she smelled slightly of the soaps that she always used. It was all you could do to not fall asleep standing.

"It is time for bed," she mumbled against your skin.

Indeed it was.

You both laid down, the soft feeling of the blankets being nothing compared to Valeria's arms wrapping around you, holding you close to her. She moved her head to brush her lips against your cheek, just before planting a feather-light kiss on your skin.

"Goodnight cariño," she whispered, as her eyelashes brushed your face as she closed her eyes.

"Goodnight mi vida," you whispered back, pressing your forehead to hers.

She'd never admit to the smile and blush that crossed her face as you both fell asleep.

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Likes & reblogs are appreciated <3 Any constructive criticism is great also, if y'all let me what you like / don't like I can try and make these better :)

Requests are open !

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Call Of Duty Masterlist<3

Requests open :)

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Nothing yet

John "Soap" MacTavish:

Nothing yet

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Nothing yet

John Price:

Pillow?

Alejandro Vargas:

Nothing yet

Rodolfo Parra:

Nothing yet

Valeria Garza:

Apart

Home

Phillip Graves:

Nothing yet

Kate Laswell:

Nothing yet

Farah Karim:

Nothing yet

"König":

Nothing yet

Logan Walker:

Nothing yet

David "Hesh" Walker:

Nothing yet

Keegan P. Russ:

Nothing yet

Gabriel T. Rorke:

Nothing yet

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Pillow?

John Price x Gn!Reader

Contains: fluff & cuddles, Price calls you 'love' and 'darling'

You come back from a longer mission and just want to cuddle with Price <3

Word count: 807

POV: 2nd person

After getting back from a long mission, all you wanted was to be with your beloved, Captain John Price, again. You had missed him so much, and he had missed you even more.

You had gotten back just past 10:30, past lights out on the base, but some of the other 141 members still greeted you, including Soap who informed you that Price had been a bit low on patience recently, wanting you to be back already. When you asked where the man himself would be, Ghost said that he was in his office doing some paperwork.

'Well, naturally', you had thought, not surprised in the slightest. You were worried that he’d been overworking himself, but decided not to share your concerns.

Instead, you grabbed the papers for your mission report, and left them in your room in the barracks as you went to take a shower. Paperwork would be a problem for the morning, you decided.

After your much needed shower, you got dressed in your pajamas and made your way to John’s room, feeling tired and very ready to cuddle with him finally.

He wasn’t there. You wondered if maybe he’d gone to your room, but whenever you two would spend the night together, it was in his room. Being the Captain had its perks, and his room was a bit nicer.

'The only other possibility is that he’s still in his office doing paperwork', you concluded, and grumbled a bit as you marched through the hallways to his office. You didn’t knock- you really weren’t in the mood for formalities- and walked right in. He startled a bit as you did so, then smiled.

“You’re back,” he said, happily standing from his desk, abandoning the papers and walking around his desk to hug you. You hugged him back, nearly melting into his comforting embrace, and both of you let out long sighs of relief.

After a few minutes, Price leaned back and kissed your head, one arm resting around your waist, before gently tilting your head up so he could kiss your lips gently.

“I missed you so much, love..” he murmured against your lips, before kissing you again, just as gently as before.

“I missed you too..” you sighed, pulling him back into a hug, and resting your head on his chest to hear his steady heartbeat.

You both relaxed there for another minute or so, before you nearly fell asleep standing. “I missed you and I love you very very much,” you told him, “but if you try to go back to doing paperwork I will drag you out of this office myself.”

He laughed softly at that. “I bet you would, darling. Now let’s get to bed, I know you’re tired.”

When you both walked into his room, John closed the door and put on his pajamas as you laid down in his bed, getting comfortable, and tried to stay awake long enough to be able to cuddle with him.

He quickly laid down beside you, just as eager to hold you again. As soon as the blankets were settled, his arms reached out to pull you close to him. His arms wrapped around you as he whispered sweet little words, probably unsure of if you were awake or not.

You shuffled around to try and find a comfortable position, but eventually grew irritated; your muscles were aching from the exertion of the mission, and the bruises on your body were less than pleasant to lay on.

John noticed your annoyance and that you were uncomfortable, and you could feel him frown as his face pressed to your head, kissing your forehead. “What’s botherin’ you, love?” He asked quietly.

“Everything hurts,” you grumbled. He thought for a moment, then rolled to lay on his back, and took you with him, laying you on top of him. You squealed a bit, surprised at being moved, before relaxing.

Given the relative lack of bruises on your front side, and the closeness to John, you found that you liked the position, and shuffled around to lay with your head against his chest. He rested his arms around you, one hand rubbing gentle circles into your back, careful not to touch any bruises.

Now that you were comfortable, the exhaustion hit you even harder than before, and you could hardly keep your eyes open. You lifted your head for just a moment, and patted John’s chest, muttering, “Favorite pillow.”

You then laid your head back down and promptly passed out, leaving John to chuckle a bit. “Pillow?” He muttered to himself. He then just grinned sleepily and shook his head to himself, beyond amused by your statement.

“If I’m a pillow, at least I’m your favorite,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before closing his eyes as well.

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If there's any grammar mistakes in here I sincerely apologize I wrote it in 30ish minutes at 3 AM :)

As always- thank yall for reading and I appreciate constructive criticism / requests / likes & reblogs <3

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Apart

Valeria Garza x Fem!Reader

Contains: Implications of canon-typical violence (not explicitly stated), mild swearing, Valeria calls you 'pretty girl' 'mi vida' and 'cariño'

Word count: 498

POV: 2nd person

Valeria had been gone for a few days. It wasn’t unusual for her to have to leave for business in the cartel - sometimes even for a month or two - but she always did whatever she could to still take care of her girl.

Usually that meant having multiple body guards with you at all times; her most trusted were never guarding her, only you. If she wasn’t extremely busy, she’d make an effort to call you whenever she could.

And if you were really lucky, she’d be able to video call with you before you went to sleep, so that you both could feel a bit less anxious, knowing the other was (at least somewhat) safe in bed.

This was one of those nights.

It was around midnight. Being worried about Valeria kept you up a lot, so it was relatively normal for you to be awake at strange hours of the night. Valeria had been radio silent for 13 hours at this point. Not unusual - still worrying.

You had finally gotten rid of the damn body guards when you went to take a shower, and now you decided to at least try to sleep. Heaven forbid the first thing your girlfriend greets you with is a scolding about taking care of yourself.

And as you climbed into the bed that still smelled like her, the soft blankets a bit colder than they usually would be, you were startled back to reality by your phone ringing.

Normally you’d ignore it, because anybody calling you at this hour could wait until morning. But that ringtone, meant Valeria. You nearly got whiplash from how quickly you jumped across the bed and answered the call, but it was well worth it when you saw the tired grin on her face, and her eyes visibly softening at the sight of your face.

“You must not have been sleeping mi vida, you nearly answered before I even called,” she said, the exhaustion in her voice being gradually replaced with amusement.

You got settled back down on the bed as you responded, “I was just laying down. Are you okay?”

She chuckled, and rolled over onto her stomach, and set her phone down propped against the pillow.

“I’m alright, I should be home very late tomorrow or very early the next morning. How is it in Las Almas?” She asked, really just wanting to hear you talk after your time apart.

“Normal, but the bodyguards are a bit pesky. I wish I could be there with you instead,” you admitted, and blushed seeing the amused smile on her face. You didn’t imagine she’d ever have any less of an effect on you.

“I wish I could be there with you as well cariño, but not here. I need you safe, pretty girl. So tolerate the pesky bodyguards for me, hm?” She asked.

You nodded, the weight of the danger she could be in returning at the mention of keeping you safe. She could see it in your face, and frowned a bit.

“I love you very much mi vida. And I will be home to you very soon. Now you need to get to sleep, I will be taking you on a date when I get home, even if I get home at midnight. You want to be awake for that, yeah?” She asked, her usual grin coming back.

And you couldn’t help but smile at her promise, nodding. “Will you stay on the call or do you have to go?” You asked, a bit shy. She rolled onto her side, and pulled the blankets up to her shoulder. “I will stay on this call until I have to get up in the morning. Sleep well cariño.”

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Please I am so in love with this woman. I will be writing more about her very soon and others

(Next up is some Captain Price fluff tomorrow @ noon yall)

Hope you enjoyed and I appreciate constructive criticism and requests <3

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Hi can I request a neteyam fic with his female mate where he comes home upset not because of his dad or family and he walks straight into his mate’s arms and puts his head into her neck just breathing in her scent as it relaxes him and she rubs her hand on his back. They stay like for sometime just standing there comforting him, eventually he looks up with tears in his eyes which prompts her to ask him what happened, he is reluctant to tell her as he doesn’t want to worry her but she reassures him and lets him know that he can tell her anything. Just him always needing to be touching her for comfort basically just some fluff and cute feels please? Thanks 😊

PLEASE I love this idea so much<3 Sorry this took a few days, there have been a few power outages due to storms. Hope I did this justice, if there's anything that you want changed / fixed then lmk! I will gladly rewrite this for ya :)

and also tysm this is my first request ever & it's a great one

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Long Day

Neteyam x Fem!Na'vi!Reader

Contains: Fluff, reverse comfort

Word count: 402

Ty very much to the anon that sent me this request, I had a lot of fun writing it! Sorry that it's a bit short, hope you enjoy :)

As I sat on the floor, working on weaving a few strings into a chord for a necklace, I heard footsteps near the entryway of my home. Realizing it was probably Neteyam, I set the strings down and stood up, going to greet him.

My heart dropped nearly to my stomach when I saw that his ears were back, and his shoulders were slightly slumped. Clearly something was bothering him, but he didn’t say anything, so I didn’t either.

Instead, I stepped closer to him and held my arms open, as an invitation. He gladly took it, letting out a heavy sigh and wrapping his arms around me, leaning on me. Figuring he just needed to be held for a while, I gently rubbed his back, feeling his braids brush against my shoulder as he dug his face into my neck.

We stayed there for a while, though I wasn’t really sure how long. It seemed to relax him, to just exist together, to breathe in my scent, and I couldn’t deny that it relaxed me as well, though I was still worried about what could be bothering him.

Once he was ready to, he lifted his head up, and I turned to look at his face to see how he was doing. I felt my heart drop for the second time of the way when I saw that tears had welled in his eyes.

“What’s wrong, Nete?” I asked softly, bringing one of my hands up to gently hold the side of his face. He leaned into my hand, his eyes closing for a few seconds, before he sighed shakily.

“I- I’m okay. I don’t want to worry you,” he said, his tone not as confident as it usually was. I frowned slightly at his words. “Neteyam, I am here for you. I am your mate and I love you very much. You can tell me anything,” I assured him. A few tears fell from his eyes, and I gently wiped them away with my thumb.

“I just-.. I just had a long day. I know it’s silly to be upset about, but can.. can you please just hug me for a while?” he asked shyly. I smiled slightly, relieved that it was nothing serious, and nodded. “It’s not silly. I will hug you for as long as you wish, Neteyam,” I assured him, and brought him back into my arms.

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Feel free to send any requests / input / constructive criticism that you might have, and likes & reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 Hope you enjoyed :)

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Request Rules !!

Hello hello! These are the rules for requests <3 If you have any questions I would love to answer them:)

What I will write:

Fem/masc/GN reader, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, reverse comfort, fluff, Character x Character (depending on the ship), Character x Reader, platonic stuff, sibling!reader or other family stuff, angst, mild/canon-typical violence, idk what else

What I won't write:

NSFW, incest, (underage) age gap, uwu smol soft girl y/n (icky),

Other notes:

If you're interested in a character not listed, feel free to ask anyway! I'll see if I can make it work:)

Be as specific as you want! If you aren't specific I might struggle writing it or just write what I want that will fit your request.

Spoilers will be tagged at the top of every post with episode/chapter/movie to the best of my ability! If it's not specified, proceed at your own risk.

I will refuse anything that makes me uncomfortable.

For Banana Fish, I will not write Ash or Eiji x Reader, sorry:(

Please be patient as I do have school that will take priority, but mostly everything else I will drop to write for y'all<3 If something takes a long time though feel free to ask, I might have forgotten:(

That's all for now!

-Demi <3

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General Masterlist<3

Links to every masterlist :) Some may be empty until I get content posted.

Avatar

Currently: Tsireya, Lo'ak, Neteyam

Call Of Duty (Ghosts, MW 2022)

Currently: Valeria Garza, John Price

Jujutsu Kaisen

Currently: Suguru Geto

Tokyo Revengers

Nothing yet

Blue Lock

Nothing yet

Genshin Impact

Nothing yet

My Hero Academia

Nothing yet

Haikyuu!!

Nothing yet

Yuuri!!! on Ice

Nothing yet

Sk8 Infinity

Nothing yet

Naruto

Nothing yet

Hunter x Hunter

Nothing yet

Death Note

Nothing yet

Assassination Classroom

Nothing yet

Banana Fish

Nothing yet

The Arcana

Nothing yet

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Avatar Masterlist<3

Requests open :)

Tsireya:

Glass (P2) (P3)

Lo'ak:

Sleepy comfort

Neteyam:

Long Day

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Sleepy Comfort

Lo'ak x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

Contains: FLUFF, reverse comfort

Word count: 418

Wow!! Thanks everyone for all of the love for the Tsireya fic, sorry that I've been inactive! Here's a short Lo'ak fic bc I love him<3

I heard heavy footsteps, and they stopped just outside.

“Lo’ak?” I guessed. He sniffled. “Come in,” I said. He lifted the flap up, and carefully walked inside of my family’s marui. My parents had both gone on a hunting expedition, so I was alone.

When he walked in, his face was completely covered in tears, and he looked utterly wrecked. But when he looked at me, he didn't say anything. “Bad day?” I asked.

He pushed his hair from his face and rolled his eyes, wiping his face with his hand. “What do you think?” He retorted. I set down the basket that I’d been weaving, and held my arms open to him. With a look of slight relief, he gladly walked over, dropping to the floor and laying on top of me, his face hidden in my neck.

“Is Ao’nung getting any nicer?” I asked gently, rubbing his back with one hand, the other at the base of his neck. “No, he hates me. I stood up for my sister when he called her a freak, and /I/ got in trouble,” He said, muffling some of his words by pushing his face against my shoulder. “Did you swing first?” I asked.

He didn’t say anything.

“Lo’ak..” I sighed. “I can’t just not defend myself and my siblings, they wouldn’t leave us alone otherwise,” He grumbled, his tail flicking in agitation. “And they keep grabbing my tail.” He added, shifting slightly in my arms.

“I know, I know. I’m not doing anything tomorrow, would you want me to help with your training? Ao’nung and his friends are afraid of me,” I offered. “Imagine all the shit they’d give me for being defended by a girl, though,” He pointed out. I couldn’t help but laugh softly at that.

“Well, sure. But imagine his face if you asked him if he’s only mad because he can’t get a girl,” I giggle. He laughed quietly as well. “That would be funny. But I don’t think I want people to know yet, I’m already in enough shit,” He said quietly.

“I know. I’m fine to wait, I won’t push you on that,” I assured him. I felt him smile against my neck. “Thank you,” He whispered, clearly getting shy. I kissed the top of his head gently, just to make him blush more.

“Do you wanna sleep a while or do you not wanna risk it?” I asked. “Can I stay until you’re ready to go to sleep?” He asked.

“Of course.”

Again thanks for reading! Hope you all enjoyed <3

If you have any requests / input / constructive criticism I would love to hear it! And I will have a masterlist up soon so that when I post more everything will be organized. Likes and reblogs appreciated<3

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Glass. Part 3

Tsireya x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

Contains: some angst, some comfort finally, implied Avatar: The Way of Water spoilers

Word count: 910

Finally edited lol

Final part! Sorry this took so long, I did not think anyone would see the other two :0 (Also I'm a bit disappointed with this one, might rewrite it in the future lol). Thank you all sm for reading<3 If y'all like this story w/ Tsireya, I'm not sure if my next writing will be a similar concept with another character or a different prompt entirely with Tsireya. Any suggestions? <3

-(Name)'s POV

I cried. I screamed, and cried, and screamed more and kept doing so until my throat was raw and there were no more tears to fall. I have no idea how long we sat there, Tsireya holding me and smoothing my hair down.

I let everything out. I told her how I couldn’t see a way that I could ever fill Neteyam’s role, how I didn’t know how I could even go on without the guidance of my older brother. I told her that I was scared, maybe more scared than I ever had been, and that I was completely lost with no idea what to do next.

And Tsireya held me. She cried with me through some of it, keeping one of her hands firmly pressed against my back, grounding me. When I stopped crying, she eventually moved my head back and wiped the tears from my face.

“(Name). I see you. Your family will guide you, you will be alright. I know that you will do well,” she tells me. I try to protest, but barely get out a word before my voice cracks, tears flooding my eyes yet again.

Tsireya pulls me back into a hug. “I believe in you and I will be here for you. You are my best friend,” she says. Amazingly, through all of the grief of the day, the words ‘best friend’ manage to sting.

She must see my ears go back or something, because she yet again pulls back and looks at my face. Her big eyes look as though they are searching for an answer on my face, and she seems to find it.

“I will always be at your side,” she says.

I bite my lip to keep from sobbing again, and nod. She smiles weakly, nodding as well.

I’m not sure how much longer we sit there, now settled beside each other, leaning back against a large rock and watching the waves. It must’ve been a while, though, because the sky has started getting ever-so-slightly brighter, though the sun isn’t yet rising from the water.

When it gets bright enough that our bioluminescent spots start to dim, yet still before sunrise, Tsireya turns her head slightly, catching my attention. “We might want to get back soon,” she says quietly, still looking out at the water.

I nod my head. “Yeah, that is probably a good idea,” I agree, also quiet. It's like there is a peace that neither of us want to disturb. But when I look over at her, and see the pure, gentle beauty of her face, I find I can't stop myself.

“Tsireya..” I say quietly. She turns to look at me, and when her eyes meet mine, I almost falter. “I think I’m in love with you.”

It felt like the world had stopped. Tsireya’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, my heart nearly stopped, and even the slight breeze stopped. Neither of us moved for what felt like hours, but then her mouth closed and she frowned slightly.

“(Name)..” She said quietly. I felt like puking. The one person I’m comfortable with, that I know I can trust! Why did I fuck it up? What the hell is wrong with me, Tsireya is the most beautiful girl in Awa’atlu, and the next in line to be Tsahik, why would I ever think-

“I’m worried that you only say that because I comforted you. If you only think you feel that way because you don’t know how else to cope with what’s happened, then..” She trailed off, trying to find more words but ultimately leaving it at that.

What..? Only because she comforted me? Is that what she thinks I meant?

“It is not because you comforted me,” I said, looking away from her as I felt my cheeks burn. “Since we became friends, I believe I have been falling in love with you. You are the kindest, gentlest, and most beautiful person I have ever met.. I have never been able to be vulnerable with people to the extent as I have with you. And seeing the way that you care for my family, showing them patience and respect.. You have stood up for my siblings and I, you have scolded your own brother for calling us freaks.. How could I not fall in love with you?”

When I finally had the courage to look at Tsireya again, her cheeks had a beautiful blush, and she looked to be surprised. When she came to reality again, I saw small tears pool in her eyes, and she smiled slightly. “Do you mean that..?” She asked quietly.

I nodded, and the next thing I knew, she had launched herself from her seat in the sand and hugged me, with so much momentum that we both ended up falling. When she leaned back, her hair falling around my head as she looked down at me, she smiled widely, showing the beautiful dimples that I had missed.

“Do you.. feel the same?” I asked hesitantly, smiling slightly as well. She laughed, nodding as she used one of her hands to wipe the small tears from the corners of her eyes. The other moved to hold her up, then she cupped my face gently. “Can I kiss you (Name)?”

I nodded, and she giggled again, leaning down and finally pressing her lips to mine. “I see you (Name).”

“I see you Tsireya.”

Hope you enjoyed <3 Should I make more Tsireya content next or do y'all wanna see some other characters?

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Glass. Part 2

Tsireya x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

Contains: angst, comfort at the end, Avatar: The Way of Water spoilers

Word count: 513

Edited !!

Part 2!! Mostly in 1st person but 3rd at the end. Much shorter but I promise to have part 3 up very soon! Thank you for reading <3

-(Name)'s POV

My older brother is now buried with the ancestors of the Metkayina. I know it’s not what he meant when he said he wanted to go home. Honestly, I believe we all knew.

But I'm the oldest now.

I’m the oldest, and I have no idea what to do. I don’t know how to make my parents as proud as Neteyam always did, and I am certainly not built to be the golden child.

All I can do for now is hold it together. If the first thing I do is break down, then there’s no way I can ever imagine stepping up to Neteyam’s place. I just have to be strong. I can’t cry, can’t let any of them know it hurts. Not my parents, not the rest of my siblings, not the Metkayina. Not even Tsireya.

My feet idly take me back to the marui, and I sit silently, watching the floor, listening to the sounds of my family wailing. Mom seems to be the loudest, even though her voice is muffled by Dad’s chest.

I don't know how long I sit there. The cries quiet down, Tuk and Kiri falling asleep. Everything and nothing runs through my mind, deafeningly silent. What do I do?

“(Name).”

A gentle voice pulls me back to reality, and I look around. My eyes land on the opening of the marui, and I see Tsireya standing there, her eyes a bit red from crying. I look to my father, and he nods, so I stand up and walk over.

“Let’s walk.” Tsireya says quietly. I nod, and we walk together through the village, eventually out to the shore and a long ways down the beach. There are some big rocks, and the village is little more than lights in the distance.

We don’t say anything. She occasionally sniffles, and I fight my learned habit of opening up the moment I’m alone with her.

I had learned to tell her everything, because she always understood. But I can’t let her see this side of me. The frustrated, happy, or exhausted sides of me, sure. Those I could contain. But if I allow myself to show part of this ugly feeling in my stomach, I don’t think I could stop myself from showing all of it.

“(Name),” Tsireya says. I stop walking, turning around to face her. But I can’t look at her, my eyes focused on the sand and rocks. “You weren’t crying at the funeral. It is just me and you now, you can relax,” she says, her voice as gentle and sweet as always, with a slight melancholy to it.

-3rd POV

The look in Tsireya’s eyes when (Name) finally met her gaze made her shattered heart finally fall apart.

For all of the walls around her, the rough and distant exterior, (Name) was not a robot, was not an emotionless creature. For as scary and tough as she might try to seem, she shattered like glass in that moment.

And Tsireya did her very best to pick up the pieces of the broken forest girl that she had fallen for.

[demelza00]

Glass.

Tsireya x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

Contains: angst, comfort at the end, Avatar: The Way of Water spoilers

Word count: 969

Edited <3

Basically Lo'ak's twin sister and coping with the events of the movie. Written in 3rd & 1st person This will be posted in 3 parts, hopefully all within a few hours! 1st part: build-up 2nd part: after 3rd part: comfort<3

Tsireya had only known the girl for a few months, since her family came to Awa’atlu, her father running from a war that he never intended for his children to get involved in. They had come seeking ukturu, and while the woman was reluctant, Tsahik Ronal allowed them to stay.

Despite the short amount of time, Tsireya had grown to adore the entire family, often chastising Ao’nung when he would pick on them. She knew all of Tuk’s new favorite sea creatures, and admired the way Kiri took naturally to the water. She got along with Neteyam and Lo’ak as well, but she knew about Lo’ak’s crush, and tried her best not to lead him on; she had no interest, but really didn’t wish to be harsh and hurt his feelings.

The sibling that she didn’t really know much about, however, was the third sister. Unlike the others, she was a bit more standoffish. She had very little to say most of the time, and it seemed that this was also true around her family; Kiri had told Tsireya not to worry, as this was how the Omaticaya girl always had been.

She’s shy, maybe, but Tsireya found this unlikely. No shy person carries themself the way she did, much like her older brother, in a way that showed a humble confidence, a security in herself.

It wasn’t until Kiri had a seizure at the Spirit Tree that Tsireya saw a different side of (Name). Seeing the always-composed, neutral-faced girl hurry past her after hearing of what happened, a look of mortal panic on her face, Tsireya remembered; this was not just a warrior, this was a teenage girl, just like her.

After the events of that day, Tsireya amped up her efforts to communicate with (Name). She would be friends with this girl, she swore it to herself.

Eventually, her efforts were rewarded. (Name) began opening up more, became more willing to hang out outside of the training.

Once Tsireya got the big, towering walls lowered, her and (Name) became amazing friends immediately. They didn’t have a whole lot in common; Tsireya was the Tsakarem, versed in medicine and healing, while (Name) was a warrior, and knew how to fight.

This did not stop them. If anything, it gave them more to talk about. Often, (Name) would sit and talk to Tsireya, while the Metkayina girl would braid her hair, weaving in beads and shells. Tsireya rarely had anyone to talk to that didn’t know much about medicine and cared to listen.

Other days, (Name) would teach Tsireya how to shoot a bow, and common hunting tactics in the forest that were drastically different from that of the sea.

Although the boys would fight, and Lo’ak would get into trouble a lot, it seemed like - for the girls at least - things were finally looking up.

When the marui of the Sully family was full of tension and silent nights, no one daring to speak with one or both of the parents angry about Lo’ak or Neteyam’s behavior, (Name) had someone to go to. She could finally have an outlet for the stress in her family, though she kept it to a minimum, not ever wanting to upset Tsireya.

But Tsireya understood. She herself had a troublesome brother, and would always offer comfort and a similar story of something Ao’nung did and why she didn’t understand why boys couldn’t just behave themselves.

(Name) didn’t know what she’d do without Tsireya.

It was amazing when the tulkun returned. While (Name) had been resting in the marui with Kiri, she heard all of the excitement outside, Tsireya’s voice calling everyone.

When she hurried out to see what was going on, she saw the grin on Tsireya’s face that she had began to adore, the beautiful dimples showing. Much quicker than Kiri and Tuk, she called for her ilu and dove into the water.

“(Name)! Come with me, come meet my spirit sister!” Tsireya’s voice called out to her. How could (Name) say no?

Both girls greeted the tulkun, Tsireya smiling widely and (Name) watching in awe. Later, she swam off to find her family, altogether missing when Tsireya signed to the tulkun, 'I met a girl'.

Of course, the good times were bound to end. Just when it seemed like the family was fitting in, and tension in the Sully household was easing, Lo’ak bonded with the outcast tulkun, Payakan.

To make matters worse, he sat there and argued with the Olo’eyktan, as though he forgot who he was speaking to. And (Name) really tried to be understanding; Lo’ak was always a bit of an outcast, so naturally he bonds with one.

But seriously, was it necessary? When everything was going right, and Ao’nung was getting more friendly, and the Metkayina people were beginning to accept them, and even Tsahik Ronal herself was slowly changing her mind about them, he had to go and do that!

(Name) would never say it to her brother’s face, would never admit it, but she was livid. All she wanted was peace, to learn about the ocean and finally feel at home, and her skxawng twin brother went and pissed off the Tsahik. It wasn’t about the outcast tulkun, for her it was just her inability to do anything, to have fun, without eventually getting the talking-to of a lifetime because of something that she didn’t even do.

And it had to get worse. Of course. Everyone woke up to sounds of terror, a heavy weight in the air. Something was very wrong.

A tulkun, Ronal’s spirit sister, floating dead in the water, her calf alongside her. Killed by the sky people, and for no justifiable reason.

Now, the village was ready for war. A war that the Sully family would pay the price for.