#Albino Reader

[joyfulcowboycandy]

The Oiran and Her Thief

Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader

❥one shot

Trigger warning: chilhood sexual assault implied, obvious power imbalance, possessive behavior, unhealthy relationship and dependent reader... Mentions of suicide. Reader is emotionally dependent on Chrollo. Hinted prostitution (Not Y/n)

Content warning: Reader has albinism. She's an Oiran, and is pretty mentally messed up. I wrote this because I didn't know how else to deal with pent up emotions, If you've seen a similar plotline on AO3 That's my friend and I gave her permission to take heavy inspiration from me.

Note: This is the first part of multiple, but I still don't know if I want to post more than this part... This is pretty different from how HxH oneshots usually are so Idk if I wanna post more of this, it's preeetty niche? We'll see how this goes

fem Y/n

I dreamed of living in a cabin nestled beside a field bursting with wildflowers, each bloom more colorful than the last. My lover would be there, always by my side, never leaving me. I clung to this dream every night as I fell asleep on the rotting, paper-thin mattress in my mother’s cold, damp apartment. My white hair fanned out in every direction, and my mother’s frail, wrinkled fingers would comb through it absentmindedly. Her touch lacked warmth, her smell was sharp and unpleasant—not floral or soft like the field I dreamed of. Her body was sickly thin, too weak to shield me from the cruel winter chill, but I found solace in her presence regardless.

It was those very imperfections, the qualities others might find repellent, that made her my mother. I loved her for them, even when her fingers would tighten painfully in my hair or her nails would dig into my scalp, forcing my red eyes to lock with her furious e/c ones. I loved her even as she trembled from the aftermath of her work, chanting incoherent words into my ears while the stench of cheap cologne clung to her skin.

She protected me—at least, I believed she did. I was forbidden to leave the house unsupervised, and even then, my hair and face had to remain hidden. I hated it. I wanted to run outside, to play and laugh with the other children.

But that life was gone now.

I stared into my reflection, my crimson eyes fixed on the smooth layer of white I painted over my face. My kamuro, Momoka, held the palette steady for me, her small frame nearly trembling with excitement. To my right, my other kamuro, Hinagi, gazed at my reflection with a silent admiration that warmed my heart.

I had already spent nearly two hours being dressed in my heavy silks and fabrics. My elaborate hairstyle and the ornaments—most of them gifts from Chrollo—had taken an additional thirty minutes. The weight of it all pressed against my body, yet it was a sensation I’d grown used to after years of training.

“You are so beautiful, Y/n-sama,” Hinagi whispered, almost in awe. Her voice was soft, reverent, as though she spoke to a goddess.

My eyes shifted to her reflection. She was smiling now.

“I think so too, Y/n-sama!” Momoka chirped, her voice brighter, still holding the palette diligently.

A small smile graced my lips, careful not to disturb the meticulous makeup I had just applied. “Thank you, my dears,” I said, my tone gentle. “Hinagi, will you check to ensure I’m not late for my client?”

“Yes, of course!” she replied eagerly, bowing her head quickly before darting out of the room. The faint patter of her hurried footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, followed by the soft sound of the sliding door closing behind her.

As an oiran, I had the privilege of choosing my clients based on the gifts they presented. Over the years, I’d honed the ability to discern which of them could be useful to me—and by extension, the troupe. Beneath the guise of artful flirtation and polite conversation, I gathered the information Chrollo needed.

Still, my position was not without risk. My red eyes, left uncovered within the safety of the teahouse, marked me as rare and valuable—traits that could easily make me a target for trafficking or worse. But I was always under careful protection. The teahouse itself was impenetrable, and my proximity to other people at all times made it difficult for any would-be assailants. Of course, there were still attempts, but Feitan and Shalnark made sure those were swiftly dealt with.

In this country, I was the last oiran, a figure of mystery and allure—but to the Phantom Troupe, I was far more. I was their information gatherer, their key to unraveling secrets from the most dangerous and corrupt individuals who sought my company.

And all of this… was for Chrollo.

For the distorted version of the dream we once had together.

The click of the wooden sandals beneath my feet seemed louder than usual as I made my way through the corridors. Every step I took was accompanied by the gentle chime of the ornaments in my hair and the soft rustle of the heavy silks that adorned my body. Layers upon layers of fabric weighed down on me—each one carefully chosen to reflect the status I’d worked so hard to maintain. I moved with precision, my movements a delicate balance of grace and restraint. Even the smallest misstep could crack the illusion I’d perfected over the years.

The ornaments in my hair swayed with every step. A few pins, a delicate comb, a ribbon. Small tokens that tethered me to him, even as he left me to navigate this world alone. I told myself the silence he left behind didn’t ache as much as it did. That I didn’t long for him, waiting for the rare nights when his voice would pull me back from the edge, only for him to disappear again. But it wasn’t my place to demand more.

I was his treasure, after all. A gem meant to shine quietly where he placed me.

I adjusted my sleeves as I reached the room, carefully pulling them back so that the intricate embroidery on the silk caught the flickering light. Hinagi stood at the door, her small hands clasped tightly in front of her as she awaited my signal. Momoka hovered just behind me, holding the small tray that carried the sake I would offer to my guest. The soft weight of her presence reminded me of the years I had spent in training—learning how to serve, how to charm, how to survive.

“Y/n-sama,” Hinagi whispered, bowing low. “Shall I announce you?”

“Please,” I murmured, my voice even and calm, the way it always was when I stepped into these rooms.

Hinagi slid the door open, stepping inside first to bow to my client and announce my arrival. The scent of incense wafted out, mingling with the faint musk of sake. I stepped inside a moment later, lowering myself into a graceful bow, just deep enough to honor his position without sacrificing my own.

“Y/n-sama,” he greeted, his tone eager but restrained. His gaze lingered as I rose slowly, meeting his eyes with my own crimson ones. They widened, as they always did, as if he were caught in the pull of some spell.

“Goro-sama,” I said softly, my voice smooth as the sake I was about to offer him. “Thank you for your patience. I hope I did not keep you waiting too long.”

“Not at all,” he said quickly, motioning for me to sit. “Your presence is more than worth the wait.”

I settled down gracefully, arranging the layers of my kimono so they pooled around me like the petals of a flower. 

“Shall we drink?” I asked, reaching for the porcelain sake flask on the tray. Momoka had handed it to me moments before retreating silently. “It’s a fine night for it, don’t you think?”

His lips curved into a smile, and he nodded eagerly. “Of course.”

Pouring sake was an art form in itself, and I performed it with care, tilting the flask just enough for the stream to flow smoothly into his cup. I did not fill it to the brim—leaving room, as custom dictated, for the exchange to continue throughout the evening. When his cup was full, I lifted my own, though I knew it would remain untouched.

“To your health, Goro-sama,” I said, lifting the cup toward him in a toast.

He raised his in return, his eyes never leaving mine. “And to your beauty, Y/n-sama.”

I smiled softly, lowering my gaze just enough to give him the illusion of modesty. When I brought the cup to my lips, I tilted it carefully, letting the liquid touch the rim without drinking a single drop. Years of practice had made the motion seamless, and no client had ever questioned it.

As the sake began to take its hold, loosening his tongue, I listened intently, offering soft words of encouragement whenever he hesitated. My role was not to interrogate but to guide—gently, subtly, until he revealed what I needed to know.

“Ah, you wouldn’t believe the treasures they talk about in the mountains,” he said, leaning closer as his voice dropped conspiratorially. “A relic of the heavens, they say. Cursed, too. Superstitious nonsense, of course.”

My hands rested lightly on my lap, my posture still perfect as my heart quickened. “How intriguing,” I said softly, tilting my head slightly. The ornaments in my hair chimed with the movement. “Such treasures must attract great interest, don’t they?”

He laughed, waving a hand dismissively. “Of course, of course. But only fools would risk such danger.”

I nodded, my eyes soft but calculating. Every word he spoke was another thread I could weave into the tapestry Chrollo sought. Every scrap of information was another step closer to his goals.

The thought of him lingered, unbidden. I imagined him seated here instead, his eyes dark and piercing as he unraveled my carefully constructed mask. He would see through it, as he always did, and for a fleeting moment, I would feel free. But he wasn’t here. He never was, not until I was at my breaking point. And when he left again, the cycle would start anew.

I pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the man in front of me. My performance was flawless, as it always was. No one could see the cracks beneath the surface—not my clients, not my kamuro, not even myself if I worked hard enough.

I smiled, pouring him another cup of sake as the conversation drifted back to more mundane topics. Every moment I spent here was for Chrollo, for the Phantom Troupe. It was the role I had chosen, the role he had given me.

The night was a haze of laughter, sake, and secrets—an endless dance of pouring, smiling, and listening. Each client blurred into the next, their voices slurring together, their hands gesturing wildly as they rambled about power, wealth, and forbidden treasures. I smiled through it all, my painted face unchanging, my posture flawless, my voice as sweet and measured as the first sip of sake they took. It was what they paid for, after all. A beautiful, elegant oiran who would hang onto their every word as though each one was a revelation.

Tonight’s guest was no different. He sat cross-legged across from me, cheeks flushed with drink, leaning forward as he recounted some grand scheme to obtain an ancient artifact. His words slurred as he spoke, and the faint sour smell of alcohol filled the space between us. I poured him another drink, tilting the flask just enough to fill his cup to perfection, my hands steady despite the tension coiling in my chest.

“Y/n-sama,” he said, his voice thick with intoxication, “you’re truly a treasure. I could sit here forever just talking to you and looking into your beautiful, crimson eyes.”

My smile didn’t waver. “You flatter me, Kozui-sama. But surely, there are more exciting things to dream about than me.”

His laughter was loud and coarse, ringing out in stark contrast to the delicate chime of the ornaments in my hair. I resisted the urge to flinch. It wasn’t the worst thing I’d endured tonight—not by far.

“Nothing more exciting than this!” he declared, raising his cup in a toast to me. His words tumbled out in a jumble of admiration and incoherence, and I nodded along, letting him believe I cared.

But I didn’t. Not about him, not about his words, not about any of this.

What I cared about—what kept me anchored here, night after night—was the thought of Chrollo. Of his rare, fleeting smiles when I’d done something that pleased him. Of the way his voice softened when he spoke to me, even though it was never enough to fill the void he left behind. I endured this for him. For the troupe. For the promise we made when we were children.

The memory came unbidden, sharp and bittersweet.

"We’ll leave this place together," Chrollo had whispered, his voice filled with conviction. We were huddled beneath the ruins of some long-abandoned building in Meteor City, the scent of rust and decay all around us. "We’ll find somewhere better. Somewhere we can be happy."

I had believed him. I had clung to that promise like a lifeline, dreaming of the day we’d escape the filth and despair of that cursed city. But we hadn’t left. Not together, not in the way we imagined.

And now, here I was, far from Meteor City but no closer to happiness.

I excused myself from the room once the client had passed out, his drunken stupor rendering him useless for any further conversation. The kamuro would deal with him now, ensuring he was escorted out with the illusion of grace and dignity.

The hallway was empty as I made my way back to my quarters, the heavy silks of my kimono rustling softly with every step. The ornaments in my hair felt like weights dragging me down, their beauty a cruel reminder of the life I led. A life I had chosen, yes, but one that suffocated me all the same.

When I reached my room, I slid the door shut behind me with a deliberate slowness. The air inside was thick with the scent of incense—sweet and cloying, an oppressive presence I couldn’t escape. My gaze swept across the room, landing on the gifts Chrollo had left for me over the years. They were everywhere. Hairpins, combs, silks, jewelry, books. Trinkets meant to fill the void of his absence.

But they didn’t.

They only made it worse.

My hands trembled as I reached up to remove the ornaments from my hair, one by one. The first clattered to the floor, then the next, and the next, until they lay scattered around me like the pieces of my carefully crafted facade.

The silk obi came next, its intricate folds unwinding as I tugged at it, the fabric slipping through my fingers like water. I yanked at the layers of my kimono, ripping them free in a frenzy until I stood there in my undergarments, shivering despite the warmth of the room.

My breathing was ragged, my chest heaving as I stared at the pile of silk and ornaments around me.

And then the tears came.

They spilled down my painted cheeks, smearing the carefully applied makeup as sobs tore from my throat. The sound was raw, guttural, a wretched cry that echoed in the empty room. I sank to my knees, clutching at the fabric strewn around me, my fingers tangling in the fine silks as though they could somehow ground me.

It wasn’t enough.

I needed him.

Why wasn’t he here?

The question burned in my mind, a relentless refrain that only fueled the storm inside me. He always showed up when I was at my worst, didn’t he? Always there to pick up the pieces, to hold me close and whisper words that felt like promises even if they weren’t.

But he wasn’t here now.

I curled in on myself, trembling as the sobs subsided into quiet hiccups. My mind retreated to a safer place, somewhere far from the crushing weight of reality. I thought of simpler times, of the games we played as children, of the laughter and warmth we shared. Of the way Chrollo used to look at me, back when we were just two kids dreaming of a better life.

I clung to those memories, letting them wrap around me like a fragile cocoon. But deep down, I knew they wouldn’t hold forever.

He tells me he loves me. He tells me he loves me He tells me he loves me He tells me he loves me

The room is quiet, save for the soft hum of my breathing. The air feels heavier than before, pressing down on me, though I can’t say why. I sit motionless, staring at nothing, my hands limp in my lap.

Then, I feel it—a shift in the atmosphere. It’s subtle, like the faintest ripple in still water, but it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. A presence.

I don’t move, unsure if I’m imagining things. My fingers twitch slightly, the only sign of my unease, but the feeling doesn’t go away. Instead, it grows, drawing nearer.

And then I know.

It’s him.

I don’t hear him approach, but I feel the weight of his gaze before I even turn. Slowly, as though time itself has slowed, I stand up and twist to face him.

Chrollo stands there, close enough to touch but impossibly distant, the dim light catching on the sharp angles of his face. His dark coat brushes his thighs, and his hands rest at his sides, one gloved, one bare. His eyes are fathomless, quiet yet intense, as if they hold all the answers I’ll never have the courage to ask for.

I can’t speak. Neither can he.

He steps forward, deliberate but unhurried, until he’s within reach. His gloved hand lifts first, the cool leather brushing against my cheek, and I flinch ever so slightly at the touch. The other hand, warm and bare, settles at my waist, the pressure gentle yet firm, guiding me closer.

My hands move on their own, gripping his coat tightly as if to tether myself to him. My fingers curl into the fabric, and I feel the coarse texture under my palms. My eyes trace his face—his sharp jaw, the faint shadow of stubble that catches the light, the way his lips remain parted, as though he’s about to speak but chooses not to.

I move forward without thinking, my body seeking his, pressing myself against him like a child reaching for something comforting. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as I rise onto my toes. His shoulder becomes my sanctuary, my forehead pressing against the rough fabric of his coat.

His arms shift, wrapping around me with a quiet tenderness. One hand rests against the small of my back, steady and anchoring, while the other brushes lightly against my hair. It’s not a tight hold—he isn’t clinging the way I am. His touch is measured, restrained, but he stays close, allowing me to bury myself in him.

I clutch him harder, fingers trembling as I tighten my grip. The fear that he’ll vanish seeps into me, and my chest aches with the weight of it. His presence is the only thing holding me together, even as he remains an enigma I can never fully grasp.

We sink down onto the futon, his movements slow and deliberate as he guides me to sit beside him. I don’t let go, my arms wrapped around him as though I can trap him here, keep him tethered to this moment.

His hands stay gentle, one resting lightly on my back, the other brushing over my arm. The contrast between his composure and my desperation gnaws at me, but I can’t bring myself to loosen my grip.

The room feels warmer now, his presence soaking into the air around us. Yet even with him here, the space between us feels vast, his silence an unspoken reminder of the things I can never understand about him.

I keep holding on, my face pressed against his shoulder, breathing in the faint, clean scent of him. My grip tightens further, my hands small and trembling against his broad frame. He doesn’t move to pull me away, but he doesn’t hold me as fiercely as I want him to.

Time slips past without meaning. My thoughts grow hazy, heavy, until exhaustion drags my eyelids shut.

And when I open them again, he’s gone.

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Rarities

Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!Albino!reader

Douma has been keeping you away from Muzan. He soon finds out and requests an both of you into the mansion. Because what demon wouldn’t be intrigued by a human that is sensitive to the sun. Angst, fluff. Reader is albino and therefore has the characteristics of albanism. Muzan is most likely out of character. This was a requested fic, however the original post kept deleting itself so I needed to scrap it and make a new one. Thanks to @cursetopia for requesting this it was interesting to write.

Your Pov

The room as cold and darkly lit as the only light was from a single candle on the far side of the room. Not that I minded absence of light as the sun was nearly umberable. I sat on my bed that master Douma provided me after "good behavior" or whatever that means. I can't leave or he'll kill me and my family and I can't risk that. How I long to see them, despite my apprearence they never hated me like the other villagers did. All they ever did was show me love. I curse the day that I was born. I stuck out everywhere, so its really no surprise that I was captured. In truth I hated myself and I despiretly wished I was normal because at least I'd have the chance at a regular life instead of being held captive by a demon.

The candle suddenly went out as I felt the room get even colder than before and I knew that he was here. His breath tickled the back of my skin and despite him randomly coming into my room, I forgot how to breathe.

"Ah you still get nervous when I see you, such a cute pet." He cooed that caused me to shudder internally. "You get to out today. My master wants to meet you." Douma spoke with annoyance

"Why?" I asked quietly

"You should know this by now, we demons are quite fond of humans that cannot be in the sun. Its almost like you're a demon yourself. Plus, your complextion is quite rare indeed. You're like a precious artifact." He cooed picking me up bridal style. I then suddenly found myself in a very large well lit room that seemed to go every which way. I was in awe as master Douma had never taken me to this place before.

"So this is the rare human that you have been keeping from me Douma?" A voice boomed overhead. I quickly shot my head up to see who this voice belonged to only to be met with gleaming pink-red eyes, that were somewhat similar to mine.

"Yes, my Lord Muzan this is her. Isn't she just ravishing, such a rare gem ought to be owned only by demons, don't you think?" My master cooed taking a strand of my snowy hair between his fingers. "She is my favorite pet." My master boasted.

"Tell me girl, how does the sun feel to you?" He questioned

"My Lord, the sun has always hurt my skin and I find it harder to see during the day." I spoke honestly and as respectfully as I could in a situation as nerve racking as this one. He nodded quietly and looked as though he was pondering something.

"She will come with me." Lord Muzan ordered suddenly.

"My Lord I have been taking care of this human for many years now, so she belongs to me." Master Douma spat. Muzan, without warning, then sent my masters head flying and I gasped at his speed and strength.

"Consider this payment for being an utter failure to me. I should kill you, but one of the upper moons was just killed recently, so I will be sparing you just this once." Lord Muzan demanded. Just as quick as it was gone, master Douma's head was now replace with a new one.

"Yes, My Lord." Douma bowed in defeat. He looked in my eyes and for the first time I noticed utter fear and hatred laced in them. I that look was not for me, but for the man that he called 'Lord.'

"Come girl." He ordered tunring from me and walking who-knows-where. I said nothing and followed knowing full well that if I did not, I might end up like master Douma, only I could not grow another head.

The sound of strumming vibrated the room and I felt the ground beneath me shift from up under my feet. As quick as a breath, I found myself standing in a semi well lit room that smelled like lavender and cherry blossoms. It was a rather large room with four doors, a large bed, bookcases filled with books, and decorated in many different fresh flowers. The room master Douma provided me was small and cold and most nights I had to bundle myself up just to feel an ounce of warmth. However, this room was engulfed with warmth, but not too much that the heat was overpowering. I looked upon the room freely until once more Lord Muzan was right in front of me and I found myself looking into similar colored eyes once more.

"This is where you will be staying from now on. If you should need anything on of the maids will see to it. If they can't, then your needs will be met by me. The room is connected to a house that you are free to wonder in. However, if you wish to go outside you must tell one of the maid that you are doing so. I will allow you to also see your family three times a year to keep you happy. They will also be kept safe as well." Lord Muzan spoke calmly

"Thank you, My Lord!" I nearly exclaimed at the thought of seeing my family again. "Forgive the question, but why have you gone to so much trouble?" I asked cringing at the fact that I even asked him this.

"I am not overly fond of anyone questioning me, but considering your situation I will allow it just once. Do you understand?" He quickly spat and I nodded my head showing my understanding as my words failed me. "You are here because you are a human worthy of life. Your unnatural hair is similar to that of a demons. As is your skin that is pale and lifeless yet beautiful. And your eyes that share a similar shade to mine, make you worthy of life and my protection. You, girl, are the very definition of a rarity and something that must be protected from humans and demons alike." Lord Muzan procalaimed stepping closer to me with a look in his eyes that I couldn't understand. I could feel his breath hit my face and I felt small as he towered over me. I was shocked to say the least as no one has ever truly told me I was worthy of life, not even master Douma. I slightly winced at the realization that other humans were trash to him, but I can't argue with him or else I would most likely suffer. "I must go now, there are things that I must attend to." Muzan spoke and just as quick as I met him, he was gone.

I let go a shaky breath that I was holding and walked over to the bed. Throwing myself on it I sighed in contentment to how soft it was. The room was comfortable to say the least, but now my situation was worse than before. I was being held hostage by Lord Muzan himself, but my tiredness washed away the feeling of panic. As did my relization that I would indeed be taken care of, but for how long. My eyes grew heavy and soon enough I closed my eyes and drifted off into the best sleep that I had gotten in years with thoughts of the man with similar eyes to mine.

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Can you do a headcanon for TVD? It’s about a fem!Reader who has albinism and doesn’t feel confident about it but the character reassures her or something like that. I have albinism and don’t see any docs about it at all.

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Hii pookie, I hope you like this! Also I rolled this into a WIP that I already had, when I saw your request I just felt like it would fit in perfectly so I rewrote it <3! Thank you so much for the request and please send more in the future if you like this 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Note: I do know a lot about feeling a little insecure about appearances. The route I took with this was comparing oneself to other black women which is something I sometimes catch myself doing (don't be like me, we're all beautiful guys) so I truly hope you like this and don't take offense at the way I went about this.

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❥ You were Klaus’s muse

❥ You did not know, and Klaus was choosing to keep it that way. For the first time in almost 1000 years, he was a little embarrassed at how stunned he was from your beauty

❥ When he saw you, he thought of a thousand new pieces. He honestly cannot explain why, and if you were to ask him he wouldn’t have an answer.

❥ And you did not feel the same way about yourself. Walking with Klaus was a spot light, all of New Orleans looking at you. Mostly with awe but you did not see it that way.

❥ Klaus just thinks that’s ridiculous. How can you not see your beauty, how can you not see how rare you are a literal one in a million beauty.

❥ You knew you were beautiful but when you compared yourself to others at times (a habit you tried time and time to break) you felt as if you’d never get picked first.

❥ So when Klaus Mikaelson himself landed eyes on you just minding your business at a coffee shop, and immediately began “courting” you, you were a little taken aback.

❥ Little did you know, from that day Klaus was drawing ornate sketches of you. He was sketching your curly hair, painting you almost obsessively when you first started going out, taking delight in finding the light strands of hair on his pillow from the night before while you took a shower

❥ We all know Klaus loves things you don't commonly see. He loves you. He loves your unique qualities, but he also loves you. He makes sure you know; he makes sure to compliment you, give you odd little pet names that show his affection in his own Klaus way.

❥ So when he comes home one night from a late-night stroll and saw you laying down in bed while scrolling through Instagram still in your pajamas. You had not moved from that same spot he had left you in when he woke up that afternoon, he knew something was up. Especially after you just muttered a greeting and continued scrolling.

"What the matter my love?"

"Nothing. I'm just tired."

"Tired? You've been in bed all day. If you're tired take a nap in the soft, luscious sheets we have."

❥ And you just roll your eyes in a mix of sadness and annoyance. Not even laughing out a little 'shut up' at him or just ignoring him with a little smile. You just roll your eyes, ignore his little remark and pull the sheets up tighter around yourself

❥ You don't look like the other black women on the street, you look different. This isn't a secret; it's clearly not something you can hide. And do you know you're beautiful? Yes. But still sometimes there's a nagging little voice in the back of your mind.

❥ And Klaus hates that voice with every fiber of his being.

He'd sit down softly next to you and run a large hand over the curve of your side while you kept staring at the screen. Rubbing his hand up and down your side, fingers grazing over your back while you let out a soft sigh.

"I don't know Klaus. I just feel...weird today. Like, less than beautiful. Sometimes I feel like a circus act or something. Did you know that 1 in 17,000 people have albinism? Why did I have to be the one?"

❥ Wordlessly, he'd slowly urge you out of the bed and slowly bring you to the mirror.

"What do you see?"

"Is this a new trick? I see me."

❥ You'd be looking at him with confusion through the glass with a light eyebrow raised and your light eyes glancing through at him. He shakes his head, planting a smooch to your forehead.

"I see a rare beauty. I see a beauty I could search a thousand more life times searching the world for and never find. You can feel as insecure as you'd like but it changes nothing: you are beautiful. And you are far more than your albinism, and I love each part of your personality and appearance darling."

❥ It was simple words that ordinarily are just really cheesy. But that was all you needed before you felt much better

❥ There's a picture of you on Pinterest, Rebekah showed Klaus and he was beaming with pride because finally the rest of the world was appreciating your beauty

❥ He keeps his array of paintings of you slightly hidden. If you ask, he will show you. He keeps them in a different part of his art studio, a part of his studio that he keeps to himself like a part of his heart.

❥ Overall, Klaus adores you. Even if there are days when you don't see it, he always does. And Klaus will always let you know.

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𝓘𝓷 𝓜𝔂  𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐰𝐚, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ x ᴀʟʙɪɴᴏ! ꜰᴇᴍ! ɴᴀ'ᴠɪ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴅ- ᴡᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ

Tw: under age mating? angst, upset Neytiri, recrimination against reader, over all fluff

Author’s note: A part two had been asked, so here you go :) Sorry if it feels short

P.s. Next I’ll be working on a part two of Tears and Book pages. Sorry for the long wait

Masterlist

That same night Neteyam took you to the tree of souls, you put on a zip up jacket and let your mother know that you’d be back, in which she had told you to stay safe. You had heard of the Tree of souls, you wanted to visit it for some time, but you always felt as if you should never step foot in sacred na’vi grounds. When you both got there it was empty, thank Eywa. 

You saw how the tree glowed just like any other plants in the forest. You were looking at the tree in awe, seeing some woodsprite dancing around the tree. It looked beautiful, as you walked through the tree, you had stick out your arms, feeling the tassels of the tree softly slipping across your arms. “I’ve never seen such thing, I always wished to come here” you said as Neteyam had been smiling at you, seeing that woodsprite had approached you, landing on your hand that you had stretched out, it slightly tickled your palm.

Neteyam could only just stare at you, seeing you happy made him happy, he just knew he was doing the right thing. He then took your hands into his once the woodsprite had flown away. He guided you down, both of you getting on your knees, facing each other. “Before anything, are you sure about it?” Neteyam asked with worry on his face, but cupped his face then leaned in, giving him a little peck on the cheek. “Of course I am sure, I want to be your mate” you said making him smile.

“It is sealed, we are now mates.” Neteyam mentioned, you the threw yourself at him, hugging him tightly in which he also hugged you back. You felt happier than ever, you also felt Neteyam’s happiness as well. You then looked up at him, seeing him smile back at you. “I love you Neteyam” you said hugging him tighter, Neteyam chuckled, holding you close to him. “And I love you y/n” he said as he continued to hold you.

Once Neteyam walked you back home, he headed back to his, he already knew he was going to get into trouble for coming later. When he arrived, he saw Jake and Neytiri outside, they had a disapproving look on their faces, but his mother’s face, it was one of anger. “Where were you?!” Jake ask his son, who was now in front of him. “I was with y/n, sir” he said looking up at his father, then Neytiri stepped in.“What were you doing with that fake?” she asked as Neteyam looked at his mother, she knew, of course she knew. There was no trying to hide it, so he just confessed. “Y/n and I are mates, we have mated before Eywa, it is done” he said, making Neytiri’s face turn to one of fury.

“Mate?! You have mated with a fake!? A dreamwalker!?” She screamed in his face. “She is not a fake! She is a na’vi, just like Kiri!” Neteyam yelled back, Neytiri looked at him, still enraged. “Why did it have to be her?! Why her!? She is not one of the people!” she said as Jake tried to calm his mate but she hissed at him. “She isn’t because you had made her feel like she doesn’t belong here when she does! Every time she had tried to please you, you looked at her as if she was nothing, she has tried to become one of the people but you never saw her as one!” Neteyam protested, feeling his eyes fill up in tears. “In my eyes, she’s is everything to me, she is my everything, no matter if she’s not one of the people”

Neytiri looked at her son in the eyes. “She is different, she is not worth being a Tsahik by your side, she is weak” she said, her son only looked at her, letting his tears fall from his eyes. “She is not weak, she will be the best Tsahik the whole clan as ever known, she is now my mate, she will forever be my mate until death do us part” he said as Neytiri just groaned and walked back in the tent. Leaving Jake and Neteyam by themselves.

“Son, I-” before Jake could finish Neteyam spoke “I know I shouldn’t have talked to her in that way, but you gave me the right to choose my mate, and I choose Y/n” he said as Jake only looked at his son. He knew better than anyone how it must bee like to be seeing as different, a demon. “I know, I support your decisions, just give your mother time. You also have to talk to y/n’s mom as well.” He said as Neteyam only nodded and muttered a yes sir. They both went inside the tent.

The next morning, Neteyam had come early to the lab and talk to your mother. When she found out about you and Neteyam, she was surprised, since you were both still young to mate, you did so anyway. She did warn you on planning in having a not family any time soon, at least your mother had been okay with you two being mates. Neteyam had told you about his mother’s reaction, this was what you were afraid of, Neytiri not approving of your relationship with her son. When his siblings had found out, they had let out a huge sigh of relief, it turns out that they had been waiting for years that you and Neteyam finally confess to one another

Neteyam had mentioned that you had to start your Tsahik training, since he one day will be the Olo'eyktan and you will be by his side. “What!? Tsahik?! But, I’m not one of the people” you said shocked, sitting in your bed, while Neteyam was sitting on the floor in front of you. “That is okay, you technically are, you have bonded with a banshee, you just need to learn other things such as hunt” he said, while he played with your hand.

“Neteyam, you already know what happened last time, I can’t do things others can’t” you said, remembering everything that Neytiri has said to you, about you not being capable of doing things the other na’vi did. “That is okay, you don’t have to be like everyone else, as they hunt in the day, you can hunt during the night” he said as he now went over and sat next to you. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, as he rubbed arm. “Please, lets try it again, not for me or anyone, but for yourself, show everyone that you can be just like them.” Neteyam said as he kissed your head.

You thought about it, it was true, you were doing it for everyone. You had tried becoming one of the people to try and please everyone, that you had forgotten about yourself. It was decided, this time you were doing it for yourself. “You’re right, I’ll do it for me” you said looking into Neteyam’s eyes. He smiled and gave you a small peck on your lips, making you return the gesture. 

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[the-friendly-entity]

Can I request: Headcanons of you fem s/o being albino shy and gentle to male characters of Raiden, Kung Lao, Kenshi, Lui Kang, Baraka, Syzoth, Havik, Reiko, Shang Tsung and Rain please?

[ ~"Angel"~ ] - Mortal Kombat 1

Ohhh what an interesting prompt!!! I never knew humans could be albinos! this was so interesting to learn! thanks human! I hope you like what I make up in here <3

What contains? Albino Reader, Female Reader, Shy Reader, Gentle Reader

How is visualized as? Cople Relation Ship, Family Relation Ship, Friend Relation Ship

Raiden

-He definitely is surprised looking at you, is very rare to find albinos humans so your interesting traits caught his eyes, of course, he will be respectful and not make you uncomfortable, but he has to admit you are hard to not stop looking

-Your being shy makes Raiden see this as very cute and he understands, he will be nice to you and respect your boundaries, he will never force you if you do not feel ready for something, he will let you feel comfortable and ready with anything

-Another thing Raiden finds cute but mostly, respect and trust with you is your gentle personality, even though you are shy you are there for people, like after he trains you always give him towers and even fruits if he feels hungry after the training, he really appreciates all this actions from you

-He of course, is interested in knowing more about you, it is very common for you two to talk for hours, being Raiden the one who talks and you hearing him, or the opposite way, is not matter as you two having a good time, normally in the gardens of the template

Kung Lao

-Ditto but oh man, he not hiding his surprised, straight-out mouth open, wide eyes looking at you, this makes you feel even more shy of looking Kung Lao expression, eyes never leaving you, Raiden is the one to put Kung Lao to his place

-He will take any moment to be near you and talk to you, for not say giving you praises of your appearance and albino traits, this makes you so shy! Your white skin will not hide your blush, something Kung Lao likes, of course if you dont like this kind of interaction Kung Lao understands and respects your boundaries, after all he does not like Jhonny

-He finds adorable like even though you are shy you are gentle with everyone, is normal Kung Lao to get a little injured after training, sometimes due he overpasses the limits and gets into the adrenaline of the battle, you always there to help him with this injures, even are not serious you always insist to help hi with it, and who is him to denied this gentle request?

-He likes to admire you when you are in places where the sunlight is giving they best, due he can admired you, is like you are a angel who fall from he heaven ya know? i think the best thing you two like to do is take walks, where? who cares! as long you two are together and talking and enjoy the time

Kenshi Takahashi

-Sadly he can't see your albino traits :( but at least with Sento (sometimes) can see how pretty you are, he will not say anything mostly to not make you uncomfortable, but if you ever have insecurities about your appearance he will be there to tell you otherwise, his words are always honest

-He understands why you are shy, after all his appearance is not the best to give "friendly" vibes, and lest not mention he was a yakuza...but he will never will give this information to you, the least he wanna do is scared you and be more afraid of him

-He flushed in your gentle personality, how always you insist on helping him with his "eyes", he always says he ok and that already healed even so he let you check him, so your fingers carefully touch near his "eyes" all light touches, and you always came up with some medicine recipes to make him feel better (mostly cream recipes) he dont see any of this necessary after all, his injures as bee already heal, but that not mean he very thankful and flushed from you gentle actions

-He likes to hear you, after all, he is not a very talker person, but he will indeed talk if you have questions or you are interested to know what he did for the day, etc. The most common topic is always about him, you are just very curious about how he deals life being blind, and you always praise him, you gentle behavior as seems to have no limits

Reiko

-He dint know humans could be this pretty, that the first thing that crossed his mind, looking at you from the distance, looking at each of your albino traits, at some point he can't believe humans could look like that, something of course make you shy from feeling his eyes on you

-He thinks you are shy becuse of him, his appearance are not the best, after all, he is a soldier and you tenecly an angel was a discreet difference, but he never crosses your limit, he lets you feel comfortable around him as long you need

-Even though you have that shy behavior, your gentle behavior was most stronger one, you are always there to help him with any injury he has after a battle, he most of the time shows himself stronger denies your request, but after insisting he let you attend his injures, even he dont show thankful for this gentle actions from you, he inside he is

-I think he most of the time ask you about your appearance, of how humans can look like this and how happen to be that way, good thing you know how to answer him, after all a lot of people as ask you almost the same questions, even this questions can be seen just Reiko being curious, he worried about you, you are a easy target being so white and so pretty, he will make sure you not fall from any danger

Rain

-Thanks of your Albino's traits, now he is interested in knowing Human biology and every aspect of it, but besides that he will not be like the rest just watching in the distance, he will approach at you and talk to you fully interested to know about you and of course, praise you albino traits something make you feel shy

-He understands why you are shy, i mean, your albino traits make you be in the spotlight, eyes always on you, people are always interested about you, he can understand that overwhelming experiece you have to deal all the time, and not starting the people who will take any chance to use you, i guess sometimes being so pretty and unique can be also a curse

-He finds it cute that your gentle behavior of always want to help him, any magic he wants to try, always you helping him giving him the ingredients he needs, but he mostly appreciate when you gentle is a pure state, just being nice with people in general, is something he respect

-Yall like to walk at the beach, enjoy the sound of the water while the sun is slowly fading away to give the welcome to the moon, Rain is the most talked one in these moments, but if you need something to say he all hears, posebly you two like recollect shells and if any luck pearls

Baraka

-Eyes on you, he feels overwhelmed by your appearance, is this a joke? Is he hallucinating? or you are an actual angel finally gonna take him to the other life? he needs time to process what he seeing so surely you already left due feeling shy about having his eyes on you :(

-After that he will apologize of his before behavior he dint want to make you uncomfortable, he feels very sorry about it, and mostly...after all you two are so different, you are an angel and he was a monster, he understands you feel afraid of him and he will not have hard feelings if you think that way

-but gentle behavior kicks in fast if Baraka shows or talks about it, telling him he is not a monster, none of this is he fault due is the Tarkat, and mostly even he looks a "monster" outside you know Baraka was the sweet and kind person in the inside, something that flatters him for you gentle behavior and words

-He keeps more distance from you, he dont want you to get the tarkat from him so he makes sure to be very distant but still egnoft you still can see each other, he thinks the same as Reiko, you are an easy target, anyone can take you due you beauty, even he can't be al the time with you he will make sure does time you two are together, keep you safe from anyone

Shang Tsung

-Ho,ho,ho~ he is very interested in you, and already has a smug expression as looks all your albino traits, nonetheless, he is impressed and seeing you shy due he looking at you feel his ego, he will not doubt to get close to you and use that snake tongue to give you praises and nice words

-Seeing you so shy around him, he adores it~ and he will take this for his on enjoyment and fun, how you blush, how you shake you body of how shy you are, you just so fragile, so easy~

-Even so, he is impressed of gentle you are with him, he can't understand why you are that way, he sees you like a very easy target, someone too easy to break, after all he is a bad guy, you are just a rabbit talking to a snake, you was in such danger, but dont worry, Shang Tsung will not hurt you....yet

-He wonders if your Albino traits are just to make you look pretty or have something real useful for sorcery, dont worry like I say he will not hurt you yet, so mostly he will take parts of your hair without you noticing and use it to investigate what he can found with it

Syzoth

-Eyes on you in awe, you are just so pretty, he dont have words another that look at you in the distance, he noticed you noticed him and how you go away, soon realized he acidently make you uncomfortable

-He will approach, giving you personal space and apologies for what happened before, telling you you are pretty and more praise, he was shy as you so you two have very small talks before feeling comfortable arround each other

-He flushed at your gentle behavior, if his tail is out you can notice it moving back and forth anytime is near you, you already know about is a zaterran, possibly because he told you when was presenting to you or some of his friends told you, curious to know his Zaterran form, sadly he won't show you, he dont want to scare you, but telling him you not gonna be scared of him and he not need to be insecure about his appearance, is something calms him...maybe in a near future he will show you his zaterran form

-You remind him Ashrah and surely in no time he presents you at her (Soon you three become the best friend group), he likes to give you white flowers and white gemstones and white feathers, gifts that remind him to you, is something at always make you blush of his gentle behavior

Havik

-He thinks you are an Angel, he never saw a human like you before, so he makes him hard to believe you are a human, its a confusing scenario for both of you

-Havik understands why you are shy at him, or more easily to say scared, his appearance and mostly his face are not the best for a first impression, and let's not mention his powers...so he does not mind if you scared to arpoche at him

-Even if you are shy your gentle behavior is most stronger, worried about the big injury Havik have in his mouth, he dont care about it but he let you to touch it, feeling that light touches on his injury, you ask him why his powers dint work to health this injure? he questions that too long time ago, Quan Chii powers look like have some flaws

-He thinks the same as Baraka and Reiko, you are an easy target, you pretty appearance can get you a lot of problems with people wanna use it, and he will not let that happen, he not let someone hurt you

Liu Kang

-He looks at you but has a very calm and even tender expression, is a surprised to see an albino human so is a nice surprise for him, even though you feel shy having his eyes on you somehow you also feel comfortable and safe, maybe a difference of the others just look in surprised, liu kang was more calmest one and his expression give all the hints of "you are pretty" sings in the most honest way

-He understands why you are shy, and he gives you all the space and time you need to feel comfortable to approach, is been times Liu Kang is just sitting meditating, eyes closed and cleaning his mind, when he can feel your steps getting close to him and you just sit next to him, sometimes doing the same, is a nice experience, no words, just enjoying both company

-He saw what you do with his friends, how gentle you are to help him in any kind they need, you always there for everyone and that sweet and admirable, that has to be rewarded right? you dont need to be sweet to him, he already knows you are a kind heart, so please, just enjoy the picnic!

-Knowing is a god, you surely ask him about your albino traits even personality, if was all his plan to be this way, he responds you with a no, he dint plan you come out with all these traits, he only interfered and did stuff to the world, but most of the time he not interfered or control people life, so you came out like this normally

[sleepingdeath-light]

albino s/o hcs ; hunter

requested by ; anonymous (29/04/23)

fandom(s) ; the owl house

fandom masterlist(s) ; main | hunter-only

character(s) ; hunter wittebane

outline ; “hii i love your writing! i am wondering if you could do some headcanons for hunter x albino! witch! reader? im talking white hair, purple hair, light sensibility etc all ths traits”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

hunter is initially quite shocked by your appearance because, as is the case in the human realm, albinism is an exceptionally rare trait for witches or demons to have

of course he’s not rude about it or anything, but it’s the standard ‘oh’ kind of reaction that you’ve probably gotten throughout your life

but after that initial surprise you do end up getting along quite well, which would inevitably progress into a relationship

after the whole day of unity/titan-belos-monstrosity thing, anyway

and it’s a pretty normal relationship all things considered

like you make fun of each other and laugh together

you make each other smile so broadly your cheeks hurt and speak so much your throats ache

you’re affectionate and silly and so very in love as you spend the first few years of your life together finding yourselves and growing as people and helping rebuild your home

he spends his days working on his craft as a palisman carver under dell’s guidance and his nights working with you to help make your home a better, safer place

since his shifts start so early (at his own insistence, mind you), he’ll leave you with a kiss on the cheek and a note on his side of the bed reminding you to wear your sunglasses out

he knows your eyes are sensitive and he also knows that there are days where you end up rushing out of the door and forgetting them in the mayhem of the morning rush

that being said he thinks your eyes are absolutely stunning and insists that their colour is his favourite thing in the universe

he compliments you on them often as a result — so i hope you’re not too easily flustered

hunter also thinks your hair looks cool but he doesn’t comment on it much — not unless you style or cut it a specific way, of course

he’s massively protective over you and has a very short fuse when it comes to those who are trying to judge or insult you for your condition

he may no longer be the golden guard, but he still knows how to throw a punch and he isn’t afraid to get dirty to protect you

even if you end up having to patch him up afterwards

he means well, at least!

[xjulixred45x]

Zagreus (Hades) x Albino! Mortal!Reader

Imagine that the reader is a mortal who lives (unknowingly) near the gates of the Underworld (perhaps near one of the temples in honor of Hades next to the Cocytus River), and not only that, but she was born with ALBINISM.

I mean, skin very sensitive to sunlight, eyes just as sensitive, hair without color, etc.

Thanks to this, she gained a certain reputation in her hometown, both good and bad, but the general consensus was that her "exotic" appearance would make a good trophy wife.

So the reader resorted to an old Greek custom, covering herself as much as possible with veils and cloth, not only to protect herself from the sun, but to give the illusion that she was married to someone important, someone her suitors were afraid of.

and it works, sort of, but unwanted attention one way or another appears, so she decides to take a break from the people at the temple in honor of Hades, knowing that no one would dare go there.

What she didn't expect was to have company at some point.

Let's say this is for when Persephone returns to the Underworld and Zagreus goes to the surface at first just to tend to his mother garden, but eventually wants to wander, which leads to him stumbling upon the temple to Hades.

which leads to him running into reader.

Even if he dies before talking to her, curiosity is quite powerful, Zagreus knows that his father has very little culture (and understands VERY well why) so seeing a mortal for the first time and on top of that one who adored his father ? unusual.

The next time he surfaces he goes directly to the temple, and there is the reader, taking care of the almost abandoned place a little.

Definitely both at first are a bit wary of each other, mainly reader to Zag because of her bad experiences with men, but once she sees that he is a friendly guy (I say "see" as a way of saying because with all the veils that she wears she doesn't see shit) starts having a conversation with him.

Zagreus thinks that Reader surely uses the veils as a way to cover herself from the cold at first, but since Demeter has softened towards mortals and better times are coming and Reader continues wearing veils, Zag is confused. Isn't she roasting in there?

At the same time, as reader also covers her eyes to protect them, She probably does not know or realize at the beginning that Zagreus is a god, simply because she does not see the need to remove the veil to find out what this friendly person looks like. although she definitely thinks it's strange that be disappears after a couple of hours out of nowhere. rude.

It takes several trips to the surface for both to open up, which causes both to begin to generate a certain playful dynamic taking advantage of the circumstances. It's something...tender.

Zagreus learns more about mortal customs and their history thanks to the reader, how they see the gods, how they differ, in general, it is something quite important for Zagreus, being more empathetic than his relatives, he wants to be aware of how the gods live, as well mortals. After all, without them the gods have no work, right?

Reader definitely didn't buy Zagreus about being the son of Hades at first, and it will take a little time for her to believe it, but I think the most important step for both of them would be to know why Reader is always covered and her condition.

Let's say that one day while being outside (reader in the shade and Zagreus in the sun) Zagreus accidentally pulled a bit of the reader's lower veil while playing and that generated a HORRIBLE burn on her arm, poor boy felt so guilty :(

Although it also helped him to start connecting the dots for him because she was always so covered, and he just started asking about her condition in order to help her.

The reader would tell him some basics of her condition and how it affected her life in many ways. Coming to the topic of suitors. and I imagined something like this:

"So you wear your veils to protect yourself from the sun?"

"not only that...women in my city usually cover themselves when they get married"

"(between berserk and heartbroken mode) are you...married?"

"Oh no! Gods no! It's just a move I made to protect myself from both the sun and the men who won't leave me alone!"

"Are they that bad? Do you think that will stop them for long?"

"The worst... and the more covered the woman is, the more powerful the husband is. What do you think these men think when they see a woman covered from head to toe?"

"that you must be married to the king of Olympus himself"

when the reader finally decides to show Zagreus her face and as you can see, boy is so ANXIOUS, because well, he was already quite in love with this girl just with her personality and her attitude, so being able to put a face to the name was simply exciting . And when she takes it off? he dies (figuratively).

And for her part, the reader is quite surprised to see that INDEED her recent friend not only has a strange divine aura but also fucking BURNING FEET and begins to believe his anecdotes much more 😅

Zagreus getting her Ambrosia 🥺 I have the hc that in normal living humans the ambrosia of Hades has a certain healing effect (as ambrosia had a rejuvenating effect in mythology) and perhaps thanks to this reader can walk in the sun without getting hurt.

Zagreus definitely dislikes reader's suitors as much (or even more) than she does. If she wants him to scare them, he'll be happy to do it :)

(It goes without saying, if the reader ends up in the Underworld suddenly, er, because of the suitors, Zagreus is DEFINITELY going to retaliate by giving them a direct step to Tartarus).

If reader could somehow go to the house of Hades (maybe for Charon) she would be SO HAPPY that finally there is no sun damaging her skin or stupid men harassing her, being able to move freely is so.. MAGICAL! Her joy is contagious to Zagreus, who had already gotten used to seeing her always confined by her clothes and veils, but this is not bad at all.

Overall, I think it's a cute concept😚

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

Soon i may or may not post something about Achilles! So, stay tuned.

[nosyrobin]

🫧𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐭🫧

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

Dick Grayson x gn! reader

Context: Y/N is a mutant hybrid of a human plus an albino/white bat mixed together.

Could be seen platonic or romantic in your eyes!

💗NO ONES POV:💗

Day: 1, late morning

Y/N opened their eyes, pink glowing eyes shined against their walls. Sighing as they hopped off the ceiling, loosening their footing and falling on their stomach. They have gotten sick, coughing as Y/N shiver. The certain hybrid is wearing their matching silk white pj's. Robin enters into the bat's room with a tray of medicine and fruits. Small fruits, specially.

"....are you..okay?"

You groaned looking up at him with puffy eyes, your pink eyes slowly turned into [eye color] eyes. Feeling weak and tired.

"No Dick. I'm not okay; I'm sick, tired, and sick." You sneezed to which Dick only rolled his eyes behind his eye mask. He helps you up while still holding the tray.

"Well. It seems that today there weren't be no crimes today. So you get to relax with the rest of the team. Or mostly you get to relax and be isolated. We can't risk—

"Yeah yeah, blah blah blah. 'We can't risk the others getting sick'. I heard it before Dick."

Dick puts you in the bed, tucking you in and laying the tray of medicine on your nightstand. "Listen, I know you hate being sick. I hate you being sick too cause it pains me to see you this way." Robin puts his gloved hand against your head.

You shivering from the hand made him frown. He turns around, you watch as he does something with the tray. "Here, take this." Your eyes widen, trying to shuffle away from the medicine cup. Robin narrowed his eyes and brows, gritting his teeth as he grabbed your silk pj shirt to make you stay still, then shoved the liquid medicine in your mouth.

You gagged but still sallowed. Ready to try and fight Dick, you felt drowsy suddenly and fell asleep. Robin smiled as he got up and pushed a bowl of fruits towards you in case you wake up again hungry.

"Sweet dreams Y/N."

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Day: 2, late evening.

Waking up in a cold sweat, you opened your [e/c] eyes. Your eyes felt heavy despite sleeping. Turning your head, you see the bowl of fruits. You sat up quickly and shoved, chewed and sallowed the delicious fruits. You loved the taste of your favorite fruits in the bowl.

Not hearing someone enter, you felt a hand push your sweaty hair off your face. You glanced up to see blue eyes and black hair. Knowing who it is, you smiled a wide grin.

"Dickkk!" You said, you were currently loopy from the medicine. You still ate the fruits to which Dick sat on the side of your bed and looks at the tray of medicine he had out for you. Starfire had made you her homeland soup. But knowing you, you won't be able to take it so Dick made soup himself and put it on the tray.

"Hey N/N...how do you feel?" He says, pouring medicine into a medicine cup. You giggled, you were clearly loopy and drugged from the medicine he had given you as you just leaned against the acrobat leader. "I feel funny!" You said with hazy eyes as you then dropped your body against your bed.

Dick laughed as he held a cup up to you. "Cmon, drink this one and you're done with medicine Y/N..." you narrowed your eyes at the grape flavored medicine. You tried to swat it out of dick's hand to make it spill onto for the boy wonder to grab your arm.

"Nope. You need this or you won't be able to get better baby." You scoffed, as you tried to retort only for dick to shove the liquid again down your throat. You coughed, but sallowed it. Dick just gave you a sympathetic look as you looked at him in betrayal. He shrugged with a weary smile as he soon notice your (e/c) eyes are becoming pink.

"The medicine is working, and their powers are coming back." Dick thought as he gave you the hot soup to distract you. Which worked as you gulped down the soup viciously. He sighed and laid beside you as you just ate, and ate til you fell asleep against robin's chest.

Putting an arm around you as he yawns, he knew he wouldn't get sick that easy as he just pats your back and smile at you. Your sleeping face looked adorable to him as he just closed his own eyes.

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Day: 3, dark morning

Waking up, you felt the other side of your bed cold. You sat up, your pink eyes blazing your room. You see a note by you, picking it up reading it. You couldn't help but smile.

"Hey! I hope you wake up at a good time to read this. I'm currently in my room if you need anything. I left more fruits for you, since yknow, bat cravings. But any so, I hope you are feeling more better as I will check your temperature soon."

-Signed by Dick, your best friend

"Well, at least I do feel better now." You thought as you put the note down stretched yourself. As you checked your window, you can still see streetlights brightly. Raising your hand up, a string of light flows to your palm. You sigh in relief as your eyes glow a bright pink. Smiling you felt relief to not be sick.

Plus, being isolated in your own little bat cave did make you feel sad to not get much sunlight. You drew and read books to pass time. You didn't even know time pass that much as you were hanging upside down with the sun coming up fully. Your door opened to see dick, in his Robin costume and mask. He seemed to smile at you being up and early.

"I see that you're okay." You hopped off the ceiling and immediately hugged him. He stood his ground and lifted you up a bit as his arms were wrapped around your waist.

"Yep! I feel alot better dude. I feel like I could fight crime even." You disappeared from his hold and started to do karate moves. Robin just laughs as he pats your head. "Yeah well, you have it take it easy before you fully feel healthy again."

You just nodded and smiled at him. Robin stared at you, or more like your face.

"You're still beautiful just like when we were kids..." he mutters, your ear twitches before looking up at him.

"What did you say?" Robin wasn't looking at you. His face was stone cold, emotionless as you raised a brow. "Nothing." He says heading to your door. "Just...watch your limit. You just got off of being sick." He says before fully leaving your room.

Silence hung in the air. You heard him clearly, you always heard things clearly. You smiled softly as you chuckled at the boy wonder who was just in your room. You went to your bathroom to take a shower. Not knowing a certain boy wonder's face was red at how he could just say that to his best friend.

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A/N: my first time writing for dick Grayson Robin since im in my teen titans era! Let me know if you liked it or not‼️

[newkatzkafe2023]

Not sure if you did this yet, but how would the monkeys react to meeting an albino female monkey reader?

SOOO PRETTY YOU WILL BE🤩😍

(Lmk Wukong) He is starstruck and in awe of your appearance, especially you snow white Fur. He might have a few questions about your fur, but you were just so adorable and fluffy he couldn't take it. His favorite pass time is cuddling you close to him, and he would be out like a light once his face touches your fur.

(MKR Wukong) What a beautiful snowball you are, and he wants to cherish and observe you. He always finds himself petting and napping in your fur along with fruity. He also likes how you would hide on the snowy areas of the journey and would ambush him with kisses.

(NR Wukong) Your fur color kinda reminds him of his, and it's a wonderful look on you. You were the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he wasted know time flirting with you. You would giggle and purr at him. You were such a pretty snowflake and would shower you with compliments. Not to mention you were so fluffy and adorable as he cuddles you on the couch.

(HIB Wukong) Man, he saw you from miles away with how fluffy and pale you are. Your white fur makes you stick out like a sore thumb, but if you didn't stick out, he would have noticed how pretty you actually look. Although he thought you would never freely speak with him, you came up to him. With that, you both found to have a lot more in common.

(Netflix Wukong) His mind was blown as he's never seen a monkey like you before. You were a fluffy female albino monkey, with all white Fur like a giant snowflake. He found himself making his way to you and introducing himself as the monkey king. Though you weren't all that impressed with him, you did find him funny and really enjoyed talking to him. Wukong still marvels at the rare sight that is you.

(BMW Wukong) His jaw dropped at your appearance like seriously he's been around for years, but he's never seen someone like you. Not only were you a female monkey, but a albino monkey was all white fur he couldn't stop looking at you. You were such a rare and elusive sight for him, and he wanted to know more about you for centuries to come.

(Destined one) He...for once he wasn't sure what to think of this, he's never seen a monkey like you before. You were a gorgeous female albino monkey. Such a rare sight you are. He had questions. Though you were also very friendly and social, happily chatting him up and the destined one, he found himself starting a beautiful relationship with you.

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[philokaliist]

'Snowflake'

Clarisse La Rue x Albino!Fem!Reader

A/N:More hc's on the way!Luke fics are also wip!

I feel like she would constantly tease you about your eyes twitching in the sun, but she'd also low-key make sure you have sunglasses all the time. Like, "Here, put these on,pretty girl. Don't want you going blind or something."

I feel like she would grumble about having to deal with sunscreen, but secretly she enjoys applying it to your pale skin, all protective and stuff. "Stay still,snowflake.Don't want you getting burnt." because she knows how much it hurts given how sensitive your skin is.

She LOVES stealing your hoodies because she says it's like wearing a cloud. "Softest hoodie in camp, hands down.Almost as soft as you."

I feel like she would totally get jealous if anyone else tries to tease you about your unique traits. She's like, "Back off, she's mine to tease."

Imagine her trying to braid your hair, but she's all gruff about it. "Stop moving,pretty thing.I'm not good at this, but it's better than your hair getting tangled." especially if you had longer hair.

So I feel like she would totally have a secret collection of sun hats for you. "Just wear one,snowflake.It's not that hard."

I feel like she would get protective if anyone makes fun of you.She's ready to throw down. "You got a problem with how they look? Say it to my face."

She LOVES bragging about your beauty to her friends, but she does it in a very smug way. "Yeah,my girlfriend here is a vision. Deal with it."

She deff calls you "Casper" sometimes as a joke.

She loves the moments when you let her be the big spoon. "Yeah, that's right,pretty girl.I'm the tough one, remember?" But you both know she secretly loves it.

If someone ever makes a comment about your appearance, she's quick to jump in and shut them down.Clarisse is fiercely protective of you.

She loves planning late-night stargazing sessions because the lack of harsh sunlight makes you more comfortable. She won't admit it's for you, though; she just insists she likes the stars.

During capture the flag, she's always got your back. It's like having your own personal bodyguard, and she'd get all defensive if anyone even looks at you funny.

When it's super sunny, and you can't avoid being outside, she'll grumble but end up walking with you to keep you her shadow.

If someone asks about your haie,eyes or skin or anything else, she's quick to snap at them, shutting down any insensitive comments. She doesn't tolerate anyone messing with you if it's not her - and she never even means the half-assed jokes she makes half of the time.

She's not the biggest fan of PDA, but she'll subtly hold your hand or wrap her arm around you when she thinks no one is looking.

If someone challenges her or disrespects you, Clarisse is ready to throw down. She's not afraid to assert herself,proving she's got your back.

On the rare occasions when you catch her being extra sweet,she brushes it off like it's nothing. But you can see it in her eyes - she's head over heels for you,even if she won't say it out loud.

A/N:I'll probably make a fic like this soon instead of hc's.I just gotta get an idea on what to write tbh.

[mydearneteyam]

Heyy, i already made a request abt a Aonung x Albino Navi/Navi from a cold region and u wanted that the request were more specific so im just going to give u more ideas:

Like i was thinking the reader is like a messenger (i think that its the word) from her clan for the exchange of materials between the two clans, so Aonung and the reader saw eachother before and it was like love at first sight (u can change this if u want tho but i imagine like aonung felt so attracted to them bcs it was like something new to him and he was curious 😭💕) so when they finally talk they pass a lot of time together learning about each other and their clans

And idk if u wanna write this but i also imagine like when Aonung try to court reader probably Ronal would be a bit against that cuz the reader definitely doenst look like any other navi and also they are from a very different place and she wants someone good for her son and the clan, but this its optional tho 💕

FRIENDS DON'T ;; AO'NUNG

summary ;; maybe only three days of five at your side were enough to gather courage.

pairing ;; ao'nung x fem!albino!cold-region!na'vi! reader

warnings ;; none

word count ;; 1.8k

word of the day ;; herwì [ˈhɛɾ.wɪ] n. snow

first a/n ;; i really like the idea because it kinda remind be of that movie of tinker bell ?? anyways, i tried my best !! hope to get your expectations ¡!

As the rain came down hard you couldn't help but give a yawn at the horizon. The afternoon had passed too quickly for your liking and, having arrived at Awa'atlu and set things up for the next few days, there wasn't much to do anymore. You began to count down the times for tomorrow, where you should first talk to the younger ones, or perhaps the boys your age, so that they would learn how to conserve the medicinal flora.

"I thought you preferred to hide" the voice of that boy made you smile and you denied.

"Only when the sun comes up."

You had met Ao'nung maybe seven years ago, the first time your parents allowed you to accompany them. It was a cold winter, before humans could approach the snowy mountains of your clan where at present, they were already settling. You remembered how you had run your hands through the water, excited to smell new scents and meet new people. You remembered the warmth inside your big coat that tried to cover you and also, of course, you remembered the faces of those who welcomed you to their lands.

"She is our daughter, we hope that in the future she will be the designated messenger for these islands, Tonowari" your father spoke, extending his pale hand to yours which despite being covered, was the same shade. Looking up you bumped into the one who was the chief, with his partner and hidden behind the Tsahìk were their eldest son and the youngest daughter.

You didn't really like it when your parents introduced you to other clans in the mountains. Not only because they might see you as weak or clumsy due to your moon-shiny skin, but also because they often wanted to get their hands on the 'gift of Eywa'. However, from Ronal's gaze you immediately picked up that your physique was not something that caught her attention in the least and even, she seemed to disown it, looking at you with disdain when she passed by you those five days you stayed as a young na'vi.

"The previous winter you didn't come. I thought--we thought you wouldn't come this time" the boy corrected himself ominously, positioning himself to one side of you, feeling how the rain was gradually lowering its intensity.

"You missed me?" by the way he looked at you, you noticed he was surprised by your comment, but when you laughed he could only roll his eyes.

"Please, you?" he grumbled, smiling. "You people teach slow, that's all. I had a hard time understanding them. I needed my designated teacher" he gave a false explanation to which you added other words with derision.

"Or maybe we are too fast for you" you started to walk back to the marui, but he took your hand. It felt warm, unlike yours which was always cold.

"Where are you going, are you planning to hide?"

"Show, actually."

...

Ao'nung wasn't an idiot. He knew that since the first winter his feelings for you had begun to blossom, ironic as it seemed. Though there was always something that made him recoil when he sought to express himself to you. Perhaps the idea that by having a beauty beyond perfection -according to him- you would be paired with someone from the snowy mountains, maybe because he belonged to the water and you to the snow or simply, the voice of his mother and friends was stuck deep in his mind and heart. But there was always something that stopped him from showing you his true personality.

His sister called him childish, but for him there was no other way to express himself to you. Give you a necklace? Not at all, he'd rather you find it and he'd just tell you that when you found it it was yours. Express directly how he wanted to court you? Those words would never come out of his lips.

"Why are we here?" he asked, escorting you to the marui where there were some furs.

"You told me my people teach too slow, so I'll teach you from now on" you shrugged to the side and began to speak.

But while, your voice was calm when you spoke and it was one of the things he admired most about you, he couldn't help but notice your braids, adorned with brown feathers that highlighted your colorless hair. You pointed and traced with your pale fingers the animal skins you brought from your lands, but now he looked at your eyes, similar to his, blue, no, yours were the color of the water between his hands, light blue.

"…Over there they don't grow, but here they do, so with them you can adjust them and they will remain as the drums for the return of the tulkun" you finished explaining.

The rain had returned and with your poor vision, you could only see things sharply from up close. You wondered if it was his hair, maybe his eyes, but something made you notice that the boy's presence was much closer than before.

"You understood, didn't you?" you preferred to believe it was just your condition about bad view and noticed that the boy nodded. "Well, would you rather I talk to you now about-?" but he interrupted you.

"Customs. Tell me about the customs of your clan" you blinked a couple of times and cocked your head.

Customs? It wasn't necessary. Nothing had to do with them in that winter's delivery.

"What, did I speak like an animal? Come on, tell me" at his insistence, you had no choice but to explain.

First you named the ways of hunting you had, explaining with a smile how unlike the forests, there were animals with thicker skin and even fur, so they were used for clothing, especially for you or your parents, who had to take more care of their skin.

Then you talked about the artistic expressions, showing him the designs of the baskets, then telling him about the tattoos of his clan, comparing them to the face paintings in your clan. You continued to explain to him for so long that the freedom felt incredible, at least until your mother walked in, surprised.

"Oh, it's time for dinner" she reported, putting on her best smile.

As you both made your way to the place, the boy couldn't help but notice that you were attentive to everything around you and whispered, behind your mother's back.

"If you want, tomorrow I can show you a couple of things about my clan" and your smile was enough to make his heart pound, almost silencing the insecurities deep inside his body.

...

"It's not funny!" you spoke once you surfaced, having been knocked down by the ilu you had tried to hold on to and which, because of your nerves, shot out. Ao'nung's laughter was impossible to mistake and that alone made you give a grunt as you returned to his side.

"You said it was like going fishing, but you don't look to me like your fish are the size of an ilu" he put a hand on his waist, amused and quieting his laughter little by little.

"Apparently you listen to my words, huh" you folded your arms.

The day was for Ao'nung to allow himself to show you around and explain his clan to you every time you finished teaching your classes to his people. This he told his parents and, Tonowari, happy to see that his son at least once in his life was doing something for pleasure and not by command, decided to assign him that task. Besides, soon both he and you would be village chiefs and this tradition would have to continue for several generations so that the exchange of goods would be normalized.

Now, his mother was more… careful with the change in the boy's personality, after all, she was his mother, especially when she heard her son's arrival so late after the first day. Then the second.

By the third day, the two were debating methods of courtship.

"Competitions? Really?" he questioned when he came in from the hunt to your marui. You nodded.

"For example, if you have three suitors, they must face various tests. Sled races, fire dancing, there are several" you listed. "My favorite is the Säwem!"

"Säwem? Like… Fighting?" he grimaced in confusion, but you could tell how interested he was.

"Not with each other, of course. But with yourself." you clarified. "Do you consider yourself good for that person? How would you rate your efforts? How far would you go for that person? It can be internal or external factors, and you can also struggle with it spiritually or physically."

You continued with the explanation and Ao'nung felt a pain in his chest as his mouth went dry. What he felt could be a form of courtship? He even found it funny.

"…My father once stayed under a blizzard to try on mom" you recalled, laughing. "I mean, they were paired up, but still, he wanted to prove to her that he was worthy."

He wanted to consider himself worthy. Him. Just him. He didn't want someone else from your clan to try any of those things. He didn't want to know that other boys were fighting over you, even if it was at races or dances. He wanted to-

"I would do that for you" his words came out matter-of-factly. You were surprised, but his own face showed you that he was much more shocked to say it out loud.

You looked away and felt your cheeks blush a little. You felt annoyed that your own skin could give you away so easily. "Friends don't need that kind of courtship" you tried to push the idea away, embarrassed, but right now, the boy had already screwed up and there was no way to take it back.

"No, friends don't" he acknowledged, moving a little closer to you. "Friends don't" he arranged one of your albino braids carefully and looked at you. He wasn't the Ao'nung that teased you as a child. He wasn't the boy who stuck his tongue out at you, hiding behind his mother. He wasn't the one who laughed at you with his friends.. It was Ao'nung. Your Ao'nung…. "May I-" but you didn't give him time until you moved closer and kissed the corner of his lips.

You both looked at each other for a while and your cheeks were already between a very strong purple and pink.

"Sorry. I forgot my vision wasn't the best. I wanted to kiss your lips" you admitted, covering your mouth with one of your hands.

He pushes your hand away with his, laughing, and intertwines your fingers. His laughter surrounded you and so did his arms.

For him, 'Moon skin' as his mother used to say with unpleasant voice matched perfectly.

a/n ;; I REALLY WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT RONAL BUT I THOUGHT THAT JUST LIKE THIS IT WAS PERFECT BECAUSE THEY ARE HAPPY OKAY IM SRRY 😭😭😭😭ALSO, I INVENTED SO MANY THINGS??? james cameron squirms on the set of Avatar 3 istg i was listening to "calling after me" by wallows while i was writing this btw

[byunpum]

Ghost girl | part 2

Pairing: Neteyam x Albino na'vi!fem x Sully family

Warning: All the characters are aged up 20’s, injured, neytiri being the mom we all need, teyam is a shy babygurl, soft & crush moments.

Note:I am taking this story as I am feeling it. I don't have an ending written, so I'm going to let it all just flow. I hope you like this chapter. You know that all opinions are welcome. BTW… I'll keep answering requests. I have a lot of them in my inbox, so please be patient. <3 Thank you for helping me in the last post.

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5(final)

1 year ago…

"Auyat, I must accept my destiny, it's the right thing to do" you speak, adjusting a few pieces of your hair. "But…you don't love him" the girl is sitting weaving a berry basket. Berry picking season was approaching. "You're right, I don't love him…but I don't plan to disobey my father" you look at your friend, who is looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You let go of what you're doing… and settle closer to your friend's side. "I have no choice, it's the right way, you know Dad wants the lineage to continue…and according to him, Seyey is the perfect man for me" your voice sounds almost lazy, as you feel your friend stroking your hair. "So what happened about that dream…about the boy?" she asks you.

You laugh a little, remembering the vision you had had months ago. The dream was simple…a bright lake, in front of you was a man. You could recognize some of his features…but you couldn't see his whole face. You could feel more the sensation of being with him. He was holding your hand, and you could feel the love he felt for you. How you laughed, and spent time together, until you woke up quickly…damn, you were in love with a dream.

"That's just a dream!!!" you laugh, pulling away from her. "It's a vision…lately your talents are at their peak" she is excited, getting up to spin around. You both laugh, she was cheerful and awkward…but she was your best friend. Almost your sister. The girl sits down smack next to you, hugging you. "You know I'll always be here for you…no matter what you choose" your friend speaks, as you turn to look at her. "Me too…me too" returning the hug. You feel the hug grow colder, turning to look at your friend. Noticing her body fade over your hands…until there is nothing left. There is nothing left of her.

You open your eyes suddenly, where were you? What had happened? The last thing you remember is the face of that woman…your baby!!!. Where the hell is your baby? You sit up suddenly, but the pain in your leg reminds you of the reason why you had fainted. You get more comfortable on the sheets you were lying on. And you start to look at the bands on your body. It was different from what you had seen before, 'new medicine' you think. You also notice how much warmer it was than in your village. Everything was dry, and hot. This was not good for you… your body was used to the cold temperatures. Looking at the decorations that adorned the hut, you laugh a little. Somehow it reminded you of your mother. You see how the curtains of the hut open, and by instinct you try to wrap your body. But the pain gets the better of you and you let out a moan.

"Oh…you're awake," says mo'at. Carefully approaching, seeing how you had your ears pinned to your head, and your eyes dilated. "Wow…you sure have a lot of hair" mo'at reaches over and strokes the side of your hair a little. The snow na'vi were very different, not only because of their skin. But because of their physical appearance, white and abundant hair. Perfect to protect them from the dangerous cold. His eyes were brown, perfect for camouflage among the cold trees. Besides, everyone knows that brown is the color of choice for the cold seasons. "Where is my baby… I" you start to speak, but you see how the woman hands you a container, which contained a liquid. "He is with my daughter…the woman who rescued you, he is safe" she speaks, watching as your body relaxes a little. "But he is not hurt?" you ask, mo'at shakes her head. Trying to calm you down. "You need to take that drink…it will help you stay strong" mo'at says. You are looking at the drink, as you begin to sip it a little at a time. "The best thing would be for you to rest…your son is in good hands." Mo'at speaks.

The truth is that you were still tired, and having a baby in your care while feeling so tired was not recommended, and something inside you told you that he was in good hands. After taking your drink, you lay down on your side. Mo'at watches you, you were hugging your body in a ball position. You were heartbroken, it wasn't easy to be here… after all you had been through. Maybe you were the only survivor of your clan… you were alone. Mo'at, in a very motherly moment, kneels down next to you, places your hand in your hair. She says nothing, just feels you sigh, and can hear some whimpering. She settles down next to you, to comfort you. You had been through so much.

On the other side of the village, neytiri held the baby in her arms. She had spent day and night caring for him. She had to admit she was tired, jake was out hunting with lo'ak. Kiri was taking care of tuk, she was out for a walk with her sister. And she only had neteyam with her, her eldest son was helping her prepare the afternoon meal. "teyam…will you help me with something?" says neytiri, watching as her son gets up from the floor, and drops the pots he was holding. "What am I good at mother" neteyam comes to her side. Neytiri in a smooth but quick movement, stretches out her arms to hand the baby to neteyam. Clumsily he tries to hold him. "M-mama what," stammers neteyam. "I want to walk for a while…plus I'll go get what's missing for dinner" says neytiri, watching as neteyam takes the baby in his arms. Before the boy could protest, neytiri got up, grabbed a basket and hurried out of the family hut. She knew that neteyam would do a good job.

"And now what do I do with you…ahhh?" says neteyam, this was making him nervous. The last time he had held a baby in his arms was tuk, but he was still an infant. Now everything was strange… noticing how the baby moved his nose, and raised his little hands. He placed his hand, so that the baby would hold his finger. "Wow…you are small…and very white" neteyam laughs, now he was sitting on the floor. Stroking the baby's hair, nuzzling it more on his chest. "What would your name be?" neteyam touches the baby's nose, causing the baby to make a little vague smile on his little mouth. Neteyam felt herself growing tender, this baby was so tender and beautiful to his eyes. Lifting his arms, to give him a little kiss on his cheek. "You are precious!!!" neteyam speaks in a higher pitched voice.

After a while, about 1 hour or so. Neteyam had placed the baby in the small hammock his mother had made for him. While he was preparing some hunting tools, sharpening his knives and arrows. Until he hears the baby start to cry, he gets up and runs to the baby. Taking him in his arms. "Hey…what's wrong? Are you dirty?" says neteyam, examining if the baby had done any of its needs. The baby's clothes were strange, compared to the clothes of the omaticaya babies. This one was more covered, a type of cloth…that seemed to be the skin of some animal. "mmm are you clean…ahhh does anything hurt?" says neteyam, as he holds the baby in his arms, lifting him up to place his ears on the small stomach. "oh!!! You seem to be hungry" neteyam closes his eyes a little, when he hears how the baby starts to cry louder. "calm down!!!" neteyam tries to soothe him, but he doesn't even know what to feed him. I mean…this baby is supposed to be drinking breast milk. Taking some time to think, as he paces back and forth around the hut.

'Mo'at' thinks neteyam. His grandmother would help him, of course…he couldn't go to where the baby's mother was, because she was hurt. But his grandmother would help. He quickly leaves the hut, and makes his way to the mo'at hut. Entering, he sees that all is quiet. The baby had calmed down a bit, neteyam found that as long as he was moving the baby was quiet. Entering and examining the area. There was no one, until he saw a figure on one of the beds. It seemed to be a girl…and he knew immediately that you were the mother. Because it was very obvious, because of your skin and hair color. The boy approaches carefully, but a crying sound is heard throughout the hut. This causes you to wake up.

"What's going on?" you speak, carefully getting up. You still had your eyes half closed, as you tried to see what was happening. When you finally open your eyes, you see a man. Holding your baby, and your baby crying. "I'm sorry, I" neteyam speaks, but suddenly goes quiet. You both make eye contact for a couple of seconds, before you look down. "Is that my baby? WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BABY?" you yell a little, raising your arms. Signaling, to hand him over to you. Neteyam without hesitation, rushes over. With his tail tucked between his legs, handing you the baby. Watching as you quickly embrace him. A smile comes across your face, as you sniff at your baby's hair. "Mama's here… now,now," you cuddle the baby. He is crying, but his fury has diminished as he hears and smells your scent.

"He's hungry…so I brought him with mo'at…I swear I didn't want to get you up" neteyam tries to apologize. But see how you are ignoring him, all your attention was now placed on your baby. He sits up, he wasn't too far away from you. But he was at the perfect distance to respect your space. He stays quiet, watching you cuddle your baby. Moving your top, to breastfeed your child. Giving him a little kiss on his forehead, "I think it was a woman who was taking care of my child" you look up, still annoyed. But you feel your breath catch, when you finally make eye contact with neteyam.

His eyes…his bright eyes. The shape of his nose…and how his hair fell to his shoulders. Your pupils dilate…it couldn't be him, it was almost impossible. Your gazes never leave each other's side, it seems as if the two of you have met at some point. You feel him so familiar…his gaze is so familiar. "Neteyam" you speak softly, noticing how the man's ears perk up. "Do we know each other?" neteyam asks, still making eye contact with you. You feel that same pressure in your chest that you felt when you had that…dream. "No…I don't think so" you speak, shifting your gaze. You hear a chuckle, neteyam was laughing to himself. "Sure…I've never seen anyone like you" neteyam's eyes scan your whole body. Then he looks at your face again.

"Yes" you felt a little embarrassed, out of nowhere you were embarrassed and you swear you were blushing. It couldn't be him…it could be something else. 'eywa stop doing your thing..no, no ,no ,no' you think. How could it be him, you don't even know him. "Hey are you okay?" neteyam asks, reaching over to touch your shoulder a little, but just before he touched you. You startle, pulling away a little. "Ohh sorry honey" you speak, the movement had knocked your baby off your boob. You try to get comfortable, but with the wraps and your clothes it was very difficult. Neteyam reaches over, and takes a piece of clothing that was covering your breast. Holding it up, so you could better fit your baby. "Thank you" you speak, seeing how he gives you a smile. "You're welcome…hey, why are you turning red?" asks Neteyam. And yes, you were turning very red.

The tips of your ears were red and your nose. So were your cheeks. You shake your head to the other side. "Ahhh it's nothing…I think it's the heat. It's VERY hot in here" you yell a little. Neteyam falls silent, you had surprised him. "Yeah…you're not used to this weather. My mother told us where you came from" you watch as he settles more in his seat. And gives the 'I see you' sign. "I know it must have been awful what you've been through… but you're welcome to this clan" speaks neteyam. Damn…he had to be so nice and kind. "Thank you I…" just as you were about to thank him, you hear someone enter the hut. It was three people to be more precise. Neytiri, Kiri and Mo'at. The three women are a bit surprised, when they see neteyam next to you and the baby.

"You were supposed to be taking care of him," says neytiri, approaching you. "Yes…he just got hungry. I came to see if grandma was here so she could help me…but look" neteyam points his arms at you. " His mom was awake" neteyam says. "You woke me up" you speak, seeing how neytiri gave him a dirty look. Neteyam curls into a ball, hugging his knees. Neytiri turns to look at you, smiling tenderly. "And how are you?" she asks, noticing how you cuddle your baby. "I'm fine…I wanted to thank you for not leaving me there, I'm thankful…. for everything" you speak, looking up to look at mo'at as well. Neytiri caresses your face. "You're welcome… I had to do it, I wouldn't have forgiven myself if something had happened to you" neytiri speaks, sitting down closer to your side.

"What's the baby's name?" asks Kiri, the girl is already in front of you. You are a little surprised, but you laugh. You lift the baby in your arms. "His name is herwì" you speak. Neytiri smiles a little, taking the baby's foot in her hands. "That is a beautiful name" kiri moves closer to the baby. Neytiri looks up, to see neteyam looking at you. The look seemed to be calm, while his tail wagged in fast taps. It could be curiosity, the woman thought. "Well…I see you met my oldest son…sorry I left the baby for him. I had to get things for dinner," neytiri says, apologizing to you. You wave your hands. "Don't worry he is" you give a quick glance at neteyam, who looks down at the floor when he notices that you caught him looking at you. "He's very funny" you speak. Kiri laughs, and taps neteyam. "Wow…someone says you're funny" kiri teases her brother. The latter rolls his eyes, turning to look at another spot in the hut.

After half an hour, everyone was still there in the hut. Neytiri was doing her best to make you feel comfortable in your new home. Because it was. Neytiri had a very long conversation with Jake, she wanted him to agree to let the girl stay in the clan. The only thing you were asking for was shelter, you had lost everything. Jake was quick to agree, first he couldn't say no to his mate. And second… he understood what you were going through AND he wasn't going to leave a young mother abandoned. This made Neytiri happy, she felt a responsibility to you. The only thing she was curious about was what had really happened…and where was your family? She didn't want to be disrespectful…but she was very curious.

Neteyam had moved closer to you, listening as you and Kiri talked. Kiri kept talking about how you were going to like everything in this clan. How she was going to help you. He was just giving you a few glances, praying you wouldn't notice he was looking at you every 4 seconds. At that, you hear some noises coming from the entrance of the hut. Some na'vi were carrying a man. You could see that his leg was very bad. All this noise made the baby get up and start crying. Mo'at got up and led the men to place the wounded man on one of the beds. Mo'at received the injured of the clan, took care of them. So this hut, it was almost like a hospital.

You try to calm the baby, but he was very upset. He wouldn't stop crying, he woke up scared. "May I?" asks neteyam, signaling for you to hand over the baby. You, without complaint, hand him the baby. Watching as he lays him on his chest and gets up. To now walk back and forth. You laugh, but you are surprised. "wow…look at that" says kiri, herwi had calmed down. Falling asleep on neteyam's chest. "neteyam, you have a talent with babies," says neytiri, laughing a little. She thought it was adorable to see her son, comforting the baby. Meanwhile neytiri had gotten up and was now walking towards her mother. Mo'ate was busy, helping the man. "mom… y/n is she better?" asks neytiri.

"Yes…but she needs help and supervision, in a week she will be as good as new" Mo'at speaks, still working. Neytiri takes another look, she saw how kiri and neteyam were already getting along with you. As if they had known you all their lives… you gave off such a beautiful vibe. She felt that this place was not right for a wounded mother and her baby to be. "There an empty hut?" mo'at looks at neytiri. "No…not at the moment" mo'at continues to treat the man. "Mother…I think it is right that I take y/n to rest in my hut. We will take care of her…besides this is not a safe place for a baby" says neytiri. "I find it fine…you just have to ask her" says mo'at, she was deep in her work, ignoring her daughter a bit. Neytiri gets up, and walks to your side.

You look up, watching as the woman sits down next to you. Placing her hand on your back. "Y/n…have a question" neytiri speaks, you give her your full attention. "mmm I was wondering…would you like to sleep in our hut?" neytiri speaks, this gets neteyam and kiri's attention. "yesssss say yes" kiri says, hugging your arm. Neteyam was still holding the baby in his arms. This question makes him a little anxious, he kept quiet waiting for your answer. "Ahh mmm I don't know, I don't want to disturb" you say. "No honey… it would be my pleasure. I want you to be more comfortable, besides…I think you want to be in a better place" says Neytiri. "You're right…I accept" you speak, watching as a smile forms on neytiri's face. You swear you almost started to cry…she was so much like your mom. You missed her so much.

Neytiri got up from the floor, ready to leave. "I think I'll need help" you look at your thigh, the wound was still very fresh. Neytiri analyzes the situation. "Neteyam…why don't you help me carry her" Neytiri orders. Neteyam hands the baby to her mother, approaching you. Kneeling down, "If you allow me…" says neteyam, bringing one of his hands to your waist. And another under your thigh. Lifting you carefully, in bridal mode. Out of instinct, and to keep your thigh from stretching so much. You bring your arms around neteyam's neck, you were afraid of falling and hurting yourself. Neteyam tightens his grip, and holds you tighter. Neteyam held you very close, your face was inches away from his. He swear he could smell the scent of pine and something sweet, he loved it. "Ok…we are ready" says Neteyam. Neytiri says goodbye to mo'at and they all leave the hut. Not if before hearing how mo'at shouted. "Be very careful with her…I will come later to give you all the medicines". Everyone in the group continues walking towards the family hut. Neytiri was happy…stroking the baby's tiny head. But the movement of her son's tail caught her attention, it was very fast. And it was up… Neytiri chuckled to herself.

That same night…

Arriving at the hut, neytiri set everything up. You couldn't stay in a hammock, so she set up a nice trundle bed. Perfect for you and the baby to be comfortable. "And as I was saying… the thanator are the most dangerous" lo'ak speaks, the boy had introduced himself the first minute he arrived at the hut. He had been impressed with you, asking why you were so white and why your hair was like that. Neytiri had to tap him to get him to calm down and not bother you. On the other hand, you felt very comfortable, seeing that they had received you so kindly. Meanwhile neteyam was sitting somewhere on the side of the hut, watching you.

"Ma jake… thank you for accepting" says neytiri, Jake and neytiri were outside the hut talking. "Ma neytiri..don't worry. You know I don't mind helping…that's what we're here for. Besides," jake glances inside the hut, "She gives off a good vibe," says Jake. Neytiri places a hand on his arm, somewhat excited. "Exactly…I thought I was the one who felt that" neytiri laughs a little. Jake just stood there for a moment, watching how all the young people were getting along so well. Lo'ak and you were talking, kiri and tuk were playing with the herwi, well kiri was holding the baby and tuk was showing him her new toys. Even though the baby didn't understand anything. Until he noticed how your ears were turning red and you looked a little uncomfortable. "The girl looks a little strange…I think there's something wrong with her" jake speaks, neytiri looks at you and notices the same thing. Entering the hut quickly.

"Y/n…are you ok?" neytiri asks, noticing the same thing jake saw. "Ahh yes" you speak, somewhat shyly. You didn't want to intrude, this family was completely welcoming you. The least you could do was complain. "You're getting a little red…are you sure?" says neytiri, coming towards you. "Well…I'm a little hot" you say. And of course you were hot. Your clothes were not the same as what they were wearing. While the sully family wore lighter clothing, you had a fur top that covered your breasts. And your loincloth was made of a strong, somewhat furry fabric. "Baby… I think your clothes are making you hot," Jake says, coming towards you. "I think so" you giggle a little. "Well…I think I have a few pieces of clothing that would fit you" says neytiri. You nod your head, accepting the woman's proposal.

Jake takes the men of the family with him, so that Neytiri will have more confidence to help you change. With the excuse that they would help him look for what was missing for the dinner. Neytiri looked for one of the clothes that she had kept, which were decorated with feathers and some precious stones. They matched the loincloth. Kiri and Neytiri help you, you couldn't move much. But this felt so comfortable…they were treating you like part of their family, and you barely knew them. Or so you thought…you swear you knew them, it was a feeling you couldn't understand. "thank you" you speak watching as neytiri adjusts the last knot of your loincloth. "It looks great on you…you look beautiful" says Kiri. You felt a little strange…but this relieved the heat. After a while, jake came in accompanied by his son. "oh, wow…you look better now" says jake, holding a basket full of cooked fish. Neteyam felt that now he was the one feeling hot, as he came in he saw you sitting there. Seeing you looking very beautiful in the clothes of his people.

He could notice how you give him a quick glance giving him a smile, making him change his. He quickly ran to where his father was to help him. "ok… family today we are going to eat near Y/N" says jake, motioning for everyone to settle around you. Everyone takes a seat around you. Grabbing the utensils they needed to start eating. Dinner was going very well, everyone was having a great time. But something was bothering neytiri, she wanted to know more about you. "Y/n…sorry to ask this…but could you tell us what happened…and where is your partner? Mo'at told us a little about your clan…but she couldn't say what happened" speaks jake, making neytiri turn around in surprise. "No…y/n you don't have to" neytiri tries to apologize.

"Don't worry…I'll tell you" you let go of the pot you were holding. "One year ago… they came to our village. The humans came saying they needed a mineral…that only grows in our lands. Dad refused, and you know what happened." You take a breath, seeing how everyone was giving you their full attention. "The attacks and landings became more frequent, until what I never thought would happen occurred…I had seen it in one of my visions. But I thought no…it wasn't possible. But they attacked with everything they had" your eyes began to fill with tears. "Dad stayed fighting, while my mother helped me get out of the village, she told me to come here. Everyone…there was no one left alive. The families, the children…everything. "You lower your face, as the tears came down. You feel someone hug you, and that was Neytiri. Holding you by the shoulders, so that you were closer to her.

There was a short silence, until someone begins to speak. "And your partner?" kiri asks. You raise your head, wiping your eyes a little. "He died in battle when I was three months pregnant" you speak, neytiri could sense a bit of coldness when you talk about your mate. This caused her another question, this was a forced pairing…that had to be it, neytiri thought to herself. "And about the visions…" lo'ak is so interested in your story, all of you seemed interesting to him. "ooh…I am a seer, well an apprentice…my skill is not fully developed, I am still very young. I have visions of people and future events, I myself don't understand what happens to me sometimes" you laugh a little. This made sense now, that's what mo'at was talking about.

"In our clan we are very close with eywa, much more so than all the other clans. Eywa guides us and speaks directly to us." You speak, this makes neytiri raise her ears and look at jake with fascination. "But…that's not possible" says neteyam, you look at him and laugh a little at him. "Well, yes… it's a calling. It's a unique feeling" you speak, looking now at kiri, who is watching you. Understanding every word. "Well…it's all very impressive…and I understand what you've been through" jake says, touching your shoulder. "I'm glad you found our clan…I promise you'll be safe" jake gives you a smile. Oh, you could feel that…he wasn't quite a full-blooded na'vi. He was a mixture, you almost saw jake's whole life up to this moment. You stay quiet, and smile back. You get annoyed with yourself, your ability to see events, it wasn't something you could control. Jake started talking about something else, he wanted to change the subject. He knew this was a difficult topic to talk about.

After dinner…everyone got ready for bed. You were settling your herwin next to you. You felt strange, but happy to have peace of mind. As you tucked your baby in, with a blanket. You saw neytiri come up to you. "Are you feeling all right? Don't you need anything?" neytiri asks you. You smile and let her know you are comfortable, watching her say goodbye to you. You stand there, looking at the home decor, numbering the differences. You had so much to learn… you were beginning to feel melancholy. "Hey" neteyam speaks, you turn to look at him. "Did something happen?" you ask, watching as he bends down on his knee. "I didn't introduce myself properly… my name is neteyam" the boy extends his hand to you, you timidly but confidently hold his hand. And you finally recognize him… it's him. He is the boy from the lagoon. Your heart races a million times, and again you feel yourself blushing.

"I'm Y/N" you say, seeing how her face is drawing a nice smile. "Thank you for trusting us…I hope you feel comfortable" speaks Neteyam. You barely speak, nodding your head 'yes'. Neteyam laughs, as he adjusts your hair a little. "Rest," says Neteyam, getting up from the floor. But not before stopping and looking at you. "And yes…I think we've met before" he laughs…and walks back to his hammock.

It couldn't be…it could be, it was him.

p.s: I tried to explain as much as I could in this part, but I think the Y/N story is more complicated and longer than I thought. I think it's better if I tell it little by little. Tell me what did you think about this part?

Teyam babygurls: symptoms-of-moonlight , tru-blubelle, mashiromochi, ducks118, butterfly-ibuki

If there is any problem with the tags, let me know and I will try to fix it as quickly as possible. tag list is open, just let me know *3*//

[mtsyik]

Normal au

Albino Gojo! Who is known for his unique style, his white hair and captivating eyes. Whose pale skin attracts all the girls in campus to fill his pearly skin with hickies and scratches. Who feels used.

Albino Gojo! Who is used to all the girls flaunting about how pretty he is and how good he looks and how mesmerized they are with his eyes.

Albino Gojo! Who is surprised when you look shocked to see him, who is even more shocked than you when you claim that it is rare to see someone with his condition with color in their eyes, especially such a vibrant one.

Albino Gojo! Who just laughs it off and says he was born lucky, then stops laughing when you shrug and continue sipping your drink in the very crowded party.

Albino Gojo! Whose heart is beating to his chest when he meets you for the second time, scared to look at you in case you reveal his secret.

But you just smile and nod, letting him know that you saw him in the hallway and telling him that you have to race to your biology lesson, but you should pick up a coffee sometime.

Albino Gojo! Who starts dating you and notices how careful you are with him. How you make sure not to leave any hickies on his skin, or scratches, or even mark him with your pen.

Albino Gojo! Who finds out sooner than later that you also draw, and is shocked to find out that you are careful with him because, in your words, you don't want to mess up a perfect canvas.

Albino Gojo! Who becomes obsessed with you, falls in love and is unable to keep away from you. Ignoring the girls glaring at you two, he keeps holding your hand and peckering it with kisses.

Albino Gojo! Who finally reveals his secret when you find his contact solution, and figure out that he is fact, was not born lucky.

Albino Gojo! Who thinks he is even more in love with you when you smile when you see his red eyes, and say that you were right after all, and that he looks better this way.

Albino Gojo! Who finally loves to be marked up, because you are marking him and it makes him feel loved.

[fl3shm4id3n]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐚, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐮𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐨.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ x ᴀʟʙɪɴᴏ! ꜰᴇᴍ! ɴᴀ'ᴠɪ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ- ᴍᴀʀʏ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ

Tw: Child Abandonment, mentions of death, resentment, reader is raised by animals.

A/N: Besides Princess Mononoke, I got more inspiration from Maya and the Three and the first Avatar movie. I had to watch all three things just to have something to work with and mash this idea together. You could say reader is based on both Chimi, Neytiri and Princess Mononoke.

Masterlist

A monster, that's what they called you. A monster, due to being born different. You weren't like any other na'vi, the blue skin had been replaced with a white complexation, your markings were also a lighter color, your eyes were replaced with a blood red instead of that bright yellow, and your hair instead of black, it was a pale white color. Your parents must have believed that you were cursed, you were born during a solar eclipse and they saw that as a bad sign.

That same day, your parents had abandoned you in the woods, they thought it would be best getting rid of you so no bad luck would be brought upon them. So they left you, allowing Eywa to choose your fate in the forest. The whole time a Palulukan had been watching them, seen the couple leave a defenseless baby on their own. How cruel to leave a baby to die in the woods.

The creature then approached the infant who was wrapped in a cloth, it was obvious that the baby didn't know what was happening. The baby just stared back into the creature's eyes, even thought this creature was considered being dangerous, they also had a heart. The palulukan leaned her head down, softly touching the infant's cheek, making the baby laugh. It was decided, she'd take the baby with her pack. She got a hold of the cloth, using her teeth, she cared the infant back to were her pack was located.

When she arrived, the other Palulukans got close to see what she had brought back. They were stunned to see that their fellow Palulukan had brought back a baby, they were confused on why she had brought them. They believed the baby would be a threat, but they didn't smell a threat on you, they could only scent the smell of innocence. Even though you weren't like them, they had accepted you as their own.

As the years went on, you grew up in the forest with your pack. You learned their ways as well as the Omaticaya. You watched them from afar, learning on your own. Their language, skills of hunting, instead of a bow you used a spear that you had made out of the materials of the forest. . You learned everything from a far, you may have been like them but you weren't. They were civilized like people, and you weren't, you'd be considered being more of an animal then a person to them. Not to mention your appearance, unnatural is what you were to them, or at least assumed you'd be to them.

You never had tried or bothered going with them, it was obvious that the clan had abandoned you, so why return to those people who did not want you in the first place, besides, the forest was more of your home than them. You had a Pack while they were a clan. You'd never considered leaving your Pack, they had accepted you as one of them and raised you as one of them. Txurtu, strongwoman, the Palulukan who had found you and raised you as her cub is considered bring your Sa'nok, Mother. You had bonded with her when you were of age, not to mention she was a very protective mother.

Besides the Palulukans, you also learned to communicate with other animals from the forest. They didn't speak na'i but they spoke sounds, sounds that you had learn to master during your time. It was easy since you understood them very well, it was as if they spoke like the name but no one can understand them like you did.

That evening Neteyam had been out, hunting for his family. It was his turn on getting the food for dinner. He did not get anything, it was frustrating not having caught anything, and it'd be dark soon. Instead he decided to walk around the forest, maybe clearing his head or thinking of something else he'd get a catch later.

He just walked, for who knows how long. He knew he had to get back home, but he did not want to return empty handed, or else he'd get scolded. He continued to look around more, he then stopped to admire the glowing plants, they were fascinating to look at. The whole time he had been distracted by the plants, something or someone had been watching him.

You were on top of a tree branch, laying on your stomach, watching the na'vi boy admire the forest plants. You had never seen that boy around here. This must been the first time he step foot in your territory. You lifted your spear and aim it towards the boy who had his back turn, you were quiet as possible. Taking him out wouldn't be such a problem since he was one of them, but before you could make your shot. You saw a woodsprite float near the spike of your spear, lightly sitting on the sharp end, you looked at the small creature who had been sitting on your weapon. Then you slowly lowered your weapon, seen that he had been leaving.

Neteyam had left the spot, and deeper into the forest. See that it was now fully dark, damn, he was in trouble for sure. When he turned back to head home, he then noticed someone. But this someone wasn't a human, but a na'vi, a different kind of na'vi. He hid in some bushes, watching her from afar. Seen how her skin was a pale color, same with her hair. Not to mention she had different kind of attire on, she wore a huge white fur like coat, who knows what it is made from. She wore a dark short like dress with a white small top over, she also had large like circle earrings which could have been made out of animal bones.

Neteyam wanted to get closer, but he stepped on a small branch, causing a loud noise. She then turned to the direction of the noise. Now he was able to see her face, she had blood red eyes, pale lips that matched her lighter markings. He noticed she had red upside down triangles on both her cheeks and one smaller one on her painted on forehead. She also had on some kind of headpiece tied above the triangle. Neteyam paid attention to every detail of her face, she was beautiful in his opinion. He has never seen a na'vi that beautiful in his life.

But before he could make his appearance presence, she took off into the woods. Who was she? He thought as he noticed how late he was, he had to get back now or else his father would send out a serch party. Back home, his father asked him what happened and why he was late, he made up the excuse that he did want to return home empty handed so he stayed out more to find a hunt. Jake had told him to not do it again. When he went to bed, he could not get that girl out of his head, he wanted to know more about her, who she was and why she wasn't with the Omaticaya, it was obvious that you were one of the people, but you weren't with the people.

The next day Neteyam went out again to that same spot to find her, it was early in the morning, maybe this time he'd get to know her. He looked around for her, using his hunting skills to at least get a track of her scent. Nothing, she had basically removed her tracks. He was not giving up not easily. He continued to look for the girl, he was really interested in finding out who she was.

Hours passed and nothing, he found no track of her, damn was she good. Neteyam stopped, it was already the afternoon and he still has not found you at all. He really wanted to know who you were. it was obvious that you were. Until he heard something, or someone. He went to where the noise was, when he approached, he hid behind some brushes, slowly walking towards a little opening towards the bushes. Then he saw you, the girl he had been searching for. You had been sharpening your spear while sitting on a rock. You also noticed you have been humming a song of some sort.

Neteyam than decided to make his presence, afraid he'd loose you again. So he slowly peaked out of the brushes, getting your attention. When you locked eyes with him for a moment, but you got up and took off running. "Hey! Wait!" he called out, running after you. Neteyam continued to run after you, but you ran faster then him. He couldn't really keep up with you. After a little while longer he was still going after you. Until you stopped running and began to speed walk. Neteyam was still following after you, walking at the same pace as you.

"Hey, wait up! I just wanted to-" Before he could finish, you then wacked him on the face pretty hard with the end of your spear. Neteyam groaned and fell on his back. "Damn" he groaned, as he had closed his eyes from the pain, you then had jumped over him and landed above his head. You then pulled out your knife and pointed it at him, the end of the blade barely touching his neck. "I'll cut your throat. That'll shut you up!" you hissed at him still having his blade pointed at the na'vi on the ground. Slowly Neteyam opened his eyes, seen you up close but in an upside down like position. He locked eyes with you again, seen your blood red eyes staring back into his. "You're beautiful" he had blurted out.

This made you jump back, with a face of horror. You have heard of that word a couple times but never have been called that. "Ugh! I moron! I'm not beautiful" you growled at him. Neteyam then got up from the ground, lightly touching his bruised cheek, hissing at the pain. "But You are, I've never seen any one like you." He said, making you tilt your head bit. "What? You've never seen a monster like me?" you asked, getting a bit defensive. "No, you're not a monster, you're like me" he said, making you roll your eyes. "I'm not! I'm a like you." You hissed at him angrily. "You are civilized, you live among people. I'm not like you" you said, showing your fangs at him.

Neteyam knew he should of chosen his words better, it was clear that you weren't like the Omaticaya, you were more animalistic, but still a na'vi. "I didn't mean to offend you, I apologize" he said apologized, it felt weird talking to another na'vi. Normally you'd stay away from them, but now you were talking to one, face to face. You smelled the air around his. His scent was different then the other na'vi. You could scent that he was kind and understanding, but you did not let your guard down. "Hmp, anyway, you should go back to your people." You mentioned, turning you back on him. "Could I at least know your name?" he asked before speaking again. "My name is Neteyam" he said, making you look over your shoulder. Locking your eyes with him again.

But before you could talk, a Palulukan came out of woods, it was Txurtu who came to get you. Neteyam backed off a bit, surprised on seen the Palulukan come out of her hiding spot. Txurtu then leaned her snout onto the side of your face, making you turn to her. Softly petting her head "Its okay mother" you said softly, then you climbed into her back after connecting your queue onto the antenna from the back of her ear. But before you could take off you turned to Neteyam who had been witnessing the whole thing. "My name is Y/n" you told him and signaled Txurtu to take off. Neteyam watched you ride away on the Palulukan's back. Amazed that you were able to bond with the creature who was considered dangerous. He honestly hoped on seen you again.

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Tags?: @tejas-kris

[jewbeloved]

hi hi!! your fics are great!! if you don’t wanna do this you don’t gotta ^^

kyle, kenny, heidi and tweek with an albino s/o?? only if you want to!!! :D (also this is just a question but do you do fics too?? or just headcanons?? thanks!! love your works btw :) )

🎨 anon

Kyle, Kenny, Heidi, and Tweek with a albino s/o🤍✅🎀

Note: To answer your question, I do both. But I prefer to do headcanons more often.

Warnings: none

Gender: Neutral

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🎀

Gotta be honest, nobody has seen an albino person in south park before aside from the ginger kids.

Kyle thought you were unique and interesting, you have clear pale skin and pure white hair. He wanted to know more about you.

Kyle would be glad to help buy you clothes to keep your skin protected from the sun! That is...if your skin is sensitive to the sun.

When he saw your eyes, he was flabbergasted. He never saw someone with blue, hazel, or brown eyes before (We don't talk about that time he got possessed by the Christmas spirit)

But that's only if you do have blue, hazel, or brown eyes. Man is still learning about albinism please help him out 😭😭😭😭

Cartman would say that you look like the ginger kids except you have white hair and look like a ghost.

Kyle would deck him like always, he could careless on what his s/o looks like.💚💚💚💚💚

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🍖

Kenny thought you were a ghost when he first saw you and then apologized right afterwards for assuming.😭😭

He has also never seen an albino person before either so he is very interested in you and your appearance.

Kenny would lend you some of his parkas if you needed something to protect yourself from the sun.

He will also buy you some sunscreen, but probably only the cheap ones since he is poor. But you'd help him pay for the ones you need.

But besides that, he loves hanging out with you! He probably might play with your hair and put it into different styles (If you let him).

He didn't understand why people were weirded out by your pale skin and white hair.

He'll get more aggressive if they continue to make you feel bad about being an albino.

Being different is fine because it makes Kenny interested in you <3🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

💚 Heidi Turner 🎀

Oh my god, she absolutely loves you! and the way you dress (If you're into fashion or not).

She didn't understand why you always wore sunglasses on a sunny day until you told her that your skin is sensitive to the sun.

She'd buy you a whole pack of sunscreen and other sun protection clothing if you need them.

Although your appearance did get her attention for a min, she still saw you as a normal person to hangout with.

You both would talk for hours (If you're talkative) and she would get to know more about your albinoism.

She wouldn't admit it, but she likes holding both of your hands in hers. She likes the feeling of your soft skin <3

She is still happy to have a s/o who isn't a manipulative sociopath like her ex...💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

💛 Tweek Tweak ☕

Tweek would probably stare at you for like an hour, but he would stop once he realizes he's making you uncomfortable. Has anybody in south park ever seen an albino person before?????

If you never explained that you have albinoism he probably would have thought you were sent from the government uncover.

Like Heidi, Tweek probably likes holding both of your hands into his. It calms him down when he's having one of his constant twitches or panic attacks.

Tweek doesn't know much about albino people so he'll sit down and listen to you explaining it to him. (But he'll probably get distracted a little).

He volunteers to help pay for the clothes and accessories you need to protect yourself from the sun.

He really likes your hair so he'll probably also play with it as a stim.💛💛💛💛💛💛

I need to play some more music when I'm writing my prompts, it helps me focus.

[shalomniscient]

currently making rabid animal noises cuz of the new avatar movie

but like whats ur opinion on like

feixiao x na'vi reader🥰🥰

like this albino, gojo satoru ahh fox randomly meets this TALL (navi's are usually 7 ft btw) blue person with the most "🥺" eyes ever

-🇮🇩anon if u remember me🤗

HI 🇮🇩 ANON nice to see u again !! i will confess i have actually watched neither avatar movie, so i have very little idea what goes on in it. as for the na’vi, i’ve seen them, and they’re cool, but personally i have no carnal desires for them. that being said, i think fei would find meeting a na’vi/na’vi-adjacent reader quite interesting! she’d find your height and stature impressive, though she definitely wouldn’t be intimidated. she would be very flattered if you could pick her up, however, maybe in a princess carry. she’s a big strong general who’s mostly made of pure muscle and it isn’t often she gets carried around so easily so i think she’d end up getting a little flustered. blushy fei…………. alshsjsjsjjs I NEED HER CARNALLY…….

anyway, in a relationship i don’t think there’s any significant difference in the way fei would treat you. human, na’vi, foxian, or something else, if she loves you she loves you, you know? her life’s too short to be caught up about worrying about how physically different you two are. she’d much rather spend that time as earnestly as she can.