#I'm so happy i can finally scream openly at her for this

[zarnzarn]

Penelope wakes up to the sound of screams.

With a gasp, she sits upright, straining her ears. The carnage is at the far end of the castle, the shouting and clanking of metal- but it is not her maids, or her soldiers who are dying.

It is the suitors.

Penelope swings her legs out of bed, silently making her way over to her mirror. She lights a candle and starts doing her hair and makeup, thanking the stars that she fell asleep in her best dress that night, and it was still fresh looking.

She looks at her own face in the mirror, older and lined. Feels her lips pull down as vanity passes over her, tugging at the unruly grey strands that poke out of her head, half-urgently trying to smooth out her face.

"Penelope," Athena says as she leans over her, eyes dancing with amusement. Athena, who has not appeared to her in four years. Her face is speckled with blood and her chest is heaving with fury- she must be down there too, in the bloodbath. "You know it doesn't matter."

"Can't I want to look my best?" She snaps, slamming her makeup box shut. Walks over to the chest that holds her jewellery and starts putting it on. "Sixteen years I have not seen my husband, I think I'm quite past anyone telling me what to do with regards to finally seeing him again."

A cautionary voice in her head screams at her to stop antagonizing Athena, so close to finally being whole, but when she turns, the goddess only has regret in her eyes.

"I am sorry, Penelope," She says, and Penelope stills, more than aware that it was very likely no one had ever received an apology from this goddess before. "Time passes differently in Olympus. What was four days ended up being four years, when I looked."

Tears prick at her eyes, but she forces them back with a sharp inhale. "That would explain it," She says roughly. "How much longer?"

Athena approaches her, armour clanking, and tilts her face up. When she presses a kiss to Penelope's forehead, she feels some of the desperate madness of the past years dissipate, leaving behind the sorrow-less certainty that she had been wise to wait, that she had been right.

Athena smiles. "Go."

-

She sees him before he sees her.

At first glance, she knows him, blood drenched and older though he is. He stands in the main hall, surrounded by bodies, and moves sharp and precise and inevitable as he takes down suitor after suitor, with none of them able to so much as land a scratch on him. Quick, moving in and out, with a tall, masked figure by his side and-

She clicks her tongue in exasperation, smiling. Sixteen and bloodthirsty, Telemachus stands by their side with furious satisfaction in his eyes as he clumsily shoots down each suitor that gets too close.

That absolute brat. He planned this! No wonder he was so happy this whole past week, when he'd been so morose the entire month before.

Penelope watches from the high balcony. Her trusted maids and all the subjects of the kingdom that still remain come running up the steps to help, some from the far reaches of the town, all gleeful- Ithaka is small, and shouts carry. She can see torches being lit across the city, when she looks, more rushing to the palace, taking out the retinues that had accompanied the men.

She takes a deep breath and makes her way down the stairs.

The brick walls around her swim in and out of focus as she walks, curiously far away. Her sandals sound out against stone.

She had been right. All these years, all this waiting- she had been right.

When she reaches the curtain, she stops and swallows. Sixteen years of waiting. She had promised him she would spend it happy, not grieve him before he was dead- and she had. Enjoyed the power, enjoyed raising her son, learning how to let the moments of grief rush over her and pass by every time she turned to see empty air. Made friends, gained allies, became skilled in politics like no other woman could so openly be. Ithaka flourished under her.

Let it end, she prays. Let that all be past from tonight.

She would give everything up for one more day with her husband.

Her hands are trembling when she pushes aside the curtain.

Odysseus stands in the middle of the room, panting as the last suitor falls, covered in blood. He's ragged, weary, scarred from all the horrors of whatever made him come back to Ithaka alone. Behind him, what looks like the entire kingdom stands together crowded as they stare, the ones who knew him crying themselves in shock, the ones who didn't studying him warily.

Telemachus says something and points to Penelope and she can see him stop breathing, same as her, when their eyes finally meet.

"Penelope," He breathes, swaying forward as he drops his weapons.

"Odysseus," She chokes out, as she forces herself to stop a distance away. Tries not to cry at the blatant hurt in his eyes as she does, at the frown Athena and Telemachus send her way. Feels rage climb in her chest- wants to scream at them both, at them all, that they cannot blame her. "You have returned."

"I have." He takes a step forward and they both shake. "To you. For you. I promised, didn't I?"

"Mother!" Telemachus bursts forth, dismayed. "Why won't you embrace him? It's father, it's really him, you waited so long for this moment!"

"You were too young to remember the shapeshifters that besieged our palace after Troy, my son," She says sadly. Watches grief at the fact settle in Odysseus' expression, then the devastated acceptance of her distance, tries not to let her emotions overweigh her caution at the love in his eyes as he allows her to do so.

Odysseus laughs suddenly, and her heart aches, her muscles cramp from how tightly she holds herself back, as he casually places an elbow on his son's head to lean on him, flashing her one of those grins she remembers so fondly, of the two of them being the only ones on the inside of a joke. It must be him, right? No shapeshifter could be so skilled, to embody the movements of his entire body so. "Don't worry so much, Tel. Your mother doesn't look at me unless I'm dressed in my best clothing- she would refuse to accept it was me either way, when I'm covered in all this blood."

Penelope aches. Penelope aches.

"So then I assume you wouldn't mind waiting until the daylight?" She smiles, half-fake. Her heart pounds as she turns to Eumeus and says, "Move our bed to the main hall for him, would you? I-"

She can't bring herself to speak further, turning back too quickly to look. Her stomach drops as Odysseus straightens back up with shock, her heart flips as hurt flashes over his face, and she's already running as he says in confusion and anger, "Damn you, woman! Did you take an axe to our fucking bed when I was gone-"

"It is you!" She exclaims as she throws herself into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as tight as she can. She sobs, and sixteen years of missing him spring to the surface all at once as she gasps for air in between tears, a smile on her face as she finally lets her mask fall. "Oh gods, oh Olympus, it's you, it's really actually you!"

Odysseus doesn't move for a moment under her, then says in a thick voice, "You fucking trickster."

And finally, finally, hugs her back.

"Don't be angry with me," She begs, voice devastated with her crying as she hangs off him. Holds onto him as if he'll disappear, escape her grasp again if she lets him go. "Don't be angry, please, I beg you, don't be irritated, or annoyed, I couldn't bear it-"

So long overdue was this reunion, and she spoiled it with her paranoia; if the first thing she did as a wife when no husband would do what he'd done for her was disappoint him-

"I am not," Odysseus says gently, cradling her face, holding her with the same desperation. Her ears burn with the sound of his voice, no longer a memory she had to guard fiercely against forgetting, every syllable just the same as she remembers it, saying new words. "I understand why, my love, trust me, I am only happy. I am only happy."

Penelope wails, her crown crashing to the floor with the force of it, shoulders shaking, and Odysseus holds her closer.

"Oh, Penelope," He whispers sadly. His voice cracks and he breaks down in tears too as they sink to the floor together. "My Penelope."

They cry on the floor like animals, a loud terrible din in front of everyone there, uncaring of who watches. Penelope tries to crawl into his lap, and he tries to crawl into hers- she has the wild thought that they need to both slit themselves into puzzle pieces so that they can fit together more tightly, to be satisfied.

Finally, they run out of tears, shaking on the floor ungracefully, still holding onto each other. She tries to press every inch of her body against his, even as the fear of having not seen his face while she embraced him makes her rear back to look, wiping off the blood to see him underneath. "You're home. You came back."

"I did," He says softly, eyes as adoring as she remembers them to be. She curls her fingers into his hair, relearns the shape of his face, traces her fingers over his nose and eyebrows. "Fought a lot of people to do it, but I did. I'm home."

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you," She chokes out and shifts so she can hold him as he starts crying again at her words.

"Penelope," He whispers, threadbare- her poor husband, who fought so hard to come back home, with the glaring absence of all the men he loved who went with him, who has something shattered deep within his eyes because of whatever the Fates put him through. "Penelope."

"I have you. You have me." Penelope chants, looking around until she catches sight of Telemachus and Athena, both smiling. Telemachus sniffles and wipes at her face, and it is with a start that Penelope realizes that the goddess is also crying when she reaches up to elegantly wipe at her face. Holds out a hand with a grin that feels more real on her face than any she's worn these sixteen years past. "What, you two require official invitations?"

All of them nearly fall over with the force at which the other two rush into them, and they all laugh. Penelope holds her family close, all four of them together once more, and looks beyond to smirk victoriously at all her handmaidens and advisors and all the idiots who'd told her to move on. Some lay their eyes down as she looks, some of them incline their heads in acceptance and respect, and a few of them shake their heads with a smile. Penelope will not be losing their trust anytime soon.

She takes a shaky breath and holds them all close. Her family. Her loves.

She's never letting any of them go again.

[cottoncandyswisherz]

bae i luh you

peaches asked, so i delivered because who am i to say no to a god?

bf!chris x gf!reader

warnings: fluff, HATING ASS HOE, suggestive, swearing,

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the bass was BOOMING in the tara's living room. today was nicks second space camp drop and ms. yummy insisted on celebrating with a party because of course.

as y/n stepped into the house she was assaulted by the smell of alcohol and sweat.

someone needed a fucking speedstick because DAMN!

anyway, she was brought out of her thoughts by her boyfriends arm being snaked around her waist as she walked. 

"you alright chris?" she asked.

"yeah im good. im just not trynna get fucked up tonight, so you gotta stay close." he reassured her.

"i wasn't leaving your side anyway." she said, grabbing his hand and making her way to their crew. "SUP SLUTS?" she shouted and everybody cheered. 

and the night went on just like that. 

taking a shot for solidarity, partying with their friends, and losing themselves in the night. everyone danced and enjoyed each othe

r. chris and y/n particularly enjoyed each other. 

suddenly y/n's new favorite song came on. as soon as she heard that "i say HOOOOO BABBYYYYY" a switch flipped. 

the moment was no longer about enjoying the feeling of chris being semi-hard on her ass. it was about letting the whole house know that he was hers.

and wreck-it ralph himself couldn't break that. 

so she did what any self-respecting woman would do. she began screaming the lyrics to him while moving her body and making heart hands. 

bae i love you you my everything im yo main bitch fuck a wedding ring

chris just laughed and began singing along with her, pulling her body to his, so their noses were touching. 

in this moment, y/n realized how much she loved chris. what she'd do for him. she'd keep every secret. she'd lie for him. she'd kill for him. she'd die for him. she'd live for him. 

did it scare her? fuck yes. 

she was supposed to be a pimp, not a lover girl. and she only knew this man for a year. but if president sexyy can be tied down than so can she.

i only knew him for a week but i swear thats my boo i might let the nigga trap me bitch my summer through but dont give a fuck do anythang for you

the couple was in la la land (ryan gosling hit me up!) as they danced and laughed and loved up on each other. 

to the untrained eye, it was disgusting. but to their friends, it was the moment they'd all been waiting for.

matt smiled with pride at the side of chris being with who he really wanted to be with, rather than who he think people want him to be with.

nick was shocked at chris being so openly in a relationship after physically cringing at the mere thought of sharing a scooter with a girl, but happy for him nonetheless.

tara was damn near in tears, seeing y/n being her true soft self.

jake was wishing he had someone he could be gross and cute with.

tril (who introduced the pair) was just glad chris was finally getting non-toxic pussy and y/n was getting the dick she deserved.

but of course the moment had to be ruined. 

there's always a bitch ass bitch trying to  kill the vibe. 

or should i say, a bitch ass bum.

as soon as the couple saw who'd been standing there staring at them like monkeys in a zoo, they made eye contact and simultaneously busted out laughing.

"what do you want bruh?" chis asked, sighing in an attempt to control his giggling.

"you're fucking with her after we just broke up two weeks ago?" she nudged her head in y/n's direction, which only changed her mood from wildly entertained to mildy irritated. 

"i'm not just 'fucking with' her." chris responded bluntly. "she's my girlfriend. my girl. friend." chris made sure to enunciate his words because he knew this girl was a little slow. "something you would have had to been for us to 'break up'. which we never did. because we never dated." he pulled y/n into his side and made sure she was good before he looked back at his old talking stage.

y/n was more than good. her pussy flooded when chris called her his girlfriend. 

nigga we go together tell them hoes we go together

"but-"

 this bitch still fucking here?

"but nothing hoe." y/n butt in, deciding to handle this situation herself. she stepped to the girl and looked her good in the eyes, to make sure she felt every word. "he just told you he has a girlfriend so get the fuck on and find something safe to do."

the girl cowered and walked away without another peep. leaving chris and y/n to embrace each other with passion and love and lust and all the other good feelings.

it was official. everyone knew they were together. 

everyone knew that they were each others. 

what more could a retired pimp ask for?

niyah speaks luh part two to feed yall for the week

taglist: @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @mattssluttygf @zniyadgaf

remember that if no one loves you, mommy loves you (and by mommy i mean me)

[rowretro]

ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝔼𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣

✧taglist: @enha-ism

✧warnings: toxic/yandere themes, violence, stalking Blood, forceful kiss

✧synopsis: Yandere Riki kidnaps you after planning for so long. He finally gets to keep you, you're all his. The male expected you to scream, shout and put up a fight so he can punish and tame you, however things were a lot different with his y/n...

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Finally, after all those years of watching other boys and girls be so close with his pretty princess, he finally got her to himself. Y/n woke up, chained in a basement, she was quite shocked and a little frightened by her surroundings. When she set her eyes on Riki, she felt like she was dreaming.

"Look here princess... outside of this basement is a beautiful home for you and me to live in. If you behave and do as I say princess... I'll spoil you with everything you want." He said as he twirled her hair "But if you disobey me... you will face harsh consequences darling..." He added as he yanked on her hair, glaring at her. "I'll do anything you say babe" The girl said staring up at him as Riki frowned.

"How cute... so easy to scare hmm?" Riki asked as he pecked her lips softly, leaving the girl blushing. After an hour or so of silence in the basement, he let her out, leading her to their bedroom, he took her to the walk in closet where all of y/n's clothes, and other beautiful clothes exactly like the ones on her wish list or basket hung in order. "This is your side of the closet, like it?" he asked as the girl smiled.

"Don't think I'll ever let you out darling... the only time you'd ever be allowed out is to skool, with me." He sternly said as y/n nodded. "You know I'm not that scary right?" Riki said and she smiled at him "I know babe, but I want to make you happy" the girl said as the male seemed shocked, he gave her a towel and kissed her forehead, realizing she was sincere about that. She fucking loves him the way he loves her.

Since that day, even the school knows that the 2 are openly dating, though unaware of his yandere tendencies. So many people shipped them, they were just so cute together, inseparable. However other. 2 boys in specific. Really hated the 2 being together. Ryan and Tyler, who had been trying to pursue y/n for the past year or so, are pissed to see how Riki swooped in and took her away.

So they acted on it. Riki had gotten into detention as per usual and you waited for him outside as the teacher wouldn't let you in. Knowing this, Tyler dragged her to an empty classroom, while Ryan covered your mouth with his hand, the males smirked as she tried to leave the classroom.

"Not so fast pretty girl..." Tyler said pulling her back by her hair. "The 2 of us fucking tried all we could to get you for the past year, we were so sweet so fucking perfect... yet you went out with that freak?!!!" Ryan yelled at her as he slapped her hard enough to make her head hit the board. He pulled her back, forcefully kissing her. Before any of them can even lay another hand on her, the door went flying off it's hinges, hitting Tyler.

When the 2 males turned around, they were met with a very pissed off Riki. Do I even need to tell you what happened to them? According to the teachers there, the boys fought each other so badly, they ended up killing each other. So says the police, the court, and everyone. Riki kissed the girl's forehead as he dried her hair "Next time I get into detention, cause some trouble and get in with me hmm baby?" Riki asked as the girl nodded with a smile.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Shane finding out about the Marnie and Lewis relationship? And that Lewis won’t openly be with her?

So... how would Shane react? Depending on exactly how he finds out about it.

If Marnie just tells him about it right away, his face express pure cringe, along the lines like "seriously? Out of all the candidates, you chose him?", but then he'll say that it's up to Marnie to decide who she's happy with.

If, on the other hand, Shane catches Lewis late at night trying to sneak in through the window (like a teenager, merciful Yoba 🤦) and scares him or Jas, Shane will make a scene. For where is it seen that local mayor climb like night thief into a house! Shane lives here too! And Jas! Who thought about the girl when that old prick came through the window?! Maybe Jas would have been scared to death and crying!

His attitude towards this not-so-pleasant event changes dramatically when Shane learns that it's kept secret and he's not supposed to tell anyone. If earlier it was cringe, now it's complete confusion mixed with disbelief, anger and disgust.

It's going to take a lot of willpower (or Jas standing next to him, because he's not going to swear in front of her) to keep from screaming and swearing at everyone (mostly Lewis).

"Am I the only adult here?!" The fact that they're actually behaving even worse than teenagers just pissed Shane off. Even more infuriating to him was the fact that it was Lewis' initiative to keep everything a secret from everyone in Pelican Town.

"Marnie, you're letting him treat you like garbage?!"

"Shane, mind your-"

"Shut the fuck up, you old farts, I'm talking to Marnie right now, not you!"

Anyway, there's gonna be a scandal. Shane will say everything he thinks about their mayor and scold him for being a coward, also not forgetting to add that all this talk about "tainted status" is bullshit and a stupid excuse.

"So worried about your status? Then go fuck your status instead."

One of my personal developments in the plot is that Lewis, some time after the scandal, realises that there's really no point in keeping it a secret and that it hurts Marnie's feelings so much. So at the Flower Dance, the Mayor will shout, "Ah, frick it!" and kiss Marnie passionately in full view of everyone. And Marnie will return the favour.

Lewis will expect judgement, but in the end half the residents will just breathe a sigh of relief and shout "Finally!" (Shane will shout louder than everyone), then so the other half will just congratulate Lewis and Marnie. The Mayor is shocked. And feels like a complete arse and an idiot for not doing it sooner.

Shane is still sceptical about Marnie's choice, but it's her choice. The only thing he can do is make sure Lewis doesn't pull something like this in the future, or else the conflict won't be resolved simply by words.

[period-of-nocturne]

Talking about purple goofball... Mafuyu. I just read Engeki Event. That was... heavy. You could said it was a angsty event. But I don't care because I'm so proud of her. I almost screamed when she finally questioned things. Told things. The way her voice pitch wavered between her persona's one and her more natural voice, sometimes mid sentence.

Ms. Asahina made me curse in French I'm so done with her. That moment when she starts crying and Mafuyu snaps because it remembers her that day at PXL- I thought my head was about to explode.

Of everything we have seen, PXL day is what I despise the most about Mafumom.

Because, you see, I can understand a parent thinking they're doing the right thing while doing the wrong one. I can understand a parent doing the wrong thing for whatever reason, and taking accountability for it.

But that day at PXL was utterly nonsensical.

She told Mafuyu to not leave her sight. Mafuyu did because a little kid's attention span is very short and scattered all over the place and if your attention isn't directed to them they will inevitably trail off.

Once finding the child back, a bad parent's reaction would be to get upset and apologise afterwards -or not, depending the parent's maturity.-

A good parent will just be glad their kid is alright.

Ma'am? She started with the "I'm glad you're alright and it's all that matters" speech. The correct option.

But right after reassuring Mafuyu, she switched to the wrong option. The "why didn't you listen to me ? I told you not to do that".

Except it couldn't have been a wrong reaction out of panic. She was able to compose herself before. There is no reason for her to snap now. It felt forced. Acted out.

It forever looks like a calculated move, to me. Something she did on purpose, to make sure Mafuyu will listen to her no matter what.

"You will listen to me."

She admitted it, in that event. I've only been proved right.

It's disgusting. Upsetting. Infuriating. I hate it.

She didn't acted like a bad, immature parent (she is but for other reasons). It's not even that she sucks, it's that she's been openly vicious, manipulative and controlling. And it's so hard to determine if she's aware of it or not. Most of the time it doesn't seem so. But that one PXL scene, and the moment she raised her voice during their argument gives another impression.

Truth is that it doesn't matter if it's purposeful or not, she is doing the wrong thing all the same at the end of the day. And if she refuses it understand it, acknowledge it, and try to change, she's good to go with the trash.

But seeing hints that it could be intentional is vomitting.

I think I'll have to make a post about that witchy woman someday. There's so much to say and I could go for hours. The point is that Mafuyu is breaking free and I'm so proud of her. So despite my current rage and disgust, I'm still happy. I also can't help but smile each time I see someone say they relate to Mafuyu, and understood their own situation better thanks to her story. There's somehting amazing about how it can reach so many people and open theur eyes. And maybe open to them a door to break free from the mess they're stuck in.

On a side note, to fall back into JPsekai frenzy, seeing Mizuki and Ena's light conversation breaks my heart-

[satureja13]

Poor Ms Coombes. It was one of the hardest decisions in her long life to order oblibious Ji Ho to attack Vlad hidden in that mannequin. But Ji Ho would have never directed his powers purposefully at Vlad. No matter how angry they would have made him. Yes. She also ordered the others to additionally upset Ji Ho so he let out all his feelings and anger... They needed to find out what's about that spell Morgan mentioned. In a safe environment - before the Boys would return to the mundane world. (Ms Coombes is convinced that Ji Ho's grandfather put a spell on him to seduce Vlad. It must have happened two years ago, after Ji Ho left the Slums and lived in the ocean until she found him. Ji Ho's grandfather and the Council just waited until Ji Ho gained his feelings back and sooner or later they would further influence him to steal Vlad's powers and the Prophecy would be averted and the Council remained save. As it seems, Ji Ho's grandfather already managed to influence Ji Ho in the Therapy Game. They might be nowhere safe from him.) Luckily Vlad was prepared and able to parry Ji Ho's attack. Wesley also put a protection spell on the mannequin. The worst damage done is Vlad's broken heart. Was the love he felt for Ji Ho really a lie? They can only be sure after they found a way to remove the spell. But does Vlad really want this? Better under a spell than without Ji Ho.

The others gathered in the Screaming Mandrake for dinner. Ji Ho: "Where is Vlad?" Kiyoshi: "Oh, um... Ms Coombes has something to discuss with him. She has to leave soon and needs to make sure we are covered for the next days until our next lessons." They ate in silence. They love Ji Ho. But now, that they know what he's capable of... Ms Coombes did warn them to not let this incident change their feelings for Ji Ho - and of course it doesn't. Just...

They are more determined than ever to work extra hard to find a way to finally remove that spell. Ji Ho does still not know that Vlad was hidden in the mannequin. He's just so happy to finally feel powerful. Powerful enough to search for his grandfather and fight him. And once he's dead, that spell would die with him.

Ms Coombes joined them, she has to leave soon. She can't speak openly around Ji Ho, so she just told Sai and Jeb to meet Vlad to talk about their schedule for the next days... (Means to look after him in the hospital wing until he feels better ö.ö) And Ji Ho to clean up the Defense against the Dark Arts Classroom. (Because he caused the most mess down there.)

Jack and Kiyoshi care for Vlad in the night shift, so Kiyoshi took Jack to the beach. Vlad is Jack's best friend and he's worried beyond measure. He needs a break. Jack: "Thank you for saving Vlad, Kiyoshi. And for being there for me. I'm having a hard time." Kiyoshi: "Vlad will be fine. Even though Ji Ho hit him harder than expected, Wesley did a great job with that protection spell. He'll be out of the hospital wing by tomorrow, you'll see. And - I'll always be there for you."

Jack: "I'd love to be your mate - always. And... and I grew fond of you. Now that we finally left all the misunderstandings and madness behind us. But is this possible even though you're a deity know? Don't you have to leave again to do your eh... deity stuff?" Kiyoshi laughed: "Even though I've spent 6 decades in that tree, and there are people who think of me as a deity and worship me - to be honest they mostly worship the tree. And it's the tree who heals them. I just kind of nurish it somehow. Anyway, I'm not more special than you are, Super Soldier ^^' And no, I won't leave you again. I've learned my part. Painfully." Jack sighed and looked at the last remaining rash spot on his arm. He also learned his part, painfully: "That almost sounds to good to be true. I'm happy, you know?" Kiyoshi: "I'm happy too."

They sat there for a while and talked about this and that and Jack put his arm around Kiyoshi again to make sure he doesn't tip over, like last time... And Kiyoshi leaned his head on Jack's shoulder - until it was time to take turns with Jeb in the hospital wing to care for Vlad.

Sai spent the time in between with Ji Ho, doing homework and preparing their upcoming meeting where they'd discuss how to remove that spell from Ji Ho. And now it's time to go to bed. Ji Ho: "Where is Jack?" Of course Sai can't tell Ji Ho that Jack spends the night in the hospital wing with Vlad who got hurt by Ji Ho's attack... Sai: "Ah, he sleeps upstairs..." (That's not even a lie, since the hospital wing is upstairs - just upstairs the tops' bedroom...) Ji Ho: "With his Alphas? Aren't you going to drag him out of there?"

Saiwa: "I think we shouldn't worry about this anymore." Ji Ho: "Hm..." As if that were so easy! Ji Ho does not want Vlad to have anyone else than him! As soon as this spell is removed and Vlad - hopefully - still fells something for him, he will hit so hard on Vlad, he forgets Jack and his damn pheromones ever existed! Maybe Vlad will hate Ji Ho because he seduced him? Will Vlad still feel something for him when the spell is gone?

That's the same thing Vlad still worries about. How will it feel when the spell is removed? Will there be any attraction left between them to build a relationship upon? Or will they just be - what? They barely ever talked to each other or spent much time together. So they didn't even have something that could be called friendship. What will this make them after the spell is gone? Acqaintances? Gladly Jack is with him. His presence soothes him. Just a few more days and they'll know more.

Before Vlad fell in a restless sleep, he hears Skully singing from 2 floors below, until Sai told yelled at him to shut up already...

'Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance And spaces between us You have come to show you go on

Near, far, wherever you are I believe that the heart does go on Once more, you open the door And you're here in my heart And my heart will go on and on'

Celine Dion - My Heart will go on

TMI: I've never seen that movie! ö.ö No way I'm gonna waste my time when I already know beforehand there's no happy end...

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Current Chapter: 'Here comes the Sun' from the beginning ▶️ here Last Chapter: 'Who killed Jack?' from the beginning ▶️ here

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[rebelwrites]

Eight: Highs And Lows

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

WARNINGS: this is such an emotional chapter, heavy themes of dementia

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Stepping out onto the small wooden stage, I felt the bile rise in my throat as I looked out across the bar seeing everyone’s eyes were on me. I was about to show the world my vulnerabilities, my insecurities and a part of me that I had lost. In a way this was me trying to find myself once again, I had spent far too long trying to be a superhero when in reality I was just plain old Nova.

Wrapping my fingers around the neck of my guitar, I let out a shaky breath trying to remember how free I felt when I sang.

You can do this!

Letting my eyes flutter closed I let the backing track wash over me, feeling the beat take over my soul as I started strumming the strings on my guitar, “So he's gone and left you all alone, think the better of your years were spent with him. The little girl who used to dance, on fire and brimstone, is all but dead,” my voice was shaky to start with but I quickly found my rhythm as the music took over my body.

“Where's the girl I knew that held a lighter up to the radio. She'd do anything she wants, because she can. We were seventeen and wild and we were jumpin' on the Devil's bed, I didn't raise you like that,” finally opening my eyes, I looked over to Pops’ booth, seeing the tears form in his eyes tugged at my heart. “I taught you lessons about freedom strapped to the bucket of a four five five. I lit your hair on fire racing ten mile flats. Where American heavy metal thrives. Oh we were waitin' and wishin' on pink slips and kisses at the end of the line. When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass, and you screamed on high I'm alive.”

It only seemed right that this was the first song I openly sang, John Teller was the man I called my father, the man that taught me right from wrong, the man that took me in when my dead beat biological parents chose drugs over me. This was the song he always used to sing to me when I was having a bad day, it always reminded me who I was.

“You can say that cat is long gone, I bet you look real hard you can find that girl within. She's probably waitin' in the wings, for you to come along, let her out again. You need a quarter mile, a bunch of horses and some gasoline,” I was putting my all into this song, in a way this was my way of speaking to myself, reminding myself that I needed to be myself. Not hiding behind this superhero image I had made myself into in order to keep my head above water. It was time that I was true to myself, it was the only way I was going to be able to move forward.

My gaze locked with Charles, there was something about the way he was looking at me that nearly made my resolve crumble into pieces. Tears threatened to spill over my lash line as I belted out the song. “I taught you lessons about freedom strapped to the bucket of a four five five. I lit your hair on fire, racing ten mile flats. Where American heavy metal thrives. Oh we were waitin' and wishin', on pink slips and kisses at the end of the line. When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass and you screamed, I'm alive.”

For the first time in a while I felt free, the worries about showing the world my vulnerable side quickly dissolved as the music wrapped around me like a soothing blanket, as if it was protecting me from the outside world. I knew the final part of the song was coming up, I refused to break eye contact with Charles, I just hoped that he understood what I was trying to express to him through the song, especially with the last line.

“I'm alive. You wanna meet a girl I used to know, let's take a drive.”

Spinning around I let out a shaky breath, carefully placing the guitar back in the stand before turning back to face everyone in the room. Jax was wolf whistling, Pops was crying and everyone else was clapping. Nothing could take the smile off my face right now I was in my element as I jumped off the stage making way over to the corner my family were huddled in.

The moment I got within touching distance Jax pulled me into his arms, pressing a kiss against the top of my head, “that gave me fucking chills, Squirt,” he hummed, squeezing me tight. Wiggling out of his grasp I took Pops’ hands in mine, the proud watery smile that was on his face told me everything.

“I’ve missed your singing,” he whispered, squeezing my hand, “seeing you up on that stage took me back to when you used to put on your own concerts in the living room, singing into your hairbrush.”

Oh god he was going to spill off of my embarrassing moments in front of the guy I was currently crushing hard on. I needed to be sitting down for this, Jax being the ass he was, had taken the space next to Pops meaning the only spot left for me was next to Charles. Right now I wanted the world to swallow me whole, especially when Jax jumped in on the action as well, he loved any chance he could to tease me.

“Oh yeah, you used to make us sit through a whole damn performance, home made tour t-shirts included,” Jax smirked. I could see where this was going, he had a mischievous look in his eyes as he spoke, “you even made him set up the camcorder to make it an official tour, even though it only ever happened in the living room.”

“Now that I would love to see,” Charles chuckled, nudging my shoulder as I sat back in the same spot as earlier.

“I think Pops still has the VHS,” Jax winked, causing me to flip him the bird.

“Don’t you fucking dare Jackson Teller,” I growled through gritted teeth, “if that video ever manages to make it to the surface I will personally take a sledgehammer to your Harley and your dirt bike.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Try me, asswipe!” I shrugged, downing a glass of amber liquid but I nearly ended up spraying Jax with whiskey from across the table as I felt Charles try to slyly move his arm around me. It was the classic fake yawn trick but even so the action caused my heart rate to double.

“You okay?” Jax asked, cocking his brow, I could tell he noticed Charles’ movement by the smirk on his face.

“Wrong hole,” I breathed, reaching for a napkin to wipe my face. My head was spinning and not from the alcohol or performing, this was the most contact I had with Charles since he arrived in town and I was starting to freak out, especially when he scooted over in the booth, his leg pressing against mine. In my head I told myself that it was only to allow Elenor to sit in between him and Pierre.

For the next few hours we ate, drank and laughed. Everything felt natural, the more time I spent with Charles and Pierre it felt like we had been friends for years, the conversation never dried up, there were never any awkward moments even when Elenor spilt her drink all over Charles’ hoodie.

He made out that it didn’t matter when Elenor started to freak out, her bottle lip was wobbling, her bright blue eyes were shield by tears that threatened to fall. Charles ignored his wet hoodie to console Elenor. Watching him wrap his arms around her, running his hand over the back of her head trying to get her to calm down warmed my heart, he was so good with her. Once he was happy she was okay, he attempted to take the wet garment off without making anyone move. As he pulled his arms over his head, his t-shirt rode up giving me the perfect view of his toned stomach.

The sight made my heart skip a beat, I needed to distract myself, I could feel my skin heat up, to the point I knew my cheeks were bright red. Pulling my gaze away from his abs I tried to find anything else to look at but in turn I ended up catching Pierre’s eye, smirking at me knowingly. The moment Charles’ hoodie hit the table I grabbed it mumbling into the air, “let me take care of this,” before I scurried out to the back where we kept the industrial tumble dryer. This thing always amazed me, it dried items super quick meaning I had an excuse to not be at the table whilst I waited for his hoodie to dry.

Stepping out of the back door I placed a cigarette between my lips, the sound of the birds in the trees gave me something other than my racing heart to focus on. The sun was starting to set which provided a welcome breeze, but it wasn’t enough. I was so close to grabbing a pack of frozen peas out of the freezer to try to cool my face down.

My mind was spinning with everything that had happened this evening. I was relieved that Pops loved the performance, I couldn’t lie it did feel good to get back up on the stage. My thoughts drifted back to Charles, I swear the connection between us was getting stronger by the second even though we hadn’t spoken that much. There was just something about him that set my entire world on fire.

It was like our souls had been entwined in a previous lifetime.

I stayed outside until I had got my nerves under control, even if it meant I smoked two cigarettes back to back, dropping the butt into the bucket by the door. I pushed myself off the wall, taking a deep breath, exhaling loudly before heading back inside to check on the progress on the dryer.

Once I had rejoined the table I dropped Charles’ sweater in front of him, the confused look on his face made me giggle, “we have a commercial dryer, don’t worry I ain’t a hoodie thief,” I shrugged. My words caused a large smile to appear on his face as I sat back down next to him. This time he didn’t try to be sly about his movements, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“Thank you,” he whispered, letting his fingers run over the back of my hand like he was drawing something.

“I wasn’t gonna let you sit in wet clothes all night,” I smiled, boldly resting my hand on his knee, “I ain’t cruel.”

It was like it was only me and him in the room, these small touches made me realize how much I missed the intimacy of being with someone. It was like someone had put us in a protective bubble allowing us to openly flirt with each other. That was until Pierre coughed bringing us back down to the real world.

“You two need to get a room,” he smirked, pouring himself another glass of whiskey.

“What does that mean, Auntie Nova?” Elenor asked, looking up from her coloring book.

“Nothing, baby,” I giggled, before narrowing my eyes at Pierre causing him to hold his hands up in defense.

“You need to watch this one Charles, she’s feisty,” Pierre hummed with a large smile on his face.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the look on Pops’ face had changed, he had gone from smiling to throwing daggers across the table at me and Charles. The knot in my stomach made itself known once again, I knew the expression on Pop’s face all too well.

“You just have to flirt with everyone don’t you Gemma,” he spat, slamming his palm onto the table causing me to flinch at the sudden movement. “You can’t be fucking faithful if you tried!”

Tears pricked my eyes, normally I could deal with his episodes but this one cut deep, it felt personal. The fact he thought I was Gemma made me want to throw up, I was nothing like her, never have been and never will be but for some reason in his head right now that's who he saw me as. I had never moved so fast in my life, pushing Charles’ arm off me, moving so I was crouched in front of Pops

“Pops, it’s me,” I whispered, placing my hand on his arm, “it’s Nova.”

“Get off me,” he shouted, pushing me backwards causing me to fall on my ass.

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I looked up at Charles and Pierre. “Can one of you get her out of here please, she doesn’t need to see this. I have a feeling it won’t be pretty.”

Both boys quickly moved out of the booth, Pierre taking Elenor's hand guiding her out of the firing zone, she didn’t need to see her Poppy like this. Charles was now standing in front of me, offering his hand for me to take, he had an apologetic smile on his face as he helped me off the floor.

“You never could keep your hands to yourself could you!” Pops growled at me, pushing himself to his feet so he could square up to me, “whenever there was someone new in town you would be all over them like a rash, not caring about me.”

I couldn’t stop the tears from rolling freely down my cheeks, I knew his words weren’t aimed at me but they still hurt. Especially knowing that he thought I was his ex-wife.

“Pops, Gemma is dead!” I said, trying not to lose my temper, reminding myself that he wasn't himself right now.

He hadn’t had an outburst this bad in a while, seeing the man I looked up too lose all control like this completely broke me. There was nothing anyone could do, we just needed to ride it out but I knew the way he was looking at me right now was going to be burned into my soul.

My heart was in pieces, the man standing in front of me wasn’t one I recognised. Roughly wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand I tried to stop the tears from falling but nothing was working. The whole bar had fallen silent at Pops’ outburst, I needed to get out of the room, right now it felt like the walls were starting to close in on me trying to squeeze the life out of my body.

“Sunshine, you okay?” Charles asked, placing his hand on my lower back. His touch provided some calmness to the whirlwind of a situation.

“I need to be alone right now,” I sniffled, knowing my make up was well and truly fucked right now. Shrugging Charles’ hand off me, I let out a shaky breath as I tried to move through the bar but it was just my luck that everyone was standing between me and the door blocking my escape.

“Can everyone fucking move out of my way!” I growled, not caring how harsh I sounded.

“Nova,” Jax called out to me, he knew that he shouldn’t follow me, although when I saw a packet of cigarettes flying through the air I weakly smiled at him, catching the smokes with ease, before slipping through the main doors of the bar.

The moment I finally got outside the summer breeze hit my face, my world had just been tipped upside down in the space of five minutes. Feeling the wall take the weight of my body, I didn’t try to hold myself up instead I slumped to the floor pulling my knees to my chest as the sobs took over my body.

Any happiness I felt had now been washed away by Pop’s reaction. I never would have predicted he would act the way he did, seeing me with someone. This was how my life went, one moment I was on top of the world, feeling invincible to feeling the lowest I had felt in a while within a matter of minutes.

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[verdemoun]

how often does the macsummers + karen + jenny polycule fight with each other?

more often than most would consider healthy but less often than you'd think.

the biggest cause of strife is when karen turns up, because honestly sean, lenny and jenny had a good thing going? it was obvious that sean and lenny were very quickly becoming a thing in a more official sense they could ever be in canon era, and jenny was happy just moving into lenny's to split rent and getting the occasional cuddle on the couch. just lenny with sean's head on his shoulder jenny's head on his lap watching movies and there was peace and harmony in the world

karen turns up and it was upheaval. because sean thought he should be with karen because of how things were back then but also being with lenny but also so happy to see karen and she is so overjoyed and relieved and emotional to be back with them all because she was alone and it was a lot - a lot of intense fights between all parties trying to figure out what everyone wanted

for karen it was almost a girlboss moment when she finally got it through sean's head (screaming) she didn't want to be his girlfriend or little wife, love was not going to make whatever it was between them work and sean was both devastated but also slowly connecting the dots wait both is an option?? and everyone else is fighting the urge to slap him because sean come on it's 2002

even then karen and sean arguing was a weekly occurrence before maeve came along because arguing was and still is just part of their dynamic. even if macsummers wasn't a thing karen and sean still just don't balance each other out in a healthy way and are too busy processing their own issues to give one another the level of support they'd need from a partner to work through it

it could be the stupidest thing about who used all the hot water or the most serious argument about karen's boundaries being crossed and sean not knowing how to accommodate that

post maeve their arguments became more tame because they didn't want maeve thinking that's how issues should be handled because they know it's not the healthiest dynamic. they still bicker in private because their squabbles are fun it's serving old married couple but uncomfortable old married couple who openly hate each other but are still affectionate

also they're all 19th century outlaws they were not raised or taught how to talk things out. lenny is the worst at escalating something to an argument when it comes to trying to plan things or be organized and responsible because somehow his life partners are an adhd irishman, a barely functioning alcoholic who is still working on improving herself and a type one bipolar scottish girl (look he has a type)

jenny also absolutely starts shit for funsies at the time only to pull i'm just a baby because she's the youngest of the group even if it's only by a year. but for the most part they can both keep up with her moods and she is very quick to realize when she overstepped and is too gorgeous and apologetic for any of them to stay mad at her

but after establishing they were all ultimately happier being a polycule like proper big trying to hurt each other fights stopped most of their arguments can be settled with chocolate, alcohol, the occasional bouquet of flowers and offers to cook dinner. they got that mr black and mr white you are the worst also i'm sorry can i come in pleading eyes dynamic.

[rainintheevening]

How Qui-Gon saves Anakin (and the Galaxy): Part 3

(You can find the other parts by searching the tag #qui-gon is obi-wan's father au, at the bottom. With the hyphens.)

-Qui-Gon dies about two years into the war.

-Anakin takes it hard. He's really happy being married, and he and Obi-Wan are closer than ever, but the war sucks, and it's dragging on, and now he has to say goodbye to his grandfather, who he's loved and leaned on for over half his life.

-Totally gonna write a scene for this.

-Anakin gets kinda clingy with both Obi-Wan and Padmé after that, though he tries not to be obvious about it. Obi-Wan is kind but reasonable about it. Padmè is equally kind, but him wanting to know exactly where she's going on a given day, or who she's going to be with, does get irritating.

-But in the wake of Qui-Gon's death, Palpatine pounces. There's a big hole in Anakin’s life, and Palptine is no Qui-Gon, but he is kind, and he listens, and he shares Anakin’s concerns about the war and the state of the Republic.

-Anakin is definitely struggling emotionally as we get into the events of RotS. He's not nearly so close to the dark side as in canon, he's not hanging out in the middle between Palpatine and the Jedi, but Palpatine’s coaxing him toward the bridge, he's getting to the edge of solid ground. (Yes, he's not technically a Jedi, but he's been functioning the same as all the rest in the war. They're still all his friends and family, he cares about them plenty.)

-One thing Anakin does a lot is have conversations with Qui-Gon in his head. Rants, jokes, musings on the local flora and fauna. Lots of 'I miss you's.

-Palpatine arranging his kidnapping at Grievous's hands is his first big test of Anakin’s loyalty to him. Siccing Anakin on Dooku is really what will tell Palpatine if trying to turn him will be worth it.

-Anakin still kills Dooku. This would be the first time he's really accessed the dark side. Immediately feels sick to his stomach, but throttles that guilt. Makes himself focus on rescuing Palpatine and Obi-Wan. But after it's like he can feel Qui-Gon's eyes on him, those Dad Special 'I'm not angry, just incredibly disappointed' eyes. He mentally snaps at Qui-Gon, tries to justify killing the man who was his master. Grumbles about not talking to Obi-Wan. Finally sighs, and thinks, Later. I'll talk to him later, I want to see my WIFE.

-Being able to tell Obi-Wan about Padmé being pregnant will be a massive plus! Also word getting round to the rest of the Jedi and everyone going, "Oh no, another Skywalker?!"

-With Anakin not being a member of the Order the whole business of getting appointed to the council gets shot. I'm still unsure how to spin all the political stuff and still make Palps look clever. I'm not politically clever in the least.

-Also since Anakin and Padmé are openly married, there's no real reason not to talk to Obi-Wan about his nightmare visions of Padmé screaming in the throes of childbirth (my dude, just 'cause she's screaming doesn't mean she's dying). But maybe he struggles with his own pride, not wanting to admit his fear to Obi-Wan. He's probably been trying very hard in the past year, since Qui-Gon died, to prove how grown up he can be. (Kinda ridiculous alongside how clingy he is sometimes.) He really wishes Qui-Gon was there.

-Maybe Obi-Wan comes over for dinner, and Anakin dozes off on the couch 'cause he has not been sleeping. Teases Padmé by putting his head in Obi-Wan’s lap, and his feet in hers. Jerks awake from another vision, almost kicking Padmé, and scaring her. Obi-Wan pries the story out of him. Okay, here's another scene I need to write.

-So Anakin’s getting Obi-Wan’s advice, getting reminded of Qui-Gon's advice about the future and his visions. Padmé gets checked out by the Temple healers on Anakin’s request, and she's absolutely fine.

-Obi-Wan goes to Utapau the same. Anakin is torn between wanting to go with him and worrying about Padmé. Obi-Wan chuckles a bit at that, and tells Anakin, he's honoured, but Anakin’s duty is to his wife, and didn't they say something about twins having a tendency to come early? So he should probably stick around.

-And Palptine knows he's gotta make his move fast or he's going to lose Anakin. Anakin still isn't sleeping well, cause the visions don't just stop. Palpatine calls him in, does his big reveal. Appeals to Anakin with the promise of being able to save Padmé for sure for sure. (So stupid because of course you can't control the future, but the offer sounds pretty darn tempting to a frustrated and worried Anakin.)

-That all kinda goes the same. Anakin reacts to the Sith Lord reveal, gets talked down, doesn't say a whole lot, takes Palps advice to think on it.

-He goes back to the Temple, tells Mace. I think he would be particularly torn over the idea of Palpatine being the Sith lord, because he's always held onto a seed of hatred for the Sith, because it was a Sith who wounded Qui-Gon so severely, in a way that eventually led to his death, at a time when Anakin felt like he'd never needed both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan in his life more. And now a man he thought was a friend is the Number One Sith, possibly even was behind Darth Maul?? But then he was promising Anakin certainty about Padmé's life, which he could really use these days. He's confused, really not sure who to trust, or who's telling the truth. Of course he begs to go with Mace to arrest Palpatine. Mace looks him dead in the eye, says, "I know he's your friend. If he is the Sith Lord, will you be willing to do whatever it takes to stop him?" Anakin hesitates longer than two seconds, and Mace shakes his head. "Than I don't want you being forced to make that decision in the heat of a moment. You're staying here."

-This is still the crucial moment, the tipping point. Anakin’s tempted, sorely tempted to believe Palpatine. But... more than anything he wishes he could talk to Qui-Gon. It's been over a year since he last heard his grandpa's voice, last felt that gentle hand on his shoulder. He waits in the Council chamber and he's alone, so he starts talking to Qui-Gon out loud. Begging for advice, for Qui-Gon to tell him what he should do.

-It takes him a minute or two to realize that his imagined responses from Qui-Gon are just a little... louder, quicker, and more direct than usual. It sounds like Qui-Gon is actually TALKING to him, and then he can hear that familiar chuckle, an incredibly familiar brush of warm, tempered strength and gentleness in the Force, and he pretty much falls over. Thumps down into a chair (pure coincidence that it's Obi-Wan’s usual seat).

-This changes everything.

-I will be writing this scene.

-They talk. Qui-Gon's reminders of the truth are like breathing clean air or drinking fresh water, after subsisting on smoke or engine oil for a while. Anakin gets his feet back on solid ground. He makes his choice.

-He goes to fight Palpatine. Helps Mace. Palpatine dies, but not directly by a blow from Anakin. Probably deflected Force lightning.

-Order 66 gets averted. Obi-Wan comes home safe. The babies are born. Padmé has a hard labour, but she's fine.

-And to make a long story short, they lived happily ever after. :)

[braveclementine]

Chapter 4

Warnings: Angst, Main Character Death

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

James Rupert Rhodes United States Air Force October 6, 1968 Now Protecting Us From Above

You laid your flowers down in front of the simple but clean gravestone at the Long Island National Cemetery. The flowers were a dark blue and roses.

"Hi James." You whispered, tears coming up in your eyes again. You had been a hot mess ever since you had gotten back from the HYDRA base. "I. . . I came to see you. I just wanted to tell you how much I miss you. It's like there's this huge hole missing in my heart. I just wanted. . . I wanted to tell you that I love you. So very, very much. I wanted to tell you that you deserved more than what you got. You deserved more than what I could give you."

You wiped your face and choked out, "I'm carrying your baby now. Yours and Tony's. He's really happy, I hope you're looking down from Heaven and can see how happy he is. You and I both know he always wanted to be a father."

You tears had trailed all over your face and you wiped them away from your chin and cheeks, "Sorry for being such a hot mess. I just really. . . really fucking miss you. You're supposed to. . . you're supposed to hold your child James. I want. . . I wanted you to be able to hold your child."

You hunched over on your knees, openly sobbing now as you hugged your arms around your chest. Tony knelt down from where he had been standing behind you, wrapping his arms around you.

"Let it all out." Tony whispered. You could feel his own tears sliding down his rugged cheeks. "Let it out. It helps."

And you did. You sobbed, cried, and even screamed about the unfairness of this cruel world. It wasn't fair. Wasn't fair at all, no.

When you finally settled down, you got to your feet shakily, turning, and burying your head into Tony's firm, warm chest.

Stephen crossed the graveyard, carrying two cups of hot chocolate in his hands, handing them to the two of you silently. You sniffled, eyes pink, nose red, cheeks burning red.

"Come on." Stephen said quietly, taking both yours and Tony's hands into his own. "Let's go home."

***

Elizabeth Hope Clementine Maximy July 22, 2003 To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure -Albus Dumbledore

You stood between Clint and Loki in the fourth row at the funeral. Her parents and five brothers sobbed in the front row. Her mother rocked back and forth in her seat, clutching her arms to her chest. Her father had his head tilted back proudly, letting his red rimmed eyes leak tears. Her brothers varied from being to complete messes to being extremely stoic.

Hogun sat in his chair, head hanging as he stared at the ground. Sif sat next to him, a worried expression on her face, a hand on his shoulder. Fandral sat on the other side of him and Volstagg was next to Sif.

Minerva Elizabeth sat on Wanda's lap, as Hogun looked in no position to hold her. He didn't even look like he could hold himself together.

Vision was in his human form and his eyes were tinted red from the tears he had shedded. And they say he had no feelings because he was a robot! The audacity of people.

Pietro looked just as bad as Vision, sitting between Jessie and Katherine who were both openly crying. Katerina was curled up against Heimdall. They had still gotten married, but they had not made a ceremony of it.

You stayed behind after everyone was long gone, which was hours as her mother seemed unable to leave the gravesite. It took her father finally almost lifting her off the ground to carry her back to the car that it was just you- and Loki who stayed adamantly by your side.

You had picked up yellow roses, reminding you of her Hufflepuff side. Loki stayed back by the chairs as you approached the freshly dug grave.

"H-hey." Your voice already cracked as you knelt down in front of the grave, adding the yellow roses to the bouquets and bouquets of flowers that were there. "I just want to apologize. If. . . I'm so stupid. I should've known they were going to kill you. I should've known. . . I should've saved you. I'm so sorry. I'm the worst kind of person. I could've gotten you out, I just known I could've."

Salt water splattered onto the fresh soil. "I'm sorry. Forgive me."

You heard Loki's footsteps approach, crunching over the frozen ground. He knelt behind you, pulling you into a hug. He said nothing of comfort or disregard for your words. He was simply there, a calming presence for you to cling to.

You sat there, apologizing and crying until your nose was throbbing red and your fingers were stiff with cold. Only then did Loki say anything.

"You're freezing my Queen. Come, we need to get you somewhere warm before you get. . . what is that term? Frostbitten?" Loki said, careful not to touch your skin, lest he make you colder than you already were.

You wiped your frozen tears as he led you to a coffee shop.

The two of you sat underneath a TV which was playing the news. Loki ordered two Loki Frappuccinos (Grande Green Tea Frappuccino with no classic syrup. made with sweet cream. 3 pumps brown sugar syrup. extra Carmel drizzle and mocha cookie crumble topping.)

Loki held your hand as you took in stuttering sips from your drink. His eyes flickered up to the TV and he kept them there for a moment. His attentiveness to the TV made you listen in.

". . .say that the hospital was fully aware of what they were doing, getting bonuses for each shot that they administered."

You turned around to see a red-headed news caster on the TV outside a familiar looking hospital.

"The shot in question was disguised as a DTaP shot," The news caster continued, "However, in reality, it was a shot to sterilize women. This comes after the Supreme Court had passed the newest child policy law stating that for every woman-man soulmate bond in a family, there should be a child equivalent to that. This shot was given to every female passing through the hospital as a patient, save one, Mrs. Marvel, the Avengers soulmate."

You turned back around in your seat. You gave a bitter laugh, "She always was right."

Loki turned his attention to you. "Who?"

"Elizabeth." You whispered. "Why the hell do the sweetest people have to die?"

"Do you know how Elizabeth would've answered that question?" Loki asked, a small smile on his face.

You shook your head.

Loki pulled out his phone and said, "when you're in a garden. . . which flowers do you pick?"

You looked at him as he opened up the phone, "The best ones."

He smiled, "Exactly."

You laughed though you had tears in your eyes, "Yes, this looks like something she would say."

Loki put the phone away, taking both of your hands into his. "Y/N."

You blinked. He never called you by your name.

"Y/N. This is painful. This is one of the most painful feelings you will ever go through. But you are strong. You are one of the strongest women I know, and I grew up amongst Valkyrie and Sif. This hurts now, yes. But watch. See. You will move on. You will laugh again and you will smile again. You will come to a point where all that you will feel is overflowing love. Our children's laughter will bring delight into our lives. Time moves on. This sorrow feels overwhelming now, but we continue. We put one foot in front of the other. Slowly, oh so slowly, we move forward. We don't forget, but it fills our body in a different way. I love you Y/N. I love you very much. I want you to know that. I want you to know that everyday, I am here for you."

Tears just streamed silently down your face as you stared into Loki's earnest blue eyes.

"I love you too Lokes." You whispered.

Loki smiled, squeezing your hands, and leaned back. "Now, we finish these delicious drinks that were named after me and we head home. How does that sound?"

"Actually. . . there's one more thing I want to do before we go home."

***

Loki stood silently by your side as moved slowly through the Barnes and Noble, looking for what Elizabeth had talked to you about.

*Flashback*

"I want my daughter or sons first stuffed animal to be something magical." Elizabeth whispered. It was just the two of you, sitting in the backyard by the pool. She was sitting in front of you, her legs in the actually water while you were curled up in a lawn chair, Lucy on your lap.

"Of course you do." You said with a light laugh, bouncing your leg slightly. "Let me guess, some Harry Potter magical creature?"

Elizabeth grinned over her shoulder, "You know me so well Y/N. Probably Hedwig, you know, the owl. Something he or she can cuddle with. Of course, I'll spoil them silly with all sorts of animals. But I really would like the first one to be magical. Their first one."

*End*

"Here." You said softly, picking up medium sized, extremely fluffy, owl. "This is it."

Loki took your hand, paying for the toy, before you headed home.

You headed upstairs, wondering exactly where Minerva would be.

As you walked through the house, you couldn't even tell that a bomb had gone through it. It seemed all the same as it had been before. Except in a little off room, a small shrine had been set up for Rhodey.

You found Minerva sleeping in the girls' room that Tony had set up, in a crib that was placed next to Lucy's.

You bent over Lucy first, picking her up to hug and kiss her. Her pink rabbit was still in there and you smiled, thinking of all the good memories.

Then you put her down, leaning over Minerva's crib. "Hi Minerva." You whispered, putting the owl down next to her. You giggled quietly, seeing that it was almost as big as her. Minerva's small hands pulled it to her as she snuggle into it.

You laughed a little, making sure both baby monitors were on, before you left the room, leaving the door open so that you could get in an out without any problems.

As you headed down on the first floor, you heard a scream.

You full out sprinted, joined by T'Challa and Bucky in the hallway. "What happened?" T'Challa asked.

"I don't know."

"Stay here doll." Bucky warned you and you skidded to a stop, watching them run off.

You hurried back to the children's rooms, pacing in and out of the rooms, watching over them until Steve came up to you. He looked worn out, tired, and full of sorrow.

"Steve? What happened?" You asked.

***

Hogun the Grim October 23, 949 Their Love Lives On In Death

He was buried next to Elizabeth at the request of Thor, though Sif wanted him buried in New Asgard 'where he belonged'. But Thor argued that it was obvious that Hogun was dead because of his love for Elizabeth and that he should be buried next to her. Fandral had convinced Sif, and now we were here.

The flowers that you brought were blue, laying them down at his grave. You stood by Thor's side as he talked to Hogun. Told him how much he enjoyed his comradeship over the years, how much it meant to him that Hogun stood by his side for hundreds of years. How he respected Hogun in his fighting ability and his friendship. And how he hoped that he and Elizabeth were dancing in the stars now.

Loki stood there too, a few paces away from the two of you. Thor finally put an arm around you and the three of you silently made your way back to your house.

You went to the kitchen when you got back, making a pot of tea, taking it out into the backyard.

Ginny and Buster were running around, Steve tossing balls and Frisbees for them to catch. You smiled at him, but didn't join him, sitting on one of the lawn chairs that you had by the pool, though the pool was covered up for winter.

You wrapped your blanket around you tighter. Everything seemed a little quieter now. The house seemed emptier. It was. . . peaceful in a way.

You watched Steve tackled Buster to wrangle a ball from his mouth, laughing. A smile came to your lips.

Loki was right. You would all move on eventually. 

[connorconsumestrousers]

Im in the stage of the hyperfixation where I analyze anything and everything about this media.

the media being moral orel is. in and of itself something I am more than happy to analyze bc I know it's gonna be an emotional and moral rats nest /ref

also being aroace and being strict with the difference between attraction and love. will come in handy when screaming from the rooftops on why Bloberta and Clay's marriage is strictly based on some attraction and trauma. haha this'll be fun /hsrs

I'm. gonna put rambles abt that specific topic bc I have nowhere else to infodump abt my stange interest.

I'm telling you rn: this is all my opinion, so if something seems misinterpreted, then it probably was.

rambles are under the cut ↓↓

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I think it's a bit obvious that Clay and Bloberta's marriage is NOT based upon mutual love. it's based on trauma both of them have. Bloberta's being feeling useless and unhelpful. she finally finds a guy that she has helped in some positive way. she immediately jumps to the conclusion of "this is it. this is the one." without thinking about anything else other than "he was the first one that has seen that I've helped, so obviously I have to get with him." and it's. a trauma response. she does have an attraction to him, bc obviously he's a handsome guy. but she doesn't know him. all she knows is that he said that she helped him. that does it for her. she doesn't need anything else.

and what she ultimately did was set herself up for disappointment. getting him drunk was a bad idea, obviously. so when he acts up and starts showing bad signs/red flags, she ignores it. or at least she tries to. leading to a sort of coping mechanism; cleaning. she thinks Clay is "filthy" so she goes to cleaning as her outlet.

this leads to her knocking Clay out, bc she can't take it anymore. once Clay wakes up, she helps him clean up, and talks to him abt what happened and proposes that they get married.

my genuine thoughts on why she did this so quick is, she doesn't want to get to know him. she doesn't want to see the red flags, or the bad parts. she also doesn't want him to say no. Clay is the first person that she had "helped" and she will not let this go. she won't let him go.

when Clay declines, she drops his head. this shows a bit of manipulation going on. a power imbalance. she's keeping him comfortable and safe, and once she lets go, he's not safe anymore. she did this on purpose, as I said before; she will not let this opportunity go. she has to marry him so he can make her feel wanted. that's all she's ever wanted. to feel helpful. to feel wanted by someone else. someone who would care about her and tell her she's useful.

when he finally "agrees" to her "proposal", she openly cares for him again. happy with the response.

they get married a bit later, the two having a service. you can see the emotion gone from Clay's face. Bloberta looks happy, but as soon as she sees Clay's deadpan face, her emotion drops as well. this shows that she might have genuinely liked him, in a love-ish kind of way. but we all know that they didn't know each other very well at this point, so she was probably hopeful for a happy wedding. and a genuine shared love with her husband. but she overlooked the possibility that maybe he didn't love her the way she loves him. because I think she did love him, at a time. at a time where she could look at him and love the man she saw. someone she barely knew.

this was probably the opposite with Clay. he barely knew Bloberta and he couldn't feel any real love for her. he doesn't try to fake this for the sake of a wedding because why would he? there's no reason to pretend to love someone you don't. and he was basically forced into this. being married to someone who practically manipulated you into saying yes isn't going to be the happiest decision of your life.

but I'm not saying she meant to manipulate him in this way. she probably just thought he liked her. and she liked him. so why not get married? two people who like each other. and when that takes place is a prime decade of unhappy marriages just because you liked someone and decided to get married. not getting to know them before holy matrimony is a fatal mistake, even now.

Clay's trauma is being worthless. this leads to him saying yes in the first place. hes told he's worth something. someone cares. someone is gonna marry him because he's worth something. and being very sensitive to any type of care, he'll take anything he can get. this specific scenario, a woman who is helping you is telling you that she wants to marry you. and you're supposed to say yes. you feel you have to. because she cares about you. she thinks you're worth it. who would say no?

also being hungover and not thinking straight, you're obviously not gonna have time to think before she leaves your life forever. and he doesn't want that. she's the first person to think he's worth hanging around and being with. it's a weird situation to be in. saying yes was the only logical thing for him to say, yk?

him being deadpan at the wedding. he knows he fucked up. he knows he didn't do the right thing, because he doesn't love her. not like you would love someone you genuinely want to marry. one: because he doesn't even know her well enough to grow and make a connection. two: because he doesn't want to be emotionally vulnerable again, being forced into something because your heart told you to.

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BUT YEAH. that's my little. ramble I guess.

take all this with a. grain of salt. all of this is my opinion and how I view this!

[haasegawa]

Until someone stops me with my weekly skip to loafer thoughts dump I'm gonna keep doing it ok?

And yeah I'm feeling like a broken record already but while last week's ep was really nice 'cause I was having a hectic day and it centred me, today it's just a hard day. My GAD is peaking, I'm PMSing real bad, so I was on the verge of tears for no apparent reason when suddenly I realized that oh it's skip to loafer tuesday I'm gonna be happy from now on and watch it rn while I have my lunch, finally peace (then I proceed to spill sauce all over myself, but that's not the point).

The point is that ok I was already sensitized from the start but I haven't actually come close to crying with this anime until now, it was a really emotional ep for me and here are some of the reasons:

Remember when I said I find Egashira a bit annoying and that I didn't really get her? 'Course you don't, but I did say it and now I actually understand why I had those impressions of her: I am Egashira. And while I'm not getting into those details, Mika is probably the most relatable character 'till this point in the sense that she's the most openly flawed one. She judges people, she's very worried about her image and she expects a lot from herself so that affects all of her relationships and I finally understood this in ep 5. The way they gave us more bits of information on her childhood and previous school experiences, I was tearing up bad.

And not getting too further away from the first point, it was really nice seeing Egashira and Mitsumi interact in the new ep. It was definitely a breakthrough for their friendship in my point of view 'cause now they actually understand each other better (with emphasis on Egashira understanding Mitsumi better in a way that now she not only understands Mitsumi and Shima's friendship better but she also accepts Mitsumi and why Shima seems to always gravitate towards her).

Now to Shima: I've made it pretty clear since the start he is a precious being that has my whole heart, but it's amazing how they're slowing building his character through the eps and through other people's POVs. I just wanna know every little detail about him. Yeah Shima's pretty and he seems like a genuinely good person, but why is he genuinely worried about other people's feelings? What goes on with his family? Why did he wanna make his mother happy by acting? What's his problem with girls? Why is he so elusive? I. Need. To. Know. Everything.

And why do I need to know everything? Why is Shima so important? Because I wasn't popular, I wasn't the prettiest and I am definitely not as kind as Shima, but he's kinda lonely and, like I said, elusive. And those are things I know. Ep 5 just seemed to scream this and it did it specially by Egashira's POV.

With those ramblings, I can safely say that I am now part of Mika defense squad and I'd love to see more of her friendship with Shima because this ep, for me, was proof of how they can help each other grow.

On more happy thoughts, Mitsumi continues to be a little bean and every little YuzuMako appearance made me feel all warm and giddy, the braid scene was asghfajgsfdashdj I'm on the floor

[krikeymate]

when I first watched scream 6, I was convinced that Danny was the third killer when I saw that he had a random, completely pulled out ladder directly next to his window because who tf does that

I get now that a few minutes passed where he could think about what to do and probably got the ladder but I still thought it was interesting that he has such a tall ladder in his relatively tiny apartment, especially since he is pretty tall

anyway- what do you think would have happened if Sam had been too distrustful of him to climb over, thoughts of how Richie had stabbed her as soon as she had given him the knife and how easy Danny could flip the ladder while she’s trying to climb over it, so she refuses and closes the window and ignores him, let’s assume everyone survives because ghostface can’t get through the door and anika barely makes it to the hospital in time (i am still in denial about her death) and focus on how Danny would handle this

he knows why she is so distrustful and he understands, do you think he would just stay away to not agitate her further or would he stand up for himself and try to convince her that he would have helped her

realistically it’s probably the first option but for the sake of seeing malewife Danny, who is always automatically on Sams side and thinks she can do no wrong, finally openly disagree and even go against Sam, getting frustrated with her for not giving him a chance, for letting him fuck her (or more like she fucks him lol) but not having the slightest trust , I will just assume that he confronts her

Oof.

I'm sorry, Anika still has to die. (Don't hate me, I do love Anika so so so much, but her death is also so important). Hear me out.

Danny pulls out the ladder and Sam just shakes her head. Death is banging at the door, but the ladder screams certain death too. It's not strong enough, it won't hold... and how well does she really know Danny? Isn't this all a bit... convenient? He just happens to know what's going on, that they need an escape right this moment, that he has a ladder waiting and ready to go? She questions him, about the ladder, about how he knew she needed help, but his answers are vague, he keeps trying to get her to take the ladder. She shuts the window.

Ghostface manages to get through the door while they're escaping the other side. Anika is lagging behind because of, ya know, despite being pulled along by Mindy, who is being pulled along by Sam. They're almost at the front door when Ghostface gets Anika from behind, stabbing her again. She falls, pulling out of Mindy's hand, and Ghostface stabs again, and again, and again. Sam has to drag Mindy out of the apartment like she'll do in Act 3 with Tara.

It's morning. Sam waits with a cigarette for Bailey to come back out. Danny approaches her. "What was all that about Sam?" he asks. There's an edge to his voice she hasn't heard before. For the first time, he sounds frustrated with her.

"What do you think," she replies. "You think I'm going to put my life and the life of my friends in the hands of someone I don't know?"

"You know me Sam, you know me."

"Do I?"

He steps back, rubbing at his face and shaking his head. "You're happy to fuck me but you won't trust me? Haven't I been patient, haven't I been understanding? All I've ever done is try to help you, Sam."

"I didn't ask for your help, Danny, and I don't want it."

"Yeah, that's very clear." He nods his head to the body bag being carried out of the apartment doors. "That's working well for you so far huh."

The police officer interrupts their conversation, he has more questions for Danny.

[dollwrites]

HI BABE please take all the time you need I know you're probably sooo busy right now!!! I'm so sorry about your old page you didn't deserve that, but I'm so so happy you decided to stay and make a new one I couldn't even imagine coming on here anymore if you weren't here 😭

THEY ARE TALKIING ABOUT BANNING TIKTOK! Unfortunately our government REALLY wants to ban tiktok they had a hearing with the CEO of tiktok and everything about it, and they're also trying to ban vpns so we cant get to tiktok that way either 😒 it's so annoying I would be so crushed lol I have hundreds of edits and stuff

I DID GET TO SEE DEMON SLAYER OMG IT WAS AMAZING I mostly just went to see the tengen/gyutaro fight on the big screen tbh lol. They only showed the first episode of the new season but I will say koku looked and sounded VERY cool he was super mysterious I'm very excited for you to see in like a week 👀 hate to say it but muzan looked BEAUTIFUL and of course akaza did too, but as someone who hasn't read the manga I was SHOCKED at just how HUGE Doma is like the stature on that man is insane I was expecting him to be kinda skinny and lanky but NOPE 👀 Also mitsuri I- 😳 the bi in me cannot handle it I just love her 😭 like was there a certain scene that was just brazen fan service, yes. But did she look gorgeous YES. I'm also kinda excited to see more of Genya his character design is so cool to me. I'm very excited to see what you think when the new season comes out 👀

Also PLEASE write more diabolik lovers!!! Diabolik lovers is one of the only animes I consistently rewatch I just cant help it it's like a guilty pleasure lol. It has so much potential for dark content like idk if it's just me but I love reading about blood/my blood getting drank etc lol so it fits perfectly. I also just love the trope of being forced to live with them and the whole gothic vampire vibes 🖤

I didn't want to send many tiktoks since ik you're probably so busy with the new blog so I'm just gonna include two diabolik lovers ones lol 🥰

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRceDUYr/

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRceukvJ/

I'm so excited for the new things you're going to post, I hope you're doing well 😘 -jjk anon

BABY YES HI

First of all I’m so sorry all the shit happened before I could answer your big ask I WAS SO UPSET 😭

OH NO THEY SHOULDNT DO THAT. I mean I pretty much exclusively use tiktok to watch thirst edits of anime hotties BUT STILL I wonder why the gov doesn’t like tiktok???

if they do ban it we’ll have to send each other fan art back and forth 😭😭

YES DEMON SLAYER IM SO EXCITED I’ve been getting so hype about finally seeing Koku baby animated my big big big warrior man 😵‍💫😵‍💫 BRO I SAW SOME LEAKED CLIPS AND PICS IM NOT A MUZAN GIRLIE BUT HE LOOKED V V GOOD and douma is fucking MASSIVE !!! I haven’t read the manga either but one of my besties has and I did make her ( begged 💚 ) to give me all the spoilers which is how I knew about koku in the first place SKKSKSK SO IM EXCITED

YOU LIKE DL TOO ?? YES WE SHARE ONE BRAIN I SWEAR. DL would be a guilty pleasure anime if I possessed even 1 ounce of shame but I do not so I just openly love those slutty slutty vampire men. I must know who your favorites are 🤨🤨 YOU KINDA GIVE SUBARU AND YUMA STAN VIBES but I can also see you being into ayato also THE FORCED DOMESTICATIONNNNN ONE OF MY FAVES WE REALLY DO HAVE ONE BRAIN SKSKSKKSK

THE TIKTOKKKKSSSS OMG YOU SEND ME THE TWO BABIES ??? IM GONNA SCREAM kanato is my little meow meow the urge to be his mommy ( bc his real mom is….. ya know 💀 ) and let him drink from me while I pet his hair is OVERWHELMING and AZUSA SOFT BOY I’m shaking trembling I love those TikToks thank you for the snack babe 💚💚💚

It is kinda hectic trying to transfer everything 😅 BUT I always want to make time for you when I can !!

I have some for you too 🥺🥺

listen… I’m so excited to write that upper moon reverse harem au I’ve been HOLDING ON TO FOR THE LONGEST TIME it’s finally almost time to release these fics and Douma is going to be a MENACE to our poor reader

I SAW THIS AND IMMEDIATELY SAVED IT THINKING OF YOU

I genuinely cannot believe my FAVORITE va was cast as the deadbeat dilf I am going rabid

I WISH I HAD MORE FOR YOU BUT SINCE THE MOVE IVE NOT BEEN ON TIKTOK THAT MUCH

[lanasblood]

I am finally heeere 🎉 and the first thing I need to say is: this is soooo cute, fleurr!!! we are a metkayina babe and tsireya is our best friend? the conditions are already perfect. I will try annotating with this fic even if it isn't my usual style, let's see how it goes 🥴

You can't help but rake your eyes over their figures, taking in their broad chests, toned muscles,

uhhhh we're checking him out already? nice!! ngl I'd probably drool.

There's a small smile lingering upon his lips, both warm and welcoming, before sending you a subtle nod.

love at first sight. he fell for us!!!!!! I know it. I was there 😏

and when they were as handsome as this particular Na'vi was, what were you to do other than feel absolutely terrified?

plausible. I mean he is practically a bit too handsome, it's only normal to be intimidated by that.

Neither Ao'nung nor Roxto seemingly noticed your sudden change in demeanour, possibly too used to it happening and too busy continuing to taunt the family with their glaring eyes and smirking lips, but Tsireya had.

those two are such wanna-be-bullies its comical, and I'm laughing at the thought of how they're checking out the sully's, glaring eyes+smirking lips, yes I can picture it perfectly.

She had seen the two of you minimally interact when they arrived, and despite you acting as you normally would even with people you've known your whole life, she felt like there was something there

tsireya is a real one because she just knows us and notices every small change; I know she ships us so hard, and hey you never know, double mating ceremony with my bestie? she and lo'ak, we and neteyam.. count me in.

"Neteyam," he greets, introducing himself as he signs an I see you, eyes lingering on your own like he only really meant their meaning to you. 

i’m blushing like a slut rn oh neteyam please don't stop flirting with us so openly 😏😍

Neteyam, you thought, what a beautiful name.

beautful name, beautiful body, beautiful face, beautiful soul, basically the word beautiful was invented after he was born. facts.

Lo'ak's own gaze seemed to trail after Tsireya like some sort of lovesick-puppy

that’s him. lovesick-puppy. that’s lo’ak. 🥺

You find yourself joining in on her exhilaration, one hand coming up to cover your mouth as your eyes crinkled in happiness. Small shouts of I did it! I did it! travel to your perked up ears, clapping softly when she looks over to you for approval, heart wrenching lovingly at her cheerfulness. 

tuk :(( she’s so baby i love her so so so much. no because why did I smile like a proud mom 😭

That means either he would've stumbled upon you too many times to count by accident, or he was seeking you out. 

the latter!!!!!! neteyam were you stalking us babyboy??? 😌

"Well," he starts, his voice somehow both teasing and hesitant, comforting and anxious, "is there a chance that you might get along with me?

gosh, I screamed, he is so gentleman, show me a person who wouldn't immediately fall in love with him, I dare you. It's impossible ✨

With a shake of his head and chuckling to himself in endearment, he slowly swam over to the two of you, undeniable intrigue festering within the pit of his stomach every time he thought of you.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! 😍🤧 I cannot wait to see the love unfold, because I know for a fact he's crushing so hard on us!!! my sunflower, I have absolutely no idea why you don't like this fic as much as the other ones. "cringy & slightly eugh" where bitch where???!! it's very very very cute. I cannot relate as much with shy readers but they are so wholesome, always warming my heart (is it my inner protective instincts? idk) I really want to know how they will confess to each other in the following chapters, and your writing is amazing as always, ily <33333

sun and moon ; neteyam sully

pairing ; neteyam sully x fem!reader

synopsis ; na'vi from the omatikaya clan had arrived in your home, seeking a sanctuary away from the war. who would've known that one of them would be the one to gradually bring you out of your shell?

word count ; 4k

themes ; fluff

warnings ; shy reader, mentions of anxiety & feeling scared of interactions (me), use of y/n

author's note ; THIS IS SO BAD & CORNY WTH!! i didn't bother watching the movie when writing this so the scenes are based off what i can remember :) first time writing from a metkayina background, this was so fun!! thank u for the request <33

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Horns blaring, the sound piercing through your ear drums, your head whipped to the side, eyes scanning across the beautiful horizon for the meaning of such an unexpected sound. Placed delicately upon your Ilu with Tsireya next to you, the two of you shared a confused glance, before your friend's expression suddenly turned curious, her eagerness taking over both her mind and her actions.

The two of you were spending time out in the water together, venturing this way and that as you allowed the water to take you wherever it desired, allowing the peacefulness of the view surrounding you to consume you whole. This was something you found doing with Tsireya as much as you could, whenever either of you found the time - although, it was more Tsireya's schedule you were working around. As the daughter to the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik, it was Tsireya's sole duty to the clan to train up on the ways of a leader, for one day it would be her taking up the mantel. Training was something your friend loved endlessly, finding happiness in aiding her people to the best of her ability, but, in turn, it meant she saw you less than you originally used to.

Growing up, you had only really known Tsireya. She was your best friend, the light of your life, the solace to your anxious heart, and not a day goes by where you don't thank the Great Mother for blessing you with such a lovely friendship. Both of your father's were fairly close, too, having been warriors who trained and fought side by side in their youth, before passing it down onto their daughters, but your relationships would always have their differences.

You and Tsireya managed to balance one another out beautifully, like you were two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together as one. Sure, the two of you would be considered somewhat shy to the rest of the clan, but when comparing you together, there was no argument about whose shyness was worse. As future Tsahik, a younger version of Tsireya was forced to put her timid attitude aside and show herself off as she needs to be, excelling in the confidence that was expected of her, but not being too cocky about it.

You, on the other hand, continued to pull yourself further and further away.

More often than not, you found yourself hiding behind others, wishing to bask in their shadows rather than create your own, allowing others to talk louder than you, sticking to your thoughts within your own mind. There wasn't much you wanted to say anyway - you observed everything around you more than anything, taking in every little detail and making note of it, never bothering to speak up on it. Continuously, your father had tried his very best to push you out into the open, to grow your confidence up more and allow yourself to shine in the way he felt you were always meant to, but, in the end, nothing ever seemed to work. The most confident you'd arguably ever felt was when you were either alone with your parents, or with Tsireya. Something about bigger groups set you on edge, finding yourself curling inwards and wishing to melt into the shadows so no was able to take notice of you.

So, when the two of you finally emerged from the now raucous waters, Tsireya just a few paces in front of you like she always was, allowing you to follow her guide with ease, you spotted newcomers, something that definitely didn't happen often. From your thoughts, you guessed that they were Na'vi of the forest, a family of six sheepishly looking around themselves as every eye pierced into them. The sight had your heart picking up in its speed.

Staying close to Tsireya's side, the two of you dismounted your Ilu's, watching as they swam off to relieve themselves of the journey they previously embarked on, walking up past the water's edge and becoming part of the growing crowd. You ended up standing with Ao'nung and Rotxo, too, their eyes glaring over to the forest people, no doubt already disgusted by their differences in appearance. The two boys were ones you shared time with once in a while, but they were too loud and boisterous for your taste, rather staying with the former's sister in the calm and quiet. They were nice enough to you, though, which you greatly appreciated, but they never exactly sought you out, rather just having you tag along with Tsireya and beginning to expect it. Now, it'd just be weird if you weren't with the female.

Their words of teasing in regards to their tails and their fingers had your interest peeked, not having noticed much other than their darker shade of blue, beforehand. Jake Sully - the father of the family; Toruk Makto - was once a known soldier who became an Avatar, before falling in love with his new life and pledging himself as a full Na'vi. That's why some of them looked different, why some of them had extra fingers.

You can't help but rake your eyes over their figures, taking in their broad chests, toned muscles, weird clothing... so much so, when your gaze moved upwards, you hadn't noticed one in particular had caught your snooping. Eyes meeting as one, you quickly guessed that he was the eldest in the family, with the way he held himself high and protective for those he cared about. There's a small smile lingering upon his lips, both warm and welcoming, before sending you a subtle nod. Finally coming out of your reverie, you shy away, feet moving yourself backwards and consequently hiding behind the three teens next to you, head hanging low and eyes grazing along the floor, your heart surely about to burst from your chest. You just weren't good with people - eye contact was something you'd always struggled with, even with those you were comfortable around - and when they were as handsome as this particular Na'vi was, what were you to do other than feel absolutely terrified?

Neither Ao'nung nor Roxto seemingly noticed your sudden change in demeanour, possibly too used to it happening and too busy continuing to taunt the family with their glaring eyes and smirking lips, but Tsireya had.

Bringing your head back up after an eventual short while, your eyes moved sheepishly when Tonowari claimed that both of his children and their friends would help train the forest family's own children in the ways of the water, in the ways of the Metkayina. As the Olo'eyktan gestured over to the four of you huddled close together, your gaze flickered worriedly over to your own father, who stood near his chief, presenting himself as tall and affirmative. Meeting his stare, you found he was already looking at you, no doubt knowing how your nerves would've spiked at the idea of such a proposition. Your head tilted to the side, ears falling flat as you found your expression to be one of begging, hoping that your father would allow you the relief of not forcing you outside your comfort zone. But, he only nodded at you, eyes soft and smile small in reassurance, repeatedly telling himself that this would be good for you, maybe this would be the thing that could finally push you out there.

Looking back to the appreciative family, your eyes found the eldest son's once again, heart beating at speeds you were sure were considered dangerous, already thinking to yourself that you weren't so sure.

Your nerves had only sky-rocketed since the moment your father had pushed you towards a situation you wanted no part in. The idea of training the newcomers was something that absolutely terrified you, just for the fact that you'd actually have to interact with them. You didn't know what they were like - were they nice, were they loud, would they even appreciate the help, or would they want nothing to do with you because of your differences?

It felt as though your thoughts were beginning to consume you whole until you were nothing but a shivering, anxious mess. One possible outcome sprung up, before being followed by another, and your fragile heart simply couldn't take it anymore.

Such an impression brought you so close to finding your father, begging and pleading with him to allow you this one chance to run away into the water and to never emerge again. There were two reasons why you'd never gotten that far with your plans - the first being that you knew your father would never give in to you, even when he has done in the past. You were your parent's only child, meaning from a very young age you had the two of them wrapped tightly around your finger, but you never took it too far. On a normal day, your father might've allowed you the solace of a calming heart, but it was obvious already that day wouldn't be today. The second reasoning was that before you could even make it several steps in the direction of your family marui, Tsireya had found you and steered you in the opposite direction.

For once in your life, you felt like screaming at your only true friend.

Instantly, Tsireya noticed your nervous expression - the way your ears lay flat against your head, your eyes flickering from one spot of the beach to the other, fingers absentmindedly playing with one another to distract your mind away from your impending doom. But, with your arms linked together, she gave you a gentle, soothing pat, reassuring you almost immediately that everything would okay, that nothing would go wrong.

"They seem nice enough," Tsireya continued, leading the two of you to where you'd eventually meet up with them. You supposed she was right - from what you had seen from them the day before at their unexpected arrival, the family seemed kind, stating that they were done with war and battle, only hoping to live out the rest of their days together in bliss and perfection.

Granted, you hadn't really interacted with them, the same with Tsireya, Ao'nung and Rotxo, so you truly had no idea what they'd be like. It seemed like you could only hope for the best.

Your thoughts clouding your mind as they always did like a ritual, your face held a far-off expression, eyes looking off into the distance, cloudy and not really present. At your silence, Tsireya looked up at you with loving eyes, taking noticing of your distance, and already understanding what was happening in your mind just from the look. This was something that seemed to happen more often than not - you were more focused within your own thoughts than with the outside world, so Tsireya was used to this. But, something else clawed at her - the look shared between yourself and the eldest son Jake Sully. She had seen the two of you minimally interact when they arrived, and despite you acting as you normally would even with people you've known your whole life, she felt like there was something there...

"Plus," she started, a teasing lilt within her smile, "do you not want to see that boy again?"

Despite your overbearing shy nature, your head shot up, eyes wide, as soon as those particular words left your friend's mouth. Trying to steel your expression, you attempted to calm your features, looking back down at the sand as your feet continued to follow Tsireya. "What boy?"

She laughs - not mockingly, but almost endearingly, like she knows you know exactly what she means, but your terror in such a circumstance was taking over any other means possible. "The boy who smiled at you..." Head continuing to hang low, you felt a soft nudge against your side as your friend attempted to get something out of you. Alas, all you did was stay completely silent, no doubt if you were to speak even the barest of words, they'd come out shaking and broken. "He seemed to like you." Her words weren't doing anything to sway you, she could see, so with a thoughtful sigh, she tried a different direction. "Y/n, I know this is scary for you, but you never know what might happen until you try..." she spoke softly, timidly, like if her words were even half a decibel louder, they'd have frightened you off. She knew she had to be tender with you, always.

At her final words, you find your head subconsciously moving up, eyes meeting one another as they soften in both adoration and appreciation. Her smile is full of so much fondness and endearment, it almost has your heart aching in pleasure. It felt as though Tsireya was always going out of her way to ensure that you were the most comfortable you could be, never wanting to see you scared and simpering. You truly couldn't have asked for a better friend.

So, swallowing deeply as you prepared yourself for what was soon coming up, you sent Tsireya a forced smile along with a subtle nod of your head, attempting to steel your nerves. Still, you could feel your erratically beating heart not once giving up in its torment.

In the near distance, just in front of the horizon as the sun elevated itself within the pale sky, you could see everyone already there - four Sully kids, and Ao'nung and Rotxo, too. The idea of yourself and Tsireya being the last ones to turn up had your stomach roiling is dissatisfaction, but there was nothing you could do about it now.

With a gentle squeeze of compassion once the two of you had made it to the rest of the group, Tsireya unlinked your arms together, before moving closer to them. "Hi," she spoke up, tone airy and lofty, welcoming, "I am Tsireya, and this is my friend y/n."

Even when you shrunk slightly in on yourself, biting your lips in order to feel the pain rather than your racing heart, the shadows of others beginning to envelop you, he's still able to find you. "Neteyam," he greets, introducing himself as he signs an I see you, eyes lingering on your own like he only really meant their meaning to you. Before you can collapse, he gestures next to him, introducing his siblings, too - Kiri, Lo'ak and Tuk.

Neteyam, you thought, what a beautiful name.

You eyes trail over each of them in turn, finding them somehow startlingly different from one another. Lo'ak's own gaze seemed to trail after Tsireya like some sort of lovesick-puppy, the scene causing a small smile to grace your lips; Kiri's attention was here, there and everywhere, her mind shooting from one idea to the next as she took everything in around her; and Tuk grasped eagerly at Neteyam's hand, excitedly bouncing atop her feet, not able to wait a second longer before they got started on their Metkayina training.

Once introductions are in order, each of you signing back to them in greeting (although, you were sure there was some form of malice behind Ao'nung's, which you thought was just simply childish), the group find themselves bobbing along to the current in the cooling waters, several Ilu's spotted around them, waiting for their rider in small anticipation.

The group had been divided out - Ao'nung and Rotxo would be teaching Kiri, Tsireya with Lo'ak, and yourself would be taking care of both Neteyam and Tuk, something you don't doubt was Tsireya's idea - you'd make sure to scorn her for it afterwards. The awaiting Ilu stays calm in your hands as you continuously send soothing strokes down the base of its head, your words slow and understanding, not wanting to overwhelm the two of them with information as they intently listen, Tuk clinging to her brother's neck. "This is an Ilu," you start, eyes trained solely on the creature itself, too scared that if you dared to look over at Neteyam, you'd crash and crumble. "You must learn to tame one in order to stay here, to become Metkayina. It should not be too hard as long as you keep your grip tight - the force of the water can change quickly, so you always need to be prepared."

This Ilu was much smaller in size, only young, so you suggested it would be better for Tuk to try her out. As you gently gestured her over, Neteyam moved the two of them until they were beside the creature, lifting her up and ensuring she was safely on top. Moving back, you take his spot, hands reaching out - one against her back soothingly, and the other grasping along the Ilu's queue.

"Here," you speak softly, guiding the queue up closer, further gesturing for the two of them to bond. Continuously, you ensure to allow yourself to come across as calm and prepared, despite knowing Neteyam is close behind you, causing all sorts of emotions to pass through you - you know that something like bonding with a creature can be nerve-wracking, remembering your own experience very well, and the fact that they were expected to do well due to their ages surely would've made the pressure worse. If those younger than them could do it, why couldn't they?

With their queues finally connected, a small, excited giggle escapes from her lips at the sudden sensation fluttering through her. You can't help the adoring smile on your own features at the sight, your hand stopping in its soothing movements along her back as you pulled away. "Now think go, but be gentle - you do not want to go too fast."

Tuk takes a couple of seconds to herself, smile big and bright as she comfortably fidgets against the Ilu, before seemingly doing so as the creature takes off. Gaze not once faltering from her near-distancing figure, you watched as her Ilu eventually took her under the water for a few seconds, the smile dropping from your face as panic soon started to cleave within you. Before you could even think about swimming under and checking up on her, both Tuk and her Ilu popped up from the surface, her shrill, excited giggles piercing through the air as she exclaimed animatedly, floating beside the creature.

You find yourself joining in on her exhilaration, one hand coming up to cover your mouth as your eyes crinkled in happiness. Small shouts of I did it! I did it! travel to your perked up ears, clapping softly when she looks over to you for approval, heart wrenching lovingly at her cheerfulness.

In your sudden change of emotions, it seemed that you had completely forgotten about the other Na'vi presence behind you - the one who could take your breath away with just a single look. It isn't until you feel the water gently ripple against your waist when you remember of his presence, heart stopping in anticipation. Before you can stop yourself or realise what you're truly doing, you turn your head, coming face to face with the male, directly next to you as he wears a proud smile directed at his youngest sister, then bringing his gaze down to you. "You are a good teacher," he compliments, his smile not once faltering.

There's no denying that your cheeks are starting to blush at his words - you can feel the heat scorching against your skin, no doubt colouring it a darker shade. Your shyness that had started to disappear when teaching Tuk had forced its way back to the forefront, your demeanour changing as you always seemed to struggle receiving compliments, no matter who is was from. "Thank you," your voice is barely audible when you try and speak, unsure of what else to say when your gaze lies back down against the ocean in an attempt to hide away.

But, even if he can sense your struggle, he doesn't give up. His gaze is still searing into you - you can feel it against every portion of skin his eyes land on - but he doesn't wish to make you uncomfortable. Perhaps he can understand your shyness, you wonder, because both his words and actions only seem to want to goad you out of your shell. (You're too scared to admit that it might be working.) "You are friends with Tsireya, yes?"

His question allows you the opportunity of a small form of escape - looking up, your attention focuses on said girl in the near distance as she attempts to teach Lo'ak. It's obvious even from where you are that they're getting along from their lingering touches and elated smiles. "Yes," you nod.

That's all you say to his question, feeling guilty for your one-word answers, but you're unsure with what else to say. It was something you'd always found yourself struggling with - trying to hold a conversation with someone was difficult if they didn't know you as well as your parents or Tsireya. You just had to hope they didn't think you rude for it.

And, it was obvious that Neteyam didn't think of you such a way, for his questions continued. "But, not with Ao'nung or Rotxo?" However, even despite the giddiness that he didn't think you ill-mannered with your lack of words, you felt confused, too, because how had he noticed such a fact? Slowly, your gaze shifts back over to his somewhat towering figure, your eyes slightly narrowed, naturally giving away what you were thinking. He hurries to explain himself when he spots the puzzlement. "You only seem to be with Tsireya whenever I see you."

The words I see you linger repeatedly within the depths of your mind, even when you know for definite he didn't mean it in that way. You can't help yourself - being the way that you are, you thought it was practically impossible for you to ever get a mate. And, for the longest time, you told yourself you were okay with that, despite the chastising looks from your parents who thought otherwise. But, as you grew older, watching other Na'vi around you find their soulmates, it only had your heart aching for more.

And, despite only having met Neteyam just a few days ago, the thought wouldn't leave your brainwaves, lingering like an omen... but this one felt good. The way he had noticed such a circumstance of you only really hanging around wherever Tsireya was must have been somewhat difficult, considering the two of you always found a secluded spot away from the busyness of the surrounding clan. That means either he would've stumbled upon you too many times to count by accident, or he was seeking you out. The latter option felt better, but you didn't want to get your hopes up.

Upon finally realising you've taken too long to give him some semblance of an answer, too lost within your mind, you swallow, shrugging sheepishly. "I've only ever really gotten on with Tsireya..." you admit embarrassingly, eyes downcast once more.

There's a silence that envelops itself between the two of you, only hearing the near-distance sounds of splashing water and happy yells and teasing laughter as the others continue to train on their own Ilu's. That's when Neteyam speaks up. "Well," he starts, his voice somehow both teasing and hesitant, comforting and anxious, "is there a chance that you might get along with me?

Sheepishness be damned, your head shot up so suddenly, you were shocked you didn't experience whiplash as soon as the words left his parted mouth, a smirk evident upon his lips. Your eyes were imploring in on his own, trying to spot where the joke was, but you couldn't find any evidence of such a thing. His amusement has you feeling unsteady, dizzy, and before you can really comprehend what you're doing, there's a small, loving smile on your lips, too. It's barely there, but Neteyam's eyes flicker down to spot it, and it has his own heart racing in its cage.

Coming back to your senses, you turn forwards, swimming away and getting closer to Tuk to train her again without saying another word. From the distance, Neteyam continues to watch you caress the Ilu, clapping his younger sister on the back before helping her back up so she could have another go.

With a shake of his head and chuckling to himself in endearment, he slowly swam over to the two of you, undeniable intrigue festering within the pit of his stomach every time he thought of you.

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