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grahstumhurts · 1 month ago

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2. Putting it into gear

Cheerleader!Megan x Loser Band Member!Reader

A/N Not proof read lol so it might have some weird wording and shit.

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The late May air is starting to feel slightly humid and hot as it usually does by this time, Megan's waiting outside. Leaning on the side of the school fence looking effortlessly beautiful as she does.

“Hey” you greet her, “What did you need to talk about?” She looks up from her phone, then looks around behind you to see if people are watching.

“Look, I owe you an apology and-”

“That's an understatement.” You cut her off. “Two years of ignoring me should get me something better than an apology”

“Just hear me out”

She looks you in the eyes, Her pupils glistening with the caramelised apple colour it's always been.

“Please,”

“Fine” You cross your arms in anticipation “You gonna tell me or what?”

“I need to fake date you, for friendship reasons I guess.” Obviously that stuns you, A girl you had a crush on for the past ten years of your life is suddenly asking you to fake date her.

“What?” Your face contorts in a mix of surprise and confusion “Why me?”

“You're the only gay person I know, I’m trying to come out to them and they won't believe me till I date someone who fits their “Gay” vision” She sighs, her face portrays her obviously conflicted emotions. “Look its okay if you won't do it, You don't owe me anything especially since i abandoned you but at least sleep on it for me.”

She pauses, trying to read your face, noticing the slight differences in your eyes.

“I also needed to say sorry, I wasn't there when I promised I would be.”

“I wont accept your apology for now, you need to earn my trust back, Megan.”

You sigh at the dilemma, do you chose to help her with her fake dating thing, or do you leave her behind.

“I’ll help you under one condition, We will stay friends afterwards.”

You expect her to say no, the wavering tone in your voice saying so.

“Thank you so much, seriously I appreciate this. I owe you, N/n” She hugs you, Her scent lingering of fresh citrus and light berries. Her arms wrap around your waist, you instinctively wrap your arms around her shoulders.

“We need to figure out a plan for this whole situation.” You comment as you two break the hug, still feeling the lingering warmth of her.

“Are you free this week to meet up?”

“Tuesdays and Thursdays I meet up with my band, any other day we can meet up after school.”

“How about wednesday? I have practice, can you come watch and we can go somewhere after?” The thought of her friends seeing you makes your skin crawl as your reputation with these “Popular” people is not exactly great. Considering that you and Lara are the ones who stand up to Greg when he feels the need to degrade Yoonchae. You may or may not have gotten into some physical altercations with said Greg.

“Sure, It’ll sell the idea that we are dating a bit more,” It’s a trade off that is worth it to make Megan happy. You shrug just as her phone rings, Her ringtone was not the same as the one you had remembered her to have. It had been her favourite song, Perfect Lover by Britney Spears. But now it's one of those default ones, Removing some of the personality from her.

“Yeah?"

"Oh, Okay."

"I’ll see you soon, Mom. Love you bye”

You can vaguely hear her moms voice throughout the quick phone call, her familiar tone isn't something you can forget easily.

“You gotta go I assume?” you pick at your nails, “I can walk you home if you want?” You look up to her, trying to gauge her reaction through her body language. “Unless you dont want me to.. You know what forget i even said-”

“NO!” She suddenly cuts you off mid sentence “I mean, No” She clears her throat repeating her affirmation in a softer tone, “it’d be nice for my mom to see you again, She used to ask me about you all the time.” She presses her lips into a line, her face covered with embarrassment.

“Lead the way,” You slightly smile at the thought that her mom still wondered where you had been all this time, She starts walking in the direction of her house. Making small talk to catch up on each others lives during the two years of absence, Your hands brushing together as you walk on the pavement.

“I missed you, you know that right?”

The smallness in her voice juxtaposes her usually large demeanour.

“I hoped you did,”

You chuckle slightly,

“I missed you too.”

“This is me,” she stops in front of the house you used to know, “You wanna stay for dinner? I mean you don't have to or anything.”

“Sure, It’ll be nice to say hi to your mom.” She leads you into her house, The recognisable scent of her moms cooking wafting into your nostrils. Filling your senses with memories of years prior. “Do we have to fake date in front of your mom aswell?” You tease her, Slipping off your shoes.

“Yeah, I guess so..” She replies nervously, just as her Mom wraps around the corner from the kitchen. “Hey, I brought home a special someone.”

“Oh my gosh, YN! I didn't realise you were coming tonight for dinner.” She embraces you in a warm hug. “Feels like I haven't seen you in forever.” She lightly jabs at Megan with her elbow.

“Just been busy with school work and college applications, you know how it is.” You lightly giggle at Megan’s mom’s actions. “Glad to see you Mrs. Skiendiel”

“Oh please, Yn. You know not to call me that, Just aunty is okay.”

“Wow aunty, this is seriously delicious.” You moan as you wolf down the rice and pork on your plate. “I'm grateful that your cooking skills haven't deteriorated in the period I haven't seen you” You say in between bites.

“Im happy you like it, feel free to come over and eat when you want to, Honey” She chuckles

“Uhm Mom, We have something to talk about with you.” Megan’s words shift the energy at the table. You swallow your latest bite and glance at Megan, Giving her a reassuring look.

“You guys are dating? I know, it's not that much of a shock.” Aunty takes the words out of Megan's mouth, “I've been patiently waiting when you two would realise your feelings for eachother. I have a standing bet with your mom, Yn.” She matter-a-factly comments,

“No funny business in my house alright?”

“Yes aunty, I don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready. Don't worry”

You try to clear the air quickly, Megan grabs your hand on the table. Interlocking her fingers with your ring clad ones, The slightly cold metal meeting her warm skin. The embarrassment of your words settling in with the two of you.

“I wouldn't dare hurt Megan, I hope you know that aunty.” You stupidly grin at her.

“I know, Yn. Just double checking, I know how you teenagers can be.” She lets out a deep sigh of relaxation. “I have some work to do. all I need you guys to do is the dishes, can you two handle that?” She squints her eyes at us,

“Yeah, dont worry about it, Mom.” Megan stands and starts clearing the plates from the table, You follow her actions grabbing plates and silverware and bringing them to the sink in the kitchen.

“I’ll be in the office working if you need me, Good night you two.” Megan’s Mom announces before the door closes.

“Oh my god i swear that was the most awkward i've been with your mom in forever.” You let out a deep sigh as you lean against the kitchen counter, Megan places down the rest of the dishes.

“Yeah no that was really awkward.” She giggles “Yes aunty i don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready” She mockingly says in your tone of voice. You shove her shoulder lightly.

“Come on lets finish the dishes, I rinse, you dry?” You stand over the sink, turn on the sink and scrub the dinner plates with a soapy sponge.

“Mhm, sounds like a solid plan” She hums, picking up the drying towel from the towel rack as you start to hand her some rinsed dishes. You cheekily smile to yourself as you get a devious idea. Megan is suddenly met with a warm splash of water from the sink head

“You did not just do that” She looks at you astonished, Mouth agape. “You little shit, Yn”

“Such hurtful words require punishment” You giggle as you spray her with more water,

“What the fuck!” She squeals, feeling the water soak her shirt, “that's not fair, i don't have a sink to spray you too.” Suddenly it seems as Megan gets an idea for your payback.

“Come here, YN. Give me, your girlfriend, A hug. why don't you?”

“No! I'm not gonna hug you, Meg. You gotta catch me first.” She roars with laughter as she chases after you in the kitchen.

“Im gonna get you!” She loudly shouts, Running you into the corner of the kitchen.

“I’ve got you trapped now don't i?” She pants.

“I guess so, And what are you gonna do about it?”

You tease her, She pulls you into a wet hug “Eughhhh, it's so cold” You groan feeling her damp top spread the water on your shirt. She pulls away, Snickering at the sight of your now also damp shirt,

“You get what's coming for you.”

“Can i atleast borrow a shirt or something?” You pull your shirt away from your chest to unstick it from your skin.

“Yeah, Come on. Let's go upstairs and dry off.” She grasps her hand with yours, Her nails graze your wrist. She drags you up the stairs into her room. You stare in awe, It looks similar to when you were last here but different at the same time.

“You took down the BTS posters?” You take a glance at her as she rummages through her closet for two shirts.

“Figured it was time to grow up i guess” She sighs and pulls out the shirts.

“You sure it wasnt just your new friends pressuring you? Not that it really matters honestly, just curious.”

“Yes its fine, seriously, YN. I dont get whats your problem is right now, they were just posters.” She throws a purple oversized shirt at you.

“Just asking, No offence and all that” You exhale deeply, “Should i go to the bathroom and change or?” She just nods and you take that as your sign to leave the room.

You reenter the room and she's laying on her bed, Phone in hand. You knock on the door frame, she glances up then pats the side of the bed for you to sit down.

“Sorry by the way. Its not really my place to ask those types of questions.” You sit on the end of her bed.

“Its okay, I'm sorry too by the way. I overreacted a tad.” You observe as she hesitates to interlock hands, You take action as you interlock your pinkies together.

"I guess i realized how much you've changed. And i guess i wasn't ready to fully realize it." You lay next to her, Brushing shoulders.

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ducktoo · 2 months ago

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Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

33. Renov-log

Note: Jeez, we’re close to the end now…

Masterlist here

After months of touring, recording, and relentless promotion, the girls of aespa finally had some downtime. Considering that Whiplash would be their last release of this year and their world tour success, they managed to snag a good break.

To be exact, 2 weeks.

Naturally, they decided it was time for a major change:

Renovating their dorm.

Of course, Y/n, who had barely recovered from the last leg of their tour, suddenly found himself roped into this mess once again. Because despite having muscles on their own, they just want to hang out with him more.

It all started innocently enough. The girls were gathered in the living room, flipping through catalogs, each with vastly different ideas on what their “new space” should look like. Y/n sat at the head of the table, already feeling a headache forming.

“Are we seriously doing this?” Y/n asked, glancing from one girl to the next, noting their determined expressions.

“Yup,” Karina said, not even looking up as she circled a bright red couch in a magazine. “We’re over this old setup. It’s time for something new.”

Winter chimed in with a deadpan tone, her face buried behind her phone. “I’ve been staring at that peeling wallpaper for two years. It’s haunting my dreams at this point.”

“Ok, you should’ve told me that earlier, Jeong.” Y/n sighed.

Ningning grinned, bouncing in her seat. “We need more colour. And a karaoke machine!”

Y/n blinked at that last part. “A karaoke machine? Why?”

“Yep,” Giselle said, casually pointing at the list in front of him. “Right next to the beanbags and mini-fridge. Oh, and let’s not forget, we want a cozy reading nook by the window.”

Y/n rubbed his temples. “This is getting out of hand…I don’t study architecture here.”

Winter strolled in, looking like she’d just had the most brilliant idea. “We should film a vlog about the whole renovation process. You know, a ‘Day in the Life’ kind of thing. It’ll be hilarious watching Y/n try to maintain some level of sanity.”

Y/n’s head snapped up. “Wait, what now?”

Karina and Ningning shared a glance, their mischievous grins widening.

“We’re doing it,” Winter declared. “Vlog day tomorrow.”

The next day, the real madness began. Furniture deliveries were scheduled, paint samples were splattered across walls, and half the dorm was covered in dust as the renovation began. But to make things worse, Giselle, true to her word, pulled out her camera, ready to document the entire thing for their channel.

“Alright guys, welcome to today's 'Reno-vlog'!’” Giselle announced with far too much enthusiasm. “We’re going to make this place look brand new, with the help of our lovely manager, Y/n!”

Y/n appeared in the background, balancing a stack of paint cans. “I didn’t sign up for this,” he grumbled, before nearly tripping over an extension cord.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” Karina laughed, zooming the camera in on his frazzled expression.

“I’m fine,” Y/n muttered, but the slight panic in his eyes said otherwise. “Just… someone please move the cables.”

As the girls split up into teams, the dorm turned into a scene straight out of a comedy show. Giselle and Ningning took charge of painting the living room, while Karina and Winter were busy assembling furniture. Y/n? Well, he was stuck in the middle of it all, trying his best to keep everything under control.

“Giselle! That’s not the right shade of blue!” Y/n yelled from across the room as he glanced at the paint sample. “You picked ‘Ocean Breeze,’ but that looks like ‘Misty Sky!’”

Giselle shrugged, completely unfazed. “Eh, blue is blue. It’ll look fine once it dries.”

“Right… because drying magically changes the colour.” Y/n sighed, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, Karina and Winter struggled with an IKEA bookshelf in the corner.

“I’m telling you, this part goes here,” Winter said, holding a screw in one hand and a wooden panel in the other.

Karina looked equally as confused. “Are you sure? It looks upside down.”

“It’s not upside down,” Winter huffed, trying to force the pieces together. “I’ve done this before.”

Y/n watched from the doorway, shaking his head. “I give it five minutes before that thing collapses.”

Sure enough, the bookshelf stood triumphantly for about three minutes before one of the sides gave out, sending the entire structure crashing to the floor. Karina and Winter just stared at it, shocked into silence.

“Told you so.” Y/n deadpanned.

Ningning, however, was quick to pounce. “I got that on camera!” she cackled, pointing her phone at the wreckage.

“Thanks for the moral support, idiot,” Winter grumbled, crossing her arms.

Y/n raised his hands defensively. “Ya, you’re the ones who refused to look at the manual.”

Karina smirked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s right, Minjeong. We should’ve listened to the professional.”

Winter rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Fine, fine. Y/n wins this round.”

“Of course, one of my various W” The victorious manager patted his shoulder.

The painting was no better. The girls had chosen a variety of bright colors, each with a specific vision in mind. But when Ningning knocked over an entire can of ocean-blue paint onto the living room floor, Y/n nearly lost it.

“Yizhuo!” Y/n yelled, staring at the growing puddle of paint. “That was oil-based!”

Ningning winced, backing away. “Oops?”

Y/n sighed, already calculating how many hours it would take to clean that up. “I’m going to need a mop... and therapy after this.”

Giselle, ever the opportunist, swung the camera towards him. “And here we have Y/n, reaching the breaking point of this renovation project.”

The girls snickered, their laughter only growing louder as Y/n tried—and failed—to clean the paint with a completely inadequate rag.

“You know,” Winter teased as she filmed the scene with her phone, “this would make for some quality blackmail footage.”

"Another one?!" Y/n looked up from the floor, narrowing his eyes. “If that video ever sees the light of day, I’m throwing all of your new furniture out the window.”

Winter just shrugged, a sly grin on her face. “Tsk, whatever. But I’m still keeping the footage.”

Despite the setbacks, the renovation eventually started to come together. The walls were painted (after several attempts), the furniture was somewhat assembled, and the dorm slowly began to resemble a place they could all live in. It wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs.

Karina gestured to the new couches proudly. “See, Y/n? I told you it would look good.”

Y/n nodded, admiring the final product. “It actually does. You guys did well.”

Ningning, of course, couldn’t let him off the hook that easily. “Don’t forget, we captured your meltdown on camera for the vlog.”

“Yeah, Y/n, you were like this close to pulling your hair out,” Giselle added, laughing.

Y/n rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself. “Great. I’m sure that’ll be the highlight AND the thumbnail of the video.”

Later that evening, after the chaos had died down and the renovation halted for the day, Y/n found himself in the kitchen, trying to salvage a snack from the fridge. As he fumbled around, Winter quietly walked in, leaning against the counter with a playful smile.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked, her voice soft but teasing.

"Just... trying to find something edible," Y/n replied, pulling out a carton of milk and sniffing it cautiously. "I'm about to get triggered out there."

Winter chuckled, watching him with an amused expression. "You know, you didn’t do too bad today. Kept your cool, mostly."

Y/n grinned, shaking his head. "Mostly, huh?"

There was a beat of silence between them, and Y/n couldn’t help but feel a little awkward. Ever since the "smooch prank," and his permission approved by the other girls, his feelings toward Winter had been... complicated.

He wasn’t sure where they stood or if it even meant anything to her. But he found himself increasingly flustered whenever she was around, her presence lingering in his thoughts.

Winter seemed to pick up on his awkwardness, her eyes narrowing as she leaned in slightly. “What’s with that look? You’re not still mad about the prank, are you?”

Y/n stammered, suddenly unable to find his words. “Uh, no. Not mad. Just... thinking.”

"Thinking about what?" Winter asked, tilting her head with curiosity.

Y/n nearly choked on his words. “Uh... nothing important.”

Winter smirked knowingly. “Sure, nothing important. You’re such a bad liar, Y/n. Just say that you like my kiss.”

…"I-I"

Before Y/n could respond, Karina popped into the kitchen, breaking the tension. “What’s going on in here? Are you two conspiring without us?”

“You want me to?,” Y/n said quickly, though his voice cracked slightly, betraying his nerves.

Karina raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Uh-huh. Well, just make sure we don’t find out you’re plotting a new prank on us, Minjeong.”

Winter flashed an innocent smile. “Who, me? Never.”

Y/n cleared his throat, desperately trying to change the subject. “So, uh, how’s the vlog going?”

Ningning entered the kitchen just in time to answer that. “It’s gold. The fans are going to love it. Especially the part where you nearly passed out from stress.”

As the night wore on, and the chaos of the day finally began to settle, Y/n found himself back in the living room, alone for a moment of peace. He sat on one of the new couches, admiring the final result of their hard work.

The dorm wasn’t perfect—far from it—but it had character. And despite the hiccups, it had been fun, even if he wouldn’t admit it to the girls.

Winter suddenly appeared in the doorway, her hair slightly tousled from the day’s work. “Mind if I sit?”

“Of course,” Y/n said, scooting over to make room for her on the couch.

She plopped down beside him, pulling her legs up underneath her. “You look deep in thought.”

Y/n chuckled. “Just thinking about how close I was to explode in front of you all.”

“Aish, your exaggerated too much,” Winter groaned, but with a soft smile on her lips. “But it was fun. I mean, look at what we did.”

Y/n glanced around the room, nodding. “It does look great…surprisingly.”

There was a brief moment of silence before Winter spoke again, her voice quieter this time. “You know, you’ve been pretty amazing through all this, idiot. I don’t think we say it enough.”

Y/n blinked, caught off guard by the compliment. “Mhm…I’m just doing my job.”

“Still,” Winter said, her eyes meeting his. “We’re lucky to have you.”

Y/n felt his heart skip a beat, unsure of how to respond. Before he could muster a response, Winter flashed him a soft, genuine smile that made his heart skip another beat. Her sincerity was something he wasn’t used to handling, especially after all the teasing and chaos the group usually stirred up.

“..Since when you look so womanly…,” he finally said, scratching the back of his neck nervously before ruffling her hair.

"Yaaaa" Winter groaned.

“I’m lucky to have you guys too. Especially you, Jeong."

Winter’s smile grew, but the moment quickly turned awkward when Ningning’s voice echoed from down the hallway. “Hey, Y/n-oppa! Jeong-unnie! You better not be do some funny behaviour in there!”

Y/n groaned inwardly, thankful for the interruption but also wishing for just a little more time to figure out how he was feeling. Winter, on the other hand, chuckled softly, standing up from the couch.

“I guess that’s my cue,” she said with a light laugh, giving Y/n one last glance before heading toward the hallway.

“Goodnight, idiot.”

“Goodnight, crybaby” Y/n replied, his mind still whirling with the events of the day.

The next morning, the group wasted no time getting back into their usual antics. After the emotional (and slightly awkward) moment between Y/n and Winter, everything seemed to return to normal — well, as normal as life with aespa could be.

Ningning had already started editing the footage from the day before, giggling every time she came across a particularly chaotic scene.

“Y/n, you look like you’re about to combust,” she teased, playing a clip where Y/n was holding a mop, surrounded by spilled paint and half-assembled furniture.

“I WAS about to combust,” Y/n grumbled, sipping his coffee while trying to avoid looking at the screen. “That paint was everywhere.”

Giselle leaned over Ningning’s shoulder, pointing at the screen. “Oh man, this part’s gold. The bookshelf disaster. I still can’t believe Winter and Karina thought they could build that thing without instructions.”

Karina, who had just walked into the room, waved them off. “It was a learning experience.”

Winter, following behind Karina, raised an eyebrow. “A learning experience in failure, maybe.”

The banter continued as they all sat down for breakfast, but Y/n couldn’t help but steal glances at Winter. There was something about the way she carried herself, so casual yet so sincere, that kept him thinking about the night before. And the prank. And the way she had told him they were lucky to have him.

It wasn’t the first time Winter had caught him off guard with her softer side, but it was the first time he’d felt… different about it.

After breakfast, they got back to work on the final touches of the dorm renovation. Y/n found himself in the corner of the living room, trying to assemble a coffee table that had more screws than should be legally allowed.

Winter joined him, kneeling beside him as she attempted to help with the assembly. “Need some backup?”

Y/n chuckled. “As long as you’re reading the instruction, sure.”

Winter gave him a playful nudge, grinning. “Ya, I’m a quick learner, trust me.”

They worked in relative silence, but every now and then, their hands brushed as they both reached for the same tool. Y/n could feel the tension building, the air between them thick with the unsaid.

“So,” Winter said suddenly, breaking the silence, “you’ve been a little quiet lately. What’s going on in that brain of yours?”

Y/n hesitated. He wasn’t ready to lay everything on the table, not yet. “Just...wondering what’s after Whiplash and stuff.”

Winter didn’t seem satisfied with his answer but didn’t push further. “Well, we will be alright, but everything is fun now that you’re with us.”

“You said it all the time now.”

“Aish, can’t a lady show her appreciation?” Winter glared, but a giggle followed after.

Y/n’s stomach flipped again. There it was, that sincerity that always caught him off guard. “Thanks, Jeong.”

With the renovations nearly complete, the group decided it was time to finish up their “day in the life” vlog. Ningning, as always, took charge of the camera, while the rest of the girls threw themselves into creating as much chaos as possible.

Karina and Giselle staged a fake argument over who got the better new bedroom setup, complete with exaggerated yelling and finger-pointing. Ningning, cackling behind the camera, zoomed in on Y/n’s exasperated face as he tried to mediate the “fight.”

“I’m not a therapist,” Y/n groaned, rubbing his temples. “Can’t we just focus on finishing this?”

Karina crossed her arms, playing up the drama. “No, Y/n! Giselle needs to know I deserve the bigger closet!”

Giselle gasped in mock offense. “Oh, please! I have way more shoes than you do!”

Y/n sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why do I feel like this is going to be the entire vlog?”

Winter, who had been standing off to the side, caught his eye and gave him a small, knowing smile. Despite the chaos, she seemed to find the situation just as amusing as he did.

Later that day, after the cameras were off and the renovation was finally—mostly—done, Y/n found himself back in the kitchen, once again trying to find something to eat. Winter quietly entered the room, as she often did, leaning against the counter.

“You're stealing my snack zone at this point” she teased lightly.

Y/n chuckled, pulling out a box of cereal. “Damn right. This is my domain.”

Winter smiled softly, watching him for a moment before speaking. “You’ve been handling everything really well, you know. The renovations, the vlog, the constant chaos.”

Y/n shrugged, trying to play it off. “I’m surprised my hair is still here.”

Winter’s eyes lingered on him for a moment longer before she pushed off the counter and stood a little closer to him. “Ya, You’re doing great, Y/n. You’re... important to us.”

Y/n froze, his heart doing somersaults in his chest. He wasn’t sure how to respond, so he just nodded, suddenly very interested in pouring cereal into his bowl.

Winter didn’t push further, but as she walked past him to leave the kitchen, her hand brushed his arm, sending a spark of warmth through him. He couldn’t help but watch her retreating figure, his mind racing with thoughts he wasn’t quite ready to confront.

That evening, the girls gathered in the living room, excitedly presenting Y/n with a small box wrapped in colorful paper. They had been out earlier that day, under the guise of running errands, but it seemed they had been plotting something else entirely.

“…What’s this?” Y/n asked, holding the box carefully as the girls watched him with expectant smiles.

“A gift,” Karina said, grinning. “For all the hard work you’ve done. Also it’s a bit over 1 year anniversary since you became our manager.”

“Oh.” Y/n widened his eyes. With all the tour planning and nonsense, it slipped his mind that it would’ve been a bit over a year since he first started as Aespa’s manager. Or maybe it was because it wasn’t work but rather just reuniting with his childhood friend and have a fun and inseparable (yet annoying) group.

“I didn’t even realise it has been a year already.” Y/n was awestruck.

“I mean…you did went through a lot. It makes sense you didn’t notice, oppa” Ningning chimed in.

"…I'm not getting fired, am I?"

"Of course not, open it!" Giselle groaned.

Y/n glanced around at them, suspicious but touched. He carefully unwrapped the box, revealing a sleek new watch. It was simple, elegant, and exactly his style.

“Oh sht damn,” Y/n breathed, genuinely surprised. “This is... amazing. Thank you, guys.”

Ningning grinned. “We figured you needed something fancy after all the chaos we put you through this year.”

Winter, who had been standing quietly to the side, stepped forward, her eyes locking onto Y/n’s. “And just so you know, this wasn’t a prank,” she said softly, her voice laced with sincerity. “You really deserve it.”

Y/n’s heart fluttered at her words, and for a moment, he forgot all about the chaos of the day. He was just... happy.

"Just gonna say it…" Giselle smirked. "Minjeong suggested it."

"Aeri-unnie!!!!"

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usernameforaboredcat · 1 year ago

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I’ve Got My Eye On You (Law X Blind!DoflamingosDaughter!Reader)

He had wished he had met a girl like her in a different time, a different way, with different people, with more time. More time for her.

Warning: SPOILERS for Laws Backstory

It was early, too early to be awake. The sun was barely up, the sky still a dark colour before it could rise too high. I had opened the door to the library, not hearing a single sound. Getting in some early morning studying before any of my training.

"Hello?".

I shiver as I hear a soft voice. I look around, not seeing anyone. Am I going crazy? "Is someone there?". The voice calls out again. I find the voice, seeing a girl sitting by the window sill. "I can hear your footsteps, please tell me who's there". She says in a scared voice. "Who the hell are you?". I finally ask her. She turns to look at me, confusion in here face. "I don't think I know you, please tell me your name". She requests. "It's...Law". I answer her. She smiles softly at me. "I'm (Y/n), it's nice to meet you". She says happily. "I've heard the adults talk about you, when they think I'm not listening". She tells me. "So, why are you here?". She asks, suddenly changing conversation topic.

"Just some early studying". I answer. "You?". I ask. "This room has the best spot in the house to feel the sunrise". She answers. "Why not just go outside?". I ask. "I'd get lost". She simply answers. 'Seriously, how could she get lost so easily?'. "You see-". She smiles, then waving her hand over her face. "I'm blind!". She says happily. 'Shit'. "I can't go outside by myself or else I'd get lost, and I don't want my daddy to get worried about me". She explains. "Your father?". I ask her. "Yeah, he's the captain". She answers. 'HER FATHER IS DOFLAMINGO!? NO WAY!!'. "Tell me, what do you think of him?". She asks me. "He's my teacher, what else is there for me to say?". I respond. She hums, turning away to face the window. "What do you think about uncle Cora?". She asks. I tsk at her question. "He's a clumsy idiot, he hates kids so why would you care?". I ask her back.

"Come, sit with me". She requests. "The sun will be rising soon, it's nice and warm". She adds. I decide to join her, walking over and taking a seat next to her on the little sofa in front of the window. She moves to lean against the window, resting her arms and chin on the ledge. "It's been a long time since I've seen a sunset, I'm scared I'll eventually forget what they look like". She admits. She turns to face me, I look deep into her eyes. "You're still here, right?". She asks. "Yeah, I'm here". I reassure her. She smiles happily, laying her cheek on her arms. "I'm sorry, I'm just used to people leaving. Since I can't see I don't notice when they leave". She explains. "I don't get why they do that, like I'm not gonna forget that they left but...I never have the courage to bring it up". She adds.

"You said before that you could see, what happened?". I ask her. "I-...". She hums. "I ate a devil fruit that my father gave me". She answers. "He gave me the fruit and I ate it, seconds later I couldn't see a single thing. Asking him 'who turned off the lights? why is it so dark?' and he figured it out, explaining that I had lost my vision. With eating a fruit you loose the ability to swim, I lost that and my vision. That was 2 years ago, I was only 5". She explained. 'So she's only 7'. "So what's your power then?". I ask. "Funnily enough it's called the Vision Vision Fruit, I can see visions of the future when I touch someone skin to skin. Daddy doesn't let me touch anyone, he doesn't let me see anyone's future other than his". She explains. She turns away, resting her head to look out the window again. She smiles softly as the sun finally rises high enough to shine through the window, enjoying the warmth.

"We should chat like this every morning, it's nice to finally talk to someone".

And that's what I did. I met with her every morning and we'd chat, she mainly talked to me and I would listen. I could never tell her about my little remaining time left, or let her touch me so she'd know. I couldn't tell her or let her see my death, I couldn't do that to her. Despite her disability, she was always too happy and positive for her own good. My three years are almost up, I feel guilty to leave her but there isn't much I can do.

I walk into the library, walking straight over to where (Y/n) usually sits. I walk over, smiling softly when I see her. She's sitting in a fetal position, smiling with her head tilted to the side slightly. 'Damn she's pretty'. "(Y/n)". I call, she sits up and faces towards me. "Law! You made it! I was worried for a minute that you where still asleep and I'd have to wait for knows how long". She giggles. 'God she's cute'. "I could never, you know that". I tell her, walking over to sit next to her. As if feeling my body heat, she leans over and rests her head on my shoulder. "I know I know, but I never know you might just be tired and need a little more sleep. You do study and train a lot, you're allowed to rest". She tells me. A hot, wet drop hits my shoulder, my eyes widen. 'SHIT! SHE'S TOUCHING ME!'. I push her off, seeing her looking at me crying. "Law...". She whimpers out.

Her tears continue to roll down her face, her eyes wide. "Yeah...I know". I admit. "I know I don't have long left, I didn't want to tell you". I sigh. "Law". Sher whimpers get louder. "I don't...I don't want you to leave me". She cries. "WAAAAAAAAHAHAAAA!". She cries out loudly, sobbing. I don't know what to do, all I can do is watch her. Let her cry, let her get out all her feelings and emotions.

BAM!

The door to the library opens, I look over to see Corazon standing in the doorway. The loud noise makes (Y/n) jump, the loud noise scaring her and making her cry more. He walks over to us, looking down at us. I scowl up at him. 'Go away! She doesn't need you right now!'. He kneels down, placing his hand on (Y/n)'s back. She sniffles, feeling the hand on her back and turning to look up. "Uncle Cora?". She asks, he gives her a simple soft pat to confirm. "Uncle Cora *sniffle* please *sniffle sniffle* please save Law! I don't want him to die". She begs him, reaching up to clench his shirt sleeve as she starts to bawl again. He looks over to me, I glare back up at him. Suddenly, he grabs me by the shirt and scoops (Y/n) up into his arms. "Hey! Put me down!". I snap at him. "Shut it Law!". (Y/n) snaps, my eyes widening at the first time she's ever yelled at me. "Uncle Cora is gonna fix you, and you'll be all better, and we'll be together forever!". She cries. I huff, rolling my eyes and cross my arms.

A lot had happened.

Shortly after leaving the house, (Y/n) fell asleep comfortably in Corazons arm, sleeping against his chest. He had taken me hospital to hospital, trying his hardest to find someone that could help me. Fail after fail, he kept trying his hardest to find someone. Why was he trying so hard anyway? Because he secretly cared about me? Or because his niece begged him to while balling her eyes out. Her and I stayed by his side for a while now, (Y/n) not leaving his side and I not leaving hers. He was...nice. No wonder (Y/n) seemed annoyed by my answer from years ago. It felt nice, the three of us together happily

Until that day in the snow.

His smile printed into my brain, (Y/n)'s cries ringing in my ears. She tried her hardest to bang her way through the chest, screaming and crying. I knew what she needed, she needed Cora-san to place his hand on her head and tell her that everything was going to be okay. She needed protection. She needed comfort. Nothing I could give her. All I could do was take her hand in mine, she turned to me with shock in her eyes. I know she saw something in my future, I don't know what. But I didn't want to know. I didn't care. She jumped at me, clinging me as she balled her eyes out. All I could do was hold her, be strong for her when all I wanted to do was scream and cry.

After sometime, she fell asleep in my arms. Tears running down my cheek as I hold her close, clinging to her warmth. The chest we where in had shaken and we where taken to who knows where. I slid her out my arms, peaking out the chest to see we've moved. I shake her awake, seeing her red puffy eyes. "Law?". She hums. "We need to leave, we can escape and never have to deal with this again". I tell her. "Law...I'm scared". She whimpers out. "We have to go, or we'll die". I tell her. 'I'd die, you'd have your dad hovering over you for the rest of your life'. "We'll be fine, I promise". I promise her. She nods.

I grab her hand, she clenches my hand tightly as I take her out the chest. A sudden jolt on my arm makes my eyes widen, turning around to see a familiar tall man standing over us, his arm on (Y/n)'s upper arm. "There you are sweetheart, where do you think you're going?". Doflamingo, he asks his daughter. "LET HER GO!". I snap at him. I try to pull her away from him as hard as I can, but she lets go. "Run!". She cries. "Please! Go!". I break out into a sprint, running for my life. "RUN ALL YOU WANT KID! YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED!". Doflamingo yells. "LAW! SURVIVLE! LIVE! LAAAAAAAAW!".

I jolt up out of bed, trying to catch my breath as sweat covers my body. 'That dream again'. I sigh, running a hand through my damp hair. "Captain!". I hear through the other side of my private living quarters door. "We'll be arriving at Dressrosa soon". Penguin tells me through the door. 'It's been 16 years, I need a break'.

The city is as loud and filled as I expected, I'd rather just go back to my study or dealing with whatever Luffy thinks about dragging me into again. But, my body freezes, my eyes widen, my blood runs cold. Those eyes, that hair, that damn smile. A young woman stands at a bakery stall, making an order. Her covered body in a turtle neck long skirted dress with gloved, a cane in one hand. 'No way, it has to be'. I watch as she reaches into her bag, seemingly struggling to find her berries. I walk over, placing the berries she needs on the little counter. "I'll take care of it". I tell the baker, he nods and takes the money.

(Y/n) looks up at me with a worried upset look. "Oh no no it's fine, I can pay for it myself". She tells me in an upset tone, waving her hands in defense. "Saves you from struggling to find the right amount of money". I tell her. She smiles softly, giggling. "Well aren't you sweet then! Thank you so much, Mr...uh...". She trails off. I don't blame her from not knowing my voice, my voice hasn't exactly stayed the same over the past 16 years. Speaking of, puberty did her amazingly. Back when she was 7 she was adorable and sweet, now she's absolutely gorgeous and stunning. She'd be what? 23 now?

"Law...Mr.Law".

Her eyes widen at my words, her lips quivering. "Law? As in-". "Trafalgar D. Water Law?". I ask. Her hands cover her mouth, tears building up in her eyes as she looks at me. Well, looks at my chest. "Eyes up a bit, I'm not as short as I used to be". I tell her, a soft smile. She tilts her head up, looking me dead in the eyes. "Sorry it took so long to see you again, I'm sure you thought I was dead". I apologize to her. Her hands leave from her mouth to sit on her chest, smiling brightly. "Not for a second, I knew you would come back". She tells me. "That day, the last day I saw you. When you touched my hand, I saw you in the future, you'd made friends, you're happy". She explains, her hand touching my arm and sliding down to taking her glove hand in mine. "I saw you, you had grown up so much". She giggles. "And quite the looker, I was very exited to SEE you again". She states playfully, causing me to chuckle.

It has been so long since I've seen her and been with her, it felt like a nostalgic breath of fresh air. She takes her hands away from my, taking her gloves off and tucking them away to take my hand back in hers. "Your hands are so big and warm, I wish to hold them forever". She hums to herself, lacing her fingers in mine. Her skin felt so soft and silky, like a cloud. She hums and smiles to herself, closing her eyes. I know she sees something with me, and it makes her happy. "And from what I can see, my wish will be filled". She says happily.

"But first, tell me about that silly black haired guy! The stretchy one!".

"I'd rather talk to you about anything else".

#one piece #one piece law x you #one piece x reader #one piece law x yn #one piece law #law x reader #law x you #law x yn #one piece trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x you #one piece trafalgar law #trafalgar d law x reader

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readingwiththestars · 4 months ago

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₊˚⊹♡ NOTHING LIKE THE MOVIES

["Trust me, Lib," I said, picturing her lips. "In a crowd of million ski masks, I'd still be able to find you."]

| ✮ 3 stars |

ᝰ.ᐟ ⊹ arc review thank you to netgalley + simon and schuster for providing me with an e-arc in exchange for an honest review

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [minor spoilers]

ok. i put this review off for a couple days cause i knew this was gonna be harder to write because i love lynn painter books, really. buuttt i was horribly disappointed with this one. i'm the biggest wesliz fan but... like yeah i cant even form coherent thoughts about it. like this was unnecessary there was no point in shattering their relationship to write this.

like it was good to see wes's pov and everything but it felt so... idk yeah. (see im still struggling so bad to find words.)

one thing i would formally like to invite lynn to STOP doing though is shoving every taylor/ pop culture reference on the planet into the book. like holy shit woman. i few is okay BUT NOT THAT MANY COME ON!!!! they were in the middle of a fucking argument and wes is quoting illicit affairs or some bullshit. usually i love finding little references on page but this felt like too much.

i feel like she's whipped out her computer and gone straight to some dog fanpage or just plainly scrolled through edits seeing people saying "this song is so wesliz coded" and shoved those songs into the book. there is an on page reference to in between reference saying its their montage song.

also um this shit: ”little liz can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh. because she’s dead.” and somehow when jack antonoff was randomly brought up??? like some people are good at weaving taylor swift lyrics into books. lynn you are not.

also lynn take this a plea to never use the word "growl" or "growled" in a sentence ever again when describing your male characters. and to never write this sentence “she’s one of the guys you know? she’s just… different,” EVER AGAIN. PLEASE.

WHAT I DID LIKE THO WAS THE TINY TINY CRUMBS OF BAILEYCHARLIE AND NICKEMELIE (even tho nick was only mentioned and i dont think emelie was even there but eh)

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

liz - ok so weirdly enough she was the most tolerable and still intolerable at the same time. like she was so different from the liz in bttm the sunshiney, wearing dresses of all different colours and her love of romcoms. she was described as anti-love and was practically a full on different character seriously. if you liked the first book maybe dont have high expectations for nltm. like i do understand she had her heart broken and so obviously that makes sense for some of the change but it had been two years and as liz likes to say SO FUCKING MUCH "she's moved on, she's moved past it, its in the past" well for someone who's moved on you sure like to avoid the past a lot. also idk who tf she was trying to fool with that whole "i don't like wes, im over him." shit like gurl- you were literally kissing 2.5 seconds ago whats with the switching sides. and there was SO much about her leaving "little liz" behind. like what was so wrong with liking flowers and romcoms? and being a hopeless romantic and wearing bright colours?

wes - okay so it was quiet heartbreaking to hear abt wes's side of this book (except for the whole pursuing liz part) and i did feel sorry for him. but like what happened to the sweet, caring wes in the first book. and tell me why i had to read THIS sentence “climb on me like a good girl,” LIKE MY EYES LYNN WTF????? i did not sign up for this wes, like no stop telling me how obsessed you are with liz's lips or how she's a mythological sex goddess- boy sit ur ass down. and don't even get me started on the beginning of the book. WHAT WAS THAT SHIT? why was wes acting like a 7yr old excited for school and talking (so much) abt his love for scootering? SCOOTERING. LYNN PAINTER WHAT THE EVER LOVING HELL? SCOOTERING. DO YOU HAVE SOME OBSESSION WITH THEM OR SOMETHING? WHY DID THOSE DUMB THINGS KEEP SHOWING UP?? like tell me why i needed to read this shit: "i fucking loved the scooters ..... wes + scooters = HEA" ..... lynn.

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

im not going to bother to find any of these, see: im too lazy

all in all i still liked some points when both of them were acting normal. which is why its a 3. but i feel like this is leaning towards a hate review but yeah idk i cant actually pin point parts that i remember liking- also the ending??? what was that? it made no sense to me.

#the library ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆#the bookshelf ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆#nothing like the movies #lynn painter #better than the movies #nltm #bttm

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diazsdimples · 9 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @theotherbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings and @puppyboybuckley (who published the final chapter of the Mudslide Fic, PLEASE go read it!)

I wasn’t gonna do this today cause I had the shift from hell and didn’t manage to write anything yesterday between birthday things but I managed to cobble this together after my shift! Frostpunk AU weirdly came back to me so please enjoy this small snippet!

Much to Buck’s relief, both Edmundo and Christopher are still alive when they make it back to the city, in record time as Bobby will have him believe. Rappelling down the cliff with two semi-conscious, reasonably unstable patients is more difficult than they’d initially anticipated, so in a rush of fear as he watches Bobby struggle with Christopher, Buck offers to bring the boy down himself.

Much like they did the day Buck carried Christopher to the cabin, they strap the child to Buck’s chest, using a small harness stored in the med kit on a “just in case” basis. Christophers head clunks repetitively against Buck’s chest as he pushes them off the cliff, slowly letting the rope out with each jump. He wishes that it wasn’t a two-hand job, that he could cradle Christopher’s head with one hand and keep the rope moving with the other.

Above him, Bobby abseils down with Edmundo dangling to the side of him in a basket. They’d done one last temperature check on the two of them before descending into the heavy, cold mist that lay over the city, and Edmundo’s had been the lowest they’d seen it since the rescue. The way Eli’s face had paled and he’d instantly tugged Bobby aside, talking with him in low, hushed tones was enough to tell Buck about the state of his health.

It made a cold, thrill of fear rush down Buck’s spine, settling in the pit of his stomach as a constant reminder of how precarious Edmundo and Christopher’s situation was, as he carried the small boy to safety.

The moment Buck and Christopher touched the ground, they were pounced on by a team of medics, headed by Hen.

“What’s the story, Buck?” Hen asked as she hurried to help peel off Buck’s outer layers and unclip him from the harness.

“Found this guy and his dad half frozen yesterday. He’s probably 7 or 8 years old and got moderate to severe hypothermia. Eli’s been monitoring him and he’s stable but barely conscious. Probably malnourished and seriously dehydrated,” Buck pants as he lowers Christopher onto the stretcher Hen has prepared. The kid’s light brown curls fall over his face, curling against his eyelids and Buck reaches out a tender hand to brush them back before he can stop himself.

If Hen notices, she chooses not to mention the look in his eyes as he does this.

“Alright, we’re going to take him to the med tent now. What about his dad?” Hen asks as two medics swiftly hoist Christopher’s stretcher into the air and run off in the direction of the nearest med tent.

Buck watches, half in a daze as Edmundo is lowered to the ground. His lips are pale and chapped, and his face looks lifeless and devoid of colour as his head lols to the side. A sick feeling creeps through Buck’s body as he thinks of how close they came to not making it back. How close Christopher came to losing his father.

“This is Edmundo Diaz, severe hypothermia, dehydration and malnourishment. He’s had issues with his oxygen and heart rate consistently through the journey home. Hen, he’ll need around the clock care, someone to stay with him, to keep an eye on him,” Buck says, hearing the urgency in his voice as he speaks. He doesn’t know what compels him, other than a sense that Edmundo is the other half of a magnet that’s drawing him ever closer, but Buck continues talking. “You guys can’t spare another medic but I-I don’t mind sitting with him. I’m good at taking his vitals a-and I could keep an eye on the kid.”

Hen eyes him, as if trying to read what his true motivation is. “Go,” she finally says, inclining her head towards the tent. Buck doesn’t need to be told twice.

No pressure tagging @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @evanbegins @smilingbuckley @thekristen999 @elvensorceress @rainbow-nerdss @wikiangela @daffi-990 @watchyourbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @bucksbackwardcap @fortheloveofbuddie @aroeddiediaz @jesuisici33 @buckbuckgoose @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @nmcggg @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @kitteneddiediaz @epicbuddieficrecs @spagheddiediaz @loserdiaz

#james writes #frostpunk au #tired words that probably don’t make sense #hoping this pulls me out of my writing funk #buddie #eddie diaz #911 abc #evan buckley #911 buddie #911verse #911 fanfic #911 #eddie x buck

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hazshit-hotel-hater · 8 months ago

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Velvette Redesign! (2/3)

Prev: Vox Redesign (1/3)

Im madly in love with her, I am so happy with her design🩷🩷

I cannot take all the credit for the outfit though, my friend helped me pick out the style and accessories, I just did her hair and picked the colours! It was really hard to actually settle on one thing to show Velvette, I never draw her in the same outfit or with the same hair, so picking a singular outfit and hairstyle as her main was a big commitment, felt like I was buying my first house

Anyone that just flattens and straightens Velvette’s hair is seriously missing out on so many fun hairstyles I have literally never drawn her with the same hairstyle ever. Textured hair is so fun I will die before I stop playing with her hair!! She is a fashion doll it’s the whole point !!!!

I wanted her to be a sharper contrast to Vox’s harsh-ish symmetry he has going on. The Vee’s are still not good people in this rewrite obviously. They’re not as dogshit as they are in the show but they still actively do terrible things. Velvette still verbally abuses her employees and enjoys seeing other people’s downfall or seeing them scared and under her control; she just doesn’t make a fucking date rape drug. I still have no idea why Vivzie is so set on making all of them connected to rape in some way it’s fucking disgusting to me. Anyway, I want Velvette to look very fun and unassuming in comparison to the other two where you can kind of tell there’s something up with both of them. Vox is very stern looking and Valentino is… like that. You’ll see. She is arguably the most approachable out of the Vee’s but is still just as manipulative as the other two when she wants to be.

Her hair is very cute and the theme of hearts around her style unintentionally makes Vox the only one out of them that doesn’t have a heart motif. I mean— unless you count his medical alert bracelet, but that’s not really… a fashion statement.

I love studded belts and all that and purses and bedazzled jeans and platforms so this design really has it all for me. The playboy bunny thing is supposed to be painted on btw, she’s not just super tanned I promise. The same ideas for her colours with her clothes still remain from my last post about Velvettes design.

Onto her backstory! This was all graciously written by my friend so please give him a big thank you for it or I probably would’ve died🩷

March 2nd 1974, Velvette grew up in a mostly stable household. She went to school, got what she wanted, made friends, grew up, passed her GCSE’s and so forth. She did a course in design and beauty, and eventually made her way up to be a fashion designer. That being said, Velvette was always someone with an attitude. She didn't enjoy the amount of fights she got in, but it naturally occurred. Her grades were fairly good enough though— B’s and C’s. Each day of her life she enjoyed what she did, and heavily adored the attention she got for her beauty. Her creative side was what she preferred, much rather than showing off her looks. She was deemed to be the best employee and got multiple raises in payment as she worked her way up the power—pyramid in the company she worked for.

But that being said, what she received was unfair to other workers. Nepotism was a huge part of her promotions and rise in payment. Her friend who she knew was the owner, and that only paved routes for short-cuts. As long as she was able to keep everybody hush-quiet, she’d always have her way. She always would benefit, and she’d always be the best.

Velvette was aware of her misdeeds. At one point, illegal means crossed her mind, like stealing other people’s work and accusing them of serious things that got them fired. The owner would never bat an eye, and everyone was conscious of how nobody was truly safe. It was like her friend was obsessed with her to be the one who came out victorious, and by even the slightest chance she was in any way suspicious, it was blatantly ignored. There were also reports of people dying if they spoke out about the company, however those were only confirmed as rumours.

Never did she plan to stop. She’d come so far, and had become successful in what she dreamed of. Her care amounted to nothing if there was something to gain. All throughout her life, she was a troubled person with a great intelligence— which is why she was able to exploit so many people and get away with it. People called her the ‘vile jasmine’ of the world. People were afraid to step into work and see her, because one day, they were certain they’d be her next target.

July 25th 2005. Her final few minutes of her life. Velvette was a fashion designer, and could sew pretty well. It’s not like she had TERRIBLE ideas, she just took pleasure in stealing and having other’s wince at their misfortune. But alas, Velvette was known for her interest in dolls. She could design outfits for them, without having an audience to watch and judge. A display stood behind her desk of many different dolls, and she had just ordered some materials that were waiting for her to come pick them up. It was at that moment, when she closed her front door, that fate was sealed.

A serial killer had been roaming the streets of her city. No one knew who, or where, but he had definitely not left. With flip phones being the new way to communicate easier, Velvette had been texting with the buyer and talking about the perfect dates to meet up. As she was waiting in her room that Monday, the confirmation to go had excited her. She drove to the destination, and knocked on the door with a falsified smile. If only she had stepped a couple steps back after knocking— perhaps she would’ve survived.

Appearing in hell was overwhelming, as much as it was satisfying. She was dead, yet somehow alive. As she looked at her hands, she discovered skin was not present. Pure silicone… and tattered clothing. From there, she decided she’d start again… and work her way up within four years until she was noticed and recruited by two other sinners whose name coincidentally began with the letter V.

She met Vox and Valentino in 2009, and from there, they grouped together and planned to dominate hell itself.

Key facts

Velvette is biologically still 31, however if you were to count hell, she’d be 49.

She hasn't gone through any abuse, she is no victim, she’s just a morally wrong character.

Does not care for her employees health or anything, and will only be nice if she is able to benefit.

Could be considered a sadist in some form.

HURRAY!!!!! This is the last enjoyable one of the Vee’s you’re getting considering he’s next. Also the last guaranteed redesign at the moment! I love joint efforts like this and I hope you all can enjoy it as well🩷

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ctrldoll · 1 year ago

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Strawberries & Blueberries! (A Sweet Treat For A Sweet Man!♡)

Pic - Pinterest Account: @candytufftie.

I have been thirsting over this cake for wayyyy too long (a day) and our wholesome baby deserves to enjoy it! (I'm delulu) (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Sorry if I butchered the German language ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡ I was using DeepL Translator.

König/F! Reader, Baking & Wholesomeness. Fluff & a little bit Suggestive.

Enjoy!!! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Writing tips are appreciated in this household!! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡ (Seriously, I'm aiming to improve in writing! ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ)

“Meine liebe (my love), there’s no need to do all of this. We can just spend the day rewatching the series you love.” Kong tried to convince you but failed miserably as you pulled out your cookbook and placed it on the table, [f/c] apron tied around your body and your face beaming. A red, silk bookmark stood out underneath the pages before it and a grin shone on your face as you opened it.

“I am not going to hear you out, Kö. You just got back and I have to treat you. Please, it'll make me really happy. Please?”

The large man sighed at the sight of your pleading, shoulders lowering in defeat and with a nod, a smile appeared on your face and you rushed to hug him. “Thank you! It's going to taste so good!” König rolled his eyes, a warm smile on his face as your frame tightly held onto him before you let go.

“I'm so glad I managed to snag a remaining copy of the book. The Pinterest mom who created it said that if I didn't contact her at the time I did I would have probably found them sold out! She’s such a sweet lady. I hope I'll be like her when I’m older. Five whole children and she’s still so active.”

“Gosh, she’s lucky to have all the energy to handle all the stuff that she has to do. Her husband seems sweet too. He was playing with the kids at the park as she was explaining the contents of the book to me. They were so adorable together.”

I truly hope that you and I will be like that too. Probably because of how wonderful of a boyfriend you are. No doubt that our future will look like that”.

König paused as he brought out the egg carton from the fridge. You imagined him being with you for so long? König sometimes wondered how he ended up with someone as amazing as yourself. “Was there no one else who you’d rather commit a relationship to?” “Was he worthy of you?”

Truly, he didn't know. You were, in his eyes, way too graceful for him. Kind, loving and sweet as sugar towards people whom you showed care for. You treated him so well that he sometimes couldn't grasp that he was around you. Around your light. Your presence. Your amazing self.

The whisk rotated firmly as he moved it, not wanting you to injure your soft hands and form callouses and blisters which he had grown accustomed to. König could tell that you were keen on watching his arms as he worked and made sure to flex his muscles as long as you were on sight. The little lip bite you do makes it so worth it.

“Don't try to tempt me, Kö. Gosh, the sugar in the mixture smells divine”. His lips kissed your cheek after his hand grazed your bum as he placed the flour in the cupboard.

You brought out the strawberries and blueberries, basking in their blooming red and blue-purple colour with a grin on your face as they sat on the basket you placed them in after washing them. A smack to your hand made you roll your eyes as you attempted to taste a juicy strawberry once more then a blueberry after you had a couple of them. König took the strawberry from your hand and sliced it. “Dummes mädchen (silly girl), why did you choose to stuff four strawberries and a couple of berries in your mouth?”

“You keep pushing my hand away from the basket. What else am I supposed to do?” You responded, wiping the icing you placed on top of the berries from your lips.

König chuckled and walked up to them. “You've got a little bit left at the corner of your lips. Lassen sie mich Ihnen helfen. (Let me help you.)”

König’s thick thumb trailed over the curve of your lip, making your cheeks grow hot. They grew hotter as you watched him lick the icing off of it, a teasing smile growing on his face at your dismay.

You looked away, desire pooling in you and started wide-eyed when his hand gently moved your face right back to his sight. “I was on the mission for a while. Pardon my boldness, but I just can't wait to feel you right after we’re done.”

“I understand the feeling so much. I can't wait either. I hope I'll be able to walk tomorrow. Knowing you, I doubt it.” You giggled and gently kissed his cheek then moved to place the batter in baking pans.

“Meine Güte, du hast mein Verlangen nach dir noch verstärkt.” (“My goodness, you've made me crave you even more.”)

“It's so good!” You grinned as you chewed on the sweet taste of the cake as you both sat on the couch, cuddling as a show you loved played on the TV.

“Yes, it is.” König nodded then popped a blueberry into his mouth and smiled at you.

You caught his gaze and smiled back. “You've got a little icing...here.” You said and flicked the icing off of his soft lips with your thumb and licked it off of your finger. You caught the desire pooling in his eyes and lifted your head to kiss him. Lowering his head, your lips met his. The fruity taste of the cake resided in your mouths and you savoured one another.

“Hmm! Kö, let’s- oh! eat first.” You told him as your hands caressed his face. His hands moved lower onto your sides and tightly held onto them as he placed you on his lap.

“Lass mich jetzt ein kleine stück von dir essen. Dann esse ich gleich noch mehr kuchen.” ("Let me eat a little piece of you now. Then I'll eat some more cake.")

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hedghost · 1 year ago

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what about just soft moments (or kisses) with lessi because they’re not dirty

i also don’t believe you when you say you don’t like doing those asks xx

moments

feeling eyes on you as you chat to someone else and glancing up to see lessi on the other side of the room, all soft smiles, rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes. you grin and mouth ‘hi’, and you watch her mouth ‘hi back’, unabashed at being caught staring, before you both go back to your separate conversations, the imprint of her smile glowing on your eyelids each time you blink.

getting home after a long day to lessi cooking in the kitchen, she’s humming gently as she works. leaning over the kitchen island to peck her lips with a soft smile before heading back upstairs to change. her fingers reaching out to graze your shoulder, as she pulls you back for more, just one more

working out with headphones on in the gym, fully focused, until you see lessi doing pull ups across from you. smiling to yourself as you watch her for a while, beads of sweat trickling down her abs, expression fully concentrated. getting up and walking to the next piece of equipment, but not without gently brushing past her, trailing a soft hand around her waist as she trains. she jumps down, stumbles a little, and leans back into where you’ve wrapped an arm around her waist. she twists awkwardly to look in your eyes and kiss your cheek, before you unwind your arm and walk away, kissing her cheek back. you smile.

coming home to find lessi with her head in her hands on the sofa, noticing how she winces slightly with each echoing footstep you make. your hand lands gently on her shoulder, winds down to rub her back as you sit cautiously, as though she’s an animal you don’t want to spook. you whisper ‘headache?’ and she nods gingerly. standing to close the curtains, grabbing water and painkillers before you sit down again, before she sinks into you. pulling her onto your chest, allowing her to nestle neatly into the familiar curve of your neck. she forces her eyes to open, to brave the dusky light, just to look into yours with a look that conveys pure, adoring, gratitude. pressing a kiss to her temple as her eyes flutter closed again, in an unspoken ‘you’re welcome, anything for you, i love you’

lessi walking past you in the cafeteria, brushing fingers gently as you move to get more coffee. when you get back to the table, next to her. her hand finding your thigh. you inch just a millimetre closer. it feels like a shockwave.

lessi leaning her head on your shoulder on the bus ride home, eyes barely staying open. pressing gentle kisses to her hair line as she fights to stay awake. it’s futile of course, and her soft breath tickles your neck, her lips perfectly parted. you mentally trace the freckles on her nose, not wanting to wake her. she smiles in her sleep, like she knows she’s being watched.

lessi pressing kisses in between your shoulder blades as you work furiously on your laptop, trying to both distract and encourage you. when you tell her to go, she concedes, but not before nipping you lightly on the neck, her way of telling you to hurry, of what might be waiting for you in bed if you do.

lessi getting taken down, lightly injured. not seriously, but enough to stay down for a second. you finding your way over to her immediately, your hand fitting in the curve of her waist where her tops ridden up in the collision, as you lean in to whisper in her ear, to ask ‘what’s wrong, please, lessi, tell me what’s wrong?’

you and lessi out at a bar with the team, her hands around your waist, yours around her neck, fiddling gently with her necklaces in the way you know will both calm her down and rile her up, just the perfect balance. in a drunken haze, under flashing lights, just captivated by her eyes, until all the other colours fade out and all you can see is blue, blue, blue

#alessia russo x reader #woso x reader #lessi blurbs

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jpmarvel90 · 1 year ago

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Love is for Children

Masterlist Nat Masterlist

Relationship: Natasha x Reader

Summary: The Red Room motto of "Love is for Children" could destroy any hopes of Natasha getting the happiness she craves and risks hurting the one person she can't live without.

Word Count: 5031

Y/N’s POV:

I just stood there in shock, silent tears falling down my face. All I could do was watch as my girlfriend turn her back and walked away from me. She no longer loved me. I couldn’t believe it. We had been together for nearly a year; everything was perfect until it wasn’t.

Two weeks ago, Natasha started to become distant to me. We hung out less, we didn’t have any dates and she would come up with excuses to not see me or stay the night. I finally had enough, and I pulled her into my room ready to confront her. That was the moment my heart was broken into a million pieces, as she stood there and told me that she didn’t love me anymore.

She had no emotion in her eyes as she told me. No sadness, no guilt. When I asked her for how long she mumbled out an “a while”. I considered holding her telling her that it wasn’t true that I could fix it. But I could tell no matter what I did, nothing would change. So, I let her leave, losing the only person I have ever truly loved.

I found it hard to do anything. Over the next couple of days, I shut myself away in my room. Only Wanda, my best friend, would visit to try and encourage me to eat. The others were Natasha’s friends first and I knew they would avoid me. After a week I started training again. It was the only thing I had motivation to do. I would get up early so I could avoid everyone, but mainly Natasha, then work out, grab breakfast and shut myself away again.

One day I had slept through my alarm. I had struggled to sleep, thoughts of everything I did wrong going through my head. I grabbed my training gear and headed to the gym, needing to vent any frustration I had. Lucky no one was in the gym, so I got to work on wrapping my hands. I got in my stance and start hitting combination shots onto the punch bag.

After a while, I was getting intrusive thoughts that I couldn’t shake. Each one causing my anger to grow and my punches to get harder.

“No one will ever love you” PUNCH

“You’re worthless” PUNCH

“Even your friends hate you” PUNCH

“You’re pathetic” PUNCH

“You have no one” PUNCH

This went on, I had faded into trance just hitting the bag repeatedly. I hadn’t even notice that some of the team had come in. I start to hear my name being called, but it wasn’t until I felt a hand on my shoulder I came back to reality. “Y/N stop you’re hurting yourself.” I dropped my fists and turned around to see Steve stood there with a sympathetic look on his face. I dropped my gaze down seeing the blood that had come through the wraps on my hands.

What I didn’t know at this time, was that Steve was shocked at my appearance. Other than Wanda, none of the team had seen me in 2 weeks. I had lost a lot of weight. I no longer had colour in my face, and I had permanent bags under my eyes. “Let me help with those” He said indicating to my fists. I shook my head and turned to walk away, which is when I noticed the rest of the team stood staring at me, including Natasha. I couldn’t bare to look at any of them and I could feel my anxiety rising as I went to rush out of the room. Before I could leave, I felt a hand grab my arm. I turned to face the one person I didn’t want to have anything to do with. “Y/N, are you ok? Please let someone help clean those up for you.” Natasha said with pity in her eyes.

“Am I ok? Are you seriously asking me that right now? Of course I’m not fucking ok Natasha. Just fuck off with your fake concern and leave me alone.” I snatch my arm back and storm out of the training room. My anger was growing, and I knew I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t stay here.

As I get back to my room I jump in the shower and then tend to my hands. I clean them up and bandage them. When I’m done, I grab a bag and throw in my stuff. It’s a sad showing of my life that I could fit everything I own in one duffle bag. Before I leave, I write a note to Wanda.

Wands,

I know that you’ll hate me for saying goodbye like this to you. But I know if I did this face to face you’d manage to convince me to stay. But that is not what is best for me right now. If I stay, I don’t think I’ll survive this pain I’m feeling. The team are better off without me here. Just know that I love you and have always considered you a sister. I can’t thank you enough for everything you have done for me.

Love Y/N

I folded the note and left it on my bedside table. I waited until it was later at night, when I knew everyone would be asleep or in their room, before I headed out of the compound and made my way to Shield HQ.

I waited around knowing that Fury would be in early that morning. Once he arrived, he saw me sat on the couch in the waiting room and called me in before he even got settled. “I have a feeling I know what this is about Y/L/N but what can I do for you?” Fury asked taking a seat behind his desk.

I took a deep breath before starting to talk. “Sir, I’ve been very grateful for the opportunities you’ve given me here at Shield and then with the Avengers. But I don’t think I can be of any use for the team anymore. Therefore, I’d like you to accept my resignation.” I stepped forward and placed my Shield badge and gun on his desk.

He didn’t say a word, he just looked between me and my badge, his hand interlinked on this desk. “You are one of my best Agents Y/L/N, nearly better than Romanoff. There will never be a time that you aren’t of use to us. I don’t accept your resignation.” He said bluntly before turning to his desk.

“But Sir, I can’t do this anymore and if my mind’s not in it then I’m just a danger to everyone.” I argued not wanting to let him dictate this decision. I notice he reached into his draw and pulled out a file, tossing it in my direction. “I have a proposal for you, hear my out and if you still want to resign, I’ll let you leave now.” He bargained. I nodded and took the seat in front of his desk.

“I have a mission, it could be dangerous, but I think it might help in your current ‘situation’.” He paused whilst indicating me to take the file which I took and started to read. “Her name is Sarah. We believe she is a Hydra sleeper agent. She has powers but we haven’t been able to determine what they are.” I nod along reading notes such as her home address here in New York.

“She works in a coffee shop downtown. I need someone to work there and find out as much information as possible. We’ll provide an apartment and get you the job. All you have to do is make coffee and befriend her.” I finish reading the file and look up at him.

“It seems like a pretty easy mission. Surely you don’t need to send me, one of the other agents will be more than capable of doing it.” I respond, waiting for the catch which is sure to come. “If it was a simple information gathering exercise I would, but we think the best way to flush her out will be to expose you as an agent. Cause her to have to go on the offensive.” Fury responds. And there it is, a pretty big catch.

“So, let me get this straight, I work at this café, be nice and make friends, then at a time you say, you’ll leak info on me that will leave me exposed and potentially killed by a woman whose power’s we know nothing about?” I ask, trying to clarify the absurdity of it all. He simple nodded.

“I’m in.” I said without a second thought. I saw a flash of surprise on Fury’s face before it quickly disappeared. “As far as anyone else will be aware, you have resigned from you post with Shield. Only Agent Hill and myself will be aware of you mission. But know that we will do everything to protect you.” Acknowledging what he’s said, I stand up and shake his hand.

He hands me a larger file with all the information I need, including my fake IDs and apartment keys. I walk out of his office to be met by Agent Hill. “Hey Y/N before you leave. I’m glad you’re staying. Though I can’t say I won’t miss your face whilst you’re on this mission.” She chuckles walking me to the elevator. We’re around other agents now and we both put on our acting skills.

“Well Agent Y/N, it’s been an honour working with you. I wish you luck in your future.” She says leaning forward to pull me into a hug. “Stay safe, I promise we’ve got your back.” She whispers in my ear before I enter the lift leaving for the mission.

Wanda’s POV:

I was making my way down to the kitchen for breakfast having returned late last night from a short mission. I was planning on making Y/N and I breakfast for when she had completed her morning training session. I was so worried about her, she was barely eating but training hard in the mornings. She had such a bright a bubbly personality but since her break up with Nat, she had lost her spark.

When I entered the kitchen, the team were already up. “Morning” I say, walking over to the fridge to get out the ingredients I needed. “Hey Wanda, how was your mission?” Nat asked. I furrowed my eyebrows slightly. I was mad at her, she had broken my best friends heart yet she was acting like nothing happened. “Yeah it was fine.” I responded shortly not turning to engage any further.

Before I could start cooking Steve approached me. “Hey, how’s Y/N this morning?” He asked. This was new, no one on the team had asked about her for the last 2 weeks, this was only adding to the anger I felt. “Why, you suddenly care about her?” I respond harshly, I notice the shock in is face straight away. “I-uh, well. I’ve always cared about her. We uh, we all have” He replied stuttering through his words.

“You guys have a funny way of showing it. No one has made an effort with her since Natasha ended it with her. We all knew how much she loved her. She was heartbroken and she needed us.” I almost yelled at him. Before he could respond JARVIS interrupted us. “Director Fury has requested the team’s presence in the meeting room immediately.”

We all made our way into the meeting room taking our seats ready to hear our latest mission. As Fury started to talk, I looked around and noticed that Y/N wasn’t there. “Sorry to interrupt Sir but are we not waiting for Y/N?” I asked slightly concerned.

“No, we are not. I’m here to tell you that two days ago Agent Y/L/N handed in her resignation for Shield…. which I accepted.” There was a silence in the room. I looked over and saw that Nat was trying to hold back tears. “How the hell did you just let her resign Fury, she’s part of this team, we need her.” Tony spat, standing from his seat.

“Clearly she felt otherwise. I hate to lose one of my best agents, but I can’t force someone to stay who was so clearly unhappy. It’s a shame as I’m sure you were all supportive of her over the last few weeks whilst she has been struggling.” There was a sense of a scolding in his last sentence, and I notice the team visibly shrink into their seats.

As soon as the meeting is done, I run out and head straight to Y/N’s room. I open the door and see it now empty. Sitting on her bed, I feel a wave of emotion, I’m so sad that she’s gone, I’m angry that this could have been prevent, but most of all I just miss my best friend. When I stand up to leave, I notice something on her bedside table. It’s a note with my name on it and photo of the two of us.

Sitting down to read it, I no longer can keep my tears in. Gripping the photo tight I sob knowing that I’ll never see her again. She would have left a contact if I she wanted to see me again. I felt the bed dip beside me and a hand reach around my shoulder. I let myself give in for a brief moment before I notice it was Natasha. My sadness suddenly turned to anger.

“What do you want?” I asked harshly. “I just want you to know I’m here for you.” I look up and a rage fills me. “Me, you’re here for me? You are the reason Y/N is gone. She was like family to me, and I’ll never see her again. You never had an ounce of sympathy for her, yet you’ll come here and comfort me. No thank you!” I yell shooting up from the bed wanting to get away from her.

“Wanda please wait.” Natasha is persistent and grabs a hold of my arm. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want her to leave.” She says quietly, not matching my tone. “You’re kidding me right. What did you think would happen? That she would just get over you and go back to being herself. She loved you Natasha, she gave you everything and yet you strung her along breaking her heart. For what? Was it just some sick game to you? Did you get some kick out of playing with her heart like that?” I yelled again. I can feel my eyes start to turn red with anger.

“Hey, Wanda it was not like that. I didn’t break up with her because I was done playing with a toy!” Nat responds harshly getting closer as her own anger grew. “Then why did you leave her?” I challenge. “BECAUSE I LOVE HER!”. I stood there in silence, completely shocked. “I’m sorry, you left her because you love her? That’s crazy, even for you Nat.” I sarcastically chuckle. I’m completely confused.

“I was taught that love is for children. I thought that feeling that emotion made me weak. So, I started to distance myself from her, not sure what to do before deciding it was best for both of us if I ended things. I hated seeing the pain it caused her. I thought that with time she would see it was for the best.” She hung her head in shame.

“Look Nat, I know that you were conditioned to believe things when you were in the Red Room. But this, this is one of the biggest bits of bullshit I’ve heard. You have seen how love is not a weakness. Am I weak for loving Vision? Was Steve for loving Peggy?” I asked. She shook her head still unable look at me.

“Did leaving her make you stronger?” I probed further trying to get her to understand that her belief was wrong. Again, she shook her head. “It made me feel lost.” She whispered and I noticed tears start to fall from her eyes. I had never seen Nat cry before. I pulled her to me in a hug and rubbed my hands up and down her back.

“Hey Nat, I’m sorry for yelling. I was angry. I just really miss her.” I say softly. “No, I deserved it. You’re right, it’s my fault she’s gone. Now there is nothing that I can do to bring her back and make things right.” I just held Nat close letting her cry. She was already beating herself up enough, she didn’t need me to add to that. But she was right. It was too late. We had lost Y/N for good.

Nat’s POV:

It’s been 4 months since Y/N has left. The compound feels empty without her. I was such an idiot forever letting her go. In truth I was just scared, scared of getting hurt so I hid behind my stupid beliefs from the Red Room.

I will never forget the look on her face when I told her I didn’t love her anymore or the day in the gym where she had punched herself into a frenzy unable to stop. Her knuckles bloodied and bruised. The way she tore her arm away from me believing I wasn’t concerned for her.

These last months have been hard, the whole team is feeling her loss. She was such a happy person to be around. She would enter a room and everyone would instantly cheer up. She was like out own personal ray of sunshine. Some how Wanda has forgiven me. Her and Y/N were like sisters to each other. I hate that my actions have also caused pain to Wanda.

I have tried to find her. But she’s gone off the grid. The only evidence I have of her is the day after she handed in her resignation. Since then, nothing. No credit card uses, no matches on the CCTV facial recognition. She’s just vanished and that’s what scared me the most. She was that hurt she never wanted to be found.

It was a quiet day in the compound, and I was just about to make my way to training. As I do every day, I pass what was Y/N’s room and stop for a moment before head out to the gym. Whilst grabbing a water from the kitchen JARVIS calls us in for a meeting with Fury.

“Anyone know what this is about?” I ask, taking my seat next to Wanda. “Well, the whole team is here so he can’t be announcing a resignation.” Tony responded darkly. Both Wanda and I shot him a look and he held his hands up in defence.

Fury entered with a solemn look on his face. “Thanks for meeting so quickly. Let’s begin.” It was odd for Fury to thanks us, he rarely did, especially something so trivial. This must be bad. I take out my notepad and pen ready to take notes.

“A few months ago we sent an Agent to monitor and extract this woman. Sarah Petrov, who we believed was a Hydra sleeper agent. Our Agent went undercover working at the same coffee shop to gather intel before their real identity was revealed.” He stopped when he was interrupted by Steve. “Hang on, so you’re saying that you purposely were going to leak that they was a Shield Agent?” he asked perplexed.

“Yes, we didn’t know what her powers were and we though the best option was, once we had collected enough information, to create a leak which we could control and be able to apprehend the Hydra Agent. Once we could confirm that she was in fact who we thought she was, we would send in a team and extract both her and the Agent.” He paused for a moment. Again, something he doesn’t often do.

“Let me guess. It didn’t go to plan? Which his not surprising considering it was pretty much a suicide mission for the Agent!” Steve interrupted again. I noticed Fury’s fist tighten, he felt guilt, it would explain his current demeanour. Any other circumstance he would have called Steve out.

“Our Agent was found out and we sent in a team, however, Sarah proved too strong. She had powers similar to you Wanda, just not as strong. Our team was pushed back, and Sarah got away with Y/-the agent. We know their location but it’s too risky for us to send a Shield team in to get them.” Fury explains.

“So, you want us to infiltrate the base rescue the Agent and also apprehend this Sarah?” Steve clarifies. Fury simply nods in acknowledgement. Something does feel right, he’s somehow personally involved with this. “Who’s the agent?” I ask. There’s a long silence where Fury refuses to make eye contact with any of us. “Fury, I said who’s the agent?” I asked again growing frustrated.

“It’s Y/N.” There is a stunned silence. The whole team looking at each other. “But you told us she resigned.” Wanda challenged. “I did, it was best for the mission.” Fury said defending himself. “I think you need to tell us the truth here Fury.” Tony said angrily tapping the table.

“Y/N did come and hand in her resignation. I refused to accept as I knew she would be perfect for this mission. I asked her to hear me out. If she still wanted to resign after hearing about the mission, I said I’d let her go. She agreed and only Agent Hill and myself knew about it.” Fury clarified, much to the annoyance of the team.

“Why was she perfect for the mission Fury?” I asked, angry that all this time I was looking for her, he knew where she was. “Because she wasn’t afraid if she were to get hurt, she felt like she had nothing left. Like Steve said it’s a suicide mission.” Tony said sadly. I could feel my heart breaking all over again.

“So, you’re telling me, that you used her vulnerability to get her to sign up to a mission that was more than likely going to get her captured of killed? I mean no other agent in their right mind would have accepted that mission! You let her emotional state dictate her commitment to Shield.” I started to yell raising from my seat, until I felt Wanda grasp my arm.

“I promised we would protect her. I got this wrong, I know this is on me. But we needed to ensure we got Sarah to save lives. Sometimes you have to make the tough decisions for the better good.” Fury defended right back.

“You don’t get to decide that Y/N’s life is worth less than another Fury!” I shouted in complete disbelief. “Nat, I know you’re angry, but this isn’t going to help save Y/N. We need a plan and then we’re going to get her back.” Steve says calmly taking control. “That’s assuming there is even anyone left to save.” I whisper, but I know the team can hear it.

After we devise a plan we race to suit up and head to the quinjet to infiltrate the base. “Ok here’s the plan one more time. Tony, you’re going to scan for any thermal signatures whilst we clear any enemies from outside, as quietly as we can. I we make too much noise then we know that they’ll kill Y/N. Once we have confirmed the numbers on the inside, Wanda and Nat you will enter from the East entrance, your primary objective is to find Y/N. Bucky and I will enter from the West to get Sarah. Clint, you’ll provide us cover for our return to the jet. We are not here to blow this base, it’s too risky. Our priority is getting Y/N and Sarah. Once we have them, we go.” We all nod in agreement as we arrive at our location.

We make our way through the wooded area taking out the Hydra agents quietly. Once completed we wait in position for Tony to confirm what we will be facing when we enter the building. “Scans show there to about 60 people inside. Nat and Wanda, when you’re in, stick to the rooms on the left, I think I can identify a prisoner but I’m not 100% sure. When you’re ready it’s time to go.” Tony confirms

On Steve’s mark we go, running in blasting our way through the entrances. Wanda takes down most of the agents coming in our direction whilst I check every room that we come across. They’re all empty and my frustration is growing. After a while Steve calls out on comms that they have Sarah and are making their way back to the jet.

My optimism drops with ever room we check until we come to a locked re-enforced steel door. Wanda uses her magic to open it before standing guard on the door. I run in and see Y/N tied to a chair. “Y/N, can you hear me?” I ask running over to her. I can see she has taken a bit of a beating and has a stab wound to her stomach. “Y/N it’s me, it’s Nat. Wake up for me.” I shake her gently causing her to stir. “Urgh, Nat is that you? I must be dead.” She groans and I start to untie her from the chair.

“Wanda I’ve got her.” I call out. Before I know it, she runs in throwing her arms around Y/N. “Thank God you’re alive. Don’t you ever do that to me again!” She shouts trying to be angry, but I can tell she’s just relieved. “I can carry her if you’re ok to protect us?” I ask lifting Y/N up bridal style. “Of course. Let’s get out of here.”

We manage to get out pretty easily with Wanda able to deal with any attacking agents with ease. Once we’re back on the jet I lay Y/N down on the medical gurney whilst Wanda grabs the first aid kit. I grab Y/N’s hand and look into her eyes. “You need to stay with me ok. You’re going to be fine. We’ll patch you up and get you back home.” Looking at her in her vulnerable state I have all these things that I want to say.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was scared, terrified that loving you was going to get us hurt, that love was something only for children…” I clutched on to her hand with both of mine, tears streaming down my face as Wanda tended to her wounds.

“Natasha, I don’t think this is the right time.” Y/N speaks out between winces of pain. “Now is the perfect time. The moment I found out you left was the moment I realised that I am weak without you. That your love made me feel invincible as long as I had you by my side. I know that I can’t take back the pain I caused you when I walked away. But I can promise you that I never fell out of love with you. I saw you as the person that I would spend the rest of my life with, to have a family with. But I found out too late and I had already lost you. I spent every day trying to find you again, so I could tell you the truth, to make things right. Please Y/N, give me a chance to make this right.” I speak so quickly scared that she won’t hear everything that I have to say, hoping that she will see that I am genuine and love her more than anything in this world.

There is a silence as Wanda starts to stitch up the stab wound on Y/N abdomen. I can see the pain it is cause so I squeeze her hand tighter letting her know that I’m there. “Nat…” she strains out. I wait, terrified of the rejection I know is coming my way. “uh, Nat, I wish you would have talked to me. Ahh,” She stops taking a deep breath as Wanda apologies. “I’m sorry Y/N almost done.” She waits until the last stitch is completed and carries on.

“Whilst I was gone, I was so angry at you, but I was most angry at myself. Angry that no matter how much you had hurt me, I still loved you. But I don’t know if I can put my heart on the line again. I won’t survive it breaking again.” Her own eyes are now starting to fill with tears. I carefully wipe them away from her bruised cheeks.

“I promise, I will never break you heart again. Let us start over, we can go on dates, get to know each other again. We’ll take it slow. You have always been the one to take care of me, to show me the love you had for me. Let me do that for you now. Let me prove how much love I have for you.” I am practically begging her at this point. I thought I had lost her forever, but now she is back in front of me I can’t lose her again.

“Ok.” She whispers out. “Ok?” I clarify. “One last chance Romanoff. But I swear if you break this heart again….” “I won’t, I promise. I will protect your heart for as long as mine beats.” I smile through my tears so happy to have her back. “If you break her heart again Nat, I promise I will kill you.” Wanda says, her eyes tinted with red. I gulp as Y/N lets out a chuckle.

“Kiss me” she says, looking me directly in the eye. I carefully hold her face in my hands, taking in her beautiful features once more. Leaning down I gently lock our lips together. It is a tender kiss that has so much meaning. So much love and forgiveness. As I pull away, I rest my forehead against hers. “I promise you Y/N Y/L/N that I will spend every day earning your forgiveness and showing you how much I love you.”

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circeyoru · 7 months ago

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Circe Circe look at this Alastor theory

https://www.tumblr.com/delightfulsweettragedy/751199425866694657/guys-hear-me-the-fuck-out?source=share

This might be the first time someone tells me to do theory reads. So before we get into it, definitely mention the writer and contributor of this theory @delightfulsweettragedy (sorry, if this is sudden). I mean no ill will or disrespect, I'm merely commenting my thoughts and understanding to the Hazbin world. You guys are free to agree or disagree or just okay this.

This theory basically names who could possibly own Alastor's soul. Please read that before this. Thanks! It's good to support the original poster.

Okie~ Let's go~!

Naturally, forgetting the fanfics and unintentional inserting of theories into the various stories all around fandom, Alastor's soul is owned by someone, and the owner could be someone already introduced, subtly appeared, or not at all.

I'm aware of the various theories that name Lilith or Eve or the Root of Evil (an unconfirmed character) or Zestial or even Niffty as the possible owner of Alastor's soul. But I don't go with any cause Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel is just too short and rushed for any concrete information and backstory to be revealed in detail. They are interesting and sometimes convincing theories, but at the end of the day, it's all theories and not canon.

With this one, it's a bit far-fetch and with some loopholes. I'm still on the side of reading and knowing, but not believing.

(1) Eyes.

I'm assuming the eye theory is the one about how red means owning souls? So like making deals? Similar to Overlords and Sinners basically. But here's the thing. This is Hell and red is quite a common colour. I think it matches the association with intimidation too?? Well, let's look at the Overlords who are the prime example for owning souls.

We don't have much background lore on them and I'm seriously wondering about Rosie cause some say she never died and stuff. Off track. Okay, so not all of them have red eyes. I'll list who does; Alastor, Vox, Valentino, Velvette, and Carmilla. Who doesn't? Rosie, Zestial, Zeezi, and the flaming skull with two hook-like antlers. BUT, they are all Overlords and own souls.

So? Red eyes doesn't exactly mean the ability to own souls.

(2) Who can own souls? And how?

Hellborns are supposedly soulless, so when they die, they just die. Unlike Sinners who would respawn with time. Unless it's angelic steel then game over, again. But hey, check back to Episode 7, who did Charlie say when Alastor was making a deal with her?

[Charlie: "You want my soul?"]

Surely, Charlie's a hellborn, but she has a soul? Maybe Charlie was in Lilith and growing before turning into a demon and being thrown into Hell. Maybe it has to do with the fact that Lucifer was a fallen angel. Maybe Lucifer and Lilith were the exceptions. We don't know. All we do is that Charlie has a soul.

Overlords deal with souls, we know that it's be contracts signed between individuals. But that might not be the only way. What if, an Overlord can forcefully take a soul?

I took this from Hazbin's wiki on Overlords. [In "Hello Rosie!", it was implied that an Overlord could own a soul by taking them without a deal or contract if they choose to do so. This was implied based on Vaggie's reaction...] Continue to read on the site.

This is a pageturner because if Overlords, as a higher rank of Sinners, can take souls, who's to say even more powerful ones can't? Sinners are restricted to the Pride Ring, not hellborns. So what if a powerful hellborn travels to Pride and attempts to take a weaker soul? Overlords, like Alastor, would think of them as no one but a foolish challenge cause they are more powerful than Sinners. Idk, cause Overlords might or might not have info on hellborns.

So this theory might be right, even when he doesn't have a soul, he could take and own one.

(3) Alastor's actions

It's confusing to say the least about Alastor's motivation and reason for his helpfulness. In the pilot, he says he's here cause of the entertainment and we do see him taking interest when Charlie was on the air with her hotel pitch. Later on in Season 1, we see Alastor's composure being threatened by the mere mention that was on a leash and it turns out to be a right at the end of the season.

Whether or not Alastor's there cause of the/a plan or his own amusement or trying to get a safe haven or something else, we don't know or we're not sure enough to say so. At least, it is for me when you think about it deeply.

All in all, theories are fun to think and debate on. But still, it's not canon until proven. You know, like Vaggie being a fallen angel? And who knows, maybe this theory is pointing us in a direction.

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chronophobique · 1 year ago

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Draco is Hermione’s +1 at her cousin’s wedding

— 653 words

“What are those Muggles so bloody excited about?”

Already on edge, Granger rolls her eyes. “Have you really never been to a wedding before?”

“Do I look like someone who gets invited to weddings?”

“I don’t know,” she replies in an exasperated tone as she downs her glass of champagne in one go. “I guess not.”

“Granger. You do know this is an expensive wine, right? You’re supposed to only sip enough of it to coat your tongue, then let it sit in your mouth for a moment to—”

The glare she gives him is so frank and familiar that the sight makes him forget whatever he’s talking about.

Fuck, he’d missed that.

“In the Muggle tradition, a bride is considered lucky,” she explains, her big brown eyes shining as they do every time she gets the chance to share her knowledge.

“So, to improve their own luck, guests try to grab something that belongs to her. Like her dress, her hair, or flowers.”

“Are they going to strip her once the ceremony is over? Because if I would be quite impressed, I don’t think I ever agreed to be the witness of such a—”

“No, you idiot,” she chuckles, and Draco can see in her gaze that she immediately regrets not having contained it the second the soft sound of her laughter floats in the thick air between them.

“She’s going to throw her bouquet randomly into the crowd,” she adds more seriously, her cheeks a redder colour. “And the person who will catch it will claim their luck in being the next to wed.”

“Hm, let me guess. You have no intention of catching this bouquet.”

“Indeed.”

“Because you have no desire to get married.”

From the corner of his eye, he sees her watching him for the briefest second. “No, because my feet already hurt in those heels, and jumping around would make them bleed.”

At her unexpected answer, hope blooms in his chest, warming his heart like a blanket.

He’d always thought she’d broken up with him because she had no interest in marriage. Or rather, in marrying him.

“Remind me what I’m doing at this wedding with you?”

“Draco,” she sighs. “You know exactly why you’re here, and I really need you to stop bringing it up. Please. It’s just for a day.”

“Ah, yes, because you’re still so in love with me that you forgot to tell your grandmother about our breakup. Right.”

“She has a fragile heart,” she snaps, lowering her voice when she notices the old lady in question looking in their direction with a big, bright smile on her face. “And I didn’t forget. You know how much she likes you, it’s not that easy to—”

“Admit it to your grandmother or to yourself?”

First, her eyes widen, and then she’s looking everywhere but at him. “You need to respect my decision—”

“I would, but I don’t see how I can when you didn’t even see fit to give me an explanation.”

She knows he’s right, and she can’t stand it. “I don’t want to talk about this here.”

“If you assure me that you no longer share my feelings, we won’t have to.”

An eternity seems to pass before she finally says, “You know I could never tell you that.”

“In that case…” he trails off, handing her his glass before smoothing out his suit jacket.

“What are you doing?”

“Showing your grandmother I didn’t come only for the petits fours.”

And just like that, he’s confidently making his way through the crowd of waiting Muggles, effortlessly catching the bouquet as it is tossed in the air before nonchalantly returning to his witch’s side.

“I’ll be expecting an invitation to your future wedding,” he whispers so that only she can hear as he takes his glass from her hand to place the bouquet in it. “And by that, I don’t mean as a guest.”

#dramione #dramione fanfic #dramione drabble #dhr fandom #hermione x draco #draco x hermione #harry potter #draco malfoy #hermione granger #chronophobiquedrabbles

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mxxnlightwriting · 8 days ago

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Writemas 2024 Day 14

Thanks to @agirlandherquill for hosting this wonderful event!

Tari’s Note: I know I'm late with this one, but I needed a few days to rest, so here I am, working on it now! I'll also work on the other days I missed in the upcoming days, so I likely will be behind from now on. I hope that's okay! I have a masterlist for this challenge if you want to read this story from the beginning!

Prompt(s): An archway Synopsis: Rae goes to meet Emily after her shift at work, and they agree to spend the rest of their evening together. Genre/age group: adult contemporary sapphic romance Word Count: 0.5k

The town slowly drowned in darkness as the sun set in the distance, bringing out all the colourful lights spread across the windowsills and streetlamps. Rae kept her head down as she walked towards the town centre, unsure of why she was heading this way. She knew why, but she kept telling herself she didn't. For some reason, that helped her grow less expectant.

As soon as her brother's booming voice reached her ears, she lifted her eyes to find the town square more put together than she remembered. Henry chatted with Emily and Henrietta next to a large white tent that Rae was sure none of them had built, but all had given some unsolicited advice about. When they noticed Rae approaching, they opened their small circle and allowed her to join them.

"Are you done with work for today?" Henry asked, his breath creating soft clouds of mist.

"Yes." Rae's eyes slipped to Emily, who was smiling at her. "Are the three of you done here?"

"For today, yes," Henrietta said, pointing to the large tent. "Tomorrow we have to set everything inside, but the structure is already put together so that means we're on schedule."

"That's good, I guess." Rae nodded to herself, keeping her hands in the pockets of her jeans. To Emily, she asked, "Do you need me to take you home? You didn't drive here today, did you?"

"No. I still haven't found someone to fix my car." She pouted.

"I could make some calls," Henry said, surprising both Emily and Rae. He glanced between them and blinked. "What? I could call Pete tomorrow morning. It doesn't hurt to help."

"You seemed pretty against my help earlier today," Emily whispered but thanked him for the help, which seemed to please Henry enough.

Rae said her goodbyes to Henrietta and her brother, and she and Emily left the town centre towards the town hall building where the main door was opened.

"So, I, hm," Rae cleared her throat, "I could also drive us to my place. I could cook you dinner. If you want."

Rae's heart raced as she stared at Emily a few steps ahead of her. She stopped under the building's archway and turned to face Rae with a small smirk.

"And what will you cook for us?"

Us. There it was again. Rae could seriously get addicted to that word.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "I don't remember what I have in the fridge, but I'll make us something. Do you want to stop by your place first to grab a change of clothes?"

"I thought this was only dinner."

Rae ruffled her hair and joined Emily at the top of the stairs. She stepped closer until Emily leaned on the stone wall behind her, her eyes focused on Rae as she smiled.

"I just want you to be comfortable," Rae said as her thumb ran lazy circles on Emily's cheek. "But it would only be fair if you spent the night at my place after I did it at the cabin."

"Do I get to choose whether I want the bed or the couch?"

Rae nodded and leaned closer to Emily until their lips touched in a light kiss. "Whatever you want," she said.

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kysukioshi · 9 months ago

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Concordia

Neteyam x fem!Na’vi OC

summary: a tale of love, redemption and betrayal; Neteyam and Tsuk'ami, two Na'vi from rival clans share a past forged in the innocence of a childhood friendship. Tensions between their clans rise as they strive to rewrite a destiny that fate has woven for them.

warnings: this story may contain violence, smut and swearing, so if you're not comfortable with those topics, please don't interact.

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Part four - In the whispering dark

Sunlight filtered through the dense foliage above, casting dappled patterns of golden warmth over the small faces sitting underneath. Tsuk’ami sat behind Neteyam, nestled in the soft grass, her nimble fingers weaving colourful beads into his thin braids.

Her laughter bubbled like a melody, as he proudly kept telling her jokes, amused with her reactions.

“Are we done yet?” He sighed, yet kept his composure as he was a patient kid after all. “I’ll end up looking like a walking bead stand.” His tail swayed as he awaited for her laughter.

She did giggle, but also smack his head playfully “I know what I’m doing.” She rose her nose to the sky. “I’ll make you look real pretty.” Her head tilted as she immersed herself in her craft.

“I’m not usually pretty?” He crossed his arms, teasing her playfully, which she caught up on.

She giggled “now that I think about it, without them you sure resemble a prowling nantang!” He exclaimed, finishing his last braid and turning him around to fix them in the front.

As she placed most of his beads behind his ears, he laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief “I sure fight like one.” His grin came to a smirk as he stood up straight, mimicking the stance of a warrior.

“Right.” She rolled her eyes, taking a step back to observe her work.

“I’m serious,” he shrugged “my father said I am a mighty hunter, for my age..” he crossed his arms, awaiting to see her impressed reaction.

“Kids don’t train to hunt at our age, skxawng!” She put her hands on her hips, her eyebrow rising in confusion

“I’ve already had a clean kill. I thought I told you.” His voice was laced with seriousness

Her head tilted, “I thought you were joking..” her voice softened “I never even got the opportunity to train.”

“What!” His eyes widened “surely they let you at least watch how it’s done?” His head tilted in confusion

“Nope.” She shrugged “they said it will be part of my tsahìk training.”

“But that’s so far in the future! How will you eat?”

“Someone else will do it for me, probably.” She looked down, the thought clouding her confused child brain

“Hunting is a necessary survival skill. You should be thought about it, no matter if you are daughter of the Olo’eykte.” His tone was serious, worried “especially in these dangerous times.”

“What dangerous times?”

…

For the next couple of days, Neteyam avoided meeting Tsuk'ami. He saw her, as he flew above the borders. She was at the tree everyday, but he never saw her connect to it again.

He understood that was something she had to face by herself.

He had wanted to ask Kiri about such visions, but he knew that he had to have a very good reason—one that didn't include him having a friend from an enemy clan.

Meanwhile, Tsuk’ami was all caught up in the sticky visions that lingered in her mind all the time. It ruined her daily quiet moments, and her mind was all stirred and messy and loud. It freaked her out.

On the other hand, it opened her interest for wanting to know about the other clans even more; Starting with Omatikaya. It was like a weighting, unwelcome burden she now had go carry. A sense of fear, duty that haunted her.

The things that haunted her even prompted her to ask her friends about it. Although she was very careful with how she approached them with it.

The visits to the tree were frequent. She promised she would connect and try again, but as she would actually get there, she would lose that straightforwardness and get scared. She didn’t like that she was all alone there. She needed a witness. She needed Neteyam to do it with her.

Of course, her problems couldn’t have chosen a more inconvenient time to consume her whole mind. Her whole clan buzzed frantically, preparing for the upcoming summer moon celebration. Everyone had a million tasks on their hands. From gathering the right flower arrangements and preparing the right food, to ensuring that all the dances and music were in place.

She also had things to deal with. She was assigned to gather and get anything her grandmother requested. She had to ensure that every morning, the band practiced for their bit. But most importantly, she was one of the main entertainers at the festival.

It was a dance, and the dancers were adorned in special ceremonial attires. It was vibrant, crafted with intricate details; Wooden beads, shiny leaves, flowers and crystals.

Even though excited about that part, she moved through other preparations like a ghost. She barely saw anyone anymore. Her mother was always off to make sure everything is on schedule. She barely saw her father who, with the hunting squadron, spent most of his time at the river banks, stocking on food for the big feast.

Her grandmother always had her hut full of healers, running around like headless beetles, grabbing onto things Tsuk’ami handed them.

It was a big mess—chaos.

All she wanted to do was run away to the forest and endorse herself in her writing.

…

At the first rays of dawn painting the sky, Neteyam stirred awake from his slumber. The sounds of the forest, as well as the commotion of laughter and chatter between clan members, made him sit up quickly, stretching his limbs and rubbing his eyes.

For a second, he panicked. He slept in, and it was not a holiday, so it must have been work day, which means he is late. He threw the linen cover off himself, quickly standing up and running to the living space where his mother sat, sowing something.

He must’ve looked funny to her, as she chuckled a bit at the sight of him. His eyes were puffy, yet wide as if he had seen a ghost. “Second shift” she reminded him with a giggle

A sigh escaped Neteyam as the realisation settled in. He paused to rub his face, groaning in frustration, but also relief. “Right.” he muttered, letting his hands fall to his sides.

“How late am I?” He sounded disappointed, rubbing the remains of sleep from his eyes, he finally acknowledged the rumbling in his stomach; Neytiri seemed to notice too. He knew he had probably missed the communal breakfast.

Neytiri looked back at her lap, returning to her sowing “You needed it, Neteyamur. You’ve been pushing hard with the patrols lately.” She spoke softly “Whole night, most of the morning” she smiled, looking up at him again “Tuk has saved some for you. It should be at Mo’at’s.”

He smiled softly, returning to his room and taking all the gear he needed. He went through the neatly placed knifes and arrows on the wall. As he got ready he headed to Mo’at’s.

She was quite far from the Sully residence. He had to walk through most of the camp, passing work stations, groups of hunters and even the school for younglings. That meant he had to stay and greet the elders, tell them about his hunts and listen to their stories about his grandfather. He hated it. He respected them, yes, but they always had some words of encouragement, improvement. ‘Why dont you do things like your ancestors, keep the old ways?’ Or ‘when will you find a wife? It will be too late for you soon’. What were they thinking? He felt like his life had just begun.

The kids were somehow worse. He did like how they admired him, and how excited they would get to meet ‘the prince’, but they would feel even freer to ask uncomfortable questions. One that he hated the most was ‘is it any different having demon blood.’. They often asked if he felt different—if his body felt different inside.

After all that torture would pass, he would finally get to his grandmother’s, but now with a stomach so full of all the bullshit, he would lose his appetite.

Either way he walked in with a soft smile, up until he hit his head on one of the dangling bottles and baskets that hung from the ceiling of Mo’at alcove. His youngest sister immediately burst into giggles and laughter, while he rubbed his head, hissing lightly.

“Careful child.” His grandmother spoke, not lifting her gaze from a bowl she was mixing something in. The aromatic blend of herbs surrounded her, as usual, and it always brought some comfort to Neteyam.

He was specially close to her. Not like Kiri, but he spent most of his childhood in her hut. Every time he felt emotional, had a problem of some sort or got hurt he would run away to hers, hiding under the working tables until she found him. She would treat him, giving him fruit or tasty juices, and talking to him until he felt better.

It stayed; It was like he unconsciously came to her every time he felt weak or hurt.

“Can we find another place to put those things.” He frowned, rubbing his head. He sat on one of her mats, Tuk brining him the leftovers. “Thanks” he smiled

“No, it is how I like it.” She laughed, her voice raspy “perhaps you have grown too tall.” She turned to finally face him, her eyes twinkling with humour. “Soon, the forest itself will need to make way for you.” She chuckled, throwing her hands around and walking away to her working station.

The forest really was closing in on him as of late, and he tilted his head just thinking about it.

It disturbed her as thoughtful silence enveloped him. Mo’at was always attuned with everyone, she knew all the whispers people heard in their heads. Without even turning to look at him she knew he was deep in thought. “Embrace your height,” she let her word hang for a moment “but don’t forget to watch out for those low-hanging vines.” She added, this time turning to him with a wooden bowl in her hands.

“Huh-“ Neteyam looked up, mouthful of food, his fingers wrapped around the plate that sat in his lap.

“Even the mightiest warriors need to duck now and then.” She smiled, and walked out.

For a moment, he stared ahead. He tried to rip the meaning out of his grandmother’s riddle, but he struggled to do so. It was until his little sister that sat beside him finally spoke “why does grandma always say the most confusing things before she leaves?”

He chuckled, shrugged and patted her head “Tsahìk thing”

…

Tsuk’ami’s quiet place, inside the walls of her clan was a simple spacious alcove, nestled between two shell fruit trees. A sacred space, that smelled like herbs and grass, reminded her of rain and warmth.

It was adorned with vines, from which the lanterns hung, creating a warm atmosphere throughout the whole space.

Colourful tapestry was hung from the ceiling, beautifully woven carpets laid on the floor. Hanging clusters of beads, rocks and shells hung from the shelves, which held various pieces carved from wood, or beautiful plants in glass vases.

It all felt like home to Tsuk’ami—felt and smelt. She watched her grandmother work, quiet, as her feet dangled from the stacked leather boxes she was sitting on.

She had been sitting there for some time, filling her grandmother in with all the information she had picked up exploring the forest, occasionally throwing in gossips and drama that was going around the clan.

“You have been frequenting the forest as of late, my child.” Her grandmother spoke, her voice raspy yet soft.

Tsuk’ami was taken aback. Her ears perked up, sweat prickling on her forehead. Her grandmothers tone was rather curious, but in the moment it seemed to her as if she knew it all—she was not to blame though, her grandmother usually knew it all.

Her heart fluttered with nervousness. What if her grandmother knew of her seeking solace in the trees of Eywa. What if she had known of her meetings with Neteyam.

Not that they were doing anything forbidden, except for meeting up. She had every right to be around an Omatikaya in the forest, right? She didn’t even touch him. She kept her distance. She wasn’t breaking rules. Right?

“Just preparing for the festival, is all.” Her voice was tinged with a hint of uncertainty, one her grandmother heard clearly “I wish to have the most beautiful garments for the celebration.”

Her grandmother sweet smile and serene expression offered no indication of suspicion, and Tsuk’ami sighed in relief.

These things ran her mind. She fumbled with the jewellery on her arms, thinking deeply about her secret she kept locked so deep inside her heart. She never liked to lie, especially not to her grandmother Nefila. She knew her grandma always kept secrets, and she knew things would feel better if she told her just a part of her problems.

“Is there something that is on your mind dear?” Nefila inquired gently, her voice echoing like a soothing melody within the walls of the hut—or perhaps walls of Tsuk’ami’s loud head.

She fought the balance between honesty and secrecy. She wanted guidance, she needed it. “I have been visiting the tree of souls.” She admitted

“So I have heard.” Nefila gave Tsuk’ami an understanding look as she turned towards her fully. She saw her eyes widen “Your mother told me. She was happy.” Nefila reassured her.

“I will not ask you why you have gone there, if you don’t wish to tell. It is between you and the Great Mother” Nefila placed her hands on Tsuk’ami’s shoulders, her palms rough and wrinkled, yet comforting to Tsuk’ami. “But whatever it is, you must trust everything Eywa lays upon you. Every whisper, you must consider a piece to the puzzle of your path.” She spoke softly

“I have failed to understand grandmother.” Tsuk’ami’s eyes softened as she stared up at Nefila’s hooded eyes. “What if my path is not yet decided.” Her gaze lowered as she struggled to articulate the depths of her emotions.

Nefila sighed, her palms sliding down Tsuk’ami’s arms until they met her hands, much smaller, much softer, but she grasped them firmly. She shook her head “Eywa has a plan for every being that lives on her eldest child’s body.” She explained slowly “the legacy you carry, of your ancestors, can be used to see the clearer picture she wants to show you. You must trust her nevertheless. Do not give up, even if you cannot see ahead.”

…

Neteyam rushed through the narrow corridor of the hollow hallways of a treej camp was set around. His mind seemed to be brimming with urgency. He walked quickly, ducking and dodging every little bump in the walls around and over him, as if he could do it blind. His ears were perked and eyes stared sharply ahead, yet he heard or saw nothing as he collided with a solid frame that to him seemed to show up out of nowhere.

He stumbled backward, ready to spit out a curse. He looked up, now face to face with his younger brother, mirroring his surprised expression, only Lo’ak’s was covered with a sheepish grin. “Woah-” He held his hands up, intimidated by Neteyam’s piercing stare “don’t beat me up, damn” he chuckled

Neteyam rubbed his hand over his forehead, “sorry, I didn’t see you.”

“Yeah? Well I haven’t seen you in days” he slapped Neteyam’s shoulder playfully “North doing all right?” His head tilted

“It’s all clear,” Neteyam’s hand slipped down to his side, a frown still present on his face. His head was tilted downward, yet his eyes looked up into Lo’ak’s, his gaze worried “you?”

“Was about to report to dad.” Lo’ak crossed his arms, his tail swaying in irritation “my team found an RDA drill, next to the rivers. It’s not looking too good. They pollute this one and we are moving for sure.” He raised his shoulders in defeat.

Neteyam sighed, an expression of anger painting his features as he looked to the side. The contamination and poisoning was their biggest problem as of late. The RDA drills and bases polluted everything around them. Food recourses were running short; Fish, meat and fruit.. it was all slowly disappearing.

As much as Neteyam wanted to help investigate, he had something else planned, and as much as he felt guilty, he knew that he had contributed so much in his life for the clan, he deserved to follow his heart for once.

“Wanna check it out with me? We can fly over before we clock in.”

“I was- uh.. heading out actually.” Neteyam adjusted his bow, strapped around him, clearing his throat nervously. The mere seconds that were until Lo’ak answered, Neteyam used to think of a very good excuse. He knew that revealing his true intentions, was out of question. His brother was way too big of a patriot for that.

That got him thinking, who would really even support him in this. Not that there was anything to support, it wasn’t like he was romantically involved with Tsuk’ami, but he still considered them old friends, therefore.. maybe even future friends?

Jake would probably be kind of sceptical, but only because of Neytiri. It wouldn’t really mean anything to him, because he wasn’t there when the clan feuds began. His mother would go ballistic— and he stopped there as he realised he didn’t want to think of all the ways she would kill him on the spot.

His sisters would be okay with it. They would probably defend and reassure him. Lo’ak on the other hand—as much as he looks up to Neteyam— would disown him in a heartbeat.

“We still got a couple of hours. Second shift, remember?” Lo’ak pointed out, snapping Neteyam out of his daydream

“I know. Yesterday I had some increase of animals, so I gotta check out if it’s just a seasonal thing of something drew them over there, y’know?” Neteyam brainstormed his excuse, unsure of what to do if Lo’ak doesn’t buy it.

“Increase of animals?” Lo’ak’s expression scrunched into confusion, his eyebrows furrowing, jaw falling back.

“Yep” Neteyam smiled, putting his hand on his brother’s chest, slapping him a few times as he manoeuvred himself around him. “I’ll see you around, alright?” He grinned, turning quickly to walk away, his smile immediately fading as he focused on hurrying to his ikran.

…

Tsuk’ami stood in front of the spirit tree, fighting her longing and fear. Although she had promised herself not to connect, she couldn’t help but feel the roots of the tree underneath her feet. She could feel them sink deep beneath the fertile soil. Through closed eyelids of her eyes, she could see the blinking lights of the spirit tree’s branches, mimicking the beats of her heart.

It was as if Eywa tried to push those visions into her mind, even though Tsuk’ami kept a safe distance. It freaked her out.

With a frustrated sigh, she lowered herself into a seated position, her eyes slowly opening—hoping her heightened senses of the tree’s vitals would calm down.

She never disrespected the Great Mother’s judgement, but she felt discriminated. She couldn’t seek wisdom, speak to her ancestors, or even just endorse herself in the peaceful embrace the Great Mother held her children in. Her connections were only eerie and frightening now. That was usually a punishment bad people got.

She spoke to herself lowly, wondering what she did to make Eywa so angry. Maybe it was her unhappiness with the life that was decided for her by her clan.

After all, she often thought about how much privilege she actually has. Having food on her table, a roof over her head—luxuries she knew most people from smaller camps in her clan sometimes didn’t always have. She felt guilty, but she never told anyone. So how would the Great Mother know?

Was it because she dreamt of a different life, even wrote about it? Txi was just a character though, she told herself. It’s not like she wanted to be Txi, and was secretly writing about the perfect version of herself she made up in her head. It’s not like she was insecure of what Eywa built and made. She was proud of it, like every na’vi. Right?

Was it because she was training to be a Tsahìk, like the Great Mother intended for her, but instead of wanting to save lives, she fantasised of slitting the tiny human throat, and piercing her arrows through their flying metal creatures.

She was so angry with how the sky people turned her people’s ways around, she just wanted to watch them die. To see their blood pool around them, and their breathing stop as they gasp and cry out for their own god.

She was so angry, she was probably hurting the Great Mother. She was so angry, it was probably affecting their connection. She was so angry, it was probably the reason the couldn’t seek light from her anymore.

“Suki?”

Startled, she jolted upwards, her eyes snapping open only to be faced with Neteyam’s shocked gaze, whose unexpected appearance had disrupted her reverie.

“Neteyam!” She exclaimed, her palm over her chest “you keep creeping up like that and you will find me dead one day!” Her anger spiked after the sudden rush of adrenaline.

“Don’t I just call you that?” His head tilted. Seeing him unamused by her threats and scolds, she takes a couple of deep breaths, deciding to regain her composure. “Just announce yourself next time. While you’re… still kinda far.” She pointed behind him.

A hint of amusement covered his features “I’ll make sure to bring a bell next time.” He rolled his eyes

“Well what do you even come here for, except to annoy me.” She watched him with narrowed eyes, only her head turned to face him

His jaw tightened. She was right, he looked for her. But she didn’t need to know that.

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but I come here to patrol the land of my people.” He crossed his arms, a hint of playfulness still lacing his tone

“So I have heard.” She turned to face him fully, mirroring him by crossing her arms “yet, from the whole section of a jungle, you stumble upon a place you knew I was at. Forgive me if I find that a tad suspicious.” She countered, her head tilting slightly.

“I’m afraid it’s nothing deeper than duty. I was assigned to the whole north. Which part exactly comes from my choice and judgment.” He remained still, his voice raspy as he spoke lowly.

“So you admit you came here for me.” She smirked slightly, her ears perking at the anticipation for his answer.

“Sure, you don’t belong here.” His jaw clenched in seriousness

“You and your excuses,” she teased, returning to her cold expression “next thing you know, you’ll be claiming to have stumbled all the way here whilst chasing running ikran hatchlings.”

He couldn’t help but snicker at her remark. She laughed too, but only because she imagined it in her head.

Her determination quickly returned into her gaze, “either way, I’m not going.” She asserted firmly.

He sighed, his brow furrowed as he stared at the ground, his hands falling to his hips. “This is not a game, you know?” He looked up at her, the moment of calmness between them visibly dissolving.

“You are not only risking causing a mess between Soluna and Omatikaya, but you’re also risking your life.” His voice was edged with frustration. “One day, another warrior will come here instead of me. They won’t hesitate to hurt you if you refuse to leave,” he reasoned, letting his words hang for a second “and I’m not even sure they will let you explain in the first place!”

She pretended to listen, hear his words, but the second he finished, she narrowed her eyes. “It is a risk I am willing to take. You cannot control me.”

Neteyam let out a frustrated growl, his tail flicking quickly “you are lucky I let you come here!”

“As if you would do anything about it, anyway.” She spat her words out as if they were bitter, her ears flat against her head. “I’m not scared of you.”

He took a step towards her, his lips pinning in a straight line as he was close enough to look down at her like prey. “Don’t test me. And I know you are” He spoke lowly “it doesn’t matter who you are when it comes to my clan.”

“You forget I knew you as a kid.” Her head tilted, her eyes burning as she forced herself to stare up at his terrifying narrowed gaze “and I know this is not about your clan. Because you have clearly changed.”

“If you were the same disciplined and self-control freak kid I knew, you would be behind that line, on the borders.” She pointed her hand behind him “you have lost that, and don’t think I didn’t notice. But wanna know what stayed?” Her head tilted “the need of approval. Especially from your fath—“

“Careful.” He snarled at her

She narrowed her gaze even further “so who’s really afraid here?” The silence hung for a moment “you are.” She answered “You’re afraid to face it. But you’re also afraid you will never be as great of a leader as Jake Sully is—“ she flinched back as he snapped “enough!”

Her chest rose as she breathed heavily, watching him back away. His fists clenched tightly, as he shook with rage, fighting his urge to lash out at her.

And she was right. That was what kept him back. She was right and he was afraid to face it—afraid to consider he had imperfections.

Pulling his lips into a thin line, he adjusted his bow “you wanna keep coming here? Go for it.” His voice was flat and cold “I won’t stop them when they bring you to our clan one day. I’m actually looking forward to seeing it.” He turned to leave

Her chest rose, stinging with regret, eyes softening as she reached out to him, her hand hovering in the air for a moment before it awkwardly fell back to her side. She meant every word, stood behind it, but she didn’t mean to push him away. The only person that looked like they cared, even a little, about her problems; in this case, her nightmares and visions.

“Wait-“ she called out, running up to him and grabbing his arm, her fingers tightening around it as she wanted to keep him there, to at least get a chance to speak.

Neteyam turned around, and she let go. His jaw clenched, eyes darkened with frustration. He was confused, but didn’t let it show.

“I’m sorry, okay.” Tsuk’ami bites her lip as she thinks, looking anywhere but into his eyes. “I don’t judge you. I have flaws too.” She shrugged “but what I pointed out were not even flaws, I was just angry.” Her ears pinned back “perhaps those things are the human in you.” She finally looked up.

At first she wanted to stop him, only to make him stay and help her with the spirit tree. But as she began with a simple sorry, words started spilling out uncontrollably, and as she finished she had a shimmer of surprise in her widened eyes.

He looked down at her and was met with a mixture of urgency and vulnerability. It didn’t crack his walls a bit. “Is that all?” His voice was flat and cold

She hesitated, biting her lip again “no,” her voice was barely above a whisper “I need you to stay. I need help.”

His ears twitched “with what.” He didn’t ask, but demanded for an answer

“I need to connect to the spirit tree again.” Her ears pinned low as she admitted “only you know about this, and honestly I’m not planing on telling anyone further.” She shook her head

“You want me to stay and do it with you.” He murmured, still carrying a hint of frustration.

She nodded.

He sighed, rubbing his temple, his resolve still not softening “Alright” he conceded.

It comforted her to a certain point. He was still cold and angry, not only could she see it with how he moved and acted, but she could also feel it.

They awkwardly walked up to the tree, and as he saw she was hesitant to walk up first, he took the initiative, grabbing a couple of its hanging branches and connecting his queue. His pupils dilated, but his gaze remained on her, as if he was urging her to do it only with his eyes.

She gulped, forcing herself to take the last few steps. As she was surrounded by the branches, the whispers immediately begun.

Usually, the quiet whispers were always there, but those were soft, and there could occasionally be laughter and singing. It was a peaceful reminder of the ancestors waiting on their loved ones to connect and see them again.

What Suki heard was way more sinister. The whispering was like people talking about her, behind her back. Like someone admiting they did something bad; like someone being forced to stay quiet. It was heavy around her, and she felt like air was getting thicker, or perhaps sucked out of her lungs.

She turned to Neteyam, looking like she was fenced in a loud crowd, unable to speak—as if she couldn’t even hear herself—but was asking for help with simply widening her eyes in worry and uncomfortableness.

He picked up on it immediately, but was still fighting the inner turmoil of anger and disappointment, so he only nodded, softening his gaze in hopes it was enough.

And it was. She reached behind for her kuru, holding it close to the branches for a moment. As the pink tendrils danced in anticipation, opposite of what she was really feeling, she sighed, connecting them to the branch fully.

There wasn’t even a second of consciousness, she immediately fell back into that painful and cruel state.

At first, it was only darkness—a vast, endless expanse of nothingness that seemed to swallow her hole. It was like the first time, she knew what to do. She took a couple of steps forward, each one echoing in screams of agony.

She frowned, looking around. Only as she turned around, a scene of cacophony of chaos. People of her clan, lying around the floor, over the dead bodies of their loved ones. Their loved ones in their arms, faces pale and lifeless.

She looked away, closing her eyes for a moment. She saw this before, but that never made it easy. Visions of dead children in their mothers arms as screams and cries echoed; she really must’ve messed up something with the Great Mother.

Still, as the people suffered, to broken to be concerned about anything else, they kept pointing behind her, as if trying to reach for something; either death or light.

Every time she would turn around, she would see nothing, but would only hear a single cry amongst silence. It confused her too much, even scared her a bit, so she decided to ignore it.

Even as she closed her eyes, she could still hear the faint prayers the people slurred as they lied on the floor, bullet wounds and arrows piercing through their bodies; “please kill me. Please end this.” They called for her “oh, Eywa! Take me and end this!”

Tears prickled in Tsuk’ami’s eyes. She felt helpless. She wanted to help but those people were just dust. If she tried to get close, who knows what kind of a trick the Great Mother would play on her. All she could do was stand there and listen, watch.

Gradually, the less she paid attention to it, the more it ebbed into the eternal void she was used to. This time, the distance painted itself into a forest. She didn’t take any chances, she ran towards it like her life depended on it.

As she stepped out of the void, she was at the spirit tree. Confused, thinking she disconnected, she looked around for Neteyam. There was no one. She walked up to the tree again, her ears perking up. Instead of the usual, either scary or peaceful whispers, she heard the cry. It echoed through each branch.

Was that supposed to be her? Was that some metaphor that she will end up that way? In a void, crying out in agony as she lost everything and everyone?

“You look at things so negatively.” She heard a soft, feminine voice appear behind her.

Her ears perked up, and she turned around. It was a familiar voice— she thought about it as she was turning to see who it was. The presence just felt like a song or a word she heard already. Like a smell that brought her back to her childhood.

The moment she saw her face, she gasped. Her sister, Nalu’a. The one she lost to war.

For years, Tsuk’ami tried to connect to her, but she was the only one it the family who couldn’t.

“Nalu’a,” Tsuk’ami murmured “are you— real?” Her head tilted, not letting herself get to excited in case it was a trick

“I have waited for you.” Nalu’a smiled warmly

“What-“ Tsuk’ami’s heart swelled with a tumult of emotions— joy, sorrow, confusion and anger. It was bittersweet. It was so long since she had seen her sister, since they have walked a path together. Over time, she thought her Nalu’a just didn’t want to see her. “Why are you here?” Her voice was choked with emotion “you refused to see me.” She turned away

Her sister’s face scrunched in sadness, her head tilting slightly “you are the one who didn’t let me approach you.” She frowned, studying Tsuk’ami’s expression “I wished to come, but you put up a wall.”

“I have waited here for so long, you never showed.” Tsuk’ami looked —and sounded— shaken up.

“The Great Mother tried to reach for you. For a long time.” Nalu’a stood tall, her hands behind her back. For a moment, Tsuk’ami felt like she shrank to the height she was when her sister passed. It was just like she remembered. The angle she knew her from.

Perhaps she would never know otherwise, she thought.

Nalu’a began walking around, and Tsuk’ami followed along. “You are very stubborn and impatient. You do not wait for her to finish what she has to say.” She smiled as if it was something she was familiar with “she had to send me to help.”

“I didn’t understand, sister.” Tsuk’ami stopped, “I feel like I cannot finish the puzzle she has made for me alone.” Her voice seemed shaky, frustrated.

Nalu’a chuckled, just like how Tsuk’ami remembered. Yet it brought no comfort, she just wanted answers. Nalu’a took Tsuk’ami’s hands, her touch like wind. Her gaze softened “perhaps she does not mean for you to finish it alone.”

As much as those words settled peace in Tsuk’ami, they stirred more confusion as well.

Tsuk’ami’s vision slowly emerged from the depths of her visions. She blinked harshly, adjusting her eyes to the lights she wasn’t used to. The world she saw previously was way darker.

Neteyam’s expression was stoic, with a slight frown. He waited for her to speak, trying to hide the cracks of curiosity in his cold armour.

Tsuk’ami didn’t speak. She turned the other way and began walking away. She wasn’t sure where, she just wanted to get away from that tree. It whispered to her, sang to her, those sinister lullabies. Only this time, even though she walked away, her senses still prickled with the sensation of quiet whispers, breathing down her neck. That was when she turned frantically, covering her ears.

“What happened?” Neteyam’s tone was composed, although his eyes widened at the sight of her sudden panic.

Tsuk’ami’s throat went dry. The faint murmurs seemed to swirl around her, maddening and elusive, sending shivers down her spine. “I can’t stop hearing them.” She mumbled, barely hearing to herself “what do I do?”

He walked closer, confused. Seeing her in so much discomfort at something she couldn’t control—and something he couldn’t fix— made him wish that his sister was there.

What worried him a lot more was not her panic, it was the fact that she was turning pale and shivering. He can deal with a breakdown, but not with spiritual fevers and scares. Kiri’s were enough to worry about.

“Look just—“ his words hung in the air as he walked closer “focus on breathing.” He didn’t hesitate to put his hand gently around her neck, placing his thumb on her pulse. It was strong, but there was no rhythm. It was almost all over the place, just like her thoughts. “Let it fade. You are in control.” His voice was cold, yet like a murmur; just for her.

Tsuk’ami nodded, and out of embarrassment she tried her best to listen. She never wanted to show the weaknesses only she knew, to someone else. Especially not her old friend. Her.. enemy?

She steadied her breath “I just need to go. Far from here.” She mumbled

He nodded “I will take you.”

“No,” she shook her head, her chest rising and falling “someone will see you.”

“I won’t go far” his head tilted, “just a walk through the forest.”

Eventually, she caved. She figured it was late, and if they ran into any night guards, she could make up a story and give Neteyam time to run.

She was thinking too far into the future, but it had been like that lately. Overthinking, uncertainty. She was really falling apart in every way and aspect, and she couldn’t pick herself up. She didn’t know where to start.

It seemed that whenever she tried to fix something in her life, a bunch of new things would go south.

…

“I didn’t know your sister died.” Neteyam broke the uncomfortable silence that lingered after Tsuk’ami finished telling him what she had seen. It was certainly a way to break it, but he couldn’t wait and not ask, he knew her after all.

Tsuk’ami’s ears perked. She turned to look at him only for a moment “yeah.” She replied softly “a little after we stopped meeting.”

“How did she pass?”

She turned again, and his gaze seemed to be fixated to the floor, as if he were sympathetic. It was the first time she saw that in him, and it felt good.

It wasn’t anything about his pity, she didn’t want that. She just felt like she was unlocking a new branch of his being and personality. Like she was finally getting someone to open up to her, and someone to open up to.

“Sky people.” Suki’s voice was toned with sadness, but also with pride. She liked to remember her sister positively. Because it was what Nusya deserved. “She was a warrior. She was so brave and fierce, yet she had a heart of gold.” Tsuk’ami spoke proudly “she was a very bright spirit.” She smiled

Neteyam hummed.

“I always wanted to see her as a mother, when I was younger. She had a mate. She was happy, and she was ready.” Tsuk’ami’s voice was soft, like a murmur, just above a whisper.

Neteyam let the silence linger for a moment, letting her know he listened and understood. “What about your brother?”

Suki’s smile faded. “I rarely speak to my brother.”

“How come?”

She looked away “I believe he has lost his way. He has lost his sight for what truly matters.” She frowned, her ears pinning back “blinded by the hatred for the sky people” she spat “that is why I believe I should rule after my mother, even though he is older.”

“Do you believe your council will let you?” His eyebrow raised, head tilting to see her. It wasn’t skepticism, just pure curiosity. Comparing her clan’s rulers with his. Because after all, there wasn’t a thing he hated more than his council.

Her arms crossed “it is what I fight for,” she muttered “all this spiritual stuff isn’t helping though. They will place me as a Tsahìk.”

He snickered, making her smile.

“Well I wish I could tell you all about my siblings,” he halted, head rising as he looked down on her with a smirk “but it seems we have run out of time.”

She smiled “I am curious though.”

“Yeah?” His arms crossed “what about an ikran ride to the upper plains tomorrow?”

“Is that a date?” She teased

“It’s a catching up.” He chuckled, letting his words hang “whatever you want it to be.” his voice softened

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Although it takes time I’m happy where this is going. The drawings will always come out later than the chapters, now I’m sure.

Anyway.. yayy they are warming up to each other. I understand it may be slow, but slow burn is what I live for so I tried to make it semi fast so ppl who don’t like slow burn still enjoy.

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