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iikatsukii · 2 years ago

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When the clock resets.

synopsis: you’re brought back to life, unsure as to why eywa has given you another chance but as you return “home” things aren't quite the same. .

pairings: sully family x daughter/sister!reader, neteyam x twin!reader, neytiri x daughter! reader, jake x daughter!reader

warnings: um tbh none except minor cursing, running away, passing out, mentions of malnourishment due to you being dead but yk. oh and ao’nung being a mama’s boy.

word count: 6,064

a/n: THIS IS PART 2 OF TOO LATE!!!! unfortunately there is no red text this time but guys i am still not done with this series because i have a request for if the reader survived the first part. but i will be moving back over to illicit love for a little bit because i didn't even expect this story to blow up like i did. like yall i was just sad and here yall are feeding off my trauma. but its okay yall are my little angst hungry babies. :) (also huge fucking shoutout to @eywas-heir for giving me this idea for pt. 2. go give them kisses for me and say i sent you :d)

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waking up felt extremely weird. you felt like you had taken the longest, heaviest nap ever. slowly opening your eyes to adjust to the light, you take in your surroundings.

you're in a shallow hole, you noticed as you looked around, and there was dirt around you. you look up at what you would think was the sky and see something else that you remember seeing before. you see the leaf covering that the omatikaya place over their passed-away loved ones. you usually see these leaf coverings from the outside. this caused a slight panic to settle in your chest?

why are you here? did you die? what the hell is going on?

you reached your arm up, still feeling weak from not moving your joints in you don't even know how long. you slowly press against the leaf covering, pushing it away from the hole and exposing the sun to your eyes. you shielded yourself before you felt a shadow standing over your form. it was mo'at. the tsahik of the omatikaya clan.

"tsahik?" it was the first word you said, and it caused mo'at to press a hand to her mouth in shock as tears sprang to her eyes. her granddaughter, who had passed away two years ago, was looking up to her from her grave that she had pushed open herself. the tsahik didn't understand. how could the great mother take you away for two years and let their family mourn and grieve your death just to send you back to them two years later?

this made no sense.

"come with me, my child," was the only thing mo'at said as she reached out to grab your hand. she intertwined your fingers, wanting to hold her granddaughter as close as possible, fearing losing you again. she helped you out of the hole slowly as you still had to get used to moving your arms and legs around again.

"ma tsahik?" you asked the older woman standing before you. "what happened to me?"

she didn't turn to look at you as she said in a hushed, almost hurt, tone of voice, "you died two years ago," you were left speechless. you didn't know what to say, so you didn't say anything. you tried to think back on what happened before you woke up from your 'nap,' but you couldn't remember anything. no matter how hard, no memories or thoughts came to your head.

"do not try to work your brain so hard trying to find answers that will come to you, my child. you'll hurt yourself." the tsahik jokes.

you looked up at her, seeing the slight smile on her face but missing the faint trace of tears in her eyes. you let out a small laugh at her joke.

"hey! i may not remember anything from before, but i know i was not stupid before i died." you laughed along, but this caused the tsahik to stop in her tracks, turning to you.

"say that again." she said, grabbing hold of your shoulders, her face painted with worry.

"i was not dumb before i died?" you said, confused at her sudden actions.

"no, child! the other thing you said."

"oh, that i do not remember anything from before i died?" your words were cautious because you didn't know if what you were saying was offensive.

"we must get you back to the camps." was all she said as she turned, grabbing your hand, but this time she walked with urgency. her pace was hard to keep up with due to your aching body, but you somehow managed.

once you started to enter your native territory, you felt eyes everywhere. everyone was looking at you. you get it; you died and came back, but did everyone have to stare at you like that? it wasn't like you were the olo'eyktans daughter before you died.

mo'at brought you to the center of the high grounds camp, and everyone gathered around to see what announcement their tsahik had for them.

she didn't have some big speech planned. she just held your hand and said to the clan's people.

"the great-mother has returned my granddaughter!" everyone was cheering and happy. this confused the sully family. the past two years after your death have been hard. the natives completely annihilated every rda soldier, lab, and scientist in sight. it was an unexpected, coordinated attack between the forest na'vi, the ice na'vi, and, surprisingly, even the ash na'vi. due to transportation, the water na'vi couldn't make it to fight the war, but they were able to send over some of their finest healers.

let's just say no ships are coming to pandora ever again. jake made sure to send a message to the humans back on earth that if they ever sent one of their own to his planet again, he would single-handedly rip them each limb from limb. that was a promise, not a threat. humans had not gotten a chance to respond to jake's words. right after he delivered his messages, he pulled the pin of a grenade and walked out of the ship, it and the rest of the camp's base exploding behind them. although they didn't get to respond, they sure did receive the message, and earth now no longer had an avatar program. as the na'vi walked away from the war, they were victorious once and for all.

neytiri was quietly braiding her youngest daughter's hair when she heard the cheers and celebration of the clan outside her home. and then that's when her three older children came running into their hut, screaming and crying, speaking simultaneously. it sounded as if they were speaking gibberish.

"hey, hey kids calm down. what is going on?" jake asked his children, who looked like they were in distress. he was sitting in the home's living area, sharpening his blade as he had nothing else to do.

"Y/N HAS RETURNED." it was kiri who got the words out first.

neytiri, jake, and tuk all froze. there was no way. the great mother had taken you right in front of their eyes. you have been gone for two years; it can't be. neytiri had visited your grave just last night. there you lay, closed-eyed and lifeless in front of her, but as she walked out of her home and into the center of the clan's gathering there, you stood. you looked skinny and malnourished, but you were standing, breathing, alive.

neytiri couldn't believe her eyes. she thought she was dreaming as she approached you slowly. she held your face in her hands, and as soon as she felt your skin against her own, she broke down in tears, engulfing you in the tightest hug you had ever felt.

"ow." you said when she squeezed a bit too hard. this caused the woman to release you quickly, as she had forgotten how fragile you were right now.

"ma ite, you have returned to me, oh great mother, you have answered my prayers. thank you, thank you, thank you," she said as she pulled you into a hug again, this time softer, as if she was afraid that if she held you too rough, you would break in her arms.

you, on the other hand, were nervous. granddaughter? ite? what is going on right now? there's no way you're the tsahik's granddaughter. you couldn't imagine what your mother would be like as a person, let alone any of your family. all you knew was that you were from the forest, but maybe eywa brought you back to the wrong part of the forest? you couldn't even look at the woman before you and pinpoint a resemblance. you had four fingers; some of her children had five, and you weren't like them. only one other child had four tingers, and you noticed it was the eldest son.

when you made eye contact with him, his eyes softened. neteyam hadn't looked into his twin's eyes in ages. he missed you like no other. yeah, neytiri had it hard losing her first daughter, but neteyam had his twin's life ripped from her body right in front of his eyes. at that moment, it was almost like he felt the bullets go through his chest as well. that's how great the pain of losing you felt. but looking at you now, he felt like his heart was whole again. but there was this look in your eye. you looked different. not physically. you looked at neteyam differently. almost like you didn't recognize him.

mo'at had hoped that seeing your home and your family would cause your memories to come flooding back, but the look on your face was not giving her that impression.

"i am sorry if i am ruining a happy moment…." you spoke up, causing everyone to immediately silence themselves so they wouldn't miss a word you said. but you didn't say anything that caused any happiness or joy in anyone. instead, your words scared everyone.

"–but i do not know who you guys are. i am not the tsahik's granddaughter and miss, i am not your daughter. i am sorry but i think you have things confused. please excuse me." you pulled yourself away from the woman who claimed to be your mother, but she tightened her grip on your hands.

"ma y/n, what do you mean? you do not remember me? i am your mother, your sa'nu. you are ma ite, my sweet girl." neytiri was taken aback. this isn't right, you're supposed to come back, and then everything goes back to normal. but the great mother has returned you with no memories at all. to you, neytiri was just a stranger claiming to be your mother.

the next person to approach you was the olo'eyktan himself. you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes because of how his vast form intimidated you.

"itetsyip. maybe if you come home and see some of your things then you'll remember." he said, placing his hand on your back and walking you in the direction of what you assumed was their home. you quickly remove yourself from the two adults who had you in their arms.

"i am sorry but i am not your daughter. i do not want to enter your home to look at whatever things you think are mine. just because i have no memory of my family does not mean you get to take me away from them. the great mother may have returned me to my body with no memories but that does not mean you get to put whatever you want in my head, trying to get me to believe you. i only just returned. do you not understand how overwhelming this is?" you were scared. everything was happening so fast.

you just found out that you had been dead for two years, and now these people are trying to push this life in you that you know god and well that wasn't yours. you don't know who these people are, and they were making absurd accusations. maybe you really were in the wrong part of the forest.

"y/n stop joking around. do you not remember us? you are neteyam's twin sister for crying out loud. how can you be cruel enough to pull a joke like this? have we not suffered enough?" lo'ak was fed up with this whole situation. you were his sister, dammit. how could you not remember that? neteyam is your twin. you, tuk, and kiri were sisters. they're standing right in front of you, just begging you to run into their arms so they can embrace you.

you looked at the teenage boy oddly. like he had three heads. he doesn't know what he's talking about. these people are so pushy and demanding; you can't come from a family like this. you thought about it, and you knew they would be able to catch you if you tried to make a break for it, but you didn't want to be here anymore.

lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the family's eldest son walking up to you. he gently grabbed your shoulders, looking directly into your eyes that were identical to his.

"you could not have forgotten about your twin brother have you, sister?" his words were soft. they sounded broken like he was hurting inside. from what? you don't know, but this isn't your problem to deal with. these people obviously lost somebody, but it is not you. you are not from here. so you hatched a plan in your head.

"maybe i just need to walk around the forest and re-familiarize myself. it–" you choked on your words, not even wanting to say it.

"it could help me regain my memories. and then we can be a family again, yeah?" you look into the boy's eyes, noticing them shining a bit brighter. you gave him hope.

that wasn't your intention. you just wanted to leave, so to make yourself 100x more believable, you hugged him. with all the strength you had in your body, which wasn't much.

everyone was shocked. even neteyam, but he didn't want to lose this moment, so he hugged you back tight, so you could feel his love but not too tight because of how weak you are. you pulled back from the hug, bowing slightly to everyone before you walked in the direction that you and the tsahik came from so you wouldn't seem lost. you looked back before you could fully disappear into the trees. eyes meeting those of the people who claimed to be your family. looking at them, you didn't even see where you would fit in. they already looked whole. so you managed a small fake smile, sent them a small wave, and continued your trek through the forest, trying to get as far away from the omatikaya people as possible.

by the time they realize you're gone, you'll already be way too far for them to find you. you wandered around, wondering why the great-mother returned you like this? did you not deserve to keep your memories?

almost as if she heard your question, the great mother flashed an image in your head. it was different shades of forest green, with indigo spots placed randomly around its body, looking almost like flowers. its wings were majestic, but you couldn't pinpoint what you had seen until it landed right in front of you, keeping you from walking off a cliff you hadn't even realized you were walking towards.

you couldn't believe that after two years of being gone, your ikran, syulang, was still alive. you named her syulang because, yes, of course, she looks like she's covered in flowers, but unlike other ikrans, syu was quiet, elegant, almost undetectable in the air. you would never hear her flying anywhere, and nobody knew why. the air would run smoothly over her wings, completely muting the sound of the wind rushing by in comparison to the usual loud, noisy ikrans that everyone else had tamed. syulang was delicate, like a flower. "syu! hi girl, oh my goodness you’re alive." you said as you created your tsaheylu with her for the first time in years. it felt like the first time all over again, except without the part where she tried to kill you. syulang was happy to see you as well, nuzzling into you. "syulang, we have to go. right now. come on girl, take me home." when you said this, syulang made a noise of confusion but allowed you to mount her anyways. the two of you took off into the night, the eclipse making it too dark for anyone to notice that an ikran was out flying. not like they would hear syulang anyways.

it's been hours. you still hadn't come back from the forest, and the sullys were getting worried. everyone was tense and stressed until kiri spoke up.

"she ran away," the teenage girl hadn't even realized it was herself who had spoken. she looked up and made eye contact with everyone in her family, repeating herself.

"she ran away, and she is not going to come back." tears sprung to her eyes as she just wanted her sister to return home. it was like eywa was dangling the most precious thing to them right in their faces, and every time they reached out, she snatched it away.

"she would not do that. she said she was just going on a walk. kiri have some faith in her. sure she did not remember us but she would not have hugged me if she was just gonna run away. she said she would come home." neteyam argued. he didn't want to believe that you had left them again, but that's what it was starting to seem like.

"we will check the ikrans. if hers is still there, then she's around here somewhere. we can go out and look for her." syulang had not left your family's ikran nest since the day you had passed. she was too depressed to do anything with her hunter being dead. the sullys made sure to take care of her for you, knowing you wouldn't want syu to suffer like you did. honestly, syulang was the closest thing the sullys had to you after you died. they'd take turns taking care of her at night, bringing tuk every now and then so she could see syulang too.

the walk to the family ikran nest was full of arguing. kiri said that neteyam and lo'ak had to come to their senses and realize that you were gone again. the boys refused to believe that you would leave again, but as they approached the ikran nest, seeing syulang's corner abandoned gave them the answer they fought over.

you had left.

"i told you she left. i mean for eywa's sake you guys bombarded her as soon as she got here!" kiri yelled at her family. she knew this was just displaced anger and that she didn't really mean it, but she was tired of holding her tongue.

"don’t you dare say we bombarded her! she is my twin who died in front of me! eywa forgive me for wanting to hug her after she's been dead for two years!" neteyam yelled back at kiri; this just caused a huge family argument to break out.

tuk, who was standing to the side watching her family fall apart, couldn't help but cry. she just wanted her family to go back to normal. "stop fighting…" it came out as a whisper, her family arguing so loud that they hadn't even heard her. so she decided to make them hear her.

"STOP FIGHTING!!" everyones' heads snapped at the youngest sully child. little tuk had just raised her voice at them for the first time ever.

"give me a break! we are all hurt okay?! us, y/n, grandma, the clan? everyone is sad! we did bombard her! she has not been here for two years. we should have let her settle in first. i get it. you guys miss her. so do i, but ma sa'nu when you talked to her she looked so confused and scared. and nete, when she was hugging you her eyes were so empty. she looked so lost. we scared her away. we had a chance to make things normal again, to be a family again and all you guys could do was be selfish and think about yourselves!! i just miss her. i want her to come back, i–" tuk couldn't even finish what she was saying as her sobs overcame her. neytiri scooped up her youngest daughter, cradling her in her arms, trying to soothe her harsh cries.

tuk had just lectured their entire family, and nobody could be mad at her because she was right. neytiri realized that she had been pushy. jake and lo'ak, too, but it wasn't because they were trying to scare you. they just missed you so much they couldn't contain themselves. they had been selfish, putting their feelings over yours once again. it was the same way they lost you last time, and now, who knows where you went or when you left. the family just remained in their ikrans nest that night, needing all the warmth they could get as they all just held each other and cried.

you didn't think you could fly any longer. it had already been a few days, and you didn't see the forest anymore. you already didn't have a lot of energy due to you being dead for two years, but it didn't help that you left with absolutely no supplies to survive on your own. everything was starting to look the same. you felt like you were going in circles, seeing the same islands over and over. the ocean water was beautiful, you had to admit, but right now, all you could think about was if it would cushion your fall if you fell off your ikran. you knew it was only moments before you passed out from exhaustion.

the world started to spin as if it wasn't already, your vision was in and out, and you felt sleepy. you were exhausted and couldn't fly another second. as your body completely shut down, you fell off your ikran and into the waters below you, your tsaheylu disconnecting in the process.

had it not been for the hunters out at three brothers rock, you would have died. they noticed your ikran flying in the direction of their mainland, assuming you were a visitor and that they would meet you when they got back to the island, but they knew something was wrong when they noticed your form plummeting from the extreme height, completely motionless.

they only took a few minutes to have you on the rock. they were nervous about doing cpr on you because you looked to be a teenager.

"ao'nung, come over here!" the hunter in charge called over the olo'eyktans son.

"what is it?" he said, noticing the tension in the air. he looked down, seeing you unconscious on the ground. his eyes widened. where had you come from? pushing that question aside, ao'nung took in your appearance, noticing how thin and weak you looked. he didn't know what it was, but it stirred something in him. you reminded him of his little sister, tsireya. if this was her, he would want one of the hunters to save her, so he put one arm under your shoulders and another under your leg and slid into the water, calling out to his ilu.

"i'm bringing her to my mother immediately. she looks weak. i don't even know if she'll live, but i have to try." he said before taking off as fast as he could to the mainland. he noticed above him your ikran was flying at the same pace as him, probably too worried to leave your side.

when ao'nung got home holding an unconscious forest na'vi, he received a lot of weird glances from the clan's people, but he didn't care. he rushed home, looking for his mother.

pushing the flap open to see his mother had just put the last of her herbs away, ao'nung called out to his mom.

"sa'nu! help! i– she needs help. please." hearing her son in distress, ronal was quick to give him her attention. instructing to lay the girl on the floor, she reminded herself to ask him where he had found her, but right now, she prioritized saving your life. she tried a healing remedy that would've usually worked, but you remained motionless. ronal put her ear to your chest, your heart was beating, but it was very faint. she knew only one thing she could do now, and it was the riskiest healing remedy known by all tsahiks. it has a minimal success rate but has healed some of the deadliest injuries known to eywa.

once the remedy was made entirely, ronal told ao'nung to get out and find his father and sister before coming back. the boy nodded, walking out to find his sister.

when he spotted tsireya riding on the ilus with her friends, he called her over. tsireya noticed her brother looked a bit more anxious than usual, so she excused herself and walked over.

"brother what is wro– oh!" ao'nung pulled his little sister into the tightest hug he could muster. she remained shocked as her brother wasn't really one for physical affection at all unless it was from his mother.

"please just– don't die on me, okay? at least not anytime soon. promise me, okay?" he said, pulling back and grabbing her shoulders as he looked into his sister's eyes. she just nodded and walked alongside her brother, wondering what on earth had him shaken up like this.

upon retrieving his father, ao'nung returned with his father and his sister in tow. when they entered the tent, you were in ronal's arms, crying your heart out. the woman just looked up to her family, shushing them as she continued to provide you comfort. hearing your cries throughout their home hurt their hearts. you cried like you were hurt like you had experienced grave pain, and it was coming back to haunt you.

from this moment on, the family decided they would take you in. they didn't know who or where you were from, but they wanted to heal you of this pain. their hearts hurt hearing how much pain your heart had to endure. there's a reason why eywa brought you to them, and they were not about to let you go.

you had been living amongst the metkayina clan for about half a year now. you weren't even recognizable from when you had arrived at the clan. when you got here, you were thin as a twig, you never had the energy to do anything, and you cried yourself to sleep every night. now, you had filled out your form, even gaining a bit of muscle from adapting to the metkayina ways. you had also completed your iknimaya, which meant you were allowed to get a tattoo. you choose to get two. the pain was well worth it, though, because once your leg sleeve and arm tattoo were complete, you couldn't have been happier.

you finally felt like your life was worth living again. you no longer cried yourself to sleep; instead, you snuck out with your brother and sister, going to the small island where all the young na'vi hang out. you were finally happy. the great mother had brought you home. she had returned you to your family.

the only odd thing was your dreams recently. you dreamed of the forest, of nantangs, woodsprites, and ikrans. things that have nothing to do with the metkayina. it was weird. you felt like eywa was trying to shove memories in your brain, but you were so at peace with your life that you disregarded it, too caught up, in reality, to be bothered by silly dreams.

you loved life on the beaches, in the sand, underwater, just taking in the beauty of awat'alu as you sat on a rock. at the same time, you watched ao'nung, tsireya, and rotxo playing on their ilus in the water. they were splashing each other, just taking time to be the teenagers they knew they'll never be again. you were about to cannonball in the water to join them when you all heard the horns of the clan being blown, announcing new arrivals.

you all stopped what you were doing, looking toward the screeches you heard. you knew that sound, that was bob, jake's ikran.

wait a minute… what?

whos jake?

‘jake sully’ said a voice in your head. you recognized it as she had spoken to you once before, but you couldn't remember where.

why is this name coming to your head right now? you felt your wrist being grabbed by your sister, tsireya. she dragged you to the beaches of your clan's home, where everyone else had gathered. you stood behind your father, tonowari, as you continued to think about the name that came to your head. who is jake sully, and why did you just remember his name?

"my children, ao'nung, tsireya, and–" tonowari paused, looking to his side at his children, realizing one was missing, until he turned around and realized you were just hiding behind him.

"–and my youngest, y/n, will teach your children the ways of our home, so you do not suffer the burden of being useless here," tonowari stepped aside, pushing you in front of him, so the family who had arrived could see you.

you looked up to make eye contact with the first person you spotted.

"tuktuk." the words were quiet from your mouth. the little girl, who had her head tucked into her mother's neck, perked up when she heard the nickname you used to call her.

"kiri, cut it out. that is not funny!" tuk said, looking at her sister, offended she would play a sick joke on her like that after they had just left their home.

jake and neytiri decided to move their family from the omatikaya clan, deciding that being there reminded them too much of you. it hurt to continue to live on the soil that you died on. so they up and moved their whole family elsewhere, flying towards warmer air and gorgeous waters. they fully expected to be able to find uturu with jake being toruk makto and their war being over. what they hadn't expected to see was their dead runaway daughter standing amongst a sea of teal na'vi.

slowly walking towards the family, tonowari called out to you, but ronal placed her hand on her mate's chest, telling him to shut up and watch what was happening.

"tuktuk," you repeated as you walked towards the girl. when tuk realized that the voice was coming from in front of her and not behind her, she turned her head around, her yellow eyes meeting yours.

"y/n!!" tuk practically dropped herself from her moms' arms, running up to you.

you met her halfway, falling to your knees, pulling your little sister into a hug, her face in your neck as you supported her head. as you looked at each one of them, their names, faces, and memories came back. you remembered everything.

"and you're neteyam, and lo'ak and kiri!" when your siblings heard you say their names, it was like a switch in them flipped. within seconds they were all in the sand hugging you and tuk, crying because you finally remembered them.

you pulled back from the hug, looking at the two people who hadn't joined the hug yet.

"sempu," you said, reaching your hand out to jake. he didn't even try to conceal his tears as he allowed himself to join his children in their hug.

your mother still stood there in awe. neytiri was scared. she was the reason you left last time and didn't want to scare you away again, so she just stood with tears rolling down her face, not knowing what to do. for the first time in her life, neytiri didn't know what to do.

you could see the hesitation in her eyes. but you were confused as to why. neytiri was the only one who treated you right before you died… so why is she the last to come to you.

"mom?" you called out to her, but she didn't move. did she not want you anymore? has she gotten used to the family without you?

you tried once more, refusing to lose your family again. "sa'nu, please." a tear rolled down your cheek, looking into your mother's eyes. you saw all the hurt and stress, everything she had to endure while you were gone.

hearing you call her sa'nu was the last push neytiri needed before she fell to her knees and joined her family's embrace. you have returned. you returned to your family, and you were safe. everyone pulled back from you, taking in your appearance. you had matured a lot since the last time they saw you. you and neteyam were about the same height now, but your muscles surpassed his due to all the swimming you do.

you noticed that he had noticed too, and you just nudged his shoulder with your own, "do not worry, twin, i will teach you everything you will need to know. maybe you will grow up to be big and strong like me," you teased your twin. neteyam rolled his eyes, laughing along with you.

"woah! y/n, you have a tattoo?" lo'ak asked as he looked at your left leg. you just laughed at his silly question. of course, that's the first thing he asks you.

"she has two! there's one on this arm as well," kiri said, holding out your right arm so they could see the tattoo that you had there as well.

"no fair, mom, i want a tattoo." tuk said, whining to her mother. neytiri laughed at her daughter's statement and just pet her head, moving her braids out her face. "maybe when you're older, tuk," she said.

"babygirl," your father grabbed your attention. "i just want you to know that we are all so sorry for how we treated you before you past–" you cut your father off, shaking your head.

"it is in the past. the great mother may have returned my memories but it is me who gets to choose which ones to remember. i want to leave the past behind me. i have found a new home here. new peace. a found family who loves me dearly. i don't want you guys to feel like you have to atone to anything. eywa has given us a new start, so i think we should welcome it with open arms instead of trying to mend that has already been healed," you really had matured in your time away from the sullys.

they all looked at one another. if that was what you wanted, they would be sure to leave the past in the past so they can embrace the chance to make things right with you.

you stood, the rest of the sullys following. you walked back over to tonowari and ronal, pulling them into a hug.

"just because my memories have returned does not mean that you are not my family anymore. you have all helped and healed me from wounds that i did not know i had so i can only thank you, sempu, sa'nu. you guys are my found family and i would not trade you for the world." smiling up at your other parents. Wow, this is gonna get confusing, but you were more than excited to have two families.

you looked over and pulled ao'nung and tsireya into the hug as well. "you guys, too, thank you so much," you said to your siblings. they couldn't do anything but hug you back. you may not be their biological blood, but they could care less. you are now one of their people. ronal and tonowari will always see you as their daughter, and ao'nung and tsireya will always see you as their sister. you will always be family to them.

you and tsireya decided to guide the sully family to their new home, as ronal had allowed them to stay. you noticed that lo'ak was eying your sister up quite a bit and decided that you would tease him about it later. you were just happy to finally feel at peace. you finally had the family, the life you had dreamed of.

you couldn't do anything except thank eywa for all the good she brought into your life.

‘you're welcome, my child.’ it was the same voice that you heard earlier. when you realized that she was responding to your thanks, if you finally clicked whose voice you were hearing.

it was eywa.

she was with you. she had always been. throughout this journey, she made sure to stick by your side. that was something that you couldn't be more grateful for.

‘be free my child, allow nothing from here on out to hold you back. you are meant to live a happy life, and now you are able to do so.’

#avatar x reader #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar wotw #avatar 2 #awotw x reader #atwow x you #atwow angst #jake sully x daughter!reader #neteyam x twin!reader #neteyam angst #ao'nung is a mommas boy idc.#sully family angst #happy endings i GUESS #illicit love is ab to make yall so mad LMFAO

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deathofacupid · 9 months ago

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cool | peter parker

a/n: this concept was so sweet to me, and i had to write something for it. okay, so yeah, this is technically irondad + spiderson... but i wanted to add to it.

repost because this fic flopped with, like, 10 notes. if you look at the og, it says 700ish because of the prev notes of what i reblogged. interact with this fic, it's what keeps me going!

summary: you find that a brown haired boy is always at the restraunt you work at, covered with cuts and bruises. you're curious, so what do you do?

warnings: cursing, minor angst (not really tho, mostly fluff)

pairing: fem!reader x post-nwh!peter parker

word count: 1.5k+ words

you're working late, you don't normally. it doesn't hurt though, having a side hustle outside of college. with shit parents, community college is really all you have as an option, so extra money is welcomed.

it's 20 minutes until closing time, and you're the only one left. you've read enough articles and watched enough true crime to be at least a little paranoid. not expecting anyone else, you spray a table, wiping it down with a rag. might as well get started with cleaning, right?

so when you hear the familiar chime of the door, you've got the right to be suprised. looking up, you're greeted by the sight of a boy. he's got soft brown curls, and (you find, once you meet his gaze) matching dark, hazel eyes.

you wave at him and move behind the register. he looks harmless, but don't most men that have bad intentions? not that you think he's going to do anything.

you're just a woman. it's the way of life, this thought spiral.

"hi, what can i get you?" when he's closer, you can see the cut he's got on his cheek. it's dried blood, but still enough to make your eyebrows shoot up. in fact, he's got a bruise too.

under his left eye, and by the yellow-green, you can tell it's fresh. it's not your business to ask, well, it is... but you're only asking about his order. he runs a hand through his hair, obviously trying to tame it.

there's a leaf at the top, tangled in there. you want to take it out.

he sniffs, eying the menu. you've never seen him here before, and you've been working here for a while. now that you're looking at him, his eye looks swollen - like someone socked him. "a- a cheese-"

you're not sure where the sudden courage comes from, but you cut him off; "do you want an ice pack? or, uh, maybe frozen peas?"

he looks startled for a second, as if he were just now knocked out og this long train of thought. he pauses to touch his eye, "um," you can tell he doesn't want to trouble you, but you're intrigued now.

"seriously, it's no problem." (on the account you have frozen peas, then it would be no problem. if you didn't... a pack of cold, raw meat-?)

"sure, yeah."

"cool. er- stay right there." you go to the freezer room, rummaging around for frozen peas. it takes you a minute, and you're afraid there are none for a moment, but there are. triumphantly, you bring them back out.

he's standing in the same place, although you're not sure why he would've left. "peas!" you sing-song. handing them to him, you smile.

he throws one back, though it's forced and kind of hollow. you're afraid you've made him uncomfortable, or that you're too much. are you too much?

he squints at your nametag, "thanks, uh, gertrude?"

you're confused for a second, "oh, she's dead."

"i- sorry?" he tilts his head, now he's confused too.

"no, i mean, this isn't my nametag. it's old. like, super old. manager's dead wife. this place is too cheap to get new ones, so we, like, basically catfish people."

he nods, "okay. what's is it then?"

"huh?"

"your name."

you mentally smack your forehead, of course that's what he was asking. "y/n."

"cool. i'm peter. peter parker."

"nice to meet you peter peter parker," it's your attempt at a joke, paired with a lopsided grin. it makes peter smile though, so you consider it a win.

peter presses the pack to his eye, a wince turning into a sigh. oddly enough, it sounds sexual to you, and your face is heating up. what's wrong with you? seriously?

"okay, well, um, i assume you still wanna order something?"

"yeah. maybe just a cheeseburger and fries?"

"you got it," it's closing time, but you don't mind. peter is cute, and he seems nice as well. you're more than happy to stay around longer. "on the house," you say when he tries to offer you money, "seems like you had a rough night."

"no, i-"

"no sweat, parker."

you ring up his order, get it ready, and by the time you're done, he's settled at a table. "here you go. enjoy!"

you go back to sweeping, but you want to talk to him more. "you live around here? i haven't seen you here before."

"uh... not exactly. i don't come here often. i, um," he presses his lips together, "had a friend that brought me here. once or twice."

you frown, "oh, i'm sorry."

"what?" peter looks up from his meal.

"i just- well, you used past tense so i assumed you don't... aren't in touch anymore?" maybe small talk was a bad idea.

"oh. yeah. i guess. he's not really... around. he passed a little while back."

it's like your heart physically aches. "that's sad to hear."

"yeah. 's okay though, getting by fine. or- or better."

"mhm. it gets better. lost my sister a few a years back."

"really? i'm sorry." they're empty words, you've probably heard them a lot, he knows that. you know he knows that.

"thanks."

"yeah," it's quiet for a little while longer.

"so, uh," he pauses, taking a sip of his water, "are you still in school?"

"college," you pause, slightly embarrassed, "community, i mean."

"oh. cool. i'm at midtown. it's not, like, super fancy or whatever..."

you cut him off, shrugging, "better than community. and isn't it like so stupid, how they basically tell you that college is a must, and then have you pay all this money? 'oh, you need it for a good future!'" you mock, "aw, really? then make it free!"

you freeze, realizing you've gone on a tangent. "sorry," you say, flushing.

"no, it's okay," he laughs. "it's cool you're... passionate."

"thanks," you put the broom away. "um, i have to go take out the trash. would you mind... not stealing anything?"

"i'll try," he jokes.

"cool. i believe in your ability of self-restraint."

"cool," he says, matching your tone.

"cool."

"okay, that got weird after the, like, second time," you make a face.

"no, yeah, i agree."

"cool," you say, staring at each other in dead silence, before bursting into laughter. you hold up the trashbag, "yeah, so, one sec."

you push open the back door, tossing the bag in the dumpster.

he's so nice, you think. look at you, falling for a basically stranger. you walk back in, closing the door behind you. you notice he's done, so you throw out his things, cleaning down the table.

"hey, uh, when do you close?" peter asks.

you check the clock, "mm... 15 minutes ago."

"holy shit, really?"

"yeah. it's cool though. i was closing anyway, and the company didn't hurt. also... it looked like you needed this."

he looks down at his shoes, smiling, "yeah, no, i did. thanks. and sorry."

"like i said, it's cool."

"cool," you stop, "are you in a cult?" you blurt.

"um, sorry?"

"sorry, like, i just, you look... beat up. and i was wondering if you were in a gang... or something." you squint at the dried blood on his knuckles.

"uh... i am not."

"then how'd you get those?"

he looks conflicted, and you've probably crossed a line. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. obviously, it's not my business. i was just... curious."

you wipe down your last table, cursing yourself internally.

"no, it's cool. i'm..."

"seriously, it's not my business. don't tell me, actually. plausible deniability," you joke.

he says something, and it's so quiet, you don't hear it. "what?" you ask.

"i'm spider-man!"

"uh. what?"

"you don't know spider-man?"

"no, of course i know spider-man!"

"well, yeah. that's me. suprise." he says, doing a small show of jazz-hands.

"there's legit no way. i know i catfished you earlier, but that was on accident!"

he tilts his head, as if he's weighing his options. in reponse, you narrow your eyes at him, trying to figure out if it's one big joke. after that, it's so quick, you barely notice. something hits your hip, not harshly, and then you're spinning towards peter.

"holy-!" you look down at your side, trying to figure out what it is. you're tucked into peter, and you realize it's... a web. "no. way."

"yes way."

"why'd you tell me? now i can't plausibly deny anything! also, isn't this supposed to be a secret? isn't that the point of the mask? how do you know i won't sell you out?"

"that was a lot."

"i know. but it was very valid."

"i don't know. i just wanted to. you're nice and sweet and pretty-"

"oh, so pretty privilege?"

"no! no, of course not!"

"well, um," you wrap your arms around his neck, "thank you for trusting me. i won't tell anyone."

"cool."

his hands are on your hips, and he's leaning in, but you pull away, smirking.

"no kissing until the second date, i'm afraid."

"we're going on dates?"

"if you don't want me to broadcast to the world, yes."

"well, i would've asked to take you anyways."

you smile at him, enjoying the moment.

"wait, are those cameras?" there's absolute panic in his voice, and you giggle.

"those are fake. it's cardboard to scare people off."

"oh. cool."

"cool."

you end up kissing him anyways.

@whatsupstark@ell0ra-br3kk3r@idli-dosa@susvale@kdbsr-h@littlemsbumblebee @sflame15-blog @twinsunkithies @chocolateshepherddreamclod @one-piece-frvr7

#tom holland #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #peter parker imagine #angst

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prettyboypistol · 1 year ago

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7MIH With The Mercs! || TF2 x M!Reader

Implied that the Merc stuck with you has a MAJOR crush on you, but is too stubborn/shy to say anything about it.

Reader is an employee of Mann Co., a lot like Ms. Pauling, but for trivial things that the mercs need. He essentially takes reports of issues/needs and sends them forward.

Scout

As Scout is shut into the cramped closet and the door is locked, he hears the noise of someone else being in there with him.

"Scout?"

FUCK.

Scout bangs his hands on the door, demanding to be let out.

Def more shy than stubborn, but he plays off his bashfulness as pride.

He's blushing like the deepest ruby and shaking like an autumn leaf while there with you. The closet is so cramped that you can feel how fast his heart is pumping!

He's shy, not stupid, so he aboslutely "accidentally" brushes his hands on you as he tries to move.

Soldier

Solder was asked to simply retrieve some supplies from the closet. He opens the door to see you in there, only for a force to shove him in and lock the door.

"WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?! i DEMAND AN EXPLANATION!"

"Sir? Are you alright?"

Very awkward and remains as still as possible, as there is no room to flail about.

100% stubborn, not shy at all.

He refuses to even acknowledge that you're stuck in there with him, but if you start apologizing he'll give a few "words of encouragement" like that the situation isn't your fault and whatnot.

Engineer

Engineer just went to go get some paper towels because of a spill that happened in the garage! He was caught completely off guard when the door shut behind him, locking as snickers were heard from outside. Engineer sighed, but fumbled through his tools for his lockpick, but he then heard a familiar man.

"Dr. Conagher?"

His stupid heart skipped multiple beats.

He suddenly fumbles with the tools in his belt, profusely aologizing for not noticing you earlier. He sounds embarrassed as he deftly handles his toolbelt

Assures you that he'll get you two both out of the closet, totally not because he's shy about being so close to you!

He's a gentleman, so he doesn't do anything to you. He apologizes for every bump he does against you.

Demoman

Well, nobody really locked Demoman in the closet, he moreso drunkenyly stumbled in while looking for something and accidentally locked the door!

"Tavish?"

God damn, how lucky! His favorite person!

Overjoyed to see you and strikes up a conversation immediately, as if he's not pressed up against you and uncomfortably close.

He drops a few joking pick up lines like: "If you wanted to get close to me, you coulda just asked!" "So, come here often?" etc to get you to laugh.

Probably makes the joke that you two should fool around, tilting your chin up to lock eyes with him, but nothing too incriminating of his true feelings.

Heavy

Well, Heavy wasn't locked in the storage closet, not initially, at least. The doorknob fell off!

"Um- excuse me sir-"

Heavy realized he wasn't pushed up against a cabinet, but the little assistant of his dreams. Oh god, he could just break the door in, right?

Heavy def feels embarrassed, being so impatient and angry enough to break the handle in front of you. He apologizes for getting you into this mess and how cramped you are.

Offers to knock the door down for you.

He's not shy per se, but he's definitely nervous about his feelings for you. He's bold enough to put a hand on your shoulder/back as a reassuring gesture.

Pyro

They're not really aware of the situation until the door latches shut. They're mad that they were shoved into the closet initially, but hearing you announce that you were in the closet and to please not light the closet on fire! Made them reconsider the situation.

They're not... opposed to being so close to you, but the situation isn't optimal!

Pyro holds you close to comfort you, trying to explain that they're not gonna hurt you as a civilian.

They've always held an affection for you and you could tell. They seemed more aware of the world and more lucid when you talked to them, anyway.

If nobody comes to get you two, Pyro pushes you away and uses thier axe to break the door.

Spy

As gracelessly as possible, Demoman shoved Spy into the storage closet. It was meant to be a harmless, albeit slightly spiteful joke, but the Scotsman didn't realize the little assistant was in there as well.

Spy did, as their bodies were far too close for his comfort.

He's embarrassed, but is never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He's SUCH a joking flirt, making you laugh as he picks the lock.

"What a shame, I think the men were playing a joke on us, no? Oh, how the world hates the beautiful." dramatic ass bitch

DEF wants to take the opportunity to feel you up and actually hit on you, but doesn't because "it's not the right time"

Medic

As Medic is shoved into the dark storage closet, his body bumps against another.

"Ack! Who the hell is in here?!" Medic huffed.

"Mister Medic?" A voice spoke out. Medic looked towards the voice, immediately.

'Gott in himmel, why'd they wrap him up in all this?!'

He's very awkward and avoids the situation, makes a show of demanding to be let out.

He's more on the stubborn end of the spectrum rather than shy, but he is certainly a little more bashful around you.

The most you're going to get from him in the closet together is an accidental brushing of his hands on your sides, to which he will refuse to speak on.

If you had a light source, the man would OBVIOUSLY be blushing.

Sniper

Sniper is just going into the storage closet for some bleach, but when he sees you, he slams the door shut, accidentally dropping a plank underneath the doorknob.

"I- fuck."

gay PANICS HARD, forcing himself to be quiet. He might be silent physically, but his mind is so loud.

He realizes the cliche and won't forget this ever! He's blushy, he's sweating, and god he wants to kiss you. He tries to assure you- apologize, even! But he's tongue tied!

If you come onto him, he doesn''t protext, but does that cute lil "hey now.." softly as he holds your wrists. He doesn't stop your hands moving, though.

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smilingformoney · 25 days ago

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Rickmas Day 18: Secret Visitor

Character: Elliott Marston (Quigley Down Under) Relationship(s): Elliott/Mary (OC) Warnings: animal death

Based on The Eternal Summer

Read on Ao3 or below the cut:

Elliott woke up colder than usual. He usually woke up with Mary tucked up against his chest, but for some reason this morning he was facing away from her, leaving him not only cold but without her embrace. He’d spent many years sleeping alone, but now he was used to Mary’s company, and he didn’t like waking up without an arm around her.

He rolled over in the bed and reached out across the bed, but to his surprise, he met only the mattress.

He opened his eyes fully, and through the darkness he could just about make out the empty bed, the duvet pulled back on Mary’s side as if she’d climbed out of bed.

Confused, Elliott sat up, rubbing his eyes, and waited for his eyesight to adjust to the dark. As the outlines of the furniture became clearer, Elliott noticed that Mary’s robe that usually hung by the bedroom door was gone.

His heart sank with worry. Where could she possibly have gone in the dead of night? Elliott climbed out of bed, grabbed his gun from his bedside cabinet, and slipped a pair of shoes on along with his own robe. He peered at the clock on the wall through the darkness and could just about make out that it was twenty past two in the morning.

His grip on his gun tightening slightly, Elliott quietly crept out of the bedroom. First he checked the bathroom, in case she was in there, but the door was ajar and no candles were lit.

He made his way carefully through the house, keeping a close eye on the outlines of the furniture in the dark so as not to bump into anything. As he made his way through the lounge, he realised that the front door was ajar and a faint light peeked through the gap, coming apparently from the porch.

He peered through the gap, ready to aim his gun at any moment… and sighed with relief when he saw Mary, sitting on her own on the edge of the porch, her back to him and her attention seemingly on something she was holding.

“Mary?”

She looked around, her eyes wide in alarm at hearing his voice, then shushed him quickly.

“What are you doing out here?” Elliott asked in hushed tones, stepping out onto the porch. He approached her quietly, and when the thing she was holding came into view, his grip on his gun tightened again.

“Is that a quokka?!” he hissed.

“His name is Sammy,” Mary whispered in reply. “Don’t scare him off!”

“You named it?!”

“Shh!”

Mary looked back down at the creature she was holding, which was approximately the size of a house cat but looked more like a rat or a tiny kangaroo. It seemed perfectly content in Mary’s arms, and was currently munching on a cabbage leaf.

“Did you give it cabbage?”

“Yes, he loves cabbage! He likes lettuce too, anything green really, but cabbage is his favourite.”

Elliott sighed. He sank down to his knees and sat next to Mary, placing his gun down on the porch but still within reach.

“How long have you been feeding it?”

“Maybe ten minutes or so…”

“I mean before tonight.”

“Oh, um… maybe three days?” Mary looked up at Elliott with a guilty expression. “I’m sorry, I should have told you… I’ve been waking up in the night a lot at around this time, so I started going out for some air, and he just came running up to me! He’s come back every night since. Isn’t he the cutest?”

“Mary, it’s a wild animal. It could seriously hurt you! What on earth possessed you to start feeding it our food?”

Mary pouted.

“I knew you wouldn’t like it.”

Elliott felt a pang of guilt. No, stop it, he reminded himself firmly. He was right to be annoyed! She was holding and feeding an animal she knew nothing about!

“Mary, you can’t keep a quokka for a pet.”

“He’s not a pet!” she insisted. “He’s just a friendly visitor.”

She scratched the quokka’s fur affectionately. It didn’t seem to notice, too focused on eating the quickly diminishing cabbage leaf.

“Mary, I know it’s very cute. But you don’t know anything about it. It could hurt you, or you could hurt it —”

“I wouldn’t!”

“Not intentionally, but how do you know cabbage is good for it?”

“What do you mean? Cabbage is healthy.”

Elliott sighed and pinched his nose in frustration.

“Healthy for us, yes, but animals are different. Hay is good for horses to eat, but not humans. It may like cabbage, but that doesn’t mean it’s good for it.”

“He’s my friend,” Mary insisted stubbornly, stroking the quokka’s fur as it finished up its leaf. “If cabbage made him sick, he wouldn’t keep coming back.”

“That’s not how it works, Mary,” Elliott sighed. “Come on, give it to me, I’ll take it back out to the wild —”

“No!”

Mary tried to pull the quokka away from Elliott, who went to grab it, and the sudden movement startled the creature, which suddenly bit down on the nearest piece of flesh, causing Mary to cry out in pain, then it jumped out of her arms and scurried away.

“Fucking rat!” Elliott cursed. He grabbed his gun, and before Mary could protest, a shot rang out and the quokka stopped moving very suddenly.

“Elliott, no!”

Ignoring her protests, Elliott grabbed her hand and pulled it towards him to examine. The creature had bitten her finger, only a shallow wound, but it was bleeding all the same.

“Shit. Come on, let’s get inside, I need to clean you up.”

“You shot him!” Mary cried, and Elliott realised as he looked up at her that there were actual tears in her eyes. She was crying over a creature that had bitten her!

“It bit you, Mary!”

“Only because you scared him!”

“I was trying to take it back where it belonged!”

“He would have left anyway, he always goes away again once I’ve fed him!”

Elliott growled in frustration.

“We are not arguing about this now, Mary, your finger is bleeding! Get inside now, I have to clean it before it gets infected.”

Mary humphed at him, but she stood and let him escort her inside. He took her into the kitchen and sat her down on a stool by the sink, turned the cold water tap on and instructed her to hold the wound under the running water while he searched for the gauze.

“It stings,” Mary complained.

“Good, that means it’s working. Ah - here it is.”

Elliott pulled another stool up beside Mary, turned the tap off and gently held her injured hand on his lap.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this ‘friend’ of yours?” he asked as he began measuring out the gauze.

“I knew you wouldn’t like it.”

“Because you knew it was foolish?”

Mary sniffed and shrugged her shoulders.

“I knew you’d be worried he’d hurt me, and I know whenever you’re worried about me you reach for your gun. And I was right.”

“I shouldn’t have shot it,” Elliott conceded as he cut the gauze to size. “Here - hold your finger out straight so I can wrap this around it.”

She did so.

“It hurt you,” Elliott continued. “I reacted without thinking. I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Mary said miserably. “You’re right, I don’t know anything about - what did you say it was called?”

“A quokka.”

She sniffed. “That’s a silly name.”

Elliott smiled in spite of their argument and glanced up at her. “Lots of animals in Australia have silly names, even the dangerous ones. And quokkas, fortunately, aren’t very dangerous, but you weren’t to know that. If you’d befriended something worse, like a dingo or a cassowary, we’d have much worse things to worry about than a little bite.”

“I wouldn’t be worried. I’ve got you to protect me.”

“That you do. But not when you’re sneaking out in the middle of the night! There - all done.”

He secured the gauze around her finger, then raised her hand to his lips to press a gentle kiss to the wounded finger.

“How does it feel?”

“Better now you’ve kissed it,” Mary said with a coy smile. “But, you know, my lips are feeling kind of funny too…”

Elliott smirked. “Is that so? Well, I’ll not let it be said I don’t look after you.”

He leaned forward and planted a quick, gentle kiss on her lips.

“Better?” he murmured.

“Hmm, I don’t know… maybe you should do it again, just to be sure.”

“Cheeky girl,” Elliott chuckled, but not being one to miss out on an opportunity to kiss Mary, he gave her another kiss, his lips lingering for longer this time, even parting slightly to tease her with his tongue.

“How’s that?”

Mary smiled dreamily. “Mmm, much better.”

“Good. Now, how about we get back to bed, hm? I woke up without you in my arms, and I’m keen to fix that.”

Mary nodded eagerly, so Elliott helped her to her feet and guided her in the dark back to the bedroom. They both shrugged off the robes they’d put on, kicked off their shoes, and climbed back into bed, Mary falling naturally into her position in Elliott’s arms, her back pressed up against his chest. He held her securely against him, as if worried she’d try to sneak out to feed some other animal, but Mary didn’t mind. She liked it when he held her so securely; it made her feel safe and protected, as if nothing could ever harm her. And, if Elliott had anything to say about it, nothing ever would.

#rickmas2024 #elliott marston #quigley down under #alan rickman #elliott x mary

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desultory-novice · 2 years ago

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what do you think of magolor soul’s true arena desc? makes me think he isn’t truly sorry.

I wanted to save this ask to write something MUCH more comprehensive about this but, um, serious RL stuff (it's positive stuff, no worries. I'm just kinda anxious about it...) popped up during my break so since I'm going to need to duck away for a few days to cool down (and because I'm currently super mega obsessed with True Arena Magolor) I decided to hit this one quickly.

So, in brief, this game has an excellent translation. Forgotten Land quality. I'd say even a little bit above that, since Magolor's writing in the epilogue is so good. (Biased?)

But there is a slight shift of TONE in Magolor Soul's True Arena description, the 2nd phase, where he talks directly to Kirby. (Honestly, this is probably just an issue of spacing. Magolor talks a LOT and you can see this screen is packed with text. Amusingly, spacing was my guess for the loss of a few details from Magolor Soul's pause screen in the original game.)

(Photo nicked from willidleaway)

Here is a quick "alternate" translation from me:

"Kirby, frankly, I found you a pain to deal with. And the way you looked at me with that blank stare even after I betrayed you? It irks me that I keep having to rely on you but... I've had enough. Kirby of the Stars, hurry up and destroy this thing on my head. When you do, I'll come back and... heheheh...I'll tease you plenty!"

The part TumblingPotatoes is referring to is probably the part I translated as "...found you a pain to deal with." The word in question can mean "dislike" as in "We've invited Magolor to dinner tonight!" "Ugh, I really dislike that guy!" but it really just means someone that, for a variety of reasons, you may struggle to deal with.

The fact that Magolor is a consummate liar but Kirby approaches everyone with honesty and openness is a quick and easy answer for why Magolor might feel that way about Kirby. Not to mention, as he says in both versions, Kirby is SO honest they didn't even react with shock or hurt when Magolor betrayed them. It's hard to say WHY Kirby didn't have that kind of emotional reaction, maybe they just knew better? Maybe Kirby figured, "Huh. I guess it's just time to beat the evil out of you like I've done with all my friends to date!"

The reason I prefer the Japanese slightly is because the English had to combine the "...it irks me to rely on you" and "hurry and break this thing on my head" into one line which, while Magolor is meant to be speaking from a place of pride (he doesn't want to admit he needs help. But of course, he really, really, REALLY needs help) it does sort of give him a cocky attitude in English. (The addition of "Ugh" does something similar. It does a wonderful job showing he's having to fight his own nature to admit this.)

But in Japanese, his desperation ("hurry") comes off better. It makes him sound a little bit more sad too (Something about Magolor using "this thing" in Japanese, 「頭のコレ」, even though it's the same phrase in English... but the context behind refusing to identify the Crown always gives me the feeling that at this point in the soul-consuming process, he's too frightened to even say it's name.)

...And this all hits especially hard because he uses the key phrase "Kirby of the Stars." Any time anyone invokes Kirby's "full name" you know things are serious.

His last line, his "threat" to toy with you/tease you is basically just the same Magolor you see in the epilogue. He can "turn over a new leaf" and still be a villainous & mischievous little egg. Saving his life isn't going to give him a personality transplant. It isn't going to mean he doesn't like playing pranks on people - or that he thinks that hitting a bomb with a frying pan isn't one of the multiverse's greatest games and definitely needs a space in his theme park. ^^

Again, he may also be trying to preserve some of his tattered dignity there. The long and short of it is... Magolor is being "tsundere" (I hope I don't need to explain that one...?)

Yes, he cares about Kirby as a friend. (Will he say it? No.) Yes, he feels bad for what he did. (Will he say that? Also no.)

...He CAN'T. It's not the way he communicates. But remember that Magolor has lied to you throughout the whole game. And it's the Liar Magolor that always tells you how "thankful" he is, how "happy" he is you two met. How "wonderful" and "amazing" Kirby is.

The fact that Magolor is willing to say "yeah, you kind of annoyed me" is a sign that Magolor is giving Kirby something he's potentially never given ANYONE before...

The truth.

So yes, this experience HAS changed him for the good and he absolutely, undeniably cares about Kirby.

Last Minute Addition:

It's interesting, in light of the very likely sounding theory that Magolor has already been fully consumed by the crown in this fight (his eyes disappear right as he uses "the last" of his ability to fight against the crown to leave you a single apple) and CANNOT be saved that the English text "...then someday..." and "...I MAY get to toy with you..." when the Japanese doesn't have these vagueties on Magolor's behalf. (I was influenced enough by it that even I included the phrase "when I come back" when Magolor just says "I will again...tease you")

Does he know it's already too late? It kind of gives you the feeling that Magolor is either lying to sooth Kirby from what the puffball has to do (kill him) or he's trying to goad Kirby on into finishing this. Really just makes the whole thing more heartbreaking.

#Kirby #Magolor #RtDL DX #rtdl dx spoilers #kirby spoilers #long post #...I wrote something long anyway #Dess Text Post #Speaking of the True Arena...#...my next/last post is fanart...#...yeah....

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selineram3421 · 2 years ago

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Ha... Summer is coming. And with it the change of temperature.

Isekai'd

Part 1: Saved By the Undertaker

Prologue

Vash (Tristamp) X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ cussing, slight heat coma?[just passing out] ⚠

You don't know how long you've been walking.

The heat was distorting time and you were uncomfortable, sweat being produced by your body and some running down your forehead.

I can't believe I've been Isekai'd.

Not only that, you didn't know when in the series you landed.

Its only logical that I landed around the first episodes. You thought. But I can't be too sure.. What if I'm in Trigun 98? Geez its hot.

The clothes you were wearing weren't helping. They clung to your skin and trapped the heat in, and your shoes were filled with sand.

The only thing on your mind was to find a town quick, or hope for some help to pass by.

I have to be careful though, there's a lot of creeps and assholes.

At some point you stumbled upon a large rock. You didn't think much of it but then realized that it would have shade to help you cool off.

Oh thank whatever being placed this here.

Rushing over, you slid into the shade on your knees and leaned back, letting your back rest against the rock.

"I swear, if I kept walking any longer I would have gotten a bad sunburn.", you sighed.

Now that you've stopped walking, the feeling of being tired set in your bones. It didn't help that you stayed up all night watching anime.

I can't go to sleep though. You thought, feeling your eyelids droop. I have to..

The heat was making you sleepy.

It was a problem you had even on Earth, your body just shut down whenever it got too hot.

I can't..

That was the last thing you thought before passing out.

✴

A tree.

You saw a tree after opening your eyes. Then the feeling of grass brushing against your fingers.

The wind was blowing softly and made the leafs rustle, light shimmering through the spaces between. Making it look like sparkling gold.

This is nice. You thought, feeling calm.

A song was playing but you didn't notice until the wind stopped.

Someone was humming.

Turning your head, you see a woman with black hair near a meadow of red flowers. And then you remembered.

"Rem?", you spoke out loud.

She turned to face you with a smile.

Then all of it faded away.

✴

You woke up in a daze.

Ribs hurting, meaning you slept for way too long.

After sitting up, you notice that you're not in the desert anymore. Instead you find yourself in a room that smells a lot like a hospital or clinic.

How did I-? You think before a sudden dizzy spell takes over and you lean to the side, falling off the bed with a loud thud.

"Ow."

You hear the door opening and at least two sets of footsteps rushing into the room.

"You shouldn't be moving around yet.", an older man says and helps you sit up.

He looks like the boiler man from Spirited Away, just a little bit. But his moustache is white and he's wearing glasses instead of the little shades. Obviously, no extra set of arms.

"Young man.", he looks over at the other person that followed him in. "Could you help them back onto the bed?"

Following the old man's gaze, you see a tall man with black hair, black shades, and wearing a suit. Smoking a cigarette-

"And please put that out, there is no smoking allowed in the clinic.", the old man says.

Woolfwood!? You think in shock.

"Sure.", he says with a sigh, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and putting it out.

Seriously, when the fuck am I in the series!?

Now back on the bed, the old man does a quick check up on you.

"You're lucky. If this man hadn't found you, you would have ended up as worm food.", he says and hands you a glass of water.

"Thanks.", you say and gulp down the water.

I honestly would have accepted my fate. You thought.

"Um, where am I exactly?", you ask.

"You're in the city of Lowland", the doctor says.

You hum and try to remember the map that was brought up in the episodes.

If I remember correctly, Jeneora Rock is to the West of here. You thank the old man before getting too deep in your thoughts. I'll have to draw up the map soon.

"I've got a question.", Nicholas pipes in, making you look over at him. "Where are you from? You don't look like you're properly..uh"

Oh shit oh shit oh shit-!

You hope the panic doesn't show on your face as you try and think up some sort of excuse.

"I-I don't remember.", you stutter out and look down with confusion written on your face.

I'm going to have to play the amnesia card! Its the only way for right now!

"I just remember walking through the desert and resting in the shade.", you say and try to sell the act by looking frustrated. "I can't remember.."

"It sounds like a case of amnesia.", the doctor says.

I'm playing a card that most fanfics use! I'm sorry but I couldn't think of anything else!

"Sounds like shitty situation.", Nicholas syas.

You have no idea. You think, crying internally.

"I'm off then.", the man in the suit says and starts making his way to the door. "You're not dead and I have no reason to be around anymore."

Before he could walk out the door, your brain rushed out some words.

"At least tell me your name!"

The undertaker glances over his shoulder to look at you. "Nicholas.", he says and puts an unlit cigarette between his lips. "Nicholas D. Wolfwood."

Then he walks out.

Very in character. You think and sigh, letting your head hang down. How am I going to survive on this hellish planet?

Looking down at your hands, you notice something that somehow passed over your head.

I'm in Trigun Stampede and-

"I'M FUCKING ANIMATED!?"

Lol, he thought you were dead.

~Seline, the person.

Next: Part 2

Taglist@ ?

ML Vash | ChL Isekai'd

#vash the stampede x reader #x reader #gn reader #tristamp #trigun stampede #trigun #vash #vash the stampede #vash x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood #isekai #playing the amnesia card #tristamp gif #tristamp fanfic #trigun vash

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year ago

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Moderation Taught Different (Big Windup)

*shimmies in with bonus fic* Heyo! Guess who's having a great time watching Big Windup? This girl! I'm still writing the Hamada fic, but in the meantime here's some lee!Mihashi because the world needs more and I'm here to deliver!

@intheticklecloset BANG! >:D hehehehe take that!

Summary: Mihashi is overtraining again and Abe's had it up to HERE. Time for a new approach to teach Nishiura's pitcher the importance of breaks.

“You're doing it again.”

Mihashi nearly stumbled off his portable mound, face flushing with guilt when he dared to meet Abe’s glare. “W-What, no I um…w-what?”

“You’re overworking yourself. I told you to stop practicing at home!”

“I’m not-”

“Or between classes!”

Oof. Got him. Mihashi shrank into himself, eyes wet as he tugged on his glove. “I’m sorry-”

“Nope, I don’t wanna hear it!” Abe was on him in seconds, gripping his shoulders with enough force to not hurt but make him look up. “You keep apologizing but never follow through! Don’t you know what will happen if you keep overworking yourself?”

“I-erm-I-” The pitcher shook like a leaf, eyes wide as he looked anywhere but Abe, stammering so much it came off more gibberish.

Patience, Abe. The catcher reminded himself. He took a breath, realizing his aggression wasn’t helping either of them.

“Look- if you overwork yourself in practice, you run the risk of exhaustion. If you’re exhausted, you can get sick or injured, and then you can’t play.” The mention of that possibility startled Mihashi right out of his gibberish state, giving him a new sense of panic. “And if you can’t play, I have to catch for Hanai. Do you want that to happen?”

“N-No! No, I want to pitch with you!”

“Then you. Need. To. Stop.” Abe reached out, jabbing him repeatedly in the gut with each word. “Take. A. Break. Mihashi!”

“Ehe! Ehehehehehe, A-Ahahabe!” The younger boy giggled, doubling over at each prod. “Yohoohu’re tihihickling mehehehe!”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point?” Suddenly moved by the new development, Abe switched from prodding to clawing, his free hand pulling Mihashi over by his uniform. “Somehow I doubt you’re gonna listen to me if I only scold you.”

“Ihiihihi’m lihihihiihstening! I’m lihihihihiistening, plehahahhhase!” Mihashi giggled like a child, legs giving out at the constant tickling. One slip and he tumbled off his wooden perch, falling into Abe’s arms with a yelp.

Captured and detained.

“Well would you look at this?” The catcher sounded far too smug for Mihashi’s liking, adjusting his grip so he was holding him, fingers pressing into his sides. “The consequences of overworking yourself! You can’t even stand up straight, can you?”

“Ahehahahahahaha! Ahahahahahhahabe! Ahhahahhahbe, yohohohoohohu’re behehheehehheing mehehehehehhehahahhahan!” Mihashi could barely make out the words through his giggle fits, the sound and frequency increasing as new spots were prodded and pinched. He tried to push the taller boy away, but his muscles lacked any strength. Perhaps he was overdoing it?

Worry about that later- right now he was gonna die!

“Mean? Wooooooow!” Abe scoffed, fighting the urge to laugh as Mihashi squeaked against him, cheeks pink and smiling big. “I show some kindness and this is how you repay me? By calling me mean? That won��t do.” With a sneaky grin, he slid his hands up to Mihashi’s armpits, pressing in once.

“AHEHAHAHAHA!” The pitcher let out a shriek, nearly falling to the ground as he arched at the touch. “AHEHAHAHHAHAHBE NOOOHOOHOHT THEHEHEHEHHERE!”

“Too ticklish?” Abe lowered his hands back to the center of his ribs, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Man, Mihashi, for such a quiet guy, you’ve got one loud laugh.”

The pitcher made a pitiful whining noise through his giggle fits, curling further into himself until he was a ball on the ground, kicking and squirming beneath Abe’s pinching fingers. Tears of mirth welled in his eyes, but he made no efforts to get away. “Ahehehahahahahahahhaha! Ahahahahahhabe plhehahhahahhahse!”

“Hehe, look at you- a giggly mess.” Abe snickered before finally relenting, pulling his hands back as Mihashi curled up. “Now- are you gonna keep practicing when you’re not supposed to?”

“Ahehehe..hehhehe..m-mahahybe? EHEHEEK OOHOHOKAY OHOHOKAY I WOOHOHOHN’T!” Mihashi squealed when fingers dug into his armpits once more. “I PROHOHOHOMISE!”

“That’s what I thought you said.”

Thanks for reading!

#big windup #tickle #tickle fic #mihashi ren #abe takaya #fluff #platonic #whoops I brought lee!Mihashi hehe #He's a cutiepie and deserves it ajrjeajkrejkraj :3

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self-shipping-doll13 · 3 months ago

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#1 - Downpour Girl

Spooktober prompt: Rain | Infection

Wc: 1640

Cw: Recovery of the spinal incision Lawrence makes to player in the game. General feeling of non-safety and violence to s/i despite his caring for it. Creepy dialogue. Law being Law.

A faint drizzle spattered on the window-panes.

The glass must’ve been thick, because where I sat from my perch on the bed I noticed tiny, shallow cracks creeping up the lowermost section like cobwebs. I’d always enjoyed the sound of rain. Even now, it brought me comfort to listen to it and watch as the droplets fell and trickled in thin lines, beading in the breakages.

I needed the distraction. The incision that stretched from my nape to between my shoulder-blades was sore and taut. Lights flickered coolly in the doorway of the bathroom. I heard Lawrence rummaging through jars in the medicine cabinet, glass clinking together.

His approaching footsteps were almost lost in the rain. I didn’t turn around to see. It was better to be still.

Lawrence placed a hand tentatively on my back. "You… Shouldn’t bend your neck too much... It could pull the cuts,” he reminded me, needlessly. His touch was gentle, and his words were soft and tremulous, as if afraid to spook me. He was always wary of me becoming hostile or struggling or running away.

I was his little secret now, after all. Like an illegal pet.

“Okay.” My reply floated like a leaf sucked into a drain.

The mattress dipped as he sat behind me. Slightly nervous, my eyes flicked down to my shirt crumpled up on the clinically green sheets. The black had absorbed the red stains. Clad solely my bra I felt exposed. His cool gaze crawled up my spine like an insect.

Lawrence took a long, uncomfortable moment to look over me before he spoke again. “How are you feeling?”

“Um, It hurts a bit,” I told him, a bit pathetically.

“I want to…” He paused. “I need to look at it.”

As restricted and monitored as I was, I hadn’t had the chance to see the injury myself. That was probably for the best. It had been cleaned, tended to and stitched, but I thought of the way the blood - my blood - had smeared on my shirt like a red, red necklace… Lawrence swept a section of my hair aside to inspect his grisly work. His sigh was soft as the falling rain.

“It’s really beautiful,” he murmured. “How straight it is, how it runs down your spine. Like it was always supposed to be there, and I just… made it visible.”

“Lawrence.” I said his name in a thin, tremulous voice. But he wasn’t listening. The fine hairs on the nape of my neck all stirred in dread. He was tracing two fingers down the tense length of my back, forcing me to shudder in panic. His ramblings brought to mind his strange compulsion to hurt me - thinking of the twinge of sharpness and the shining of a tiny blade.

I couldn’t help but instinctively turn my head to try and glimpse him, a little alarmed by the fact that he wasn’t saying anything or treating me like he said he would.

“Stop,” Lawrence demanded. ”Stop it.”

There was a hand clamped down on my shoulder. His command cut with a firm edge. I did as I was told.

“Just stay still.” He emphasised, like he was trying to calm himself down. Lawrence squeezed my arm. “You need to keep your neck straight. You can’t pull it.”

I swallowed, and waited for him to continue.

The gentle prodding went on, carefully feeling his way. “The ointment will take care of the infection.”

“Is it infected?” I blurted out uneasily. I scrambled my brain for all the google searches I’d made when I was still stray. Weren’t infections treated with antibiotics?

Lawrence seemed reluctant to answer. “I don’t know.”

He didn’t know? What did he mean he didn’t know?

“Maybe if you moved around a lot. But the ointment will fix it… I think. I don’t want… I don’t want there to be anything wrong with you… I need to take care of… Of you… You’re supposed to be…” He trailed off and I was left to pick up the pieces. I heard an unscrewing noise and the soft suck of a jar’s lid being removed.

His bedside manner was not so sympathetic that he forewarned me, and I twitched involuntarily as he began applying the homemade salve to the wound.

It was cold and sent little shivers down my back, but it soothed the inflamed skin around the cut. I was not good at identifying scents, but I could pick up the whiff of some herbal smell as he left the pot open by my side sitting on the sheets. Lawrence’s apartment was musty and sometimes reeked of weed. Occasionally something else, harder to grasp, would reach me. A sickly-sweet odour that was neither pleasant nor unpleasant. Like a fact of life, It just was.

“Your cut… There’s something…”

“What?” I said reflexively, my nerves still teetering on the knife’s edge. “Is— Is something wrong?”

Lawrence sounded wistful, as if he was in a trance. “It’s… It’s almost like a little valley,” he sighed hazily.

He was talking to himself, and not to me. Ignoring me. The earlier line of thought had returned, or else had never left. This time I settled into some kind of acceptance, submitting to his whims with a numbness that felt like being smothered by a pillow.

“You…have just been born with it.” I focused on the cooling sensation of the balm as he anointed my cut with reverence, on the slime coating the clasp of my bra, on all the little plastic clips. He kept on muttering, “I’d never have known…” A strand of my hair slipped down and dipped into the mixture. Then he brushed it away, with odd tenderness, to clear the site. For a while I sat there, silently and obediently, and I imagined the blushing red slit, coaxed open by his fingering, threaded into artwork, now oozing with strange cream.

Duct tape chafed the skin of my wrists raw, hastily reapplied after I’d removed my top. He seemed to have an endless supply of it - the industrial stuff. My unbound feet were apparently not so threatening, but his movements stuttered as I shifted slightly. Still, nothing deterred him from lingering on the wound, and I was too meek to fight him on it - knowing it would be futile and foolish and fatal. It was becoming unbearably uncomfortable to be the object of his obsession, and a deeply frightened part of me just wanted to scream.

All this time I couldn’t stop thinking of that sharp little knife.

Lawrence seemed relaxed for once. “I have to take care of you now. It’s my responsibility.” His soft breath was tickling my ear. “You need me… Don’t you?”

“I do…” I whispered back. It was the bare truth.

That I’d satisfied him made me glad. He hummed as he slid his fingers through my hair. “I can keep you safe. Nobody can find you here. It’s just you and me.”

I bit my lip, a hot, tight feeling rising in my throat. I looked out to the faraway world, at the distant buildings scraping tall and cold against a polluted black sky.

“Just stay quiet,” Lawrence muttered. “I will take care of you. You’re good and still. You’re so perfect now…”

Outside the natural world must’ve been rejoicing for the middle of Autumn. I was made aware of the changing of the seasons by the sporadic flipping of his calendar. The rhythmic tapping on the windowpanes only punctuated the aching I felt in my chest, the intensity of how much I longed for the land of the living. What I’d left behind, I could only observe at a distance. As a ghost I trod in the red-gold leaves sodden in heaps by the roadside, I felt real wind stir my hair, stopping to gawk at the gaudy Halloween decorations that flashed in shop windows. I remembered the way I used to roll my eyes good-naturedly at early Xmas displays.

I couldn’t do that now. The sun was a drag of a yellow egg yolk smearing on the bubbled glass, dribbling down with the rain. What nourished the deficiency in its absence was an equally orange-flavoured vitamin I crushed in my teeth when I was fed. Equally as artificial bulbs buzzed overhead like so many flies on a carcass, their light glimmering on the tearlike dew that rested on a fern’s fronds. The only air that stirred in here came from the humidifier. A shrill mockery of the garden of Eden, two of each and sacred isolation. My utter reliance on him was as perfect as he’d described.

It seemed as if he would have loved to continue the slow, methodical strokes along my back forever, worshipping the injury he’d created. But finally, he stopped and removed the coolness of his hands from me, and I was allowed to take a deep breath.

“There. That’s... That’s all done now.” Lawrence sounded dazed, like he was in a dream-like state. He got to his feet and hovered over me and watchfully, as one might observe a drying painting or a vintage doll. As he stepped away without re-taping my wrists, I realised he was leaving me relatively unbound to explore the freedoms of the 4x4 space, and somehow I felt the joy of a mouse that has never escaped its cage.

“You’re not going to move.” More needlessness. I imagined his cold eyes under the yellow hair, the pins holding down a butterfly’s wings. “No… Running.”

“No,” I vowed. That would be a death sentence.

The rain went on throughout the night, and the fear I’d had of infection dulled, joining its colourless downpour. Alive or dead, in pain or sick - I’d realised that Lawrence would care for me. I would prove to be quite the low maintenance flower, in the end. Evergreen.

Dividers by @/riottsrph

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water-writings · 3 months ago

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responses to i love you + you what?

Thank you again for the prompt Leaf! I immediately knew who this would be for when I saw you send this in. I have had this idea in my head for a while, but never really how it would play out. I'm definitely keeping this for the future chapter when it happens in Golden Brown so thank you! Hope you enjoy!

Fiona froze, staring up at Sabo as her brain tried to register what he had said. "You...what?" she asked slowly. The look on Sabo's face was warm and gentle. Normally it would send Fiona's heart fluttering whenever her boyfriend looked at her that way, but right now the look on his face was sending her heart racing. Her mind was racing and she was trying her best to calm herself down, but nothing was working. Caldur's voice was echoing in her head, his fake words of love bouncing around as the memory came back. The false promises he gave her and false declarations of love that he had said to her when she was so young were coming back to haunt her. Now she was staring up at her new boyfriend, the one she had fought hard to not fall for, to not have her heart broken again. The one she couldn't deny agreeing to one date. Now Sabo was repeating the same words Caldur had said to her when she was a young teen in love, saying the words that she was terrified to hear again. Slowly, her head started shaking side to side as she looked at him. Sabo's smile fell when he saw her take a step back. He tried to reach out to her, but the look in her eyes made him drop his hand. "Fiona?" he spoke gently. "I-I-I," she stuttered, her hand flying to her chest, clutching her shirt and instinctively pulling it up over her scars. "Breathe," Sabo whispered to her. "Angel, breathe." Taking a breath in, the brunette revolutionary slowly let it out, staring into Sabo's blue eyes the whole time. Somehow his eyes always had a calming effect on her. She didn't know if she hated them in this moment or not. Her hand slowly unclenched around her shirt, but didn't move completely from it's spot. Sabo smiled gently, glad to see a little progress. Cautiously he reached out a gloved hand and took hers in it, giving it a squeeze. "Are you okay?" he asked, that same smile back on his face. Fiona nodded, staring at their hands before gradually looking up at him. "Y-yeah." Pursing her lips, she looked at him in fear and worry. What she wanted to tell him she knew he wouldn't be happy to hear. She was worried how he'd react or what he'd say. She didn't want to hurt him, but she didn't want to lie to him. "Sabo...I..." She took a deep breath. "Thank you...for telling me, but I um...I can't say it back." She stared at him, watching his smile falter slightly causing her heart to sink. "I just...like I told you before, after Caldur I'm afraid to fall in love and I'm afraid to say I'm in love. I don't think I won't ever say it, but I want to say it when I mean it." There was a pause as Sabo stared at her for a moment before he started laughing lightly. Fiona stared back at him, not sure whether to be angry or not. "Fiona," Sabo said, his smile growing. "You can take all the time you need to say it. I just wanted you to know how I feel. Take your time, angel, I can wait as long as I need to." Heat bloomed on the woman's face as Sabo brought her hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles. He continued to smile at her and bring a sense of peace. Her heart was fluttering more and more as she stared at him, in disbelief from what she heard. A small smile grew on her lips as she looked at him, the blush still on her face. "Thank you," she whispered.

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gtzel · 1 year ago

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The Boy in the Walls Chapter 4

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As Oliver's eyes adjusted to the light, he realized he was in a small glass jar with a lid. He tried to move, but found that he was stuck in the jar with no way out. Fear gripped him as he realized he was trapped, and his breathing became rapid.

Unexpectedly, he heard a voice that sounded familiar. It was his host, speaking softly to him. Oliver recognized the voice and tried to calm down. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, trying to slow it down. he couldn't ruin his small air supply, who knew how long he would be held captive.

As he calmed down, he began to listen to what the human was saying. "I'm sorry I scared you, little guy," the host said. "I didn't mean to frighten you." strangely enough, the human seemed to have lowered its voice since their last encounter.

Oliver opened his eyes and looked up at the human. He saw that the teen had a gentle smile on his face and was looking at him with a mix of curiosity and concern. Oliver never really had a chance to study the human closely like this.

surprisingly enough, the human had grey eyes, but they weren't menacing, they looked kind, like platinum, and they had a gleam of curiosity in them. his hair reminded Oliver of bird feathers, black, but it shined with bluish purple. like ravens.

"w-what do you w-want with me? what are you going to to to me?" Oliver asked hesitantly.

a spark of realization seemed to hit the human "No, no! I promise I won't hurt you," the host replied with a slightly hurt expression "I just want to understand what you are and how you got here."

Oliver felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe he could find a way out of this mess after all. He took a deep breath and tried to collect his thoughts. 'can I trust a human? he seems nice enough, but he also put me in a jar and caused me to pass out...twice' he thought for a few minuets, until the human spoke again.

"so...do you have a name, or should I just call you tiny person?" he asked in an attempt to break the ice. at which he so horribly failed.

"o-of course I have a name!" he said defiantly, clearly not getting the joke. then realizing he may have angered the human by speaking so brashly, apologized "s-sorry, my names O-Oliver"

"That's a cool name, mine is Isaac" the teen said with a teethy smile. Oliver noted how big the humans mouth was.

"S-so um...could let me out now, I-its kind of uncomfortable in here." Oliver asked, internally praying the giant would say yes.

"Will you swear on the River Stix to stay if I do?" Isaac said with a hint of sarcasm.

"what's a r-river stixs?" the borrower asked, tilting his head like a confused puppy. and Isaac had to contain an 'aww'.

"never mind, but will you?" he asked hopefully.

Oliver considered his options. He could either say no and risk the humans wrath, or he could say yes and have a chance for escape.

"I-I suppose..." he said hesitantly.

As soon as he had said the words, Oliver immediately regretted it, Isaac abruptly reached into the jar trying to fish him out. when he had seen he humans intentions, Oliver pushed himself as far away as he could from it. he wanted nothing to do with that thing. Unfortunately though, Isaac was too quick, and caught Oliver by the shirt.

The borrower was then lifted out of the jar and through the air. The whole room spun around him as he was held by his shirt and placed onto the humans desk. As soon as his feet hit the wood, Oliver bolted for the nearest hiding place, which so happened to be the nearby pencil case. Oliver sat behind the large bag, shaking like a leaf, and holding his legs close to him.

"Wha-Oliver, why did you run?" Isaac said, in a soft yet booming voice. causing a large gust of hot air to blow onto Oliver, making him to shiver more violently. "Please come out, I didn't mean to startle you...again"

Though the tiny boy did not know it, Isaac could see Oliver perfectly well without him coming out, but he would still give Oliver the choice. The human continued to plead to Oliver, but the borrower was in the midst of one of his 'attacks'.

Oliver was scared, more then he had ever been in his entire life. He had been caught, and when the human had been kind, he had run and very likely angered the human. Now he was hiding in a rather obvious place, but Oliver didn't want to move. Isaac continued to talk but Oliver couldn't hear over the sounds of his pulse slamming against his eardrums.

"*sigh* fine, if you don't want to come out, I wont force you." The human said in a sad and quite frankly defeated tone. These words, Oliver did manage to hear, and they surprised him greatly. 'What is this guy trying to pull? Couldn't he just kill me if he wanted to? Why make me wait' Oliver thought to himself but was interrupted by the sound of the human leaving the room.

#gt #gt writing #gt community #gt meme #gt ideas #traditional art #giant tiny #gt ao3 #gta #gentle giant #giant/tiny #size difference

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heroicleader2763 · 4 months ago

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Evie adjusted Leafy (?) in her grip. She had no idea what she was going to do. Most of her memories were static pudding but even so she could tell that something was wrong. Fake Leafy was There! Right There. But. Pin was there. And Leafy liked Pin(?). So no Mauling.

Yet.

Evie scowled before bringing the small plush in front of her. The stuffed toy responded by poking the middle of her face.

Boop!

What's your deal?

Whaddya' mean? :)

What's wrong with you?

Oh! :° My insides feel gross and weird but that's okay... Yeah. I think. The thing in there makes loud noises that hurt but it's fine.

That's not. Hmm. I mean why are you like this?

Pin? I dunno what you're talking about. Sorry. :/

Don't apologize to me, okay? Hey. How long were you with that... thing? The not Pin one?

Oh. You mean That thing? I called it fake Me before. I dunno why, though? I'm me! :>

You were right though. Its fake.

Oh, good to know I was right! :D I said a lotta stuff before but I don't know why..

Evie lowered the toy to glare at the two objects. They'd started to hold hands. Evie blew a raspberry. Leafy mentally tried. Evie smiled at that then proceeded to pretend to squish the fake leaf.

Leafy tapped Evie. She gestured to try what Evie was doing.

With a stupid smile Evie rose Leafy up. They then pretended to pat Pin on the head complete with fake 'Oofs' and 'Ouchie's. Evie snorted.

"Idiot."

The fake Leafy turned and locked eyes for just a moment. It leaned in to Pin and gestured to a bush while wispering conspiritorially. Pin only looked at Evie for a second before agreeing.

Hey Leafy?

Yeah?

Do you remember I can teleport?

Nnnoo? That sounds neat, though! :O Can I see?

Yeah, dork. Brace yourself.

For wha-

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Coiny heard a voip. He had an impulse to scream and that could only mean one thing. Pin let out a little "Eep!" with a startle. He patted her on the back.

"Hey. Calm down."

"Sorry." Pin said. "I Am just a Little On Edge."

"Don't worry about them. They... Don't matter. Not right now. All that matters is that we're together." Coiny cooed. He brought Pin's hands up to their face. She ran her thumb across Pin's knuckles slowly. Pin smiled softly.

Both let go of the other's hand. Coiny let out a small "Ooh!" as he grabbed a large bundle of firewood from a dead bush. Pin giggled and poked Coiny in the back. They both startled.

"Oh. Huh- Um I mean, I should Build A Fire. You Don't Do well with Fires." Pin offered.

Coiny tensed briefly as Leafy's memories flashed before him.

"Y-yeah. I forgot." Coiny stammered.

"Forgot?"

"Well, I was so caught up in the moment. Keeping you warm was all I could think about."

"Corkboard, Leafy. I Missed you. I really Missed you. You Don't have to Put yourself in Danger for me."

If Pin tried she could not have cut Coiny deeper.

"I'm so glad. You care. About me..." Coiny started to sink as his knees buckled. The firewood fell piece by piece from his grasp. His voice was shaky. Broken.

"But Why Wouldn't I?" She asked, genuinely confused.

"I love you. So much. Please. Don't leave me...." Coiny whined miserably.

Pin gathered as many of the fallen sticks as they could. Their movement was gentle. Loving. Carefully putting the dropped branches back into Coiny's pile while staring at her deeply in the eyes.

"I Won't, Leafy. I promise." Pin leaned in and delicately planted a kiss on the lips of the fake plant.

Coiny smiled a world weary smile as he walked away.

They soon found a spot and with a large enough place for a fire. The night was near pitch when Pin suddenly lit with the glow of the campfire. Coiny flinched from the crackle and heat. When the light was no longer painful to look at, Coiny stared longingly at the figure softly illuminated in the dancing flames. He grabbed the wrist with the bracelet tightly, feeling the beads dig into his palm.

Pin turned to him with a quizzical tilt of her face, beckoning Coiny closer. Her warm smile danced in the firelight. Coiny was drawn like a moth. The glow bouncing off of their features was hypnotic, mesmerizing. She chuckled with the heat of the flame when he lay a hand upon her cheek. She guided his braceleted arm to the spot just far enough away from the smoke but still near enough to the fire the warmth could catch them.

It took only a moment for Coiny to place his head in her lap, staring up at her eclipsing the stars like his own personal moon. He sighed and searched for her hand. After a brief struggle he found it and intertwined his fingers with hers, never taking his eyes off of hers. Coiny's brought the hand to his stomach while his free arm caressed the side of her face.

"You're... Amazing. You know that?" Coiny reassured Pin.

"I know. But not as Amazing As you."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Coiny began to tear up.

"What Do You Mean? I'm Always Nice to you. And you Deserve it!"

Coiny squeezed Pin's hand tighter while weeping.

"I just wish time could stop. If time stopped here I could be happy. Die happy. Why does time have to keep going and going..?"

"There will Be All the Time in The Whole World later.."

"I love you Pin."

"I love you too, Leafy"

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Evie and Leafy had been watching the two. Only Evie truly felt the cold while Leafplush snuggled softly into her side. If Leafy had the capacity to understand why Evie was so high alert at the moment perhaps they would have stopped idly wiggling. But the gravity was beyond her.

To Leafy this was merely an odd game.

"I think they've finally fallen asleep." Evie noted.

Shouldn't you sleep?

"No. I have to keep watch. If you aren't there with them I can't find them. And I'm... not giving you up."

I must be important! C:

"The most."

The night wore on, Evie had started to drift off little by little. Each time Leafplush poked her, asked questions, attempted to slide out, screamed mentally; the works. But. Even they were having trouble staying awake. Evie started to bounce her in her arms but it was far too late. Evie was not going to make the night.

Hey.... Evie, right? Umm... You're very tired. Maybe I can keep watch? :>

You are falling asleep. Don't lie to me.

No, really. It's fine. I don't need sleep.

Bull.

B-but I didn't need sleep before! Why do I need it now!? When I need to not need it! I remember I couldn't sleep for so long..

I don't care, but I'm not letting you go without it. Go to sleep then. I can stay awake for both of us.

But. You kept me awake?

Shut up.

That's so rude!

Evie smiled wearily.

And it doesn't even answer the question! >:U

Evie's smile dropped.

You're not getting an answer. So don't waste your- oh. Yeah. You're just not getting an answer.

Super rude!

I'm a rude person. And I don't owe you that.

Despite winning the argument Evie soon fell asleep. It must have been a total of two hours that night she managed to doze off. Rustling from the lovebird and the anglerfish woke Evie who was still so tired she was dizzy.

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Coiny couldn't help but look at the ragged looking woman tailing him. She felt bad. Not bad enough to stop. Or branch forbid, give her little piece of heaven up. Just bad enough to look over there from time to time in concern.

Just bad enough to wrap an arm protectively around Pin when Evie sneered.

"Where Were you, Anyway?"

Pin's question caught Coiny off guard.

"Around." He fumbled.

"Around?"

"Yeah! I looked all over for you. I even searched the canal a bit."

"Why would I be In The canal?"

"I unno? Memories?" Coiny offered. She desperately searched Leafy's memories and found their first true meeting. And the middle finger Pin gave her when they were on the balance beam. Coiny snorted.

"What? Did I do something Funny?" Pin asked angrily.

Coiny looked back to Evie and the true Leafy. But what is a person but an assemblage of memories? Both of them had started to... Converse? It almost felt like they were jealous of Coiny and Pin. Occasionally Evie would speak up but Leafplush remained silent. Still her noodle limbs moved from time as if in deep conversation.

Coify turned back to Pin.

"I was just thinking back to the first challenge. How this practically all started with you flipping me off. That's so like you."

"It is Not!"

"Sure it isn't." Coify teased with a wink and a nudge.

"I'm not-... . um. Uh."

"Pin? What's wrong? Did I cross the line?"

Pin squinted and rose her hand to block the sun. Something was coming. Before Pin could say anything he heard a screech.

"It did WHAT?!?"

The same agressive popping noise that Coify knew so well and the reflexive panic was enough to tell what was happening. Coify withdrew her braceleted arm just in time for Evie to fail a grab at it. Claws barely missed raking the fake Leafy's sides as Coify fell backwards.

Pin grabbed Coiny and pulled the imposter to her. Evie let out a grunt of frustration. She barely managed to hold Leafy's plush shell as Leafy screamed in fear. The force causing the voicebox to skreek and stun the plush. Her sewn limbs taut. The strings struggling to hold her with the whiplash. The thread ripped, nearly severing the arm from the plush

"What The Hell Has Gotten IN To You!!?" Pin screamed, not caring that it was "Leafy's" ear she was screaming into.

Coify pushed free just in time to come face to face with the only real lemon leaf in the situation.

"Give it BACK!" Evie made another grab at the bracelet as Coify desperately tried to keep the precious treasure out of "unworthy" hands. Both screamed and Coify barely managed to avoid Evie' so many times. It was only when Coify grabbed the plush Leafy's arm in retaliation did Evie reel her arm back for a punch.

Coify missed but at the cost of Evie managing to use the hand in her preoccupied arm to rake the beads . The bracelet rolled off of Coiny's arm. He let out a shreik of anguish. Leafplush fell from Coiny's grasp as both leaves dove for the bracelet.

Only for them to meet the side of Pin's leg, immovable wall it was. At least when she dug her toes in. Pin grabbed the bracelet with a fell swoop and held it over her head.

" Stop Fighting!!" Pin demanded. Both leaves grabbed at the object of their desire. But Evie had a slower start, picking up Leafplush first.

Pin saw Maple and two other sentient plushies behind the squabbling leaves. Sadly she could care less as "Leafy" grabbed her rim and started climbing only to get pulled down with a thud by Evie grabbing his ankle.

Pin Carefully pushed Evie off of Coiny only for Evie to cry out in pain as a hideous bruise appeared on the side of the leaf.

Shit shit shit! She was losing control! Not now!

Both people talked over each other.

"P-Pin? Give me the bracelet. Please. I need it. It's special. I-can't live without it. I NEED it. I swear, I'll be good for you, I just-just. You can't know how important it is to me! Just hand the bracelet to me. We don't need anyone else. Just us." Coiny begged.

"The bracelet is Leafy's! Why are you giving it to that thing!? You don't even know it but you let it steal her gift!? What kind of a partner are you?! You stupid Herculean piece of plastic! She's crying! Why can't you even tell!?" Evie demanded to know.

"Enough! I can't Even Think with you Two squabbling." Pin shielded it with her arm. Literally nobody would actually fight her for it.

"If You Two can't reach an Agreement I'll Have To wear It Instead! Then None Of You can get It!"

"No." Coiny mumbled as Pin slipped it on.

Pin's eyes got wide.

She turned to the fake Leafy.

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The fight had stopped. Junior was basically having to be held back from trying to help. Pinior's sanity or Plushior as Maple would never let anyone know she'd started calling her, was putting a stuffed hand to where her ears would have been.

"Uh.... Pin's fighting Junior's mom and Evie." Maple volunteered.

Hospintal plush shifted to "look" up to Maple.

"What do you mean? I heard them at the same time. I shouldn't hear that. Aren't they the same person? Sorta?" The Hospintal plush asked.

"I don't know anymore. I thought they were. Maybe it's like me and Leafy Junior? I mean Evie is cradling what looks like you, knuclehead. Um. Talking about Junior there."

"I'm confused. How many people are there?!"

"It doesn't really matter. I hate all of them. Egh-"

"WHO ARE YOU?!" Pin yelled out in disgust loud enough for the spectators to hear.

Pin slung the bracelet to the dirt like it was burning her.

"What's going on! I can't see! I can't see! Somebody tell me I can't seee..."

Maple couldn't hear what "Leafy" said as she approached Pin placatingly. Pin grabbed "Leafy's" hand and pulled back. A beautiful arc of blood sprayed out of the arm that used to belong to Coiny.

Evie barely sheltered Leafplush from being sprayed. She winced as if in pain and dove for the bracelet.

"LET'S FREAKIN' GO!"Maple yelled all while trying to hide the spectacle from the panicking Junior who redoubled her escape attempts. Maple ran right up to the scene with Hospintal plush barely holding on for dear life.

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Pin knew from the moment pain blossomed down her side. Why they had been nervous for days. She knew exactly who had done this to her. Who he whispered sweet nothings to. Who kissed him. Let him believe the love of his life had returned for days.

Who violated his trust.

Who violated him.

Pin could barely stand. Her knees were clattering. Coiny had flipped himself up off of the bloodied ground to stare her directly in the face. Pin grabbed Coiny's remaining arm he struggled to balance on. The crunch of fingers were audible

He pulled it off. Like the petal of a flower. Loves me not.

The arm nearly punched straight through Maple, barely missing her by a few inches. Blood sprayed painfully all over the three at a speed like a power hose. The sonic boom of the arm knocked Maple to her side, ears ringing. The plushes fell to the ground as the newly deafened leaf tried to get up. Both (with a brief pit stop to pick Hospintal up) of them got Maple to her feet. All of them managed to reach Coiny.

Coiny was bleeding out. Pin towered above him. Evie was the last to arrive with Leafy, the real Leafy, covering her eyes with her only functional arm. The one with the memory bracelet. Even the plush prisons of Junior and Pinior's sanity blocked what little light Coiny had left.

Why was he so calm?

Coiny smiled peacefully. With what little strength Coiny had left, she spoke.

"I love-"

Pin stomped straight through Coiny's open mouth.

Everyone flinched at the squelch.

Pin screamed in pure anguish. Her hands desperately tried to find their way to cover her mouth or grab on to her side. But she knew there was no way her hands wouldn't rip her body to shreds in this state. Still the limbs sought to comfort her. Evie nervously tried to approach Pin more out of societal obligation than a genuine need to comfort her. Pin couldn't hear anything but ringing. Her hands finally found their purchase on the opposite sides of her rim-

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Pin woke up at the base of the recovery center's output slot. Evie stood over them. Leafy, the real Leafy, had buried her face in Evie's side. Her small spheres that should have been hands softly thumped against Evie's skin. The fake fists banging against her.

A length of red thread had sewn the nearly severed arm back on. The side Pin had cut open had the same shade of red thread. Her body wracked with fake sobs.

On Evie's elbow sat Junior patting Leafy on the back comfortingly.

In the distance Maple looked to the side all while the plush version of her sister during the hospital breakdown tried in vain to wrest herself from Maple's arms.

Both children plushies were still stained with Coiny's blood. An attempt to wash them had been made but it obviously failed.

Pin got up, a woman possesed. She kept breaking sticks. Not in half, just in her grip when they got picked up. When she finally managed to get a stick that didn't get compressed immediately Pin poked the C button on the recovery center. And it broke again.

Each time one broke she wordlessly went back to trying to pick one up again. One by one the two large red Leaves watched her spell out the name.

Coiny.

He fell out of the slot, confused as to why he was still alive.

"This is For Whoa Bunch. My Debts Have All Been Payed." Pin stated.

Coiny nodded and pulled his limbs close.

Everyone watched as he rolled away.

-🌿

[cheese and rice. my god]

#asks #ooc: i read this all while listening to the chonny jash cover of ruler of everything #coin creature #info #lore

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coolbeanzeaglbones · 4 months ago

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Fanfic chapter, the one with Eagleclaw.

The commander was sorta mad. Oh, no one messes with one of his friends and gets away with it.

Ugh, the nerve!

Luckily, they knew where Eaglebones’ mom lived, as they had all gone to the funeral of his father like in their first year of being in the Aquabats.

They had insisted on going, despite Eaglebones basically pleading that they didn't, as he was sad and didn't want them to see that.

The logic was that their mother probably, and that was a huge probably, knew where Eagleclaw was.

They pulled into the gravel driveway and walked up to the house, “But what if she doesn't know?” Crash asked, “Well, then we lie about our intentions and just say Eaglebones is fine, then I don't know.” He knocked on the door and waited.

About two minutes passed and the door opened. Now, eaglebones’ mom was a nice lady she just didn't…look nice.

She looked mean, but when she spoke, you instantly knew she was a kind lady trapped under a mean face, “Oh hi, this is…unexpected, won't you come in?” She opened the door fully and allowed them to walk in, “Where's my son?” She asked, as only the four Aquabats walked in.

The commander already had a lie ready, “Oh we um…are just dropping in because we're looking for your other son, but Bones isn't with us today because we went to the professor's and he said he didn't feel good soo….” she nodded and said, “My oldest son is in the living room, he stopped in to visit me, can you believe it?”

She said this as they emerged in the living room to see Eagleclaw, on the couch, sipping tea.

Ricky's hand was clenched into a fist at his side. The commander was the best at de-escalating a situation, “Hello Eagleclaw.” The commander said, a false smile in place on his face.

Eagleclaw smiled at him, “Where's my brother?” He asked innocently, like a child lying about something they thought was funny, but would get in trouble for later. The commander's smile turned more to a clenched jaw, “You know, he felt sick, so he couldn't come.” They all sat down as a unit on the couch.

Eagleclaw was smirking at them before changing his expression to one of concern as his mother walked back in, “Now I think I have to talk to my son alone, so why don't you guys go outside and, I don't know, go out back.”

The Aquabats knew proper etiquette, so they did as they were told and went to the backyard.

They had a swing set from many years ago. It had two swings. So, forgetting the entire situation, they kinda started trying to see who could get to the swings first.

Crash literally picked Ricky up and swung him at the other two, not enough to hurt them, just enough to make them step back.

It was safe to say that they got to go on the swings. The commander pouted, “I wanted to go on the swing.” He whined.

He continued like that for a few minutes before Jimmy had enough, “Commander, we can take this time to discuss the situation, and plan.” The commander groaned, “I hate planning.”

“But he's right, we need a plan. I mean, we have to get the name of the poison out of Eagleclaw.” Said Ricky. Crash stopped swinging for a second and picked up a leaf, contemplating it in his hand for a second, “Jimmy, do you have your knitting needles?” That question caught Jimmy off guard, “Yes, why crash?”

“Cuz if he doesn't willingly tell us, we'll have to force it out of him.” Everyone turned to him, “Well, I'm not letting Eaglebones read to you ever again.” Jimmy said.

They kept bantering for a while until Eagleclaw came out back, a smirk still on his face. He seemed to be holding something in his claws, “Hey fitness, you were always my favorite,” he handed Ricky a vial of bright red liquid, “you make sure he gets fixed, I know he's your friend.”

Then he walked out the back gate and left.

Ricky stared at the vial in his hand, then looked at the others, “Jimmy scan it.” Jimmy used his robot eyes to scan, “That's it.” The commander could barely contain a surprised laugh, “Well, that solved that, let's go.”

Little did they know, Eagleclaw was laughing, his plan falling into order.

#the aquabats #the aquabats super show #fanfic #aquabats #crash mclarson #jimmy the robot #dark fic #aquabats!#eagleclaw falconhawk

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aggressivenesswhilecrying · 1 year ago

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The blood on your teeth starts to taste like a poem

Summery:

“Oh um, of course!! Of course!! I have like, twenty bucks on me if you can pick me up some?” he says almost guiltily, glancing back at the man as he pulls out a red can with a black spout, not a big one by any means, more of the type of one you use to fill up a weed eater, or that sort of thing. He doesn't even get the words out before the tiny man is pulling it out of his hands. His other hand palm out waiting for the money, and ren can almost feel himself sweating over it.

TW!! NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE, ALCOHOL MENTIONS, INJURY, PANIC ATTACKS

Not beta read or edited!!

(This is a fic for the @treebarktitleswap event!! <333)

Ren finds, very quickly, that he cant fucking breath. Not with the pounding in his chest. And the growling sound eching in the forest around him, always just a few steps away from him. Too close, yet still so far.

The snow crunches under his feet, and he can almost hear a laugh in the woods around him. It sticks to him like glue, freezing as it melts on his face, and makes his hair look almost white. The air burns his throat, and he cant even get a chance to see it fog up infront of him, his feet keeping him going, no matter how much he wishes he just let this be over. Get eaten, killed, taken, he doesnt care. His lungs and legs hurt, he cant see anymore. And gods, he can only hear that forsaken barking laugh.

“Wrong turn..”

The voice snickered, twisting like a knife to rens stomach, as he soon notices hes running over his own foot prints. He feels his heart race as the almost growling aspect of the voice hot on his tail, is as loud as ever. He can almost feel the breath on his ear, but he knows if he turns around hes nothing but a living steak at that point. He steers off, running far, far from his past footsteps. And as he feels a clawed hand ghost his back, he lets out a chocked out sob, lost to the wind.

With a slight miscalculation in his steps his knee slams into the edges of a tree, sending him turning, sliding and falling. Ren knows before he end gets close to the ground that this is the end. His hands claw, gribbing at the ground as he falls slight to his side. The snow soaking through his jacket. The laughing quiets, coming to a stop as rens hand scrape at the ground, the snow and wet cold ground leaving his hands trembling, fingers almost blue as he fights to pull, yank, live.

He wants it to just be over, yet something in his chest screams this is the most alive hes ever felt, and he needs to live.

He doesnt even realize that there is no growling, no laughing, not more steps, no hand ghosting his back until hes pulling himself to his feet desprately, tears coming to his eyes as his knee very easily pleads for him to stop. He doesnt notice that there is no more danger as he runs, he doesnt realize that its over till he breaks tree line. He doesnt notice that the thing didnt follow until hes standing in the middle of the road, his truck, some how just a little bits away, and forest caging in the road.

He doesnt really realive whats happening until hes slamming his door shut, eyes widow as he speeds away as quick as he can. One glace in his window shows a man, standing right where rens truck just was. Blonde hair following the wind, large black wold like ears sticking out, his elbow down covered in thich fur and claws, that make his arms look twice as big, similar with his legs, turned into the hind legs of some kind of wolf dog thing. A tail limp between his legs. He stares at the truck. The black truck, with no tailgate, a half flat tire, and a widow repaired with just duck tape and spite. He just stares, eyebrows wrinkled, and ren doesnt let himself think for even a moment longer, watching as his truck stutters as it goes to 84 on the straight gravel road.

Ren looks down to his gas, feeling his heart stopped in his chest with the same kind of fear as before. One that shakes his truck as he sees himself sitting at a flat E.his car makes a stuttering sound, loud and there is no doubt that whatever was chasing heard it, he doesnt think hes even 3 miles away from his starting point. He can feel the wheel, the truck, almost pulsing in his hold, a far too loud stuttering sound playing out as there is a not very good, scraping sound, he watches as the speed quickly drops, no matter how hard he holds down the gas. Tears coming to his eyes as he feels the truck stop in the middle of the gravel road.

He holds the wheel, even as hes stopped, unable to go praying that maybe there is something left. He has no clue in his mind on where his gas went, its like it vanished into thin air.

With a deep breath, his chest and lungs start to stutter in pain. The engine is off, and hes only a few minute walk from his attacker, and getting out, feels like the worst choice he could make. As the tears in his eyes begins to fall, he slams his hands down onto the wheel as hard as he can, shaking it as a sob leaks past his lip. He can feel the almost burning tears running down his face. His skin feels hot, almost like it’s burning him, and his breath is fast again, panic and unfiltered fear leaving him unable to breath.

It aches he finds, as a horse scream leaves his throat, leaving his throat just as raw, eyes closing as he squeeze them. Face red, and far too hot. His head pounds as he leans forward over the wheel. Just screaming. He soon lets it fade out, his throat already too much to bare the screaming any longer.

He sits there, eyes closed, face hot, head pounding, and tears leaking down his face. He fought too hard to live to be here. Stuck, a sitting duck. But to get out of the truck would be a death wish. And as much as he just wants it to be over, he fought far too hard to die here.

He curls in, bringing his knees to his chest, letting the ugly sobs rack through him, his body shaking with every cry that leaves his lips. He can feel his nose get clogged, causing breath to come in even less, and gods. He hurts. He hurts so much, his knee is practically pulsing in pain, and guessing by the wet red stain coming from the inside of his jeans, his knee is openly bleeding. Which probably isnt good, when youre fighting for your life against a wolf man thing. But hes already just a living breathing, soon to be dead, steak right now.

He can easily tell, there is no way he lives, no way he sees his cousin again, or his dog, no way he goes to his shity factory job again after this. Who knows, he might even miss his bitchy supervisor, just a little bit. Huh. you really do think about things and ponder a lot in youre last moments, dont you? At this thought, the sobs only get louder, his breath stutters, not able to take in enough to fight the violent sobbing.

He couldnt tell you exactly how long he cried before there was a knock at his window.

His head was killing him, along with most of his other body parts, face hot, almost burning him it felt like. Hair matted and sticking to his forehead, he felt sticky all over, and gods if there is one thing he can confidently say he hated more then running for his life, it was honestly gonna be being sticky. Even more so the far a long cry kinda sticky. Theres nothing worse then already having a bad time to the point youre a sobbing mess, then the sweat that comes with crying making you sticky. Just makes everything bad all over again.

Tap-tap-tap, quiet enough to rattle him to his very core. Its almost gentle on the window, and sadly, ren will admit, the gentalness of it is honestly one of the only reason ren looks up.

The things ears are folded back in a weird mix of guilt and frustrateration, one claw on his too big fured arms taps lightly on the window. His tail hanging limply. He looks more like a frustrated dog that cant bring its stick in, then a monster that was just hunting him down like prey. And yet, through reason, ren is still petrified, as hes instantly crawling over to the passanger seat in an almost panic.

“Unlock the door..?” the thing says, voice muffled through the glass, enough where ren has to read his lips, but he can still hear his almost questioning tone, and rens tears feel hot on his face now, breath picking up once more as he shakes his head, a clear frantic no.

“Fuck no!! No, absolutely not my dude, no way in hell!!” his voice comes off as a panicked screech, loud through his hyperventilation. Yet breathy, he pushes himself against the passenger door of the old black truck, the inside handle of the door having long since fell off.

The wold like man almost deflates, his shoulders slumping in, ears in a more frustrated form then before, the hoodie he wears is apparently green. Its hard to tell under the thick dirt coating it. But all the same he huffs, ren unable to see it, crossing his arms as he stays hunched over. Eyes still narrowed. There is no doubt in ren’s mind that the man could just pry the door off, yet he doesn't. And that confuses ren even in his petrified state. He pulls his knees back up to his chest, wrapping his arms around himself. Setting his head down inbetween his knees, an ugly gasp of air coming from him, and he doesnt even find that he cares that the thing is watching his break down. It caused it anyways.

It took a few hours, but ren had eventually fallen asleep, on edge of panic and histraics constantly. The wolf like man had long since fell alseep on the side of the road, snorring loud enough for ren to hear it in his metal death trap.

He had been waken up at early sun by someone knocking on his window, eyebrows scrunched up as he looked at him with what seems to be worry. Short dirty blonde hair, a red winter coat, with thick white fur around the neckline, and ren only noticed just how cold he is in his far thinner winter coat and triple layered pants. Ren is quickly opening the passenger door, trying not to seem like more of a weirdo then this perfectly normal man already thinks he is.

As he gets out, stretch his arms above his head, a groan slipping past his lips and a loud popping from his shoulder blades ringing out as he walked around the side of the car.

The man was rather short, hair curling in all sorts of directions in the morning cold.

“What were you doing sleeping in your truck.” it's a straight forward, almost harsh answer as he looks him up and down. Hands in the pockets of the red coat, an almost judging look on his face as he looks ren up and down. Ren can almost feel his eyes digging into his soul, in the most judgemental way he didn't even think existed.

And just a need to defend his actions comes flowing over him, but he refuses to follow through on it. This might be his only help he’ll get, so no need to fight, not when he feels his life depends on this interaction. “Ah, i went on a hiking trip, stayed at a hotel, all that, left my phone at the hotel, and didn't notice till i was broken down on the side of the road, absolutley no gas, and don't know the area” he chuckled nervously, unsure if the man will pick up on the very clear lie.

In all honesty, he had lost his phone in the chase, and hes only maybe 20 minutes from his home.

The man in red keeps his eyes narrowed, before nodding slowly, brown eyes looking ren up once more.

“Do you have a gas can?” he asked almost like he thinks that ren wouldn't have one, like ren would be stupid not to have one. Which quickly sent ren stumbling to the bed of his old truck, brushing past the judging man.

He feels almost panicked as he pats around his pockets, pulling out his torn wallet, its…mostly intact, for the most part…for the most part. Bits of plant life are stuffed in, almost making it look like ren was shoving leafs in his wallet to make it look full. A small rip on the edge, that makes rens nose wrinkle. And he only feels like the blonde man is judging him even more as he takes out an almost ruined 20 dollar bill. The corner teared a little, clear dirt stains and such littering it. The blonde man only raises an eyebrow, as they both honestly contemplate if it’ll even be useable. But without another word the man hops in his almost hippie-like van, driving off without a second. The older van making a rumbling as it starts up, and ren can sort of see things moving, and the back of the van practically jumping as it traverses down the gravel road.

Ren isnt sure how he didnt pay much attention to the van before, but it’s almost comical, such an almost judging man, having been a hippie, or living a secret life as a hippie? It leaves ren sickering as he gets back in his truck to wait it out, hoping he didnt just get scammed.

As he pulls on the driver door he’s reminded that he crawled through the passenger door, as the drivers door is still locked, and his keys in the car.

With a slumped back and a whiney groan, ren walks around the truck once more, making his way to the passenger side with a groan.

Ren is far more than happy to say with confidence, that he didnt get scammed, at least not more then he was thinking, grian, as he learned, returned with only 10 dollars worth of gas in it. And well, ren cant blame him, he doesnt even find he cares as he makes it to his home, the open fields of corn that his neighbors own surrounding him on all sides, the corn having long since been plucked with the now slow falling snow back.

He can feel a shiver of paranoia race up his spin, its his childhood house really, once his father had passed, well, it landed in rens hands in the time when he needed it most, a palet swing on the tree right out front, large and comforting, a spray painted target on it from when ren tried to get into hatchet throwing. With how paranoid he’s feeling, he might start back up on that hobby.

The wheels of a old bikes marking the start of his far too long driveway. The slightly too tall, yellowed grass, poking up just beneath the snow. The house itself with yellow siding and black roofing that needs replaced after the shingles have fallen off and into the yard during storms. And ren is almost certain there is some kind of leak in his front room. The screen door rattles on it’s hinges as it holds open. While his actual door stays locked.

He has to fumble with his keys for a moment too long trying to open it, to the point he feels like he needs to rush, like he’s fighting for his life again. And as his heart rate rises, and tears come to his eyes, he shoves the door open, almost falling into his ruined front room. It it’s that bad, or he tells himself that. The walls a sickly green, and once grey carpet having long since gone brown with years apon years of use. Even after having lived here for a few years, he almost cant get rid of the stench of beer.

A sad divorced man is what his father was. Two kids who cared more about keeping themselves afloat and living recklessly after having just turned 20. Life being something to hang on the edge of. And ren’s father was just a sad man with a drinking problem. Ren cant blame him. Not really, but it would have been nice to not scrub the carpet relentlessly for weeks, only to find out the stench is most definitely not coming out.

His couch as old as he is, and he lazily tosses his wallet on the table that wobbles just a little too much. Instantly racing to the termist stat, tapping at it desperately for the house to heat up just a smidge more. Of course its going to take a few moments, but he doesnt stop until he sees the house will be heating up to 79 fahrenheit. Walking off to his room, clothes still a little wet, but he doesnt find he really cares, as he lands face first into his best with a groan, coat and shoes still on as he tries tot burrow in, out of pure mental exahustan. He knows theres a lot he needs to do.

Like get a new phone, eat, shower, change at the very least, but he find he really, really, doesnt care, and his bed sounds like a much better option at whoever knows what time it is.

Martyn is relatively simple. A werewolf of sorts, but instead of changing into a full wolf, he only gets wolf-like traits, and a need to hunt anyone in his area down. He knows what he’s done, he remembers it all, he knows it all, but in the moment it’s always like he’s under some sort of haze. Not quite there.

He cant remember why he stopped for that brown hair man. Sunglasses hanging on his nose, one cracked, clwaing at the ground like a wild animal, fighting to live. Martyn can still see it playing in the back of his mind, the man clwaling aat the groud, nails deep in the snow, his tears almost freezing as they fell. On his side, pushing a the ground, like maybe if it lets go of him, he’ll live. Martyn can still fucking see it, even as he returns to work.

Grian had frantically shook martyn awake and told him to get out of there when he had pulled up. And well, martyn wasnt there when ren had waken up, but he felt like he should have been, like a dog whining when away from it;s owner. And to put it in simple trems, martyn really. REALLY. Didnt like it. He didnt like it enough that, that nigh he stood outside, of who he learned was named ren’s, house, he istn a creep, he promises. He had to promise that to both jimmy, and grian. He just, the wolf, dog part of his mind is left whinnning and begging for the browmn haired man. And trust him, he’s not very happy about it either. Not as he subcontusly whinned as he leaned against the wall, just under the window in ren’s bedroom.

Trust him. He hatted it as much as the next person. He promeses.

When ren had come stumbling to the tech counter at the wallmafrt martyn worked at, and he looked up, only to clearly have a sense of recognition. Circles deep under his eyes, amd hands shaing, martyn lowered his head guility, and he can feel a phantom tail wag at the sight of the man, martyn wishes he could have avoided it all really. As ren didnt look away from martyn like he’d pounce any second now. And gods, that hurt a little, didnt it?

Martyn knew there was absoluly no way to fix what he had caused.

Martyn is just thankful ren didnt call anyone.

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