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cluelessteam · 3 months ago

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Whispers Through Time: {~Unexpected Encounters~}

Summary: After being mysteriously transported into the world of House of the Dragon, a modern-day woman poses as a seer to gain entry into the Targaryen court. Armed with knowledge of the future, she secretly warns Rhaenyra and Daemon of looming dangers while hiding her true identity. As she grows closer to both, romantic tension builds, but so do the risks of her deception. With Daemon's suspicions rising and Rhaenyra’s trust deepening, the reader must navigate her lies while trying to alter their tragic fate—before everything unravels.

Characters: Rhaenyra & Daemon

Pairing: Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader x Daemon

Word Count: 1521

Tag List: @snowtargaryen

Chapter 5 --- Chapter 6

The days following your tense encounter with Rhaenyra passed with agonizing slowness. You worked diligently, keeping to your tasks, always mindful of the eyes that followed you through the halls. Daemon’s scrutiny had intensified, though he still hadn’t confronted you directly. His gaze was like a shadow—constant, unnerving.

Rhaenyra, on the other hand, had become more aloof. You had noticed her lingering looks, her growing hesitance in conversation. It was clear she was piecing things together, but how much did she truly know? The tension between you and the princess was palpable, hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break.

But it wasn’t just Rhaenyra who weighed on your mind.

Daemon was always watching, always lurking. You could feel it—his presence, his curiosity—and it unnerved you more than anything else. Though your interactions had been brief and polite, his growing suspicion was impossible to ignore.

Still, the warnings had to continue. You couldn’t stop now. You had already set events into motion, and there was no turning back. The next warning would be the most dangerous yet, and you knew it had to be delivered soon.

It was late afternoon when you found yourself in one of the less frequented wings of the Keep. The hallways were quiet, the only sound your soft footsteps on the cold stone floors. You were on your way to check on supplies, something you had become well-versed in since assuming your fabricated role as a midwife. It was a simple task, one that allowed you the time to plan your next move.

As you turned a corner, you came face to face with Rhaenyra.

You froze, startled by the sudden encounter. Rhaenyra looked equally surprised but quickly composed herself, her expression unreadable.

“Y/N,” she greeted, her voice calm, though there was an edge to it that you couldn’t quite place.

You bowed your head slightly in response, trying to steady your racing heart. “Princess.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words. You could see the questions in her eyes, the subtle curiosity, the cautious distance she had begun to keep.

“How do you find your work here in the Keep?” she asked, her tone conversational, but you sensed there was more behind her words.

“It has been fulfilling, my princess,” you replied carefully. “I am grateful for the opportunity to serve.”

Rhaenyra’s gaze lingered on you, as if weighing your words. She took a small step closer, her presence commanding despite the calmness of the exchange.

“There are many in this court who believe they know what’s best for the realm,” she said softly, her eyes never leaving yours. “But few are as prepared as they think.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Was she testing you again? Did she suspect that you were the one leaving the notes?

“I hope that those in power will continue to act with wisdom,” you replied, keeping your voice steady despite the anxiety creeping up your spine.

Rhaenyra’s lips twitched into a faint smile, but it was fleeting. Her gaze sharpened, and for a brief moment, you wondered if she was about to confront you then and there. But instead, she merely nodded.

“Wisdom is a rare gift,” she said, her voice softer now, almost contemplative. “I hope you are as wise as you seem.”

With that, she turned and continued down the corridor, leaving you standing there with your heart hammering in your chest. The encounter had been brief, but the weight of it lingered long after Rhaenyra had disappeared from view.

She knew something. But how much?

That night, you couldn’t shake the memory of your conversation with Rhaenyra. You had been careful, but it was clear that she was starting to grow suspicious. The danger was becoming more tangible with each passing day.

And then there was Daemon.

The man was an enigma, his unpredictability making him all the more dangerous. You had avoided him as best you could, but you knew it was only a matter of time before your paths crossed again. And when they did, you had to be prepared.

The encounter came sooner than expected.

You had just finished tending to a patient—a young woman recovering from childbirth—and were making your way back to your chambers when you spotted Daemon standing at the end of the hallway. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable as he watched you approach.

Your heart skipped a beat. There was no avoiding him now.

“Lord Daemon,” you greeted, trying to keep your voice steady as you bowed your head in respect.

Daemon didn’t move from his position, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. He tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into that familiar smirk that always seemed to carry an air of danger.

“You’ve been busy,” he remarked, his tone casual, but there was an edge to it that set you on high alert.

“I do what is asked of me,” you replied, forcing yourself to meet his gaze.

Daemon pushed off the wall, taking a step closer. His presence was overwhelming, filling the narrow hallway with a sense of menace that made your pulse quicken.

“And what exactly is it that you’ve been asked to do?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Your heart raced, but you kept your expression neutral. “I am here to tend to the needs of the people, as always.”

Daemon chuckled softly, though there was no warmth in the sound. “Tending to the needs of the people,” he repeated, his eyes narrowing slightly. “An admirable role.”

He took another step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “But you’ve always struck me as someone who… knows more than they let on.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Was this it? Had Daemon figured out your role in the warnings?

“I am but a humble servant, my lord,” you replied, keeping your tone calm despite the panic rising in your chest.

Daemon studied you for a long moment, his smirk never faltering. Then, without warning, he leaned in close, his voice a low whisper.

“Secrets don’t stay hidden forever, Y/N.”

Before you could respond, Daemon straightened and walked past you, his smirk still in place as he disappeared down the hallway, leaving you standing there with a sinking feeling in your stomach.

The encounters with both Rhaenyra and Daemon had left you on edge. You had managed to avoid suspicion for the most part, but it was clear that both of them were beginning to question your role. The tension was becoming unbearable, and you knew it was only a matter of time before something—or someone—gave.

But the most dangerous part of your mission was still ahead. The next note, the one you were planning to deliver in secret, held information that could change everything. You had to be more careful than ever, especially with Daemon’s growing curiosity and Rhaenyra’s watchful eyes.

And then, just as you were beginning to plan your next move, the unexpected happened.It was late one evening when you found yourself in the corridors of the Keep once more, a new warning written and ready to be delivered. You had chosen a time when the halls were quiet, hoping to slip unnoticed into the shadows.

But as you approached the alcove where you usually left the notes, you froze.

Rhaenyra and Daemon were there—together.

They stood in the dim light of the corridor, their voices low, but the tension between them was palpable. You could hear the tail end of their conversation, something about strategy and alliances, but the words barely registered as your heart raced.

This was not part of the plan.

You quickly turned to leave, hoping to retreat before they noticed you, but it was too late.

“Y/N!” Rhaenyra’s voice called out, stopping you in your tracks.

You slowly turned, your heart pounding in your chest as both Rhaenyra and Daemon fixed their gazes on you. There was no escaping this.

“Out for a walk at this hour?” Rhaenyra asked, her tone curious but sharp. She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied your face.

Daemon, on the other hand, remained silent, his expression unreadable as he watched you with that same unnerving intensity.

You forced a smile, though it felt hollow. “I was merely… clearing my head, princess.”

Rhaenyra exchanged a glance with Daemon, and for a moment, you could feel the weight of their suspicion pressing down on you. They didn’t trust you. Not fully. Not yet.

But you had to play your part.

“I did not mean to intrude,” you said quickly, taking a step back. “I will leave you to your discussion.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before she finally nodded, though there was something unreadable in her gaze. “Of course.”

You bowed your head and quickly retreated, your heart still racing as you disappeared into the shadows of the Keep. You had avoided confrontation this time, but the tension was growing. And soon, something would have to give.

#house of the dragon #rhaenyra x daemon #rhaenyra x reader #daemon x reader #rhaenyra x reader x daemon #daemon x reader x rhaenyra #daemyra x reader #hotd x reader #Whispers Through Time

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homely-lunatic · 1 year ago

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one of the things I think is rly interesting about the usher kids' deaths is that there's a clear linear pattern in how much influence verna has on the way they die, starting with virtually no influence and ending in a death 100% orchestrated by her.

like okay. perry's death? completely his fault. the only influence we see verna have on him is in her attempts at convincing him to call off the party and not blackmail people. the acid was already in the tanks, he made the negligent decision to hook up the tanks to the water system without testing them. if he'd never met verna, the party would have gone on exactly as planned and he would have died via acid rain anyways.

then there's camille. her death is similar to perry's in that there's a clear cause -> effect of her breaking into a lab full of chimps hyped up on adrenaline -> being mauled by a chimp, but there's also little hints at verna's interference. camille talks to verna right before she dies, its implied via the photo she takes that the chimp that killed her appeared to her as verna for a moment, and there's also the question of how the chimp got out in the first place. yes she probably would have died in this manner anyways based on her own decisions, but there's slightly more of a direct influence from verna than perry got.

with leo, we know that him initially killing pluto was a hallucination thanks to his drug use, but I get the impression that everything that follows is a blend of verna messing with him and further drug-induced hallucinations. the pet store he visits is actually an abandoned building full of rats that verna alters his perception of, and his visions of her in his apartment definitely feel more verna-induced than drug-induced, yet there's also kind of the implication that all the stuff with the hammer leading up to leo's death is drug hallucination-related. we also see verna appear to him multiple times; she's not just a single mysterious figure at a party or a lone security guard, she's now running a store and coming to his house and talking to him on multiple occasions.

vic is similar to leo in that her death is caused by a slow descent into madness, but the way in which this plays out is directly caused by verna. yes vic was planning on going forward with human trials, but verna is the one who shows up and poses as a test subject. there's still ambiguity when it fully comes to the question of supernatural influence, and verna's insertion into vic's life was more specific than leo's but also broad enough that its reasonable to argue that things might have played out the same had she not been there. would everything with ally dying and vic spiraling have played out the exact same way if the human trial had happened later, or if another test subject had showed up? maybe, but the actual course of events that transpired only happened because of verna's direct influence on them.

but tammy was terrorized for weeks by verna before she died. verna shows up as a replacement escort, then continues to show up in the background of tammy's life. she shows up in her apartment, appears to her in a supernatural-ish way at the goldbug launch, and when it comes to tammy's actual death she's in there fucking with her through the mirrors. I guess you could argue that she still wouldve gotten super paranoid over the launch and maybe started to hallucinate the original escort following her? but unlike the rest of them (except vic, who I feel also falls into this category), her death doesn't feel like it would have necessarily played out the exact same way it did had verna not been there. she only dies because she smashes a mirror that verna is taunting her from.

and then finally frederick, who didnt get a choice (not that he deserved one), verna steps in and 100% causes his death in a very specific way that wouldnt have happened had she not directly interfered with his life.

and then you look at the fact that the siblings died in reverse order of age, which is also in the order of shortest amount of time spent as a member of the usher family to longest, and the fact that the two who objectively had the most interference from verna in their respective deaths were the only two who were actually alive when roderick made the deal..... idk I feel like there's something there.

#fall of the house of usher #the fall of the house of usher

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lunarnightt · 25 days ago

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𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ― PROLOGUE

Soulmates? What is a soulmate? A soulmate is someone who you feel a deep connection with, someone you are ultimately bounded to for the rest of your life and possibly in the next one.

In the Jedi Order, a soulmate is assigned to each Jedi upon achieving the rank of Knight. This tradition symbolizes the maturity gained after leaving behind the role of Padawan. The connection is believed to help ground Jedi emotionally, serving as a reminder to resist the pull of hatred—a path that leads to the dark side of the Force.

Every Jedi Master has a soulmate, every knight has one as well.

The soulmate bond can be either a blessing or a curse, depending on who fate pairs you with—sometimes even a mix of both. For some, the connection becomes a source of strength, while others exploit it as a means of power over those without one. After all, not every Jedi is granted a soulmate, and even when they are, their partner is rarely another Jedi. Instead, soulmates often come from outside the Order, adding complexity to an already delicate dynamic.

Jedi are strictly forbidden from forming attachments with anyone outside the Order, a rule that often complicates the soulmate bond. The Grand Master holds firm to the belief that such relationships pose a threat, potentially leading a Jedi toward the dark side of the Force. While this notion might seem far-fetched or overly cautious, history has proven otherwise. Past transgressions have shown how love and loyalty can cloud judgment, and as the saying goes, history has a way of repeating itself.

For many years, soulmates were strictly forbidden among the Jedi, even if two individuals felt the natural pull of such a bond. The Council believed that any attachment, even one between Jedi, could lead to dangerous emotional entanglements. That all changed years ago, during my father Qui-Gon Jinn's time as a Padawan. It was during this period that the Order, in a rare moment of leniency, allowed Jedi to acknowledge and embrace their soulmates. This decision paved the way for him to meet my mother, forever altering the course of his life—and mine.

My mother passed away during childbirth, and all I know of her comes from stories told by others. They describe her as a beautiful soul and a remarkably powerful Jedi. Beyond that, I know little about her. My memories of my father, Qui-Gon Jinn, are only slightly clearer. He died when I was just nine years old, leaving me with only fragments of moments to hold onto. Still, I knew more about him than I did about her.

What I do know is that they both loved me deeply—my father, especially. He often told me how much I reminded him of her, particularly in my personality. After his passing, his Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi, stepped into my life as a protective older brother, helping to care for me until I was assigned a master. That master was Yoda, who quickly became a father figure to me, offering the guidance and support I desperately needed in those early years.

Of course, I was always beyond excited at the thought of meeting my soulmate—eager to understand firsthand the connection my father had shared with my mother. I dreamed of experiencing that same profound bond for myself. But at the same time, I couldn't ignore the reality: depending on who you're paired with, soulmates can be vastly overrated.

Especially if it's Anakin Skywalker.

A/N— Hello, my babies! Lookie here! The prologue of Anything but you! As always, give your feedback in the comments! I hope you guys enjoyed it! I love you all!

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #anything but you #soulmates au #anakin skywalker au #star wars x reader #star wars fanfiction

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wakeup01 · 11 months ago

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The Shorts, Like, Maketh The Man

The black shorts were just laying there, hanging off the empty bench. I know, I know. But I wasn’t usually the type to pick up sweaty used clothing in the street, but there was something drawing me to them. Calling out to me. They weren’t really my style even, clearly gym shorts for the sort of person who spends at least an hour a day looking in the mirror. I’d never even set foot in a gym. But still, they were…nice. The polyester material felt good in my hand. Silky. There was clearly some text on the back of them but I was too excited to bother reading it. Maybe I could have them? It didn’t seem like the owner wanted them anymore anyway. I look around for any onlookers and quietly take them, stuffing them away in my pocket.

I wanted to try them on. Needed to. Finding a secluded area, I remove my trousers and pull the smooth fabric up my unimpressive legs. They felt incredibly good around my waist, like they were made for me. There was a warmth radiating from them. Mmff. They seem to press against…all the right places. Clinging to my skin. I catch myself letting out a soft moan, my face blushing red at hearing the sound. Maybe I should take them off, it would be weird to walk home in someone else’s—someone…some..one. Mine. They were my shorts. I leave the baggy trousers behind and step out into the street, an extra boost of confidence in my step.

While I’m walking my body feels slightly off, as if my weight distribution had shifted. Each foot forward felt heavier, stronger. People start to turn and gaze at me. I catch a glimpse of my chunky arms; were they always that veiny? Huh. I see my reflection strutting in a shop window and freeze on the spot. What on earth? There was a completely different person staring back at me. He was sexy as all hell. I looked like a utter gymrat. I touch my sharp, smooth jaw and run my fingers over my harsh buzzed hair. The visage in the reflection copies my exact movements, a large, self assured smirk set on their face. Curious, I lift the hem of my t-shirt. Woah! I was completely jacked! You could sharpen a blade on these abs.

Somehow I had gained pounds of lean muscle in a matter of minutes and my skin had been tanned a luscious golden hue. Certainly, I wasn’t about to complain about this turn of events. Maybe I should pick up discarded clothes more often!

Fuck, my body was li—like, fit. Just check it out. I pull out my phone and take a selfie. Okay. Maybe several selfies. Fine, maybe it was a couple dozen. Who gives a fuck when you look this hot. I didn’t even care about the pedestrians walking past and staring. They SHOULD stare. Admire this prize. This TROPHY. I was in peak form from head to toe. The shiny shorts accentuated my thick, meaty legs perfectly.

My eyes suddenly catch the time on my phone, pulling me out of my shameless self obsession. Damn, at this rate I was gonna be late for Daddy. Wait. Daddy? That’s not right, I wasn’t…

Ugh. My mind felt all jumbled up, like a finished jigsaw puzzle suddenly dropped to the floor. Pieces scattered. It was…I needed to…Daddy! Like, of course. After all, I was just a trophy boy. HIS trophy. An accessory for him to show off. Sculpting my body just how daddy likes it; my muscles existed for his enjoyment. Not that I didn’t enjoy them too…hmm.

My head hurt. Fuck. Was that right? No, I couldn’t be just some brainless boy toy. Now it made sense why the owner abandoned these damn shorts. Shit, It was altering my mind. I was becoming…I needed to remove these—mmff. But right then I feel the shorts squeeze on my bulge. It felt incredible! I shouldn’t, but I never, like, you know, wanted it to stop. My sensitive cock pulsed, thickening while stretching across the fabric. Ahhh! I grin inanely as pre drips down my leg. Like, yeah. Da—daddy loved his boy all hard. He loved when I did as he instructed. A pretty plastic toy to pose and play with. I was so proud to be his. Yes, I was his; body and mind. Like, how did I forget? I can be such an air-headed ditz sometimes. It’s a good thing Daddy also likes his twunky boys dumb; dumb, vapid and full of cum. I was good at those things. Huhuhuh.

I turn around - biting my lip - and look at my tight rear. The shorts thin fabric was digging between the two round globes. ‘Daddy’s Trophy’ was emblazoned on the back, across my cheeks. Mmff. I give my butt a light slap and watch it jiggle. I happily let out a pleasurable moan; it made me feel nice that everyone would know what I am. Explaining it was like, soo difficult and stuff. Daddy says I shouldn’t stress my pretty little head over such complex things. Uhhh. Anyway, these shorts were his favourite, all his boys wore them. He loved watching me dutifully clean the house in them. Or working out in them. Or obediently fucking him in them. Or being fucked…bouncing on his lap.

Oh right! I just remembered! I was supposed to meet him. Sir wanted to finalise our arrangement, there was one last thing to change before I could sign that dull agreement. His trophy boys were always blond. Blond and basic. Huhu. Just like I was about to be.

#brainwashing #transformation #gay #twunk

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n7lebron · 3 months ago

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It took a while but here it is, Master Grade Gundam Barbatos! Only my second master grade and I decided to go out of my way and hand paint all of it. From the frame to the armor and weapons and even picking up the p-bandai expansion set and painting some of that too (a set I do plan to finish and post about eventually). And it was a lot! A little overwhelming at times and definitely is not something I'll do regularly at this scale but was so worth it in the end.

It has only been a couple of years since I started this hobby and being able to get this kind of finish was a bit of a dream for me then. There's still room for improvement and part of that will come with more experience, but seeing what a difference just a year of painting kits can make has me genuinely excited to keep going.

Now how about the actual kit though...

The bare frame is probably my favorite part of the kit and also is where most of the actual build is. Even unpainted it's so nice to look at and pose, it is such a treat to build up what's practically the skeleton of an action figure. Obviously though painting it takes it to a whole other level, as I did here with metallic paints from Mr. Hobby Aqueous and Tamiya. It's just a real joy seeing all the wires and pistons contrasted with the frame, especially on the backside. I was almost ready to leave it as is without the armor it's so good, but it is Gundam Barbatos and not just a Gundam frame so we continue with…

The armor! Nothing too different from the original gundam colors though. Some slightly altered base colors here, a few off-white panels there, some messy panel lines because I didn't rescribe the lines partially out of laziness, but overall I'm very happy with how it came out. Probably the most accidentally impressive thing to me was all of the white being so smooth, minus a couple of spots. Even now looking at the kit in my hand I don't entirely know how I did that with a brush. I will always recommend the Mr. Hobby Aqueous paints in general but definitely for hand painting specifically. It has the benefits of being very easy to work with like water based acrylics and being more durable than those too. But let's not forget about...

The weapons! Only a bit more interesting here, as they're mostly metallic, using all of the same colors as the frame as well as some new ones. The body of the smoothbore gun is, like the other colors, a slight deviation from the color guide. At first I wasn't sure if the copper (Tamiya's XF-28 Dark Copper) on the sword edge was going to be too much, thinking maybe I should've used a silver like the pile bunker on the mace, but I think it works well and helps the sword stand out from the rest of the loadout.

After all that the only thing missing is a top coat, which I haven't done yet because summer weather in NC can be real wet. So for now it'll have to go without one. But I'm not upset about it, other than the three primary colors being glossy it's like it doesn't even need one and looks great as is so I may skip it entirely. We'll see, next time though I'm go back to doing a few high grades starting with some more G-Witch p-bandai kits! Hope you enjoy! ✌🏼

#gunpla #gundam #model kit #plamo #master grade #gundam barbatos #iron blooded orphans

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delzinrowe · 10 months ago

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Aftermath - Kento Nanami

WORD COUNT: ~4.2K WARNINGS: Some minor & major alterations to Shibuya Arc! No Culling Games in this fic. Otherwise no serious warnings. F!Reader SUMMARY: Three days after the Shibuya Incident in the midst of the aftermath Y/N is trying to sort out her emotions and deal with what happened. A/N: Feedback is always appreciated! If you want to be tagged in upcoming fics/drabbles, please let me know!!! Thank you, and enjoy <3 Considering there are alterations to Shibuya: PLEASE, keep your replies/comments spoiler free, to ensure the unaltered enjoyment of other readers. Thank you!

Curses had claimed Shibuya. Half the district was gone, reduced to ashes and debris. Thousands of human lives were eradicated, leaving nothing but pain and emptiness in the hearts of those who miraculously survived the tragedy.

The remaining sorcerers tried their best to evacuate those who lived too close to the newly created wastelands of Tokyo. There was no telling how long it would take to get rid of all the curses, if that was even possible. Therefore saving and protecting all non-sorcerers had priority.

Within record time Y/N had scouted through the rackages in search of any survivors and brought them to Shoko for treatment. It was a tiring task, not only physically but mentally. Seeing the devastating destruction caused by Sukuna, Kenjaku and the countless curses truly took a toll on everyone.

All it took was a few hours to save all the survivors. But this small win was overshadowed by the carnage left behind. Every sorcerer had returned to the Tokyo Jujutsu High grounds, even the ones from Kyoto decided to stay. Considering the immediate threat posed by the countless curses roaming the streets it was the most logical decision for everyone to stay and aid the Tokyo sorcerers.

Many of the sorcerers made it their daily mission to eradicate as many curses as they possibly could, it was their way of dealing with the losses. Among those was Y/N. After the incident she focused all her attention on the vile creatures, spending every minute on the battlefield. As one of the teachers at Jujutsu High she had always made it her priority to keep everyone safe. If going on a rampage and killing curses left and right was the only way for her to ensure no one else would be hurt, so be it.

Just after killing the last of the evil spirits in front of her she fell to her knees. The exhaustion of the past few days took over her body, but she fought against it.

“You can’t keep going like this, Y/N.” Nanami Kento’s voice sounded from a bit further away, as his feet slowly carried him closer to her kneeling form. The blonde sorcerer seemed exhausted as well, carrying scars and injuries from the massacre days ago.

“Sure I can. I have to.” She responded, but her words didn’t hold as much strength as she had intended. And when she stood up she realised how much her body trembled.

“When was the last time you slept?” He inquired with this slightly disappointing tone that made her feel aggravated all too quickly.

“For your information I slept last night.” By now he was standing before her, watching with eagle eyes as she brushed the dirt off her clothes.

“How many hours?” His question earned him an eye-roll in response. Why did he feel the need to act like this right now when he knew the current situation better than anyone.

She refrained from answering, knowing fully well that in her agitated state she might say something spiteful or mean that she’d regret later on.

“You cannot keep this up.” His voice now held a more stern tone as he tried desperately to get through to her. However, the more he tried to reason with her the more she resisted.

“I’m not a child, Kento, I can take care of myself. Thank you.” She had never raised her voice at him like this before, but his nagging really was not what she needed right now. While she knew that it came from a good place, it fell on deaf ears. She had lost too many people, had watched close friends be slaughtered like pigs in front of her.

“Obviously you can’t!” He yelled back at her when she had already turned on her heel.

“You’re a teacher, don’t you think you should be a role model to your students?” Y/N couldn’t see it but she knew that he wore a pleading expression on his face, simply with the way his voice sounded almost desperate to get through to her.

“I am!” Was all she shouted back at him before walking further away, out of his field of vision. She had to get away from him right now even if she knew that he only meant well.

Didn’t he understand that she needed this? That she needed to exorcize as many curses as she could? That she needed to make these streets safer for everyone?

Nanami knew her better than anyone. And he knew that she needed this, but not ‘to make the streets safer’. Not because Exorcizing curses was the simple job of a sorcerer.

No. Y/N needed this for herself more than anything.

Once she had walked further away, when she was out of earshot, she once more collapsed, physically and mentally. She dropped to her knees, not caring that the tiny stones on the ground would leave marks on her knees even through her pants, and balled her hands into fists. She made no attempts in stopping the tears that started filling her eyes, eventually rolling down her cheeks and dropping onto the ruined ground, which once was a bustling street filled with life.

Minutes passed in which Y/N cried without a care in the word if anyone saw her. The overwhelming guilt she felt caused her chest to tighten and burn as if it was on fire.

“Survivor’s Guilt”, is what Shoko had called it when she patched up Y/N’s injuries. “It’s the belief that you did something wrong by surviving when others didn’t.”, she explained it further. Y/N knew that it wasn’t rational to feel like this, but what did that help when she was convinced on a deeply emotional level that by surviving she truly did do something wrong.

“It’s not fair. So many talented and skilled people died, but I survived. Why? It’s just not fair…” She had argumented, but Shoko was quick to smack the back of her head, effectively capturing her full attention. The healer had made it clear to her that she didn’t survive for nothing, that people still needed her. It was enough to give Y/N at least some mental strength, but as soon as she had left Shoko’s infirmary she fell into the habit of not eating, not sleeping and using all her time to hunt down every cursed spirit she could find.

Y/N wasn’t sure how much time had passed, it couldn’t have been more than half an hour, considering the sun was pretty much still at the same spot in the sky. She frankly didn’t care all too much about it either way.

After wiping lazily over her face she finally stood up, skillfully ignoring that her knees felt like dough and her legs trembled. It simply did not matter, she felt as if nothing mattered. At the same time everything mattered.

By now she deeply regretted snapping at Nanami, he was the least person to deserve that. He had always been some sort of role model to Y/N. His moral code in keeping children safe and not letting the youth experience any misery greatly inspired her to become a teacher at Jujutsu High.

She decided to apologise when she saw him next. He’d understand her, she was sure of it. For now she just wanted to get out of here. Her strength was decreasing due to lack of sleep and nutrition. As skilled and talented as she was, she wasn’t arrogant enough to believe she could take on multiple high grade curses in her current status.

Her walk back to the next operating public transportation wasn’t short, giving her plenty of time to think of the exact words she wanted to tell Nanami during her apology and how she’d explain herself. Even though she knew that his maturity wouldn’t expect her to explain anything. He surely knew how she felt. She guessed that he was ridden with the same form of guilt that plagued her mind and heart.

Y/N paid it no mind to the unamused glares and frowns of disapproval she received from strangers on the train. She knew that the blood stains and tears in her clothes were bound to attract the attention of non-sorcerers. Sometimes she’d even jump at the chance to horrify some particularly judgmental bystanders.

“Don’t worry, it’s not my blood.” She’d muse in an assuring tone of voice while showing a smile that seemed far too friendly. Every time, without exception, it would earn a wide-eyed stare.

However, today she was not in the mood to provoke anyone. She settled for mindlessly watching the passing landscape, it was all a blur to her unfocused eyes. Only when the mechanical voice announced the next stop was she ripped out of her thoughts. Due to a quick message she had sent when she stepped into the wagon she was greeted with Ijichi’s soft smile.

The tone between the two had always been kind and casual, almost friendly, which was something Y/N deeply appreciated. Other assistants sometimes didn’t dare to pursue a friendship with sorcerers, especially higher grades. They claimed it was due to professionalism, but the truth was that the assistants didn’t want to get attached to someone who’d end up dying well before their time.

Ijichi, in his gentlemanly behaviour, held open the car door for Y/N. Behind his nervous smile was a wave of worry when he glanced at the countless cuts and bruises that littered her body. The dried up blood as well as the torn clothes only added to his inner turmoil. Yet, every time he brought up his concerns for her wellbeing she shot him down with a lazy attempt at reassurance. It never worked.

“Has Yuji-kun already talked to you?” He asked with an almost cautious tone after he slipped into the driver’s seat and ignited the engine. Through the rear view mirror he could see how she furrowed her brows in confusion. It was enough of an answer for him.

“He mentioned that he was looking for you.” Ijichi explained further but Y/N only shook her head.

“I’ll find him when I’m at Jujutsu Tech. Thanks for telling me.”

After these words the remainder of the drive was spent in silence. It wasn’t unusual for rides with assistants to be quiet. Most trips with Ijichi however, were spent chatting about missions and the current state of affairs.

This time the assistant kept quiet. Perhaps because he wasn’t fully well yet either. Shoko had only allowed him to operate the car he was currently driving. Everything else was strictly off limits to prevent him from overworking. A trait shared by seemingly everyone and their mother in the sorcerer society.

The two of them reached the school grounds quickly and while absent-mindedly muttering a “Thank you.” Y/N stepped out of the car, heading straight towards Shoko’s infirmary to get her wounds treated.

The eerie silence in her mind, surrounded by the noise of nature in the form of birds chirping and leaves rustling, were all that filled the air, but not for long. Before she even made it halfway to her destination she was suddenly stopped by a voice yelling her name from a bit further away. It was a voice she had come to know well.

“What’s up, Yuji?” She asked as she turned towards him. The boy stopped a few feet away, despite seemingly running he was barely out of breath.

“Y/L/N-Sensei, you’re not forgetting about later right?” The pink haired boy almost seemed timid and hesitant but Y/N didn’t read into it. There was no reason for something like that at a time like this.

“About the little get-together later? I won’t forget, Yuji.” She had to force a little smile onto her lips as she reassured him. It seemed to be all the young student wanted to talk about as he quickly nodded and shot her a smile, that seemed far too out of place for the mindset she surrounded herself with at the moment, before he turned around and disappeared into the direction he came from.

Y/N didn’t like that Gojo was throwing a get-together at a time like this, just days after a devastating tragedy that caused pain and loss to so many people. Yet, another part of her could understand it somehow. Even though he acted like an idiot at times, she knew his heart was at the right place. She figured quickly that he wanted to bring them all together to strengthen the bond of the remaining sorcerers, ultimately making it easier to rely on each other. Perchance he even had a plan to deal with the curses, and most of all, the curse user formerly known as Geto Suguru.

With all this in her mind she finally made her way to Shoko. The breeze, that was far too warm for this time of the year, went by her without any recognition. All she could do was try not to get lost in her thoughts, her planned apology to Nanami still lingering in the back of her mind.

“You’re looking great again…” Shoko’s voice was filled to the brim with sarcasm.

“Thanks, always a pleasure to see you.” Y/N attempted to respond with the same level of mockery as she rolled her eyes, but her tone sounded more annoyed than anything else.

“Is that why you’re making it a habit to visit every day with new injuries? Y/N, you can’t keep doing that.” It was uncommon for the (now again) heavy smoker to show this level of concern for others. She was well aware that her fellow sorcerers could handle themselves well.

“Damn, I heard that before.” This time Y/N’s words were dripping with sarcasm. There was no ill-will in her voice, but Shoko immediately realised that she had more luck getting through a wall than her patient’s thick skull. With a sigh she simply decided to drop the subject.

Only mere minutes later all of Y/N’s injuries were healed, or at least taken care of and she left Shoko’s infirmary after voicing her gratitude.

“Should I pick you up later, or..?” Y/N didn’t answer the question that was yelled after. She heard it, but she wouldn’t acknowledge it. Why would it matter if Shoko picked her up for the stupid get-together? It came as a surprise that Shoko even cared about one of Gojo’s plans.

The sky had cleared up within the past minutes, allowing the sun to shine down on the scenery and dipping the landscape in a plethora of orange hues. However, the colour spectacle went unnoticed by Y/N, whose feet carried her to her assigned room. Out of courtesy, or rather practicality, the higher-ups had decided to offer the empty dormitories to the remaining few sorcerers. Considering the school was protected by barriers, this served as a means to keep them safe more so than goodwill.

Time passed by quickly, or maybe it didn’t, but Y/N was simply too caught up in her own thoughts. She could feel herself being dragged down once more, spiralling into the depths of her sorrow. She thought that maybe as soon as she reached the room the thoughts would dissipate, but nothing of that sort happened.

Seemingly like a zombie trapped in her own mind she undressed herself, showered, dried herself off and changed into a set of clean clothes. She settled for the only black dress she wore. Taking into account the circumstances it felt fitting to wear black, even if Gojo would possibly find a way to bring colour into everything.

Maybe this get-together was exactly what everyone needed right now. Maybe this was a chance to reconnect and move on. Maybe, just maybe, Gojo’s idea wasn’t too bad.

After checking the clock on her phone for the nth time Y/N to get going. Arriving early was always fashionable, wasn’t it? Besides, she knew that Nanami, as much as he disliked these gatherings, would most probably be there early as well. She’d simply take the time to talk to him and apologise. This way she had a chance of enjoying the rest of the late afternoon, possibly even with Nanami next to her.

And wouldn’t you know it, just like she had predicted, the blonde sorcerer stood outside the venue, glancing at the watch on his wrist. To no one’s surprise he wore the same white suit as always. He likely owned it multiple times to make dressing up in the morning easier, a simple fact she had never cared to think about before. Now it almost seemed hilarious to her. Nonetheless there was a frown on her lips. Knowing that she had to act like a responsible grown up and apologise for her earlier outburst left a bitter taste in her mouth.

“Kento! Hey.” She greeted him almost hesitantly, if he noticed the nervousness in her voice he didn’t show it. He simply greeted her back while turning towards her.

“Can I talk to you about earlier this morning?” What a stupid way to have phrased it. Of course she could, she evidently had the ability to do so. Internally she scolded herself instantly over her choice of words.

“If you want to apologise, there’s no need for it, Y/N.” Here he went again, being the ever considerate and thoughtful person she knew him as. The expression on his face was almost soft, something he only showed around a small number of people, which she considered herself lucky to be a part of.

Before she even had the chance to respond to him he spoke up once more, prompted by the uncertainty shown on her features.

“I’m serious. It’s a difficult time for everyone, we’re all on edge. It’s alright.” Nanami uttered with a tone so full of understanding that it almost blew her away. Then again, despite him being the youngest of the adult sorcerers, he had always been the most mature one and the voice of reason.

For a few short minutes a comfortable silence was shared between the two, until Y/N glanced over his white suit and remembered her train of thought from before.

“You decided to keep wearing that same white suit? Don’t you have anything different to wear?” Y/N’s almost playful glance revealed the nature of her words, there was no malice or ill-intent. She prided herself on being the only one who could get him to engage in conversations in a light-hearted manner.

“Why? Don’t you think it looks handsome?” Nanami’s response came quickly, eliciting a chuckle from her.

“Oh, it definitely does.” She replied back, unable to help herself from chuckling once more as she saw the slight smile forming on his lips. At this very moment it almost felt like nothing bad had ever happened.

“Y/N, there is one thing you have to do for me.” Nanami spoke up once again. Y/N didn’t pay too much attention to his somewhat more seriously sounding tone, that was simply his nature.

“You can't keep me from getting absolutely shitfaced drunk.” If this get-together was anything like Gojo’s previous festivities there would be an unlimited amount of alcohol provided. Even if the host of these gatherings never drank an ounce of it himself.

When Nanami didn’t respond or smile at her quick remark she straightened her posture and looked at him expectantly.

“You have to forgive yourself for everything that went down the other day.” He continued then, judging by his tone it was clear as day what exactly he was referring to.

Without any sort of warning a wave of guilt washed over Y/N. Her chest tightened at the reminder of how many lives were lost, how many people she couldn’t save. The destruction was terrible. But it wasn’t the source of her pain. Involuntarily her mind wandered to the corpses which had littered the grounds of the Shibuya station. Her lips started to quiver but she was determined not to give in to the tears. No other word was needed, no clarification or elaboration. She knew what he meant.

Nanami didn’t rush her in her response, instead he gave her all the time she needed by waiting patiently. Something she was thankful for, even if he was the only reason she needed time in the first place.

Y/N hardly noticed when the index finger of her right hand started to scrape at her thumb’s cuticle. Her head was turned away, gaze averted from him. A part of her knew that she had to forgive herself. In fact, she knew that there wasn’t anything to forgive herself for since she had done everything in her powers to save as many people as she could. She had done enough. But her heart did not agree with her head. In her heart she had failed the people of Tokyo. She had failed her fellow sorcerers. She had failed herself.

“You can be really annoying sometimes.” She responded after what seemed like forever, allowing a deep sigh to leave her lungs. ‘Mostly when you’re the voice of reason’, she added in her thoughts bitterly while turning her gaze back to him.

“Yes. Maybe.” His words of agreement were simultaneously out of place and so very typical for him, at least when he was with her. It was enough for her to crack an unwanted smile.

She breathed in deeply, once, twice, and another time.

“Okay.” She finally answered his previous request. Both of them knew that Y/N needed more time to actually forgive herself, but it was a step in the right direction. It was an unspoken promise that she’d attempt to do this for him.

Nanami only responded with a proud nod, barely mouthing the word “Good.”

The quick change in atmosphere had almost caused her heart to beat irregularly. A silence hung over them, but this time it was heavier than before.

Y/N needed to shift the mood again, she needed to uplift not only his spirit, but also her own. She knew that otherwise she’d be glum and gloomy during Gojo’s get-together. There had been too much tragedy within a short time, a killjoy was definitely not what any of the sorcerers needed.

“Since you’re forced to attend this get-together, when are you gonna start complaining?” She chuckled, a little forced anyways, as she asked the blonde sorcerer.

“Complaining about what?” It was Shoko’s voice that sounded from behind Y/N, making her turn around and face the healer with a smile. Although Shoko was never full of energy and happiness, she seemed even more dispirited than ever.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “You know, about Gojo’s obnoxious attitude, about our tone deaf singing when we get drunk, about music that’s way too loud. The whole thing, really.” It seemed obvious to her that Nanami wouldn’t enjoy any of these things.

Shoko’s brows furrowed, her head tilted ever so lightly and her lips pursed.

“Where do you think we are?” She asked Y/N. A question like this would usually have resulted in the female sorcerer chuckling and replying in an amused tone. However, something about Shoko’s tone made her hesitate.

Y/N turned around towards Nanami once more, ready to smile at him.

Except, he wasn’t there anymore.

In a split second Y/N’s entire world came crashing down on her as the realisation set in that he had never been there in the first place. Images of her fights in Shibuya flashed before her eyes. Imagines consisting of sorcerers dying in front of her because she had been too slow.

A ringing set in her ears, intensifying with each memory that surfaced. The sound became stronger when she remembered finding Nanami again amidst the chaos and rubble of the destroyed Tokyo district. She had watched him fight, she had yelled after him, she had attempted to reach him and aid him.

Y/N swallowed hard, slowly turning towards Shoko again. Her chest tightened enough to leave her breathless. With a bitter smile on her face she lowered her gaze. Reluctantly she forced herself to walk, taking one painful step at a time towards the row of outdoor chairs that were neatly set up in front of the closed casket.

She had saved lives and exorcised many curses in Shibuya. She helped search for survivors and consoled the ones that were left behind after the losses.

Alas, the only thing she would forever remember about that night was how she witnessed Nanami dying right in front of her, when she had been too slow to save him.

Without any form of communication she sat down on one of the chairs in the first row, right in front of Nanami’s picture.

She was soon joined by Shoko who sat down next to her, placing a warm hand on her thigh and rubbing it assuringly. The gesture went unnoticed by Y/N, whose eyes were focused on all the little details she could make out on the picture atop the casket. Details that blurred more and more when her eyes filled with tears upon realising that it was all an illusion.

The arguments, the smiles, the quick light-hearted banter she shared with the blonde man during these last few days. It was nothing more than a beautiful hallucination.

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niki-phoria · 2 years ago

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hello! can i req enhypen x older,tallerm!reader

the reader is one of the backup dancers during the bite me choreograph! it could either be the reader is a consistent backup dancer or a was invited as a surprise! additionally, the reader could also be the choreographer and use the members as example of how to do certain moves? then it could be based on the boys reaction to it? tysm! but this could be altered, based on your liking :)

⋆｡°✩ enha reaction - their bf being a dancer for "bite me"

includes: established relationship, use of hyung, these get progressively shorter oops

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

older/taller male reader (he/him pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ heeseung

(word count 207)

“heeseung,” you call, gesturing for him to join you in the center of the room. despite his initial surprise, he stands up from his previous position of sitting on the floor to stand beside you. “you’ve been helping me and niki make the choreography. will you help me demonstrate the partner section?”

“okay,” he nods despite his slight embarrassment.

you give his hand a reassuring squeeze before you move to get into position, standing just in front of him. heeseung’s hand remains gingerly resting against your waist as you effortlessly twist around each other, moving together with ease.

heeseung smirks slightly when you raise your hand up to rest just underneath his chin as you both finish the dance. you hold the ending pose for a few seconds, staring deep into each other’s eyes before a voice cuts through the silence. “go heeseung-hyung!” niki playfully cheers.

the other boy’s are quick to join in, teasingly yelling out their own praise and applause. “please don’t flirt with the dancers!”

“you did well!”

you laugh at the thinly veiled teasing from your friends, stepping back slightly. despite their protesting, heeseung is quick to catch your waist, pulling you down into a sweet kiss before you pull back for good.

⋆｡°✩ jay

(word count 210)

jay narrows his eyes as he watches you practice the bite me choreography once again. you can nearly feel his glare burning holes into you as your partner drags her fingertips up along your chest until she reaches your neck. your hand just barely touches her lower back to support her as she throws her head back.

“y/n-hyung,” jay calls after what feels like an eternity of watching you dance so sensually with a woman. a small part of him is relieved when you immediately step away from your partner to walk over to him. jay’s arm immediately wraps around your waist, just barely slipping underneath the hem of your shirt to rest against your bare skin. “are you sure you’re okay with the choreography? it’s very… sexy.”

“i don’t mind,” you shake your head, though you don’t miss the way he tugs you slightly closer. you stifle a chuckle as you reach over to cup his cheek, tilting his face to look up at you. “are you jealous?”

jay contemplates for a second before relenting with a small sigh. “only a little,” he murmurs. you simply chuckle, pulling him into a kiss. jay reaches up to cup your cheek, letting your worries disappear as he deepens the kiss.

⋆｡°✩ jake

(word count 209)

“have you finished the choreography for bite me yet?” jake asks as you slide down the wall to sit on the ground beside him. he passes you a cold bottle of water as you pant slightly to catch your breath.

you hum, shifting as you turn to fully face him. jake leans backwards against the wall. “niki and i finished polishing the chorus a few days ago and we got approval for it about an hour after you left.”

“really?” you chuckle as jake sits up beside you. his eyes light up in excitement - much like a puppy. “you have to give me a spoiler.”

“okay,” you chuckle with a soft smile tugging at your lips. “but only because you’re so cute.”

jake smiles brightly as you pull him to his feet, guiding him into the center of the room. your voices blend together as you hum the melody of the chorus, running through the first few steps of the dance.

his face flushes slightly as you kneel down in front of him before running your hands up his chest to gently grab his neck. “wow,” he whispers. jake’s hand wraps around your waist, holding you in place. “you’re incredible,” he murmurs, pulling you down into a searing kiss.

⋆｡°✩ sunghoon

(word count 186)

“y/n, do you wanna help me demonstrate?” your choreographer calls.

you hope your face doesn’t show how flustered the sudden attention is as you nod, walking towards the center of the room. she positions her body slightly in front of her own, counting out the beats as you begin marking the dance.

you can feel sunghoon’s glare on you each time her hands ghost against your body. his eyebrows furrow slightly and he tenses at how sensually you maneuver around each other.

“good,” your choreographer smiles as you finish the partner portion of the dance. “thanks y/n.”

you simply nod, slinking back to your spot on the ground next to sunghoon. instead of reaching over to hold your hand like he usually does, sunghoon wraps his arm fully around your waist, tugging you close so your body is nearly completely pressed against his.

“hoon?” you whisper. you can’t help a small chuckle from escaping you, making him turn to look at you. “are you jealous?”

“...maybe.” he finally replies.

you shake your head in amusement, leaning your head against his chest. “you shouldn’t be.”

⋆｡°✩ sunoo

(word count 198)

“hyung?” you finish taking a sip of your water before setting the bottle aside to focus your attention fully on sunoo. the practice room door occasionally slams shut as people continue to filter out of the room, exhausted after a full day of dancing. “will you stay behind with me? i think i need some more practice.”

“of course,” you nod. you ignore the way that your knees ache as you stand up, waiting for everyone else to leave before joining him in the center of the room. “is there any part you want help with in particular?”

“i need some help with the chorus,” he sighs. “i just want to run through it a few more times. i’m having trouble remembering a few of the steps.”

“okay.” your hand ghosts against sunoo’s waist as you move into the correct position.

you stifle a small chuckle at the way a light flush spreads across his face. you move your hand up to his neck, tilting his face so he’s looking up at you. “pay attention,” you tease.

“hyung,” he whines. you laugh, leaning down to press a quick kiss against the crown of his head before you begin.

⋆｡°✩ jungwon

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“before we begin, we have another dancer joining us.” jungwon stands up slightly straighter, wanting to make the best impression on their newest coworker. he can see a few of the other members do the same as the heavy practice room cracks open.

jungwon’s eyes widen as you step inside. you’re wearing an oversized t-shirt that hangs loosely off of your frame and a pair of his sweatpants. your freshly-washed hair frames your face nicely, though he’s sure it’ll be ruined by the end of the day.

“hello,” you softly smile when your eyes meet his as you quickly bow in greeting. “i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you all.”

you slip into position beside jungwon, stifling a chuckle at his wide eyes and flushed cheeks. he tunes out your choreographer as she gives her daily introduction, turning around to face you instead. “hyung? when did you get here?”

“i got the job a few days ago. today is my official first day.”

“and you didn’t tell me?”

“i wanted to surprise you,” you chuckle. “i look forward to working with you, wonie.” you reach over to grab his hand, quickly squeezing it in yours before you pull away to focus on the dance.

⋆｡°✩ niki

(word count 174) i'm so obsessed with this niki pic help

“i’ve been working on the chorus for bite me,” niki says as you set your water bottle aside.

“really?” he proudly nods, holding his hand out for you to take. you let the boy pull you up to your feet, softly smiling as he eagerly guides you to the center of the practice room. “it’s a partner section. i don’t think they’ll let us do it together on stage, but at least we can practice together.”

niki rests his hand against your hip as he moves your body into the correct position, counting out the beats as you follow his lead. his hand never leaves your waist, only making you more flustered at how sensual the choreography is.

your hand remains just under niki’s chin as you finish, keeping his face tilted upwards so he’s looking into your eyes. “you made this alone?”

niki hums. “do you like it?”

“it’s incredible, ki.” niki smiles as you lean in, pulling him into a sweet kiss. “i can’t wait to see you perform it on stage.”

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nowritingonthewall · 2 years ago

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Absolutely loved your 👶 and 💍 headcannons for Steven, not to mention Marc’s marriage headcannons. If you don’t mind, could you do 👶 headcannons with Jake and Marc (and possibly 💍 for Jake)?

Hello lovely Nonnie, here comes part two 🥰

!Content warning for pregnancy, parenthood, and past trauma!

Please be aware that I am neither an expert on DID nor on trauma.

Angsty because it’s Marc, but also fluffy because he deserves it.

👶 Family headcanons with Marc Spector (x female reader)

- When you first find out that you are pregnant, Marc is absolutely terrified of the idea of becoming a father. No matter how far he may have come on his healing journey, a part of him is still grappling with the guilt of not being able to save his little brother, while another part keeps telling him that he wasn’t able to protect Steven the way that he should have.

How could he, Marc Spector, who ruins the life of everybody that he gets in contact with, be trusted with the responsibility of taking care of something as precious and fragile and helpless as a newborn child? And what about when they grow up? What will happen if his child witnesses him being triggered into a melt down, what kind of pain will he inflict upon them if he isn’t able to control his rage and aggression in front of them? And his nightmare of all nightmares: What if he turns into his mother?

- So, while Steven dives straight into learning everything possible there is to know about pregnancy and child birth, as Jake launches ‘Project mission impossible: making your flat child safe’, Marc falls back on his instinct to retreat and let Steven and Jake be the fathers that your child deserves. Of course, neither you nor his alters are ready to accept that.

It’ll take a lot of love and patience to convince him how much he is worthy of being a father, but fortunately, he has got you and Steven and Jake to help and support him (and he doesn’t deserve any less).

- During the first few weeks of your pregnancy, he carefully avoids your bump as if he could hurt your unborn child just by touching it.

When his hand lands on your belly for the first time by pure accident and he can feel the little one reacting to him, it suddenly hits him in all its brutal force, the reality of it all and the small and precious little life growing inside of you. But before the rising panic can get a proper hold of him, you carefully lay a re-assuring hand over his, while you gently cup his face with your other hand and remind him how to breathe and that he wasn’t alone and that everything was going to be okay. When his breathing returns to normal, you ask him carefully whether he would like to see the first sonogram of his son. Not letting go of his hand, you wait until he nods ever so slightly before presenting him with the very first ultrasonic scan of your child. You can see a whole galaxy of emotions pass through his eyes before he looks back to you with a soft yet determined gentleness.

Marc is a protector. And while his unshakable need to protect the ones he loves may not erase his fears, it is certainly strong enough to pose a counterweight to be reckoned with. And you are there. And Steven. And Jake.

And maybe… just maybe… it is going to be okay…

- His protectiveness doesn’t only go through the roof; it flies right to the end of the universe and back again. You so much as think of lifting anything heavier than a cup of tea and he is at your side immediately, offering a helping hand. (He respects you way too much to simply take anything out of your hands, but he is always there to offer his help.)

At the slightest sign of you showing any discomfort, he’s there, with no need or wish of you being too ridiculous or too exhausting to fulfil. Even though he may struggle to put his feelings into words, his actions more than speak for themselves.

He would take all the pain from you, if only he could find a way to do so.

- Your sudden mood swings are particularly hard on him in the beginning. Every time you start to cry for no apparent reason, he defaults to assuming that he must have done something wrong. Even after Steven has had a long and detailed discussion with him about “those bleedin’ ‘ormones”.

Yet, no matter how much it may hurt himself to see you in discomfort and no matter how helpless he may feel upon having to watch you being in pain without being able to do anything to ease it, he swallows it all down, as he lies down with you, gently holding you and hugging you and stroking your back until you are feeling a little better.

- The first time that Marc finds himself completely alone with your son lying in front of him on the changing table, he struggles to fight against the all too familiar rising panic of doing something wrong.

As his son looks up at him with his bright and shining eyes, he can see Steven in them, his wonder and curiosity. He can see Roro in them, his innocence and admiration for his older brother. He remembers how his mother would shush him away harshly, whenever he wanted to help her take care of little Roro. As if he could hurt his little brother, simply by being there. And somehow it was always his fault whenever Roro started to cry.

But instead of starting to cry when Marc cradles his head with his warm protective hand ever so softly, his son squeals and kicks his little legs into the air, before trying to grab for Marc’s curls.

And then he can see himself. Innocent little Marc who never understood what he had done to deserve to be treated like that by his mother. Before he had given her a reason to hate him. And as his silent tears start to fall, Steven’s words are echoing through his mind, “It wasn’t your fault!”

With the excited babbling of his son bringing him back to the present, he begins to smile through his tears. One of those rare and real Marc smiles.

Placing the softest of kisses on his son’s forehead, he whispers, “Hey, little one. I am sorry that you’re stuck with me as your dad. But you’ve got the best mommy in the whole world and your other two dads are there to make sure that I don’t screw up, okay? And… I promise that I’m always gonna be there for you, little one!”

- In the beginning, Marc feels somewhat anxious about never knowing what to say to your little son (and later your daughter) and just chatter away like Steven would. He doesn’t really know any lullabies, either, because he can’t remember his parents ever singing to him and the memory of his mother singing to Roro is still too painful to explore. So at one point he starts to gently hum whatever melody comes to his mind and your little ones don’t seem to mind at all to be softly lulled to sleep by hard rock or metal melodies.

The first few times you catch him doing so, he immediately stops, all flustered and maybe even a little ashamed. So you start to listen from the next room, which may be a little sneaky, but you can’t resist that beautiful sound of his voice, gently floating through your flat like a soothing and nourishing balm for everything that is hurting in your mind and heart and soul.

One night, though, when the both of you are particularly exhausted and your son won’t stop crying, no matter how hard you try to soothe him, and you are fighting to get up again, Marc softly tells you to go back to sleep, even though he is hardly able to keep himself up on his own two feet himself. A few minutes later you find them on the coach, your little son curled up on Marc’s chest, his little fingers buried into the fabric of his dad’s shirt, slumbering peacefully as Marc keeps gently humming what happens to be your very favourite song. When he doesn’t stop upon noticing you standing in the doorway, you tiptoe over to them, carefully smooth a stray curl from his face and place a soft kiss to his forehead before whispering, “You’ve got a lovely voice, sweetie. May I join you?” Probably too tired to protest, he just smiles and nods, reaching out his arm for you to invite you to snuggle up to him.

So now, whenever you are the one who can’t sleep or you are just yearning for a little peace of mind, you ask Marc whether he could hum a little tune for you with that beautifully soothing voice of his. And he is always happy to hold you tight while softly lulling you to sleep.

- Marc prefers structured baby carriers to buggies and strollers. With his kids safely secured to him, it’s so much easier to keep his hands free for fighting off villains and potential kidnapping attempts. Even while constantly scanning your surroundings, he keeps checking on your kids every few seconds, making sure that they are still comfortable and their head doesn’t loll into a weird position. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the warm feeling that caresses your heart whenever you see his eyes soften as he looks down at your children in complete awe, the little wonder so close to his heart.

- Marc never leaves your little ones to cry on their own. Especially after you have reassured him that it is literally impossible to love and comfort a baby too much.

As soon as he hears the tiniest of sobs in the next room, he needs to check on them. Always careful, never overwhelming them with his protective yet calm manners, but always there in case they might need him. And your little ones know that he’ll be their safe haven as soon as they reach out their little arms for him.

Now and then he has to stifle a sob over how trusting your children are towards him. And even though you always notice, he usually acts as if it was nothing. But he’ll still allow you to pull him into a hug and melts into you as you gently stroke over his hair, placing a loving and knowing kiss on top of his head.

With every reassuring word from you, the raging screams of his mother in his mind are fading a little more and every time that his kids are reaching out for him with nothing but endless trust in their eyes, another wound in his heart begins to heal.

- Marc doesn’t let loose easily. Even though his frown is turned upside down a lot more frequently ever since your children came into your life, it still takes a lot for him to let down his guard. So you are more than a little surprised when you come home during your kids’ very first mummy wrap game that quickly turned into a full blown toilet paper battle and it’s actually Marc fronting and laughing until is beautiful eye crinkles are sprinkled with tears of happiness.

Instead of stern looks or even screams reprimanding him, he is met with the delighted squeals and giggles of his children, which are soon accompanied by your wonderful laughter. So he doesn’t stop until every piece of toilet paper is destroyed and you are all lying on the floor cuddled together for official peace talks. The moment that he properly takes in the mess and the first signs of guilt start to creep up on his face, you pull him closer and cover his face in soft little kisses so that those nasty feelings immediately surrender and retreat to where they came from.

- We know that Marc is the most ticklish one of your boys and he loves to draw those little giggles from your kids after finding out that gently tickling them is such a lovely way to make them smile again, whenever they seem close to crying (though he always goes through his little checklist to make sure that everything else is okay, first).

That is, until your kids become a little older and Jake sneakily teaches them how to tickle back. Your beloved cosy morning cuddle sessions with Marc and your little ones quickly turn into absolute mayhem after that.

- Marc has a hard time saying no to his children, unless there’s an immediate threat to their safety (and even then it breaks his heart to see their disappointed faces). Sometimes you come home to find him covered from head to toe in finger paint as your kids are discovering their artistic talents. Sometimes you find him with a hundred little tails and bows in his hair. And sometimes you just have to rescue him after being tied to a chair for hours.

- Marc used to love the original Star Wars trilogy when he was a kid. In fact, those were probably the only movies that came even close to rivalling his love for Tomb Buster. And despite all the pain that comes with remembering how he used to watch them with his little brother, re-discovering that universe with your children gives him a chance to balance those painful memories with more happy ones.

When your little family sits down in front of the tv to watch The Force Awakens for the very first time together, it doesn’t take long for your kids’ eyes to grow larger than the moon. As a certain dashingly handsome and brave flyboy appears on the screen, your son’s eyes dart to his dad. And he looks back at the screen. And he looks at his dad. And he looks back at the screen. And he looks at his dad. And he looks back at the screen. And he looks at his dad. And then he lowers his voice, whispering conspiratorially, “Dad, are you… are you a hero in disguise on a secret undercover mission?”

As you involuntarily snort into your tea, your daughter explains matter-of-factly, “Of course he’s a hero, dummy. That’s why there are never any monsters under our bed. Have you seen the size of the spider he caught in the kitchen yesterday?”

Needless to say who Marc has to disguise as for Halloween for the next couple of years. And your kids are very persistent in their opinion of believing that of all the boys, Marc is the one that resembles Poe the most. Even more so when you’re able to convince him to grow those poe-tic mini sideburns (which only takes, like, two days).

And after an exciting evening of guising (or trick-or-treating), he turns into an X-wing and carries his little rebels safely back home.

- Marc gives the warmest, most comforting and reassuring hugs imaginable. And your children never completely outgrow their longing for being welcomed by his open arms. Whether they just need a shoulder to cry on or a moment of really basking in the warmth of feeling unconditionally loved and cared for, completely safe as if nothing in the universe could ever hurt them.

His hugs were really born from his endless need to protect and comfort his children, while at the same time being convinced that anything he might say would only make things worse. So he had just hoped that your children would be able to feel at least a fraction of the love and care that he put into each of his hugs.

When your daughter gets her heart broken by a boy for the very first time and you aren’t home yet, he sits with her for hours, desperately trying to ignore all the things that he would like to do to that bastard. Just holding her close to his heart, gently stroking up and down her back. Answering each of her sobs with a soft kiss to her temple. Hugging her a little tighter whenever a new wave of tears begins to fall.

When her sobs begin to subside, she looks up at him, smiling through her tears, and gives him a heart-felt kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Dad!”

“What for, Sweetie?”

“For… well... you never try to talk me out of my shitty feelings. You just accept them and me, and… and… and are just there for me. And… I love you, Dad!”

Now it’s Marc that needs a hug. All this time he has thought that nothing he could try would ever be good enough. And now it looks like the parts of him that make him feel like failing his children the most are actually exactly what they seem to have needed all along.

He gets that hug and so much more when you find him on the couch that night, after having a long comforting session with your daughter yourself. And it seems like you know exactly what’s going through his mind. Somehow, you always know.

Wrapping your arms around him from behind, you slowly let your hands wander down his arms until your chin comes to rest on his shoulder and you can intertwine your hands with his.

“You’re a wonderful dad, Marc.”

“Yeah… because of Steven and Jake and you.”

“And you!” You gently cup his cheek and guide his head to make him look at you.

“Your children love you, Marc. We love you!”

Before his first sob can really break to the surface, you catch it with your wonderfully warm lips. Your own tears are threatening to fall when you can feel how easily he melts into your embrace. How readily he buries his face in the crook of your neck as if it was the most natural place for him to rest his head. How he completely trusts you to hold him and everything that he is carrying in his heart.

How so much of his pain and despair has turned into trust and love.

And maybe. Maybe it really is going to be okay.

#marc spector #moon knight #oscar isaac #marc spector x reader #marc x reader #marc spector x you #reader insert #fanfiction #chrissie tries to write #chrissie gifs #tw: pregnancy #tw: children #tw: parenthood #tw: trauma

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belltrigger · 2 months ago

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Submastober Day 26!

Inspiration: There's an older OC-tober prompt-list here that I am using.

Title: The Way He Looks Prompt: Temptation Word count: 878 Synopsis: Ingo is up to something, but Emmet can't quite tell what it is. But it's definitely something-!!

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Ingo had to know what he was doing. Emmet was certain of it. His older brother was smart and strategic, always aware of how he was perceived by others. It was of the utmost importance to Ingo that he exuded professionalism to all who interacted with him at work. To Ingo, he was part of the Subway, a function and a feature; people came to see Gear Station for the convenience and to battle the Subway Masters. If he didn't put one hundred percent into his work, then he was failing at his purpose.

Emmet didn't think of himself that way, at least not quite. Yes, it was an amazing honor to be a Master at Gear Station. Yes, he wanted to do justice to the position. But while Ingo was a piece of Gear Station, the Subway was a piece of Emmet. It was part of who he was, not vice versa. Maybe it was because of this slight difference between them that allowed him to be so sure of Ingo's intentions. Being as close as he was to Ingo, it was impossible for him to not notice. He even watched Ingo more closely for a while to be absolutely sure that it was happening.

Sure, they were identical twins. Sure, people had trouble telling them apart, especially if they covered their mouths. Sure, they mirrored each other's poses and took similar stances, even when they weren't exaggerating for the sake of 'Being the Twin Subway Masters' during a battle. Sure, they sometimes switched uniforms to really throw people off when they were feeling playful (Ingo was even the one who suggested it half the time). People could be forgiven for not noticing right away, especially if they didn't realize that Ingo was surely doing it on purpose.

Emmet just knew his brother. And the knowledge was driving him crazy, because he couldn't do anything about it while they were at work. And that's probably why Ingo was doing it.

Ingo was being, to put it bluntly, sexy at work.

Some could argue that black was a sleeker color to wear, and naturally added a certain appeal. They could say that wearing black was slimming and accentuated the figure better. But Emmet was smarter than those people! White was clearly the superior color (or lack thereof?) to wear and that wasn't what gave Ingo such a high threshold of sexiness. Ingo was purposefully and pointedly being alluring in his movements and general demeanor.

Ingo frequently put his fists behind the small of his back in a stance he considered to be the epitome of how a Station Master stood. They'd seen it in old videos and even picture books as children. Emmet did this too, of course, but Ingo defaulted to this stance often when he was watching over the platforms. Sometimes it was both fists, and other times it was only one with his other hand up to his chin in thought. But the way he had been doing it lately… it was as if he were trying to accentuate the curve of his back into his narrow hips. Emmet found his eyes drawn to the angles created every time Ingo did this.

Ingo also liked to salute when praising challengers or the Agents. Emmet, of course, did this too. Not only did it feel natural, but it gave them a bit of a cool look. But Ingo, in his quest to do… whatever his goal was, had taken to altering his salute just slightly. What made it most noticeable to Emmet, however, was that it only seemed to be when Ingo recognized that Emmet was watching. It was a softer salute than usual, not as crisp but still close enough to not draw the suspicion of others. Ingo's head was tilted faintly towards his hand, and his eyes closed halfway. Emmet wasn't sure what that gaze was about, but it felt loaded for sure.

There was one other thing that Ingo did often, but as Emmet was usually directly next to him, it had never drawn his attention before. Had their Master coats always looked like that from the back? When Ingo brought his hand up to his chin, elbow cupped with his other hand, it allowed his silhouette to be made entirely by their identical coats. A few steps behind Ingo like he was, Emmet couldn't help but watch the swish of his twin's hips as they traveled to their shared train to battle a pair of trainers.

Emmet wasn't sure exactly why Ingo had decided to be sexy at work lately but it sure was distracting! If Ingo truly was doing all of this on purpose, then he couldn't be mad that Emmet was always staring at him, right? Ingo would have to feel Emmet's eyes on him all the time since they were almost always together. It would be understandable that even Emmet would want to reach out and place his hands on Ingo's hips. Who could resist such a display when it was clear that Ingo wanted people to notice him?

On that note, Emmet never saw anyone else taking notice of Ingo's shenanigans (that was what Emmet decided to call it! Shenanigans!), so he didn't have to be jealous.

Yet.

#Submas #Submastober #Sbms #Bell Fic #RSSubmastober #blankshipping

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a-killer-obsession · 8 months ago

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Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 5 - Giftwrapped

You get Heat a present, and also do night watch. Things get a little messy.

WC: ~4k

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05

Nothing was as unsurprising as the splitting headache Heat woke up with the next day, laying in the damp sand on the beach with his head against a log and a half empty bottle of beer in his hand. This wasn't the first time he'd woken up like this after a Kid Pirates party and it wouldn't be the last time. He groaned and stood on wobbly feet, brushing the sand off his clothes. The beach was covered in pirates that would soon wake with equally grueling hangovers. Killer was already making his way through, waking them with kicks to the side, rolling some of them over with his boot. Breakfast duties had already been skipped, as they often were after a piss up, but the log pose was reset and it was time to get their shit together and set sail.

Killer called over to Heat as he made his way through the sleeping pirates. “Oi, go make sure Yin's all good will you? We're setting off soon”

“On it,” Heat yawned, throwing his bottle into the cold fire pit and heading to the ship. They were pirates after all, the thought of cleaning up the beach before they left didn't even cross their minds. He made his way up the gangplank and passed the working henchman who were preparing the ship to leave, through to the converted cabin where you slept.

He knocked on the door with a heavy rap of knuckles, but got no reply. “Oi, Yin, you alive in there?” No reply. “Yin?” Silence. “Okay this is your warning, cover your tits I'm coming in”

He hesitantly cracked open the door and peered inside, opening it further in confusion when he found the room to be empty. ‘Huh, maybe you already woke up?’. He checked the commander's bathroom, ‘nope, not there’. He checked the galley, ‘nope’. He even checked the navigation room, and the balcony that rested between the jaws of the dinosaur skull on the front of the ship, and the lower storage rooms, you were definitely not on the ship.

He made his way out to the deck, scratching the back of his head nervously. Killer had finished waking the crew and was back on the ship, watching over disembarking preparations. His mask turned towards Heat, seeing his clear agitation and a distinct lack of you. “Where's the girl?”

“Not on the ship,” Heat shrugged.

“What?” Killer opened his observation haki and searched the ship for you, finding Heat to be correct, “that can't be right, she wasn't on the beach. Didn't you put her to bed? I didn't see her out on the ship this morning when I woke up”

“Yeah, I did,” he replied, “beds empty though”

“Well fuck,” Killer grumbled, “if she went rogue I really will drown her”

With the worst timing possible, Kid appeared on the deck with Double. They'd been in the navigation room making last minute plans for the route they were about to take. Mentions of a ship recently going down after a sea king attack nearby had them altering the course slightly as a safety precaution.

“Everything all set out here?” Kid asked his first mate as he came to stand beside him.

“Yin's missing,” Killer told him with an annoyed tone.

“The fuck you mean missing?” Kid growled, clenching his fists, “fucking find her”. Just his luck they'd spent months searching for the bitch, only for you to go walkabouts the first chance you got.

“Ain't that her?” Double interjected, pointing to a girl appearing at the edge of the forest that lined the beach, where the path to the town began. They could only see your back, since you were apparently walking backwards, but your purple hair was unmistakable.

“Killer, go get the bitch,” Kid scowled, unimpressed that you'd clearly gone off on your own in secret, but at least relieved that you apparently hadn't made a run for it. Killer quickly jumped from the ship onto the beach and hurried over to you. His strides were long and fast, it didn't take long for him to reach you.

As he got closer he realised you were walking backwards because you were dragging something - some sort of large burlap sack, with something large inside it. Whatever it was was heavy and you were struggling to drag it. You let go and wiped your brow as he approached, sensing the change in vibrations in the air as he got closer.

“Backup, thank fuck,” you sighed, turning to greet him, “can you pretty please help me get this on the ship?”

“Why would I do that,” Killer deadpanned.

“Because it's a gift for our dear Heatie,” you explained, “come onnnn Killer, pleaseeeee? I'm so out of shape, my arms are dead. Some of us have been a starved prisoner for years you know?”

Killer sighed and grabbed the sack, flinging it over his shoulder. The sack yelped and wriggled and he almost dropped it again in surprise. “Okay what the fuck”

“Like I said, its a gift for Heat,” you gave the world's most unhelpful explanation, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Kids pissed with you, by the way,” he told you as he started back to the ship, you following close behind, almost skipping to keep up with him.

“What? Why? What the fuck did I do?” you grumbled.

“You went off on your own,” he told you, “Kid has a rule about that on unfamiliar islands. You never know when a bounty hunter or marine is gonna show up, if you go out on your own and something happens, nobody will ever know where you went.”

“Oh,” you replied, “sorry, I thought it wasn't a big deal”

“Just apologise to Kid and don't pull that shit again,” he said as he approached the gangplank.

You skittered up to the aforementioned pissed off redhead as soon as you got on the ship. “Sorry Captain! I didn't know about the lone wolf rule, I won't do it again!” you cooed, giving him your best puppy dog eyes, not that he could see them past your mask anyway. He grunted and smooshed his large hand against your visor, pushing you aside. He looked at the burlap sack with a raised eyebrow as Killer dropped it unceremoniously on the deck.

“The fuck is that?” Kid asked.

“Gift for Heat, apparently,” Killer told him.

“Huh?” Kid grumbled. Heat looked between you and the bag expectantly as you knelt to open the sack. You unsheathed your dagger and slid it inside the opening of the burlap sack with the sharp side up, slicing open the bag with one swift movement of the well sharpened blade and revealing the badly beaten woman inside.

“You got Heat a woman? You know we don't fuck with rape here,” Kid scowled.

“She's not for raping, silly, shes for torturing!” you squealed gleefully. For normal people it would have been psychotic, but for this group it came off as adorable. Heat's face turned to an ecstatic smile as the woman tried to roll over and he realised who it was.

“Holy shit, really Yin?” He laughed, “You're the fucking best” he slapped you on the back playfully as he crouched to look at the woman. She had a broken nose and split lip, and one of her eyes was swollen shut.

“What am I missing here?” Kid looked between the woman and the two smiling commanders with annoyance.

“This bitch called me a freak yesterday,” Heat explained, “and a zombie. And she fucking made me drop my food. Yin wanted to go kill her but I said I'd just do it today if I got time, didn't want to cause a scene in town yesterday when Yin still needed to buy so much shit”

“So you went and got her yourself?” Kid was looking at Yin expectantly, a little bit proud of her.

“Yeah,” you nodded with a smug smile, “wasn't hard to find her, just kept my ear out for the whiniest bitch in town, broke in, melted her boyfriend's brains, and behold, one skank, gift wrapped for my sweet Heatie~”

“Aw Yin, you shouldn't have,” Heat laughed, giving the woman a solid kick to the stomach, “I love the present, thanks babe.” He grabbed the arm of a passing henchman to get their attention, “Drag this bitch down to the brig, I'll deal with her after we raise anchor”

The henchman grabbed the woman by the hair and dragged her away. It was clear now that she also had a badly broken arm, and one leg was bent the wrong way. She screamed as she was dragged away, her silent, tough girl facade broken as she realised that this would be the last time she saw daylight. The commanders on the deck laughed, Kid roaring with amusement and wrapping his arm around you. His touch made you uncomfortable but you grinned and bore it, still beaming with pride, letting that be the main emotion you felt.

“You're one funny bitch,” he laughed, “go get cleaned up, you're on the next watch”

“Really? Not night watch?” you asked curiously.

“Why would it be night watch? Nobody wants nightwatch,” he questioned.

“Oh, I thought Killer explained my mask functions to you-” you looked between Kid and Killer's expressionless mask, “I can see in the dark, and even under the surface of the water. Putting me on a daytime watch would be a waste of my skills”

“Oh,” Kid stroked his chin and looked at Killer, who had seemingly forgotten to share that tidbit of info. Killer shifted his weight uneasily, “alright then, night watches only for you, starting with tonight. Double, that means you're on next watch after her”

“Fine by me, I fucking hate night watch,” Double replied nonchalantly as he walked away.

You were busy in your room organising the shopping bags that had remained covering every surface since yesterday. You'd spent the last few hours listening to the screams of Heat's gift from the brig, fuck could that woman scream. You were a little disappointed when they stopped, but it was no surprise that a weak bitch like that couldn't survive long. She was all bark, no bite. The screaming had stopped maybe half an hour ago, and you were sure Heat would come find you when he was done cleaning up, otherwise you would go find him to see how it went.

As expected a knock came at the door, followed by the door opening slowly and Heat's head peeking around the wood. You gave him a warm smile and he returned it, letting himself in and sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you fuss with your purchases. You pulled the last item out of the shopping bag in your hand and threw the empty plastic in the corner where a pile had accumulated, before deciding to climb teasingly into his lap. He almost imploded when you settled on his knees, too far back to properly straddle him but close enough to be intimate.

“Did you have fun?” you smiled.

“Uh, yeah,” he coughed, trying to keep his shit together and putting his hands on your waist as casually as he could, “she squealed like a fucking pig!” he laughed.

“I heard!” you giggled, “give me the highlight reel,” you slid off his lap and settled at the head of the bed, spreading your legs and patting the space on the bed between them to invite him over. He kicked off his boots and laid back on the bed with his head between your legs against your abdomen. You giggled looking down at him and traced his jaw with your finger. His heart fluttered at the innocent teasing.

“Oh! The best shit happened,” he grinned up at you, “Killer caught a hog yesterday and was gonna butcher it for the commanders tonight, and he let me have its brains!”

“No fucking way, Heat you didn't!?” you laughed.

“You should have seen how much she gagged when I forced her to eat it! Raw, too!” Heat roared.

You threw your head back with laughter as Heat recounted the torture, “fucking hell Heat, that's fucking hilarious, creative as shit, that'll fucking teach her,” he could almost see your eyes under your visor as you leaned forward again, almost. “You're a fucking funny guy, Heat”

“Hey, you're the real gem here,” he smiled, “I can't believe you snuck out and dragged that bitch all the way here with those scrawny ass arms of yours!”

“Don't remind me, they're still aching,” you stretched your arms out in a show of discomfort, “but it was worth it for this smile,” you said as you looked down at his beaming grin. “I'm guessing she's dead now right?”

“Yeah, fish food,” he replied, “hoped she'd last longer after all the effort you put in to get her here but stupid bitch bled out”

“Damn, that's a shame,” you mused, “well I'm glad you got some fun out of her anyway while she lasted”

“Next time a guy pisses you off let me know and I'll gift wrap ‘em for you,” he told you with a sly wink.

“Aww thanks Heatie,” you lifted one of his hands and gave it a chaste kiss, and you shared a quiet moment just looking at each other. It was sweet, Heat didn't actually expect to convince you to be his girlfriend but it was starting to feel like you were already. Things felt easy with you. It was early days though, he wasn't going to spook you by suddenly getting heavy, he was a gentleman afterall, he would woo you the old fashioned way. He knew right now you just needed a friend, and he was happy to be of service to you. He knew you'd had a lifetime of loneliness, you deserved a friend.

He sighed and started to sit up, very much against his will, “as wonderful as hanging out with you is, I've got shit to do. I'll catch you at dinner, yeah?”

“Of course~” you cooed, spreading out on the bed, “I should probably try get some sleep anyway, I didn't get much before I snuck out and I'm on nightwatch”

“Oh yeah, I forgot with all the fun I was having,” he smiled, sliding his boots back on, “have a good nap doll, I'll wake you for dinner”

“Thanks Heatie~” you yawned, sliding under the covers and removing your mask, grabbing your seastone from the side table, “see you then”

Right on time, you appeared at the foot of the mizzenmast that held the crows nest at ten o'clock on the dot, ready for your first watch. You grumbled a little at being signed up for a chore, but the longer you spent on the ship, the more you felt like you wanted to be part of this crew and pull your weight like everyone else did. You wanted the respect of the other commanders, and the watch was important, only ever entrusted to the commanders. Being included in the rotation meant the others had at least some semblance of trust in you. You moon stepped vertically up the mast to the crows nest, landing delicately on the railing to greet Wire, who had been on the afternoon watch.

“Right on time,” he said as he stood, “did someone give you the rundown?”

“Killer said to wake him if something came up,” you replied as he started to climb over the edge to make his way down the ladder rungs that were attached to the mast.

“He doesn't like using the bell at night unless we really have to,” Wire added, “the crew needs their sleep, he likes to take a look himself before he pisses Kid off by waking him”

“Fair enough,” you mused as you took his place in the crow's nest, “I bet Kid sleeps and wakes like a grumpy bear”

“Yeah, that's about right,” Wire grinned, “waking Kid is basically asking to lose a limb. Anyway, good luck on your watch. Make sure you check every angle, not just ahead of the ship. Seakings can come from anywhere”

“Noted, have a good sleep, Wire,” you smiled.

“Thanks,” he replied with a yawn as he disappeared down the ladder and left you to the watch.

It was a clear night, only a few clouds lingering and no sign of storms on the horizon. The air was brisk, still in reach of the autumn island you'd just come from. You were prepared now though, with your usual jacket and a pair of recently purchased thick fleece leggings, though if it got too cold you could always head into the little cabin that sat atop the main mast. You sat on the small stool that rested against the mast, switching your visor to a mode that allowed for better vision in the dark and let you see to the ocean floor. It was a useful ability, you would see any seakings or enemies long before they would see the Victoria Punk.

It must have been about three in the morning when you noticed a large, dark form in the water. You watched it for a short while, tracking it to determine where it was heading, and approximate its size and speed. You sighed when you realised it was definitely heading towards the ship, and would likely notice it in a few minutes. You quickly jumped over the railing of the crow's nest and moon stepped once before you hit the deck to soften your landing, before power walking to Killer's room.

You knocked hesitantly on the door and waited patiently for a response. An annoyed groan and shuffling of blankets was heard on the other side, followed by footsteps far too light for a normal person to hear. Killer opened the door with a grumble and you bit back a gasp. He was wearing nothing but his hastily grabbed mask and a pair of grey sweatpants. You knew he was ripped but fuck, every tight, perfectly sculpted muscle was on display, and you were glad the visor was masking where you were staring while you soaked in the image of the Adonis in front of you.

He cleared his throat, not at all surprised by your open ogling - your eyes may be hidden but Killer knew a fair bit about hiding behind a mask. You swallowed hard as you tried to bring yourself back to reality and forced yourself to look away from his bare chest.

“Uh, seaking, about four clicks northwest,” you reported, “I can take care of it myself but you said to wake you, and I need backup that can actually swim in case I fall in the drink”

“Right, let me grab my shit,” he said, closing the door in your face. You took the hint and headed back out to the deck. The seaking was definitely closer now, but still didn't seem like it had noticed the ship yet, still lazily moving about as it scanned the water for its next meal. It was moving almost casually, you knew from experience during your time in the marines that it would move faster if it had decided to engage, but it was only a matter of time before it noticed you.

Killer appeared on the deck, with a shirt, and his scythe gauntlets attached to his wrists. He gave you a nod and you took off, moon stepping out towards the beast. You needed to draw its attention to get it to surface. While your ability allowed you to destroy humans with relative ease, seakings had thick, dense exteriors that were difficult to get past. Your usual method of killing them was well rehearsed though, albeit a bit rusty: bait the seaking to the surface, meteor wave its skull. The beast would receive significant force trauma and die instantly. During your time with the marines you'd had ample opportunity to perfect the method, but years of letting your skills rust made you admittedly a touch nervous.

The easiest way to draw a seaking's attention was to piss it off, so you heated the ocean around it, forcing it upwards. It was definitely angry now, and Killer watched from the ship with curiosity as the seaking breached the surface and roared. You didn't even flinch, in fact you looked almost bored as you moon stepped in place above it. As soon as it was breached you moon stepped upwards, and he recognised immediately that you were mimicking what you'd done the day they found you, he guessed you intended to take it out with the same powerful move.

You moved quickly, you had to attack before the seaking went back under the water, so as soon as you had gained enough height you flipped yourself, moon stepped, and dove down as fast as you could, driven down by the force of the moon step and gravity.

“METEOR WAVE!” you called as your heel made contact with the beast's head. The sharp crack of its thick skull reverberated over the water with a visible shockwave and thoroughly impressed Killer, before the skull caved in and the beast's brains exploded everywhere. He was glad you were so far from the ship, because brain matter scattered for miles in every direction. He swore he could hear you shriek in disgust from even this far.

The seaking's corpse slumped back into the water, and you raced the shock waves back to the boat, which swayed a little in the rough waters before you landed elegantly on the deck. You were covered in sea king brains, bits of it dripping on to the deck it wet slaps, and looked pretty fucking unimpressed. Killer just stared at you, a smug aura rolling off him as he took in your disgusted frown.

“They don't usually explode like that,” you pouted, “stupid thing must have taken a couple of cannonballs to the skull recently or something”

You shook your hands and more splatters of brain matter landed on the deck. Killer's shoulders moved up and down in silent laughter at your expense. “Go have a shower, I'll keep watch while you clean up” he wheezed.

“Thanks Kil,” you frowned as you walked away. you didn't miss the fact that he didn't berate you for the nickname for once. “I'll try and be quick”

“Take your time, you did good out there,” Killer told you as he started his climb up to the crow's nest, “Kid will be impressed”

“That'd be great to hear if I wasn't covered in brains right now,” you grumbled as you disappeared into the cabins.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

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CHAPTER 7 : BABY MINE

CHAPTER 8 : LESSONS FROM A WARRIOR SOON

for sure there's nothing they could do but live how life is going right now and prepare for the worst. through his eyes... there was only promising.

there's a battle between the now and past. both have a role in their life changing how they act and interact. by seeing this demon telling how her what could be empty promises.. has her thinking differently about him.

how miles reassure her in a soft tone of their safety, alters on his purpose of birth in becoming colonel quaritch the rda programmed him to be.

created him to be the colonel miles quaritch.

but.. who is he exactly?

...

they've arrived at the land gate of the city, heavily guarded by soldiers and aircraft surrounding the entire perimeter.

her eyes keep searching for an answer in his manipulation tactics to trust him and give into his sins. "they won't touch neither you or him. not a single finger doll."

miles senses there's still apprehension into entering human territory.

she seethes with rage and is not fully on board with going to the enemies territory but for the safety of her boy is what convinced her decision.

with a sigh, "if you do not hold that promise, you will know eywa's rage on what happens to her child." miles chuckles but nods affirming about what he needs to uphold.

putting a hand on her cheek, "believe me, i don't know what you mean but i respect that determination of your eywa deity. i hope you teach me more in the meantime at bridgehead. we made a deal."

she tilts her head and her ears perk up confused on what he meant.

the recom continues to speak and holds her chin to pull her close in his sight, "the deal where i pass the whatever great rites, gain my ikran and i get my date with you, cupcake."

she scoffs responding instinctively the turn of her head away from his touch but there's a hint of her smirk that miles caught.

"you incompetent, ignorant child. that's all that motivates you to learn our ways?" she laughs at his stupid reason to complete and be na'vi.

"if it meant a date with you and you fall for me... then so be it, sweetheart." he slightly caresses her cheek as she pulls away.

"hey! leave my mom alone. she isn't interested!" spider yells squeezing himself in between his mom and quaritch to prevent him from flirting.

miles rolls his eyes and his ears pressed down and his tail swish in annoyance. this kid had to ruin a good moment. i basically had her wooed.

spider leans into his mom's arm to hold her and stare menacingly at quaritch.

ingyen smiles fondly at her son as she pets his hair.

before the aircraft could land, spider hops on his mom's back and ingyen jumps from a distance and lands perfectly.

in an instant miles and the recoms immediately hopped off thinking they were running away but failed to keep on their feet. they landed harshly with the aircraft move oddly by the impact of their jumps.

miles groans that his body took an impact and limps towards the mother and son who're standing there, "what did i say about staying close to me?"

ingyen shrugs and spider does the same when he looks at her for a way to respond back, "we do not wait. i hate sky people technology."

miles ticks at this synchronized behavior. like mother, like son.

the human soldiers see the unknown female na'vi and point their guns at her assuming she snuck in on the aircraft. she reacted pulling her dagger out, posing in defense mode over her son and hisses at every soldier.

they were getting closer to intimidate her, "don't shoot! the na'vi lady is with us, she won't do anything.. right?" miles immediately stands in front of them to prevent any mistake and give them protection.

he looks behind him, indicating to put her dagger away and show she means no harm. ingyen hisses watching every demon's movements in case of protecting her son.

miles raises one hand for them to drop their aim as he kneels in front of her, "sweetheart, you have to put it away or they'll end up hurting you and spider."

her tail swishes, baring her teeth and looks down at her son, hugging her to at least protect her from being shot.

her mind was a battlefield choosing from threatening the sky people with a scare or drop her guard to keep her seykxel safe.

her sight went to miles, staring at her with a look of trust.

to trust his word.

his ears were perked up and his tail swishes left and right of the suspense on her next move. trying to predict what she'll do next that can risk their deal.

miles gives her a nod as his other hand reaches out carefully towards hers and lower down her weapon.

he scoots as soon as she sees him getting closer to them.

miles leans in to whisper to her, "lower your weapon. they're not going to hurt you or your boy, as long as you're next to me i'll tell them to back off. not a single hair strand will they pluck out of that head, cupcake."

ingyen's skin shivers at his soft voice, her heart and blood quickens at his sudden closeness and his warm breath that tickles her ear. she should be used to this by now at the times he tried flirting with her but... it's different now. her eyes follow the blue stripes on his face as they trail to his eyes.

she stares at those small, hypnotically golden eyes that carry trust.. no lies. in the end she hisses one last time at the sky demons, putting her dagger away, and hugs her son tightly to hers and mutters under her breath, "fay sa tawtute." these sky people.

she'll listen to miles for now.

miles exhaled at last that he didn't even know he was holding in and reached a hand out under her chin to caress, "thank you, sweetheart. since you obeyed me, you deserve a reward."

"oe kemsike newonum ngenga txavä ayu, vrrtep!"

i do not want your filthy things, demon!

he chuckled at her shocked reaction. she went back to being the annoyed mother who hisses at him and plays hard to get.

when miles pointed his team towards ingyen and spider, the recoms immediately surrounds the mother and child for surveillance and protection.

"colonel. pleasant surprise you came in one piece. thought the na'vi would shred you to pieces once you went offline." ingyen saw a woman in green clothing with a machine that made her almost equal in height with na'vi.

miles saluted to the general, "no ma'am, of course not. turns out this little lady here was searching for the kid who happens to be his adoptive mother. she put up a fight but we made a deal in the end."

the general crosses her arms, "what would the deal be about?"

he continues, "she teaches us about being na'vi and her kid will be safe as long as she cooperates. it also seems she knows about jake sully well so i'm trying to get information about his whereabouts by pretending to be her ally.. a friend technically."

ardmore sighs and warns, "colonel, making deals like that comes with consequences on our end. if you get attached and intervene and involve yourself with the na'vi woman like sully did, you'll suffer those consequences-"

he interrupts, "general ardmore with all due respect, i don't really see myself with her or the kid. i'm here to accomplish a mission and it's hunting jake sully."

the general has an idea of his plan but has some doubts about the outcome. she fears it'll end up like jake from what she read in reports all those years ago.

she gives a nod, "you understand the value of this mission and how many puts their lives in our hands for pandora to be the new home for humanity. i better not see even a hint of compassion for those two because i can replace you or pull you out and they'll be locked up for questioning. with or without cooperation, we'll do it the hard way with the machine." the woman's threat caused miles to clenched his fists a bit after what he seen the machine did to the kid even worse when he endured such pain, "they'll have to be in a room under surveillance to not cause any trouble especially that na'vi. at that point, do what you can."

after she gave her orders, she left the recom to handle the situation.

ingyen scoffs with a smirk of annoyance cussing in her native tongue, "kalweyaveng. pxel po kame, teylu 'al. tsun tspang sno atxkxe fmong."

son of a bitch. like she knows, larvae shit. i could kill her, land stealer.

the colonel's hearing picks up familiar words she taught him as his ear moves down to try to hear what she's saying, "what'd you say, darling? can't hear your pretty voice."

the mother glares at him to not test her in cursing him out too.

miles shrugs with a smug grin planted on his face knowing she basically made a promise in ending the general with cussing her out.

as they made their way inside bridgehead city, the humans watch from a distance of ingyen's arrival because they never thought of a native wanting to be close in approximate circumstances.

it all over again.. the stares and whispers among them.

she tries her best to block them out of her mind and focuses on her son's well being and takes guard if anything to be useful to her advantage.

her tail swishes with her nerves building at the names she's being called..

a savage.

a blue alien.

a beast.

a wild animal.

it didn't hurt the slightest because they were the ones coming here and destroying everything. stealing what wasn't theirs and don't want peace. they're the ones coming to her home and invade. they were the monsters. a disease. the hate that she developed ever since she was a child.

but her mothers instincts kick in at the mention of her son..

a brat.

a stupid kid who doesn't know own his race.

an out of control child.

brainwashed.

an orphan that can never be a human.

a boy who lived a savage life.

she knows not to act on her feelings to protect her boy so she brings her son to her side as she whispers, "kllkxem lenrra ma'itan. fay vrrtep lu'ke ley ve'kì tìngay" then covers his ears.

stand proud, my son. these demons aren't worth hateful truth.

that is.. until someone tried messing with a protective mother.

the sick laughter and jokes two sky people were making in front of her that her ears perk.

"do you really think that savage na'vi thinks the boy is hers. is she stupid or something?" one chuckles at their companion and they follow, "no but who's even more stupider in this is the kid. i mean someone who's a different species than you and chosen as your hypothetical mother? that's ridiculous! he's lucky nobody can touch him or his bitch of a mother because the colonel decided they stick with them. it would've been hilarious if we taunt them on how they speak behind a glass like a zoo animal."

it was echoing. her ears pressed down to the back of her skull. her tail pointed up to analyze her behavior.

their laughter was raging on ingyen's response to slit their throats to never utter a laughter and belittle her son.

she turns in their direction with wide, menacing eyes into their souls as her hand goes to her dagger.

it was like in slow motion.

spider caught his mom and was ready to pounce to attack the humans when quaritch put his hand on her shoulder, "hey little lady, you have to relax. i'll handle this."

he carefully places ingyen behind him to calm down and approaches the laughing humans, "what's so funny, gentleman?"

the two suddenly quit laughing as they caught the attention of the recom, "nothing."

miles doesn't believe their lies and chuckles, "if it's nothing, why is it so damn funny? the kid basically survived his entire life here on this planet for years, your laughing asses would've been taken out by her if she spotted you in her home. i can allow her to injure you enough until you see death in her eyes. would you like to take on that challenge?"

both shook their heads as they were quivering in their shoes, "i guess we understand each other. next time, insult the woman in silence or don't do it at all because if i ain't around then i don't know what she'll do if she was let loose and i was too late." he smirks down at their puny figures, turns to ingyen with a slight nod towards the sky people.

he's given her permission to frighten them.

her head snapped at them as she pounced in front of them, "tsewtx vrrtep! oe tam ta'leng rusey!'

dirty demons! i will skin you alive!

her vibrant yellow eyes dilated staring down at the humans with her teeth bearing at each word she spouts in her mouth tongue.

the sky people shudder and rush to their post of work, away from the mother's rage.

ingyen clicks her tongue as she watches them scurry, "ley ke."

worthless.

the colonel laughs, "you got quite a mouth there darling, your mother never showed you to be a lady."

"my mother taught me to defend myself and protect what i love. not a lady like the sky people say it. it's stupid."

spider stares with admiration and stars in his eyes by how cool she acted, "my mom is perfect the way she is! you see how she looked at them! how awesome she got in their faces and they ran away like dipshits!"

miles rolls his eyes with a smile tugging in his face thinking to himself : they're both truly alike.

as a last remark he utters under his breath at his own joke, "i guess you're raised differently. mothers are truly the scariest beings out there."

ingyen's and spider's bond and life kind of reminds him of the child's movie back on earth.

a mother elephant protects and loves her baby with big ears even when others see him odd.

not much of a coincidence since spider is treated differently from both na'vi and humans and ingyen gets treated compared to a wild animal.

huh... there's not much of a difference.

if it's possible, he'll show 'em the film.

...

the whole city was filled with cool steel floors, machines moving as they fix and construct, humans walking to where they need to go, robots with people attached guarding or helping out.. it was unusual for ingyen and spider.

mostly for her.

after a long time the sky people have brought their evolution to another level than what she's seen before. all those years that the forest built to become what it used to be before is gone.

it won't be back until they leave for good. she'll be sure of it.

it was starting to become darker outside, how she wishes they were in the forest and be under the stars and eat the food she hunted. laugh and talk with her son as she cleans his face when he takes a deep breath to take off the mask for a second.

the look of love and affection that's plastered on his face whenever seykxel tells her a story of what jake told him but now they're stories of what the demon tells him.

not bad stories but stories of the memories he acquired and what he knows of.

it's also gotten personal the times she's heard for a moment and those talks help her son.

her son's changing. she feels her boy is slowly developing a kind of bond who is a replica of a father.

a father figure.

seykxel always desires and desperately wants fatherly love. all those times he watched the omatikaya kids play with their mom and dad, he wanted to cry.

not because it was his mom's fault.. because of his existence and ingyen claiming him as a son, it's an impossible dream.

at a young age, seykxel saw a father in jake. a father who helped him make a mother's day gift for his mama. a father who carried him with his friends everywhere when he wasn't busy.

but now that seemed to change.

they weren't at home.

they were with the recoms in the middle of a forest and base. most of all, with the reincarnated man that passed away.

the man both of them despised for all those years of pain and anguish.. started to take a turn.

"you alright there sweetheart?" miles says, observing her as she didn't seem to stare off into space.

ingyen looks at him and figures she was in her own world of thoughts, "i'm alright."

quaritch stares and notices her tail is lower than usual, her ears were slightly pressed back and she's quieter.

he didn't want to push it since she's probably overwhelmed by the place with the stares and whispers, he couldn't blame her.

he gives a slight nod and continues to lead them somewhere.

spider reaches his hand towards hers and caresses the same way she does to ease her nerves.

ingyen looks down and sees his worried look and changes it to a reassuring smile.

they stopped as soon as miles stood in front of a door and opened it for them to enter.

they slowly go in extremely cautious, not knowing if anything will harm them, as their feet takes them into the darkness.

miles chuckles and turns on the light. it was a room.

it had two beds, some shelves, a tv, another room with weird tools and other stuff. ingyen takes in the room as she looks back miles, "what is this for?"

"you and the kid are staying here with me. we can't give you a separate room since i fear your pretty little head will come up with an escape plan," he pets her head and she smacks it lightly, "okay.. still not at that step yet. either way i gotta keep an eye on you two sweetheart. you're my responsibility."

he made his way over to the other room as he explained what was in there, "this is a bathroom. you do your business there and you shower. you two can use it since there's enough soap and shampoo for you."

ingyen shakes her head, "i am not using demon technology. i bathe at the forest, better for skin with natural remedies and not damaging."

he sighs.

"you rather bathe your pretty ass in the middle of the jungle where everyone can see you naked. ain't that uncomfortable, cupcake?" miles asks with his signature smirk ingyen can sense from an inch away from her.

"now i have to teach you to bathe in the forest, great." she sighs, "that ain't bad on my part sweetheart, keep talking and we can lead somewhere between us."

before she could remark, spider points to the tv in front of the bed, "that a tv?"

miles nods going to turn it on for him, "since we're gonna be here until tomorrow morning, might as well enjoy this kid."

ingyen was reluctant on letting him near the so called tv but he's a child and he's curious especially when pictures show on the screen.

both of them got close as ingyen touched the screen staring at the pixels, "this tv, they tell stories and pictures?"

"pretty much, doll. in the mean time i'm gone, i'll put something on to distract you." he grabs the controller and searches for something that'll keep them entertained.

then he remembers what he thought earlier. showing the film of the baby elephant with big ears.

miles clicks on the movie to start, "i think you two will enjoy this one."

the movie started with theatrical music that caught interest to the young mother by its raw and strong sounds. spider sits in front of the tv with his mom following, behind him as her eyes settle on the bright colors.

DUMBO

ingyen tried saying it, "du-dumpo?"

miles chuckles at her attempts, "no, darling. it's dumbo."

"why does it sound like the word dumb? why, dumbo?" spider asks as he observes the characters drawn in the introduction.

"well guess you have to find out for yourself, kid," he pats his head and heads for the door.

"the controller is near the tv, rewind the movie as much as you want since i don't know when i'll be back." he tells them but they're too focused on the colors and music.

he grins a little and closes the door and locks on its own.

...

the colonel was beginning to become impatient.

the tests were suffocating him from all the wires, the beeps, scannings, and whatever other things they were doing to see his situation of the painful headaches and dizziness.

the science pukes didn't know a thing to why this is occurring to him than his comrades, he thought about the human colonel..

it's noticeable through the thoughts and personality he acquired that the human one was a lot worse a long time ago.

how human quaritch's zero hesitation in burning and destroying ingyen's home tree.

no guilt or remorse.

he may not have been present at the destruction but he's remembering the thick bark breaking as it fell on most of the natives when they were fleeing to safety.

he can't imagine what she witnessed that never occurred to her people.

miles didn't want to touch on the subject of what happened since it'll set back the acquaintance relationship that's building. it seemed the kid helped her cope.

spider. seykxel.

the way she protects and helps the kid adapt and accept the differences happening in their life, shows a different side to what miles originally thought of her.

from the beginning she knew she was at a disadvantage when a whole new set of human/navi hybrid soldiers prevented his freedom.

she didn't care. she snuck up on all of them with their guard up and threatened the life of miles for a small chance in saving her boy.

boy was she terrifying in his perspective that he thought it was jake sully's na'vi wife out to kill him but it was her.

ingyen. the possible woman he dreamt in his dream the first time he awakened.

it can be possible but the general's constant order repeating in his head to not get attached or involve himself personally with the captives.

his thoughts were interrupted when one of the science pukes entered along with lyle.

"colonel, looks like everything is alright. there's nothing wrong with your physical body or anything unusual that makes you have all of these constant headaches." the scientist in a white suit examines their tablet, scrolling through the information on it.

he tilts his head, "what do you mean there's nothing? so i'm gonna have to walk around with this headache all the time?"

they say nothing but lyle eases his next reaction, "colonel, i found some valuable information from the scientist that took mama lion's dagger.."

"what is it? it better be good than whatever this lab coat just explained about me." he snarls at the quivering human.

"she never mentioned her relationship with sully's woman, turns out... they're sisters. she's her younger sister." at that sudden news made his ears perk in interest as he took off the stickers with cables off his forehead and upper body, "little mama never mentioned about her connection sully's bat shit wife? man, am i gonna have an interesting talk with her."

lyle looks at the scientist and directs him with his eyes to show the dna and analysis of the dagger. they pulled a file from years ago, showing a picture of her next to neytiri's and they're information.

his eyes travel back and forth between the sisters and see the similarities. they look the same but radiate their differences by their facial expressions and hair.

neytiri with her hair fixed but ingyen let her hair loose with a few strands of decorative beads. scars placed far apart since ingyen had her scar under her left eye that he dreamt. her calm but stern expression in the picture he knows very well when he's seen her focus on hunting and patching him up.

his eyes landed on her eyes and lips. her eyes held nothing in the picture but when he's getting to know her, he picks up how her yellow irisis sparkles in amusement when he finally gets something. they also hold courage and love when it comes to spider. her eyes become crescents like the moon when eclipse starts to set, the only bright thing you can see in the night with her bioluminescent marks that glow in the dark like stars and her skin as the sky. too far and too precious for him to touch.

her lips. they were plump and looked soft despite being a warrior and scars on her face. it made her more fierce and a beast within her beauty.

miles wants to ask ingyen about her relationship with sully's woman to see if she says the truth or ignores his questions.

now he knows a way to influence her to give him the information on their possible whereabouts.

the colonel was heading back to the room to have a pleasant conversation with her. as soon he opened the door.. he wasn't ready for what he saw when entering because there sat ingyen in front of the tv still with spider sleeping in her arms comfortably.

with little effort walking in, he stood in front of her with a file in his hand, "darling, you must've been pulling my tail far too long that i finally know who you are. so tell me-"

a sniffle caught the flick of his ear, a swaying tail and looked down thinking it was spider having a nightmare or from the movie but it wasn't...

ingyen.

there were... tears in her eyes?

her eyes held pain and reminiscence, holding her boy tightly but lovingly, staring at the screen which played a lullaby everyone knows as a child on earth.

baby mine

he stays there listening to the soft melody.

beginning with the hummings, the little elephant reaches his trunk to where his mother was, touching and feeling each other; from what he observes; after a long time from criticism and separation.

baby mine, don't you cry

baby mine, dry your eyes

rest your head close to my heart.

never to part, baby of mine.

little one when you play, don't you mind what they say

let those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear

baby of mine

ingyen replays a memory. from when she was young and the mother of her son in their beginnings. just like mama jumbo, she was joyous of having her own baby. at first sight, it was love and adoration for her son even if he was different than the rest... he was an innocent baby who wanted to be with his mama.

ingyen carried her son everywhere, teaching him the way of life and the balance of life eywa created in order for them to live in harmony.

just like baby jumbo, seykxel was a curious little boy. full of happiness and trouble that ingyen smiled at anything he did. he played, he laughed, he does silly pranks on his mama, and always beside her.

but it came with whispers, stares, and rumors among her clan about her baby.

about how odd looking he was. that her seykxel wasn't her baby and omatikaya. some other demon cursed mo'at's youngest daughter in raising a demon. someone created lies so she can raise a monster among their clan who'll end up like his diabolical father. when he grows, he'll be the one to kill her because he didn't feel like he belong because he doesn't.

she's gotten emotional about how the world can perceive a young child into something that's not in their little hearts.

since she too was perceived as the odd sister. a lost child who didn't care about humans turned into a mother for one.

more tears shed down to her cheek, landing on spider's sleepy face, watching how the baby animal kept smothering his face into his mother's touch and cries. mama jumbo uses her trunk as a swing, rocking her dear baby to comfort him on the days she couldn't.

as if it happened to her when jake and neytiri came back without her son. leaving her son because they didn't have any other choice. the rage, the anguish, the confusion she felt being separated from her son not knowing if he was alright or dead.

from your head to your toes [baby mine]

you're so sweet, goodness knows [baby mine]

you are so precious to me, cute as can be

baby of mine

baby jumbo's time was up as his mouse friend leads him back to his tent to rest and he waves to his mama goodbye until the next time. mama jumbo moves to the other barred window waving her sweet baby in a distance before he disappeared.

that truly moved ingyen. seeing it being relatable to her personal life made her vulnerable in front of the demon she despises despite showing her fearless character.

miles didn't know what to say, guessing the movie really pulled some heart strings making it far more meaningful.

"do you think the mother will be back with her baby? will the baby continue trying to be accepted and receive love from the world in order to be with his mother?" her sudden questions caught him off guard as he has no way to answer her.

he shrugs, "you're gonna have to wait and see, mamas," kneeling down near her sitting figure and carefully lifts his hand to touch and wipe her tears.

she reacts with a flinch at his odd behavior towards her given that she isn't used to being touched by someone trying to comfort her. much less her... enemy?

her eyes trail the veiny hand there, waiting for her permission in continuing what he was doing. ingyen looks directly at miles in search of anything he was doing out of concern is fake.

but nothing. only care and she doesn't know what else was there that makes it more... impactful and accepting being vulnerable with someone other than her sister, her mother, and jake.

a small nod, she allows him to wipe her glistening tears. his hand was strong but held a lenient touch when drying her eyes. her heartbeat accelerated a bit.

"got you all sad and sappy because of an elephant, huh?" he tried making it out of a harmless joke and she chuckled showing him her smile for the first time.

no mask. no exaggerated eye rolling. no smirk.

a pretty smile only god knows how long he's been dying to see it in front of him.

"it truly is moving seeing how tough that baby is but many forget.. he's a baby. a baby who wants his mama." she explains staring down at her boy, stroking his face without a mask to imprint it in her memories.

miles watches with a slight grin, leaning close only a few inches from her face, "that baby reminds me of someone," he gaze lands on spider.

ingyen turns to say something, realizing how close his face was, "yes it does, doesn't it?"

they stare at each other seeing their features of every line, every dot, and every detail they can absorb.

miles felt a pull to her somehow in a way to be close to her. know her more than anybody had ever tried.

miles was seeing the true beauty of pandaora ingyen was talking about.

those yellow irisis looking at him in a different perspective and their chemistry starts to become more... risky.

they didn't realize the movie was ending filled with cheers when the baby finally flew as he gained success to recover his mama back.

there he was in the arms of his mama and he kissed her face and she smiled, receiving his love and how proud she is of what he was insecure and thought it was wrong for him to be born with it, made him confident and shine brighter than any star.

the end.

FUN FACT : this whole fanfic is inspired by the movie dumbo that i was watching after avatar 2 came out. it made me realize...

what if spider had a mother who didn't care about his appearance or how he was born and just loves him, it's her baby no matter what. spider deserves a mom who'll protect and love him without explanation.

she will do anything to keep her baby alive and happy.

this remake makes me cry every time when 'baby mine' plays, the chapter may be a bit short but it's meaningful to each other and how vulnerability works between them, not only ingyen and miles.

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