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pandoranbean · 2 months ago

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The Ring (Pt. 2)

agedup!neteyam x fem!omaticaya!reader

synopsis. you and your family finally arrived in awa'atlu and meet the metkayina. you learn their ways quickly and adapt, but it would be too good to be true if everything went well and without a few bumps along the way. additionally, someone needs to confess something to you.

word count: 5.5k

warnings/tags: maybe dark (not directly sibling x sibling but it can be recieved as such), slight angst, contains a TINY mention of alcoholism, one-sided love

music: my spotify playlists, (playlist with more rock and metal; more accessible songs.) sailor song - gigi perez and strangers - ethel cain

the song 'kiss' mentioned here is based on / an ”homage“ to a song of the same name by wavvyboi (spotify, youtube)

na'vi translations: skxawng - moron; uturu - refuge; olo'eyktan - clan leader; oel ngati kameie - i see you; tsahìk: spiritual leader; ikran - mountain banshee; vonvä' - asshole, dickhead; tstew - brave; tsamsiyu - warrior; oe tiyawn nga - i love you;

translations from here <3

notes: i call lo'ak and neteyam "brothers", although they are not related to the reader (y/n). also sorry for basically copying the script of twow for like half of the fic, but i promise in pt.3 there will be less

fic begings under here

in the last part of "the ring":

you watched jake stand in front of tarsem as he slices the olo’eyktan’s chest, symbolically killing jake, which made tarsem the new olo’eyktan of the clan you would be leaving shortly. as your family left, you turned around to tarsem. “i’m proud of you, tarsem. until we meet again.” you press all three fingers to the top of your head and sweep it down slightly to the bridge of your nose, before departing from your face downward. “oel ngati kameie, olo’eytkan tarsem. thanks for being by my side and making me the warrior i am today.” “thank you y/n. until we meet again.” he hugs you, his first trainee, for maybe the last time, before you follow your family to their ikrans. unbeknownst to you, tarsem shed a little tear when you left.

you flew for many hours… so many hours you started getting serious back pain from sitting on your ikran, sometimes with tuk, sometimes not.

“how long do we have to fly? it feels like we’ve been flying for an eternity, dad!” lo’ak asked, with a little hint of whining in his voice.

as you flew out of a cloud, you could see a beautiful seaside village, teal-coloured na’vi sat in round pools of water, which looked like hot springs to you, and some na’vi rode on very long creatures that moved through the water so efficiently and marvelously, you were just staring at them.

as your ikrans flew closer to the ground, you noticed that these na’vi looked different, their eyes were bigger and featured a blue or green color rather than the yellow ones you were used to. their forearms and lower legs had expanded to include a fin-like structure, which you later learned was known as a 'strake', and the tails were broadened to form a paddle shape.

as you landed on the sand, it didn’t take long for your teal-coloured brothers and sisters to surround the blue, foreign na’vi that showed up unannounced.

tuk was awoken from her slumber as you landed, “are we there y/n?” she said, still half asleep.

“yes we are tuk.” you said as you dismounted your ikran and carried her down to the sand.

her eyes widened as she took in the new environment she was witnessing. she eyed up the teal na’vi the same way they did, you found it pathetic from them to stare at you all like you were a completely different species. tuk walked forward curiously as neytiri grabbed her bow from her ikran.

“hey. leave it.” jake said to her. she obliged with a gruff sound, putting the bow back. jake turned to you and your siblings. “on me.”

“tuk?” you said, extending your hand for her to grab onto it.

“be nice” neytiri instructed you as she extended her hand for tuk to grab onto it. tuk looked at you with an expression you interpreted as her asking you ‘can i?’ which you nodded to. neytiri nodded back to you.

“hey” jake said nervously. it had been the first time you’d heard him this nervous in months, if not years.

a murmur went through the crowd of your teal brothers and sisters, as they recognized jake sully, toruk makto and, until recently, olo’eyktan of the omatikaya clan. they eyed all seven of you curiously, especially jake, kiri and lo’ak since they had five fingers and faint signs of eyebrows.

a young, teal na’vi, with a hairstyle the sky people called “man bun” or something like that, and his friend, you assumed, cut through the crowd like a newly sharpened knife through prey when hunting. you, neteyam and lo’ak greeted them with the gesture you do while saying oel ngati kameie, but none of you three said the words.

“easy, just be cool.” jake reminded you three.

“look, what is that?” the shorter of the two teal boys said. “is that supposed to be a tail?”

you whipped your tail in their direction, although doing so slowly, they still took a step back. “woah woah woah!” they laughed.

you turned to see what your brothers were doing, as you saw both of them staring at a girl - you had to admit, was really beautiful - as she dismounted the fast water creature you admired earlier, and came out of the water. you nudged lo’ak while grinning, who then shoved his brother a bit by accident, making neteyam lose balance shortly. and you had to admit to yourself - again - that her dismount from the creature was flawless, it looked like she had practiced it like a thousand times just for this moment.

“what the hell, y/n?” lo’ak muttered before shoving you back and staring at the girl again who now stepped closer to the little crowd that had formed around the seven of you.

neytiri noticed the two of them staring, although neteyam was way more nonchalant about it than lo’ak was, and gave them a gaze that was apparently so intimidating they immediately stopped.

“it’s too small, how are they supposed to swim?” the shorter teal boy said and laughed, but his smile didn’t last very long as the girl lo’ak had stared at like he’d never seen one before stepped in front of them. “do not! rotxo! ao’nung!” she scolded, before turning back to lo’ak who had started staring again, which made you sigh in disappointment.

“hey…” he said timidly, like he had never spoken to a person, let alone a girl before. you really had to keep yourself composed not to burst out in laughter, but you knew better than to laugh at your bother when he was in the middle of courting the girl.

your eyes shot into the sky as you heard something soaring above your heads. you could see it was a sea creature too, but not the same one lo’aks holiday flirt rode when she arrived. as the creature settled in the water, a mighty warrior with many tattoos over his face and chest, which were partially covered by a necklace with something you assumed to be a tooth of some kind of sea predator, dismounted his creature and stepped closer to us.

“olo’eyktan, i see you.” the warrior said to jake as they both greeted each other with the accompanying hand gesture.

“olo’eyktan tonowari.” neytiri greeted the warrior named tonowari, who apparently was the olo’eyktan of that clan, with the same gesture.

the crowd in front of you suddenly parted for someone or something again, you just couldn’t see who or what they were parting for, until a woman with a beautiful shell on her forehead stepped forward. she eyed you all up suspiciously, like you were intruders, unwelcome on her turf.

“i see you, ronal, tsahìk of the metkayina” jake said to the tsahìk, who you just now noticed was slightly pregnant.

neytiri greeted her next. “i see you, ronal.” you followed suit and greeted her too. “i see you, ronal.”

she turned to you and eyed you up suspiciously, especially staring at your face, then looking at jake and then back to you, determining you probably weren’t their biological child before turning back to jake and neytiri.

jake spread his arms wide like an ikran ready for take off. “we seek uturu!”

ronal looked so shocked, if you didn’t listen to the conversation, you probably would’ve thought he just insulted her. “uturu?” she responds, like she’d never heard that word before. she looked at tonowari while jake continued.

“a sanctuary for my family.” jake added with a pleading expression on his face.

ronal now circled the seven of you, grabbing your arm. “their arms are thin…” she observed while you snatched away your arm, caught off guard by her sudden action. you turned around to see what she was up to. your ears fold back as she grabs kiri’s tail. “...their tails…”

her speech was interrupted by kiri snatching her tail back. “ow!”

ronal didn’t care if she had hurt kiri and continued on her speech.”...are weak…” she suddenly grabs kiri’s hands, which were holding her tail until ronal held them in the air to prove a certain point. “...these children… are not even true na’vi!” she exclaimed while lifting up kiri’s hands slightly so that the whole clan could see that kiri had one more finger than them, like a demon. a murmur went through the crowd as she walked over to lo’ak, and also grabbed his hand and yanked it in the air. “they have demon blood!”

she had now almost gotten around to pointing out her dislikes about each one of your family, as jake stepped in and held his hand up. “look. look! i was born as one of the sky people, but now i'm na'vi! some can adapt!”

you grew less interested in the fight between jake, neytiri and ronal, so you started exchanging looks with your brothers, well, at least you tried, neteyam ignored your gaze and lo’ak was lost in his thoughts - probably about the girl that still didn’t have a name.

after a bit, you turned to their argument again as neytiri and ronal hissed at each other. before things could escalate any further, jake stepped in. “i apologize for my mate, she’s-”

neytiri tries to cut jake off, “do not apologize for me!” but he simply kept talking. “...flown a long way and is exhausted.”

“jake!” she protested, but jake shot her a look that told her to step back and she did so. “uturu has been asked…” she muttered.

ronal looked up at tonowari, subtly shaking her head at him. he made a pleading face, which then led her to give him a still subtle, but now more noticeable nod.

tonowari turned to the seven of you again. “my son ao’nung and out daughter tsireya will show your children what to do.”

and the girl lo’ak been eyeing finally had a name… tsireya. and she was the sister of that skxawng who laughed at your tails earlier.

ao’nung was obviously not happy with his fathers decision and tried to protest, but was immediately shut down by him.

as you brought your stuff to your new home, which the metkayina clan called marui, you stared in awe as you take in the beauty of the place. their homes were attached to mangrove tree roots and held up with tension created between them. you laid the stuff you carried down and took in the beauty of your new home, as you heard a thumping sound, which made you flinch and turn around. neytiri had dropped her carpet, but you couldn’t tell why. was it in awe? in exhaustion? in sadness?

you feel a little hand pulling at your arm. “come into the water with us y/n!” tuk asked, giving you her puppy dog eyes, which when she did, you couldn’t deny her anything.

you at first thought you were walking to the beach, but as tuk grabbed you hands tightly and tugeds you to the end of the walkway, jumping into the water as she lets go of your hand. you hesitated at first, but quickly decided to follow her.

the sea was beautiful. everywhere were little fish and other sea creatures who swam curiously around you. tuk gestured you to come swim with her, and you did so. the sea was so vibrant, there were just too many impressions and you couldn’t decide what to stare at first. soon after, the both of you needed to go up for air.

“everything alright tuk?” you asked her, concern etched onto your face

“i just needed air, my breath is really short.” she said, as just a few meters away, neteyam and lo’ak resurfaced from the water to catch some air. the only one you didn't see was kiri, which made you feel uneasy.

“have you seen kiri?” you shout over to your brothers.

“no, we haven’t!” lo’ak shouted back, looking concerned. neteyam also looked concerned, but he didn’t look or respond to you.

“stay up tuk!” you instructed her as you took a deep breath and dove back down under the water. you once again took in the beauty of the ocean, although you weren’t able to really appreciate it fully since you were still frantically searching for kiri. you looked behind big corals and stones as long as your breath lasted, until you had to resurface for air.

“where is she?” neteyam asked, which made your heart jump a bit, as you hadn’t spoken since you sat down in front of the family hut back in high camp, and the both of you didn’t leave that conversation feeling better about yourselves. well, at least you didn’t.

not wanting to fuel your fight with neteyam even more, you decided not to give a sarcastic answer. “i don’t know, i haven't seen her yet!” you prepared to go back underwater, but your brothers didn’t follow suit, still looking concerned. “your skxawng asses are BOTH coming with!”

your brothers took a deep breath and went under as well, although doing so not looking amused. the three of you split up as you searched for your sister. out of the corner of your eye, you could see a familiar blue on the sea ground, but as you turned around you saw it wasn’t kiri, but just a weird sea plant.

you felt the need to go up for air while getting a more aerial view of the sea, and as you did so, you saw kiri, happily swimming around and snuggling, of some sorts, with a sea creature you assumed was about 7-9 meters long.

you took a quick breath as you dove down to her. you tried signaling to her that she should go up for air but she shook her head and signaled you that she was okay, shown by a simple thumbs up.

you rolled your eyes as you swam back up, where your brothers were waiting for you already. “where is she?” lo’ak said. “we can’t find her, did you?” neteyam asked.

“she apparently doesn’t need to breathe underwater” you said jokingly, not knowing how true it actually was.

your brothers looked at you confusedly, then swimming off again. you turned around to tuk, who stayed put in the water. “what do you mean she doesn’t need to breathe?” she asked you.

you smile at her, ”that wasn’t meant to be taken seriously, i just joked about it. i needed to go up like 4 times for air while she didn’t need to go once.” you paused. “i’m heading back to our ma… mairu? marui, yes, marui. you coming?” you asked her, reaching out of her hand.

“i’ll stay for a bit y/n.” she responded.

“alright, see you later tuk! and stay safe, don't swim out too far and all that, if something happens to you, neytiri will kill me.” you said jokingly, before swimming back to shore.

over the next few days, you started to learn the metkayina ways, like how to breathe properly before going into the water or riding an ilu. but you weren’t the only ones to learn something, because you, neteyam and lo’ak taught that skxawng ao’nung and his friends to not mess with your family.

kiri laid in the water, zoning out while looking at the beautiful sand. unbeknownst to her, ao’nung and his friends surrounded her, staring at her like they’d never seen her before and she just decided to appear out of nowhere.

ao’nung and his friends were talking and mumbling outside the water when her head emerged from the water, with a friendly expression on her face. “huh? what’d you say?”

“are you some kind of… freak?” ao’nung asked her, surrounded by his friends, towering over kiri cockily.

kiri was taken aback by their question. “he asked if you’re a freak!” rotxo followed up.

all of this happened in your reach of hearing, which is why you put your guitar down and stood up and watched, ready to step in. as ao’nung grabbed kiris hands and said she wasn’t a real na’vi, lo’ak rushed towards the group, “hey! back off, fishlips!” he exclaimed, prompting you to follow him.

“ooh, another four fingered freak!” ao’nung laughed.

“don’t touch me!” lo’ak commanded, but they didn’t listen, obviously.

“leave us alone!” kiri pleaded, as you joined the group while they taunted lo’ak, calling his tail a “babytail”.

“back off, skxawng!” you said, as you shoved ao’nung away from lo’ak. you felt a rush of air, as netyam passed you, shoving ao’nung a second time.

“you heard what she said. back the fuck off.” neteyam said, inches away from ao’nung at this point.

another metkayina, who stood beside ao’nung spoke up, “aah, big brother comi-” before being cut off by ao’nung.

“back off.” neteyam said to ao’nung, who didn’t seem to give a fuck about what he said. “now.” he added, adding graveness to his voice.

ao’nung apparently seemed to finally get his message, raising his hands and backing off.

“smart choice. and from now on, you respect my sister.” neteyam said. the boy who got cut off by ao’nung earlier exchanged hisses with kiri. “let’s go.”

“bye bye!” the teal boys mocked, smug smiles on their faces.

as you walked away, you could basically feel lo’ak’s desire to just absolutely uppercut the heck out of that vonvä’ ao’nung. “don’t lo’ak. it will just cause more trouble, and remember, jake asked us to do one thing, and that was to behave.” you mutter to him.

as lo’ak stops in his tracks, you grab his arm, making the metkayina boys whistle behind your back, “she thinks we cant take on her freak-ass brother, does she?”

“i’m saving your ass, so shut up.” you said, tightening your grip on lo’aks wrist. nonetheless, he yanked it right out of your grip and walked over to them. in a last ditch effort, you mutter “don’t lo’ak!” to him, but he doesn’t listen. why should he, he is lo’ak after all.

“i know this hand is funny, look, i’m a freak, alien. but it can do something really cool, watch…” he said, as he balled his hand into a fist, “first up ball it up real tight, like this… ‘kay? then-”

“shit!” you exclaimed as lo’ak hit aonung so hard in the jaw, his head snapped to the right side with a force that could’ve broken his damn neck. he fell down on the ground, looking shocked at what lo’ak had just done.

“it’s called a punch, bitch!”

“what was the one thing i asked, one thing?” jake asked the three of you, neteyam and lo’ak.

“stay out of trouble…” one of your brothers said. you didn’t recognize who it was, you were too busy looking at the ground, ashamed of disobeying the only thing jake asked of you.

“stay out of trouble, right!” he repeated.

“it was my fault-” neteyam begun, wanting to take the blame for lo’aks actions, but jake wasn’t having any of it.

“yeah, i don't think so, you gotta stop taking the heat for this knucklehead!” jake interrupted him, clearly not buying the act.

you lifted your head up “jake, ao’nung and his skxa-... his friends were picking on kiri…”

“...called her a freak.” lo’ak added.

jake took a deep breath as he eyed the three of you up and down, seeing your injuries. neteyam and lo’ak were bleeding at the nose and lip, and had bruises all over their bodies. apparently ao’nung had taught his friends morals, since you were the one with the least amount of injuries, almost every bruise you had came from them wildly fighting and being unaware of their surroundings. sometimes, they did hit you on purpose, but that was the meaning of a fight, right?

“go apologize to ao’nung.” jake commanded lo’ak, your eyes widened at his request, even tho it wasn't directed at you. “he’s the chiefs son, d’ya understand? i don’t care how you do it, just go make peace. just go!” and with that, lo’ak left.

jake now spoke to you, “y/n, why didn’t you hold lo’ak back? or neteyam at least? you couldn’t even hold back yourself! i really thought better of you, as my eldest child.”

“i tried holding him back, i held his wrist and told him not to but he just yanked out of my grip and i was basically powerless! now don’t blame me for not trying.” you responded.

jake raised an eyebrow, “and what about neteyam? and why did you join in?” he asked.

you tried to not turn red just now as he mentioned neteyam, “at that point it was already too late jake. and i tried to break it up but just got caught in the fight.” you looked down again to hide your reddening face.

jake again eyed you up, taking in every injury. “at least they have some manners, they didn’t go so hard on you as they did on your brothers.” he then turned to the neteyam. “so what’d the other guys look like?” he asked.

“worse” neteyam replied, while looking up from the ground slightly to meet his fathers gaze.

“thats good.” jake replied, which you were a bit confused about but also understood somewhat.

“a lot worse” neteyam added as he looked up at his father, a tiny, almost unnoticeable smile forming on his face. he was pushing his luck at this point, which made jake send him out. “get outta here.”

jake turned back to you. “im disappointed, y/n. i really though you were wiser than to join in after failing to stop them from punching the olo’eyktan’s son.”

“i’m sorry.” you replied, gaze still left on the ground.

“look at me. look me in the eyes y/n.” jake commanded, and you did so. “they were in the wrong, yes, they shouldn’t have called kiri a freak, but that does not justify punching them. if they do that again, tell your brothers to back the fuck off and get me. understand?”

“understood.”

“get out.”

you exited the marui and saw neteyam, lost in thought, sitting at the edge of the tension-held pathways. you sat beside him, searching for an opportunity to clear the room about the last few weeks’ events. just as you sat down, he stood up again and was going to leave. you were having none of that ‘running away from your problems like a child’ shit and grabbed his wrist.

“neteyam! why the fuck are you ignoring me?” you ask, mostly anger but also hurt paints your words. “you can’t keep running from your problems neteyam! talk to me, i want to help you!”

neteyam sat back down again.”y/n, i really like you, alright? but i just moved to this unknown village with lots of skxawngs that i don’t like and will probably never do, and then i got this-” he lowered his voice so only you could hear him, “relationship with you, which is anything but traditional. i’m scared we’ll get outcast, now more than ever! so i don’t want to be the boy who doesn’t try to court any metkayina girls and hangs out a ton with you, because then they will make up rumors, and-”

“neteyam, i get it. but that doesn’t mean you can just ignore me without saying anything, alright? i understand what your reason is, but if we do this we have to do it together. you are a strong and tstew tsamsiyu, yes, but you don’t have to carry the weight of the whole world on your shoulders... let me help you carry it.”

neteyam looks you in the eyes, the first time, apart from what happened at sea a week or so earlier when you were trying to find kiri, since you all arrived in awa’atlu. “you would?” he asks, not believing you mean this offer seriously.

“yes, i would. for you… oe tiyawn nga.”

“y/n?” tuk had been nervously tossing, stirring and turning on her woven mat all night which made it almost impossible for you to get any sleep. but you weren’t mad at her, she was still a kid and moving to a new place, just like that can be very demanding, especially of a child.

“hm? what is it?” you whispered back to her as she sat up.

“i can’t sleep. can you sing me something? pleeeeeease?” and there her puppy-eyes were again, gazing at you through the darkness of your marui. “and can you play guitar for me?”

you acted like you needed to think about it, although you had already made up your mind, you would be singing for her, tonight. “hmm… okay, ill do it. but we need to go outside, otherwise we’ll wake everyone else up, alright?”

tuk nodded with a big smile on her face, which made you smile in response, because you knew you caused her to smile. you grabbed your guitar and quietly went outside with tuk. “are you cold tuk?” you asked her, wanting her to feel as comfortable as possible.

she shook her head determinedly, leading you to a somewhat remote part of the village where you could sit in the sand, play guitar and sing for her without anybody hearing you.

you sat down and patted the spot next to you where she laid down and rested her head against your thighs. “what do you want me to sing?” you asked tuk.

she thought for a few seconds until she decided to ask me for the song ‘kiss’. “i want to hear ‘kiss’. you played it so beautifully the first time, i want to hear it again.”

you actually needed to think for a second, because you had only played it once or twice, but when you remembered, your eyes lit up with passion. the song reminded you of your love for neteyam, and you sung that song for him, although he didn’t know. it made you think of all the things you had done together, now, the moments where he stared into your eyes, where he showed you how to use a bow and-

“y/n?” you snapped out of your trance when tuk started tugging at your top to get your attention back and to FINALLY start playing guitar for her. “y/nnnnnn?”

“oh, sorry tuk, i… got lost in my thoughts.” you smile at her apologetically while she relaxes her head back onto your thigh and you start playing the song.

the song was so unapologetically beautiful and emotional, while at the same time not making you want to cry, but you could if you wanted to. and the song was repetitive, but in a way that could make the person the song is addressed to never forget what they had just heard, what just had been said to them. it makes the person the song is about the overarching topic that lays perfectly in between every single paragraph, in between every single word, in between every single syllable, in between every single letter.

as you finally finished up the song, you saw tuk’s chest rising and falling slowly, she was definitely asleep. you gently removed tuk from your thigh and picked her up with one hand, while carrying the guitar in the other.

you laid her down on her woven mat in the marui, tucking her in with a blanket. you then sat down your guitar and laid down yourself, quickly drifting off to sleep.

“no jake, i won’t stop doing the things i love, just because you think it’s ‘sky people stuff’!” you exclaimed. jake and neytiri were scolding you after tuk blabbered out you sung her to sleep last night with your guitar.

“y/n, we spoke about this before, and we said no more playing around the hut, and it still applies for the marui!” jake defended himself. he didn’t want you playing guitar and adapting to ‘sky people stuff’.

you laughed in disbelief as you heard him said that. “jake, if i hadn’t done that last night, tuk would’ve gotten almost, if not even no sleep at all! why are you angry at me for helping her sleep?” you couldn’t believe jake’s hypocrisy. he used sky people weapons all the time to kill people, but if you played guitar, its like the end of the world for him. you didn’t speak about it tho, because the last time you did, he explained to you for an hour or two - you don’t even remember - why he should be using the sky people weapons.

“you’re disobeying eywa’s third law actively y/n!” jake said, his anger growing bigger with every word he said.

“but you aren’t when you’re using sky people’s guns?” shit, you didn’t want to say that, and you shouldn’t have. you only realized you had stood up from the ground a few seconds after saying that.

“sit back down y/n!” neytiri hissed at you.

your ears folded back because you were ashamed of yourself for saying that, and because neytiri hissed at you. she rarely did that, but if she did, it was a sign to you to SHUT UP. and that’s exactly what you did, you sat back down without saying anything, looking down on the ground, ears still folded back.

“how often do we have to tell you to stop playing that damn guitar? it is-” jake said, before he was interrupted by someone.

“why do you let her keep it then? it’s like giving an alcoholic a cabinet full of alcohol!” neteyam said.

the three of you looked up at him, surprised to see him here, defending you. “neteyam, don’t.” you look up, now pleadingly staring at him. “this is none of your business.”

neteyam was about to say something when jake stood up, now towering in front of him, blocking your view of him. “get out.” jake said. you’ve never seen him this angry before, and you realized it’s all because you played that stupid guitar. jake and neytiri were mad at you because of it, jake was now angry at neteyam as well because of it, and who knows what would be after this discussion, because of it.

“you know we dont like when you play that thing, and we want… you NEED to stop, you ARE stopping, y/n. even one sound comes out this, and we will burn it at the next campfire.” jake said after he turned back around to you.

your ears perked up as you heard what he had just said, and thats when you’ve had enough. you stood up as your eyes became watery at the thought of the only thing that could keep you sane if you’d be alone being destroyed. “you wouldn’t jake… you wouldn’t dare to.”

“fuck yes i would.” he said, not an ounce of emotion being shown from his expression.

“i need to speak to your father alone y/n. you can leave.” neytiri said. jake looked at her in disbelief, like she just insulted him in the worst way possible. she was still angry, but her anger was now more directed to jake as you exited the marui, beginning to cry.

that neytiri had just called jake ‘your father’ didn’t bother you in the slightest, but it would’ve if you weren’t too busy with wiping tears from your eyes. you picked up a bit of their conversation before being out of reach. “jake, the kid obviously loves this thing! you’re not her drill sergeant! why would you forbid her to-”

a strong hand touched your shoulder, you flinched at the unexpected physical contact. you turned around to see neteyam standing in front of you. “i’m sorry y/n, i didn't mean to embarrass you or anything, i was just… i wanted to help you.”

“thank you neteyam.” you said as you hugged him and all your tears and pent up anger let loose. “i never thought you would stand up for me, especially against your parents. thank you.”

“yes, i would. for you… oe tiyawn nga.”

“i don’t understand why you don’t really miss spider, i mean you two were like yin and yang, you were the missing puzzle piece to each other, you know?” you said to kiri while you were weaving something and she was laying on her woven mat.

“at first i did miss him y/n, but over the last few weeks i just… i don’t know. i guess i just lost touch with him after we left.” kiri said while staring at the ceiling of the marui. she fidgeted with her hands, which she often did in nervous situations.

you noticed her fidgeting with her hands and were curious why she was doing it. “kiri? is everything alright? you’re fidgeting again”

her eyes immediately widened at your request, she sat up and looked you in the eyes. “no… no it’s not.” she said. it was obvious she was near tears. it felt like she had something weighing on her consciousness she needed to get rid off.

“is it because of spider?” you asked, you couldn’t explain it to yourself otherwise than that she was really missing him after all.

“no y/n…” she said, a tear running down her face. you reached out to wipe it from her face, but she turned her face away. you dropped your hand back to your body as she continued. “it’s because of you y/n…”

the feeling of support you wanted to give to kiri almost immediately vanished and turned into sorrow and a feeling of unease entered your stomach as it turned. “m- me? what did i do?”

you asked, but she didn't answer. “kiri, talk to me, what did i do?”

kiri looked down at her hands, “you didn’t do anything, but… i kept something from you i need to tell you.”

“you know im always there for you kiri, and you can always talk to me about anything.” you replied to her, hoping she would finally tell you what was going on.

“y/n, i…”

“i have feelings for you.”

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thanks for reading y'all! <3333

part 3 coming next friday for you all <3

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pattywinchester · 6 months ago

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Seaside

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Dean never thought he’d find peace. The hunter was accustomed to the roar of engines and the hiss of danger, not the gentle lull of waves. Yet, here he was, standing on a deserted stretch of beach, the wind ruffling his flannel shirt, as he watched the horizon turn from gold to a deep, calming blue.

Beside him, Castiel stood quietly, his ever-present trench coat fluttering in the breeze. The angel’s blue eyes reflected the vastness of the ocean, capturing the same power and beauty Dean had come to cherish. They had fought countless battles together, faced down monsters, and saved the world more times than he cared to count. But this moment felt different. It felt like a victory all on its own. The sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the sand. Dean glanced at Castiel, his heart swelling with feelings that had grown quietly, like the tide creeping up the shore. He thought of the countless times Cas had saved him, not just from physical dangers, but from the darkness within himself. The angel has been his anchor, his constant, in a life filled with chaos.

“Dean,” Castiel’s voice was soft, barely louder than the lapping of the waves. “Why did you bring me here?”

Dean shrugged, a small smile playing at his lips. “Thought it was time we had a break. Besides,” he added, turning to face Cas fully, “you deserve to see something beautiful.”

Castiel’s gaze softened, a hint of confusion mingling with the affection in his eyes. “I have seen beauty, Dean. I see it every time I look at you.”

Dean felt a blush creep up his neck, and he ducked his head, scuffing his boot in the sand. “Shut up, Cas,” Dean responded, although it was hard for him to disguise his pleasure.

They stood in comfortable silence, the sound of the ocean filling the space between them. Dean reached out, hesitantly at first, and took Castiel’s hand in his. The touch was grounding, electric.

“Is this ok?” Dean asked, his voice rough with the rush of emotion.

Castiel’s eyes searched Dean’s face, before dropping his gaze to their hands. Castiel was silent for a long time before looking back up at Dean, his face flushed, his eyes shining. “Dean...?” Castiel responded, incredulity, hope, and love clear in his eyes.

Dean took a deep breath, the words tumbling out before he could second-guess himself. “I love you, Cas. I’ve loved you for a long time.”

For a moment, Castiel said nothing, his expression unchanged. Then, a slow, radiant smile spread across his face. “I love you too, Dean. More than you know.”

Dean felt a weight lift off his shoulders, a sense of completeness he hadn’t realized he was missing. He pulled Castiel into a gentle embrace, their foreheads touching. Dean felt an unfamiliar sense of calm settle over him. The ocean's rhythmic murmur seemed to echo the newfound peace in his heart. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them standing on the beach, enveloped in the soft, dimming light.

Dean looked out at the ocean, the waves gently lapping at the shore. "You know, I used to think I'd never find a place where I could just... be. Where I could stop running from everything."

Castiel tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "And now?"

Dean turned back to him, the corners of his mouth lifting in a shy smile. "Now, I think I've found it, with you."

Castiel's expression softened, his eyes reflecting all the mystery and allure of the boundless sea. "You are my home, Dean," he said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of eternity. "No matter where we go, as long as we're together, I will always have peace."

The words hung in the air, mingling with the sound of the waves and the faint call of distant seabirds. Dean nodded, feeling the truth of them resonate. He leaned in, resting his head against Castiel's shoulder, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Bathed in the tranquil glow of the moon and stars, the two men stood, side by side on that long stretch of sand, while the waves continued their gentle dance.

And in that moment, everything felt right. Complete. It felt like the end of one journey and the start of another – a new chapter in their lives, with the sweetest of beginnings... written right there, together, by the edge of the sea.

#hotsummerart #destiel #supernatural #cas x dean #castiel supernatural #dean winchester #cw supernatural #destiel fic #winchester-reload #writing challenge

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fridgemissionmaster · 2 months ago

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Aurum Painite Greed: Child of Greed

The human adopted child of Mammon. Life was rough before meeting their father and is eternally grateful for all the demon had done for them, even if he couldn’t physically be there most of the time. Lawyer, turned detective, turned bartender, currently is the owner and operator of Aries’ Dream, a bar attached to a hotel in the seaside town of Napoli in the human world. Despite never having met any of his uncles he has nothing but poor opinions of them, to the point of detestment and certainly has no interest in ever meeting any of them, even when Mammon tried convincing his kid to be the human exchange student. They couldn’t, despite how much they wanted the chance to spend more time with their dad. The man is content with their peaceful life and for the opportunity to give their dad a safe space from the awful lot.

They/Them but is okay with He/Him being used

Looks: short wavy red hair, gray/light blue green eyes, light tan skin with freckles, one canine tooth is gold, average build

Preferred clothing: button-up/polo shirt, button-up vest, gold stud with painite gem, slacks, his sword that no one notices on his hip, hidden dagger, dress shoes

3 Mood Songs:

youtube

Mood Board: (or at least my first attempt to make one)

#vexing hours #vex's OCs #oc Aurum Painite Greed #oc Child of Greed #om! oc

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tidecrux · 8 months ago

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❛ have you noticed anything different about me lately? ❜ ⸻ @13nth

the salt in the humid air clings to his skin , but he welcomes it . this nostalgia is a whirlwind of mixed feelings , of complications , but here , with all of these cherished people on this journey together , he finds peace . this is the area of the islands he always called home ; away from his parents , away from societal and academic pressure , away from pain . this is where he spent his days with sora and kairi , tidus , wakka , and selphie . the fondest memories he can recall . he laughs at himself , quietly , softly , at how miserable he thought he was at the time . but he'd never take it back . the things he's learned , the people he's met , how his heart has grown . he wouldn't take it back for anything .

and now , sora is gone , but he trusts in his heart in him , and himself . and roxas seated beside him offers him some strange sort of comfort that he can't quite place , but he doesn't question it . he sits with him in the tranquility of the air , as if their bitter past has been buried and they are living life anew . his hands are folded lazily over his knees as he stares out into the waves that crash upon the shore ; he used to count them when he was younger , waiting for sora or kairi to show . things are so different now . . . and , while sometimes painful , he loves the differences too .

' have you noticed anything different about me lately ? '

yeah . of course . he'd never thought roxas , who once carved regret into his heart with actions he never wanted to commit , actions he'd shielded himself from , sight , heart , light , would find himself at his side , at his home , asking vulnerable questions in the wake of seaside tranquility . the answer seems so obvious that riku almost wants to laugh . but he doesn't . he folds his fingers in and out from one another , eyes kept to the blue of oceanic eternity .

❛ yeah . i guess you could say that . ❜ he answers earnestly , still avoiding the true depth of the question , though not with ill - intentions . if roxas would like to continue the conversation , he would wait until he is urged forward . their history is rocky , after all . he's not sure what trust exists between them , despite having had let go some time ago . there are no ill feelings . just a bit of awkward tension .

he never had to forgive him , he only had to forgive himself .

#13nth #✧ * ic ; warring with the downpour .#ok. im normal. im normal? im normal #hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii <3

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phanfictioncatalogue · 9 months ago

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Human x Non Human Masterlist

All Dressed in White (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Phil was the demonic virus that had crept into Dan’s mind, fooling him with blue eyes and a heart stopping smile.

Even when Dan found out Phil wasn’t real, he was still real enough. Dan craved forever with this non-human boy, and he was going to get it. Nobody could ever come between them and love.

A Day in the Life of a Shapeshifter (fur, ears and a tail.) (ao3) - fin_flora

Summary: Sometimes Dan and Phil just want to spend a whole Sunday on the sofa, cuddled up together as they do everything and nothing in between.

And sometimes Dan likes to be a Neko so he shifts into one.

A Pain In The Neck (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan goes to the shelter to find a cat and comes home with a passive aggressive, battles scarred neko called Phil. Whilst the neko may be soft at heart he doesn't half drive Dan round the bend.

A Small Eternity - ihavecoldhands

Summary: Dan is a sort of ghost who can never be touched by a human, or he’ll disappear. Phil falls in love with him anyway. Based on the manga oneshot Hotarubi no Mori e by Yuki Midorikawa (it was also made into a short anime film).

Birthday wish (ao3) - R3ad3r1

Summary: Phil is a vampire, he is in love with a human: Dan. Everything seems fine between the two of them until Dan's birthday comes.

Blood Will Spill (ao3) - RooLlamaBlue28

Summary: London is not a safe city. Creatures lurk in the shadows. Creatures like Dan, a monstrous vampire with the insatiable thirst for fresh, human blood. Phil is his boyfriend and roommate, living with the demon that could kill him at anytime. The tension between an all powerful vampire and an innocent human is thick, both not able to comprehend how their relationship works. They both know that Phil will not live forever. A single bite could change all of that. Phil has to make a decision. One that will change his life for eternity.

(Vampire! Dan and Innocent Human! Phil)

Call Me D-4-N (ao3) - Do_it_with_the_Howell_Lesters

Summary: Phil gets abducted by alien!dan

Eternity - velarisstars

Summary: Vampire!Phil will do anything to protect his human boyfriend, Dan. Even if that means turning him into the very thing Phil didn’t want him to be. But when Dan gets severely hurt, that seems to be the only option for the both of them.

Ghostly (ao3) - Full_Moon_Lover

Summary: Dan Howell has been able to see ghosts his whole life. Things have gone from bad to worse now that his mother remarried and he finds himself sharing his new room with Phil, avery good looking guy. A guy, who happens to be dead.

Hunt You Down (ao3) - benotafraidofwriting

Summary: Dan helps Phil whenever it's that time of the month.

I Am Not Your Master; I Am Your Partner (wattpad) - SpringHaze

Summary: This series begins with present day and tells the origin story of a young neko boy, Dan, and his partner, Phil, through reflections of the past, including the evolution of the unique and somewhat taboo relationship between and human and neko.

i fell in love at the seaside (ao3) - larry_hystereks

Summary: in which mermaid dan is using his human legs for the first time and a curious phil is there to help.

Insatiable (ao3) - benotafraidofwriting

Summary: Phil is an incubus and Dan is his human boyfriend.

Just Add Water (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: The rebellious teenage mermaid Dan is fascinated with life on land. On one of his visits to the surface, which are forbidden by his controlling father, King Howell, he falls for a human prince, Phil Lester. Determined to be with his new love, Dan makes a dangerous deal with the sea witch Nash Grier to become human for three days. But when plans go awry for the star-crossed lovers, the king must make the ultimate sacrifice for his son.

Mermaid Phil (ao3) - danielshands

Summary: mermaid Phil, human Dan

Misplaced Emotions - jilliancares

Summary: Dan Howell is a vampire who’s lost his humanity, and all he wants is to fuck Phil Lester, who just so happens to be a vampire hunter.

My (Dead) Best Friend (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan is a vampire and Phil is his clumsy, squeamish, and very human best friend.

Of Blood and Rose Petals (ao3) - drxpdead

Summary: Dan is a vampire who has been taught all his long life that he is superior to the human race. He is better and stronger, and will outlive them all, until the be of time. But sometimes he just gets lonely.

sucking your blood until your heart stops beating (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Honestly, Phil had never even noticed that there was something different about Dan. He just knew that Dan had gone out one night to get some more coffee granules from the shop and he hadn’t come back until the next afternoon. It was a little weird, but Dan had shrugged it off when Phil asked, and Phil knew from years of experience that if Dan didn’t want to talk about it then nothing in the whole world would make him.

The city is so loud (but you drown out all the noise) (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil's pack might have kicked him out for mating with a human, but his love for Dan was much stronger than anything he'd ever experienced before. It wasn't easy to adjust to living with Dan in his - now their - small flat in London, but Phil would do it again in a heartbeat. With Dan by his side, Phil was sure he could get used to all the weird things humans did.

The Creature I Become (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil didn’t want to become the monster he is now. He didn’t want to be a blood thirsty animal that needs to kill to servive. Phil never wanted to be a vampire. While trying to hide this all from his boyfriend Dan, all the secerts he had been keeping seem to start pushing Dan over the edge and makes him want to know why Phil is hiding things from.

The Insomniac and the Vampire (ao3) - omgdatphantho

Summary: Phil’s a vampire and Dan can’t sleep.

The Meaning of Love (ao3) - phandomsub

Summary: Phil Lester is an intern at the British Society of the Prevention of Cruelty to Neko – an organisation that focuses on rescuing abandoned or mistreated neko and rehabilitating them for re-adoption. He can't say he fully agrees with the way many neko are treated, but in a world where they have no rights Phil has to agree that being someone's pet is the best option for them. Then neko #504 is brought into the shelter and Phil finally realises just how alike humans and neko are.

The Problem of Pizza (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Vampire!Phil has never tried pizza, which his human boyfriend (Dan) finds a great travesty.

The truth potion (ao3) - TheDyingRedRose

Summary: Red~ prompted from a list on tumblr.

Just because Phil can make potions, doesn't mean he isn't clumsy.

total eclipse of the heart (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: The logistics of forever.

Velvet Underworld (ao3) - Cadensaurus (orphan_account)

Summary: So Dan finds out he thinks neko outfits are pretty cute, and Phil buys one for him, and there's toying and teasing and a whole new side of Phil that Dan never knew existed.

With you by my side (ao3) - TsingaDark

Summary: Dan, a grumpy, hot-chocolate-loving and book-writing vampire, wants nothing to do with humans.

Phil, a cheery, coffee-loving and colourful human, wants to get to know Dan.

Or, the one where vampires are nothing like in movies or tv shows and Dan has had enough of being hunted by humans and only wants to read his book in peace and quiet, please and thank you.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #au #humanxnonhuman #humanxnonhuman masterlist #werewolf #vampire #mermaid #neko

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throughtrialbyfire · 2 years ago

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ok before i go to bed. preview of something i’m working on. yes another wip im sorry

Untitled (In the Midden)

The Midden, that sullen place, lurked beneath the College like a bad omen over a blight. Even the sea quieted itself down here, and in his eternal imprisonment, the Augur listened to every small noise. The scratching of a skeever against a wall. The occasional skeleton, an accidental reanimation by a new apprentice, quickly stomped out and returned to the dirt. Here, among the mold, the rats, the spiders that scuttled and crawled along the caverns, the Augur remained.

Very few would admit to his existence. It was an accursed thing, to be the Augur of Dunlain. He was an accursed thing. So he - if he was himself anymore, he wondered - remained here in the swallowing dark. He would extend a burst of energy outwards, to peer into the lessons in the Hall of the Elements. Fresh-faced Apprentices, weathered scholars, wizened instructors. He would watch in silence, the blue haze of the magicka points of the College only allowing him a limited view. He could not extend his energy for long, and this skill had been built over many years of tenuous practice, but he extended outwards anyways.

His attention was drawn far from his peering in the Hall of the Elements with the familiar noise of the door to the Midden parting, that ancient creak that echoed deep into the dark. The door shut, and soon, footsteps found their easy-going way. And humming. He knew the humming. The Augur would have given a smile if he had a mouth to use. He listened as the mage cast Calm on anything that dared approach him, his footing sure, his voice easy and warm, his motions quick as he walked through the caverns like he were on a stroll by a summer seaside.

Finally, the door swung open to the Augur of Dunlain's chamber, his light beaming down upon the wizened face of the man before him.

#wip #my writing #augur of dunlain #college of winterhold #bishop.txt

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things-still-left-unsaid · 2 years ago

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I've spent a lifetime loving you, Celia. I can have anyone I want. Then why are you the only one on my mind all the time? I've created something where they all beg to be with me, but I beg to be with you. Money, fame, glory I have it all. But it's you that I want. Every time I sit on the table eating something expensive yet again, I'm on the road having a milkshake - one hand on the wheel, one in yours, kissing it. Your hair flies like a gentle flame against my mane.

You are beautiful.

Every time the camera flashes hurting my eyes, and my fingers digging tighter into the Oscar I just won - I'm with you, on the red carpet. My deep green gown, your midnight blue one, dancing together in the night breeze. The branches quietly embracing the evening sky. They're cheering for us, and we wave like we are the goddamn queens of England. This is the moment when all this success truly matters for me; one hand holding the Oscar, one arm linked with yours. We are smiling and winning, giving them the show of their lives. This they cherish forever, including me.

Every time I'm reading the script of a film, I'm reading a plot where they cast us together. Not as women competing for a man. Not as sisters. Women as lovers. A tear escapes my eyes, it's not what my 'too gorgeous to be sad' persona is used to. I don't care, I cry anyway. I'm in my van, I see you beside me in the mirror; you hold me and I feel better than The Evelyn Hugo. They're not ready for that kind of story yet, are they? There will come a time, though, when they will be. I wish to be incarnated again, be an actress all over again, in love with you and playing the role of your wife in a movie too. The director comes and he tries to touch me, whispering "I know how much the script moved you, darling. That's why I wanted Evelyn Hugo to play this. I'm there for you." I had started crying more, my makeup running astray. Your voice echoes this time "break a leg, my love". And that's when I know I'm going to absolutely nail this movie yet again. I smile.

One bold gaze in the spotlight, one soft glance towards you in the audience clapping for me.

The film starts rolling and you're my heroine.

Every time I'm in a lavish hotel room, going into the shower sighing, washing off the pain - I'm in our seaside home with you. Slow dancing on the terrace, laughing till we are out of breath because we don't know how to dance - falling on each other, falling for each other. "Whose idea was this?" I ask, in between giggles. "Yours, Miss Genius Big Tits. You wanted to recreate your favourite movie's ball dance sequence."

You move like water anyway and I glide like the wind settling on your shore. I've wanted nothing more. They're going crazy searching for me everywhere and here I am, lost in you.

I'd rather never be found.

My head calculating my next moves, my heart beating to be with you. You nudge me from my thoughts, massaging my shoulders. "Long day, honey?"

I want to cry again. The simplicity of it yet the longing. It's been a long day, indeed. Long life, even - until you came along. I nod. "Very long."

But you hug me and suddenly I can run miles. I can run the whole way, it's worth it when you're standing at the finish line. When we finish it together.

Every time I'm lying on a giant sofa, I'm with you on our bed, marrying each other with only the moon as the guest, I'm quite content. My wife I finally wed. This could be our happy end. Throughout the globe I had ever flown but our home is happier than anything I've ever known. Then you sob,

"I can't give you a baby, I can't give you a family. Can you ever forgive me? A bittersweet romance of yours is all I've been." Dear God, Celia. How do I say this? In giving me a piece of yourself, you've already given me all I need: a reason to be, a season of eternity.

Stop saying those false words, you're everything to me. Even an eternity is an unfairly less amount of time with you. How do I say this? I'm an actress, but I've never been one with you. I kiss you to shut up when you protest. And you go quiet, when you look at me - my eyes speak more than words can give justice to. You get your answer, too. Now, sleeping peacefully on your chest, I'm home. The chaos outside is as good as non existent. Women curse me for making the men go wild but all I want is you by my side. The highest men, the most handsome of them are dying for me. I have had feelings for them before too, I admit. But when I see you, it's like they never even existed. Feelings are just feelings; they keep coming and leaving. You're my whole being, the epiphany where everything has a meaning. A broken sun's healing, a new universe beaming. My life spent dreaming, the dream now breathing. I've been the biggest star, lived it all, had fun till dawn. But the greatest peace has been to be a small girl in your arms, sleeping in the hall, not afraid anymore.

Please never forget that sun rises and sets with your smile, at least to me it does.

You're the only thing on this planet worth worshipping.

p.s: the only person I'd happily chip all my teeth for~

All the love,

Evelyn

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fourthdistrictfishie · 26 days ago

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The Victorious Pearl of Panem: A ‘The Hunger Games’ Fanfiction

🐚🐠🐚🐠🐚🐠🐚🐠🐚🐠🐚🐠🐚

Part One: The Reaping

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I awoke, as usual to the sound of the gulls screaming from somewhere along the vast shore outside my window.

..Stupid birds…

I sigh. The light peaking in from the curtains says it’s still early.

But not early enough.

The smell of breakfast lures me to finally pull a blue robe around myself and slip into my slippers. By the time I reach the kitchen downstairs, Mother is pulling cinnamon buns out of the wood stove.

“Ma you shouldn’t have…” I mutter sheepishly.

I know she had to have made these herself from scratch. District Four has some nicer shops up in the northern city, with much more capital perfect pastries, but we definitely couldn’t afford them on a day like today.

“I’ve set your outfit on the bathroom counter, give the water heater a while to heat the water and you should be good to go.” She says, smiling. The smile does not reach her eyes.

I wolf down three cinnamon buns and some fresh Apple juice and try to keep from fidgeting out of my seat.

It’s half past ten, the reaping is at One.

I finish my meal, not bothering to clean my dishes and numbly shower.

My reaping clothes are a simple yet pretty seafoam green dress with once white flats, a little tan from being bought secondhand. I dress silently.

I tie my still damp red hair into a rubber band, and tie a small white ribbon into my hair with a hand embroidered anchor on the tail.

I spent hours sewing that anchor onto this ribbon. If I go into the Games today, I want a piece of home with me.

‘It won’t be me,’ A small voice inside me whispers. A louder voice argues that the odds are stacking against me. I’m Seventeen this year. My name will have entered the bowl more than six times.

I thank the Starfish that I never took out any Tesera in the years mom and I were struggling. We luckily could just barely afford to not have to get it, between the both of us working. And then Mom got that promotion and we were living pretty decently. Full time Power and Water, a fridge full of discount, but still mostly fresh food. We did alright for two women on our own.

I finished dressing, meeting my mom in the Doorway.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Pearl Marino” My Mother kissed me feverishly across the forehead.

We trudged outside, the beautiful sight of our seaside town, and the beautiful day seemed to be mocking me.

“We’ll meet at the Town Square.”

She seemed nervous as we walked our bikes down the stone boardwalk. A few others rode by periodically, also on bikes.

“I’ll meet you there, Ma. I promise, we’ll be fine. If I get picked…”

She shushed me, waving away a tear.

“I’ll see you there, honey. Be careful.”

I nodded, and got on my bike without another word, petaling as fast as my feet would take me in a dress.

In no time it seemed, I reached the Old Lighthouse that served as District Four’s designated City Hall and Reaping place.

The Peacekeepers are sat at their usual makeshift stations, lines of kids getting scanned in while their Parents stand helplessly behind the Thick Braided rope that stretched in a huge oval around the reaping stage.

I filed into line, gritting my teeth as my finger was pricked. I trickled into the massive pen of other youths, suckling the blood from my finger. The taste of the salt comforted me.

What seemed like a fraction of a second stretched out into Eternity, a colorful bunch of Capital people took their places on the stage.

The Woman, who had her hair dyed a rainbow of different colors, wore an oil spill colored suit that glimmered as she walked. She was slender, and tall…. A little too tall. She had to be at least Six Feet. This was Venus Aribosan, the District Four Capital Sponsor.

“Welcome, District Four, to this year’s reaping, for the 80th Annual Hunger Games!” She said in a low, yet boisterous tone. “First off, a message brought to you from our Prestigious Capital!”

A set of Screens showed the annual Capital Propaganda. It made my head ache just listening to it.

The film ended, and Venus took her stance above the bowls containing the names of the children of District Four. She gave a small speech about the Brave Tributes she was about to choose.

“As is Customary, Ladies First.”

She plunged her hand into the bowl, plucking a name out.

“Pearl Marino.” She declared.

I stood frozen for a long second, only moving when people turned to look in my direction. I smoothed my dress out, wiping my sweaty palms.

I plastered a smile on my face, and marched onto the stage, where Venus met me by putting a strong arm around my shoulders. I was thankful.

“Isn’t she lovely, folks? Congratulations, dear. Now for the male tribute.”

She plucked a name from the opposite bowl.

“Minn Flounders.” She cheered.

A small boy, looking around thirteen, with blonde hair was ushered onto the stage, tears dripping down his face.

“Shake hands, you two! Go on.”

I took the boy’s trembling hands, trying my best to smile at the Camera.

“There we have it folks, your District Four Tributes for this year’s Hunger Games!”

The crowd clapped awkwardly.

We were rushed away, put into the Lighthouse in white, waiting room style rooms to say goodbye to our families.

My mom just sobs in my arms. I promise her I’ll try to win for her. For Us.

And then I am put onto a train to The Capital.

#the hunger games #district four #The Hunger Games OC #District Four OC #Hunger Games Oc #80th Hunger Games Fic

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daimonclub · 5 months ago

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Sea quotes and aphorisms

Sea quotes and aphorisms Sea quotes and aphorisms, ideas, thoughts, short reflections and meditations about the sea, the ocean and the metaphors about the sea, life, travel and troubles. The ocean moans over dead men's bones. Thomas B. Aldrich A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man, who has no gills. Ambrose Bierce Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore. Lord Byron Sea waves sound reminds me of the beating of my mother's heart filtered by the amniotic fluid in her placenta. It is an association that, however, cannot calm my anguish for her passing. Carl William Brown Praise the sea; on shore remain. John Florio He that will learn to pray, let him go to sea. George Herbert Where there is a sea there are pirates. Greek Proverb Merchant and pirate were for a long period one and the same person. Even today mercantile morality is really nothing but a refinement of piratical morality. Friedrich Nietzsche If you can't change the wind, you must adjust your sails. Sea proverb The rougher the seas, the smoother we sail. Ahoy! If the ocean can calm itself, so can you. We are both salt water mixed with air. Nayyirah Waheed The Mediterranean has the color of mackerel, changeable I mean. You don't always know if it is green or violet, you can't even say it's blue, because the next moment the changing reflection has taken on a tint of rose or gray. Vincent Van Gogh The ocean, whose tides respond, like women's menses, to the pull of the moon, the ocean which corresponds to the amniotic fluid in which human life begins, the ocean on whose surface vessels (personified as female) can ride but in whose depth sailors meet their death and monsters conceal themselves... it is unstable and threatening as the earth is not; it spawns new life daily, yet swallows up lives; it is changeable like the moon, unregulated, yet indestructible and eternal. Adrienne Rich There is hope from the sea, but none from the grave. Irish Proverb Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! John Keats In high seas or in low seas, I'm gonna be your friend... I'm gonna be your friend. In high tide or in low tide, I'll be by your side... I'll be by your side. Bob Marley The ocean makes me feel really small and it makes me put my whole life into perspective. Beyoncé There's nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself, except that when you finally see what goes on underwater, you realize that you've been missing the whole point of the ocean. Staying on the surface all the time is like going to the circus and staring at the outside of the tent. Dave Barry The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too. Vincent van Gogh The ridiculous modern bourgeoisie is more interested in a seaside vacation, in the garden of their own house, or in the various optional extras to be mounted on their car than in the real fate of humanity. Carl William Brown When men come to like a sea-life, they are not fit to live on land. Samuel Johnson I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by. John Masefield The sea complains upon a thousand shores. Alexander Smith The ocean is a mighty harmonist. William Wordsworth The only cure for seasickness is to sit on the shady side of a church in the country. Author Unknown Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part. Hermann Broch The sea - this truth must be confessed - has no generosity. No display of manly qualities -- courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness - has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power. Joseph Conrad The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up. Anne Sexton The Mediterranean has the color of mackerel, changeable I mean. You don't always know if it is green or violet, you can't even say it's blue, because the next moment the changing reflection has taken on a tint of rose or gray. Vincent Van Gogh Theory is a great net that goes fishing in the sea of ??experience, what is fished, is fished. Especially today, where the waters are very polluted and fish are scarce. Carl William Brown The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness. Joseph Conrad To me, the sea is like a person - like a child that I've known a long time. It sounds crazy, I know, but when I swim in the sea I talk to it. I never feel alone when I'm out there. Gertrude Ederle There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath... Herman Melville I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves. Le Testament d'Orphée There are veins in the hills where jewels hide And gold lies buried deep; There are harbor-towns where the great ships ride And fame and fortune sleep; But land and sea though we tireless rove And follow each trail to the end Whatever the wealth of our treasure-trove The best we shall find is a friend. John J. Moment I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life To the gulls way and the whales way where the winds like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long tricks o John Masefield The abode of God too is wherever is earth and sea and air and sky and virtue. Why further do we seek the Gods of heaven? Whatever thou dost behold and whatever thou dost touch that is Jupiter. Lucan They went to sea in a sieve they did; In a sieve they went to sea; In spite of all their friends could say. Edward Lear In fact the belief in the spherical earth had currency more than a century before Columbus famous voyage. For which cause men may well perceive that the land and the sea are of round shape and form for the portion of the firmament that shows itself in one country does not show itself in another country. And men may well prove by experience and subtle exercise of wit that if a man should find routes by ship that would go to search the world men might go by ship all about the world and around and beneath it.... Sir John Mandeville Man is so stupid that he despises the companions who sail with him in the stormy sea of ??troubles of his own existence, while he admires in amazement those who make him sink. Carl William Brown Touch the earth love the earth honour the earth her plains her valleys her hills and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places. Henry Beston Old England is our home and Englishmen are we; Our tongue is known in every clime our flag in every sea. Mary Howitt A perfect life is like that of a ship of war which has its own place in the fleet and can share in its strength and discipline but can also go forth alone in the solitude of the infinite sea. We ought to belong to society to have our place in it and yet be capable of a complete individual existence outside of it. Philip Gilbert Hamerton ... and so castles made of sand slip into the sea eventually. Jimi Hendrix Interest in global circumnavigation is older than Christianity itself. In fact if the following quotation is to be credited some attempts at circumnavigation predated the birth of Christ: As for the rest of the distance around the inhabited earth which has not been visited by us up to the present time (because of the fact that the navigators who sailed in opposite directions never met) it is not of very great extent if we reckon from the parallel distances that have been traversed by us... For those who undertook circumnavigation and turned back without having achieved their purpose say that they were made to turn back not because of any continent that stood in their way and hindered their further advance inasmuch as the sea still continued open as before but because of their destitution and loneliness. Strabo We must plant the sea and herd its animals. Using the sea as farmers instead of hunters. That is what civilization is all about farming replacing hunting. Jacques Yves Cousteau Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God her voice the harmony of the world: all things in heaven and earth do her homage the very least as feeling her care and the greatest as not exempted from her power. Richard Hooker The surging sea of human life forever onward rolls And bears to the eternal shore its daily freight of souls; Tbough bravely sails our bark today pale Death sits at the prow And few shall know we ever lived a hundred years from Mary A. Ford The old wooden shed Stranded in a sea of wheat Waiting for harvest. Daniel Denault Bernard Loomers father was a sea captain. He was acquainted with his small place in an uncontrollable nature. In a talk in 1974 Loomer described his fathers instructions about the uses of a baseball glove. The father had just overheard his sons sandlot William Dean Over the glittering rattled ladders of shale the birds cross tangential to the sea at night. Hour upon hour you can sense the undulation of wings. If you lift your cheek quite carefully you can feel the kiss and the wisp of air stirred by the inaudible glide. Jan Haag L'éternité. Cest la mer mêlee Au soleil Arthur Rimbaud The time has come the Walrus said To talk of many things: Of shoesand shipsand sealing-wax Of cabbages and kings And why the sea is boiling hot And whether pigs have wings. Lewis Carroll Shermans buzzin along to de sea Like Moses ridin on a bumblebee. Stephen Vincent Benet I am once more seated under my own vine and fig tree ... and hope to spend the remainder of my days in peaceful retirement making political pursuits yield to the more rational amusement of cultivating the earth. George Washington If the sea And the sun Can bleach a bone Til its whiter Than a gull Cleaner than foam Oh how bright My soul Can emerge Purged On the beach Of Christs water And light. And How calm And warm His sand. Carol Lynn Pearson Literature feeds on itself, which is why sometimes some writers get indigestion and vomit a sea of ??nonsense. Carl William Brown To the pilot of a deep sea submersible upon finding out what would happen if the craft sprung a leak while submerged. Ill trust you to make sure that doesnt happen. Dan Rather How can we fret and stew sub specie aeternitatis - under the calm gaze of ancient Tao? The salt of the sea is in our blood; the calcium of the rocks is in our bones; the genes of ten thousand generations of stalwart progenitors are in our cells. The sun shines and we smile. The winds rage and we bend before them. The blossoms open and we rejoice. Earth is our long home. Stewart W. Holmes Power? Its like a Dead Sea fruit. When you achieve it there is nothing there. Harold Macmillan O beautiful for spacious skies For amber waves of grain For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! Katharine Lee Bates Suddenly from behind the rim of the moon in long slow-motion moments of immense majesty there emerges a sparkling blue and white jewel a light delicate sky-blue sphere laced with slowly swirling veils of white rising gradually like a small pearl in a thick sea of black mystery. It takes more than a moment to fully realize this is Earth ... home. Edgar Mitchell Esoteric science premises the existence of the Great Unmanifest which may be conceived as a sea of limitless but latent force which underlies all things and whence all things derive their substance and draw their life. Dion Fortune Though they go mad they shall be sane Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again Though lovers be lost Love shall not. And Death Shall Have No Dominion. Dylan Thomas To cleave that sea in the gentle autumnal season murmuring the name of each islet is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise. Nikos Kazantzakis A gull rides the waves as if Made for the sea A swallow will sail high in the air. Oh let my soul rise let it Soar far and free; Or mount on the high winds of care. Clara Edmunds-Hemingway The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard; Lo the depths of the stone-covered charnels are stirred: From the sea from the land from the south and the north. The vast generations of man are come forth. Henry H. Milman Fear not to swear; the winds carry the perjuries of lovers without effect over land and sea thanks to Jupiter. The father of the gods himself has denied effect to what foolish lovers in their eagerness have sworn. Tibullus Glory to those who have explored the sea of ??darkness and what there was to explore. Their folly represents the highest degree of intellect. Carl William Brown We watch the liner in the distance glide Out from the sheltered waters of the bay Into the arms of ocean's vastness won. Enfolded in infinity of tide We lose it and the last faint smoke line gray Merges into the sunset and is gone. Vanished from sight and lost art thou at sea Swallowed in oceans blue immensity? Ah no. Though trackless be the deep and wide Thy pilot shall bring thee triumphantly Into the harbor on the other side. Edith E. McGee The sea is God's thoughts spread out. Charles Morgan The Three Ships As I went up the mountain-side The sea below me glitterd wide And Eastward far away I spied On Christmas Day on Christmas Day The three great ships that take the tide On Christmas Day in the morning. Ye have heard the song how thes Alfred Noyes Twisting inland the sea fog takes awhile in the apple trees. Michael McClintock The use of the sea and air is common to all; neither can a title to the ocean belong to any people or private persons forasmuch as neither nature nor public use and custom permit any possession thereof. Queen Elizabeth I Cease rude Boreas blustering railer! List ye landsmen all to me; Messmates hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea. George A. Stevens The hills have been high for man's mounting The woods have been dense for his axe The stars have been thick for his counting The sands have been wide for his tracks. The sea has been deep for his diving The poles have been broad for his sway But bravely he's proved in his striving That Where there's a will there's a way. Eliza Cook A wet sheet and a flowing sea A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast. And bends the gallant mast my boys While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies and leaves Old England on the lee. Allan Cunningham The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue the fresh the ever free! Bryan W. Procter The sea of mass media stupidity with socials has become an ocean of imbecility. Carl William Brown What fairy-like music steals over the sea Entrancing our senses with charmed melody? Mrs. C. B. Wilson I am obsessed with the edges of things like stone at the edge of the sea when foam breaks into sky or your hand dissolves into my. Stanley Cooperman We are as near to heaven by sea as by land! Humphrey Gilbert Two battleships assigned to the training squadron had been at sea on maneuvers in heavy weather for several days. I was serving on the lead battleship and was on watch on the bridge as night fell. The visibility was poor with patchy fog so the captain re Frank Koch No life can be barren which hears the whisper of the wind in the branches or the voice of the sea as it breaks upon the shore; and no soul can lack happiness looking up to the midnight stars. William Winter Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing Onward the sailors cry: Carry the lad thats born to be king Over the sea to Skye. Harold Edwin Boulton The sea - this truth must be confessed - has no generosity. No display of manly qualities - courage, hardihood, endurance, faithfulness - has ever been known to touch its irresponsible consciousness of power. Joseph Conrad To me, the sea is like a person - like a child that I've known a long time. It sounds crazy, I know, but when I swim in the sea I talk to it. I never feel alone when I'm out there. Gertrude Ederle The sea, washing the equator and the poles, offers its perilous aid, and the power and empire that follow it... "Beware of me," it says, "but if you can hold me, I am the key to all the lands." Ralph Waldo Emerson I hate to be near the sea and to hear it roaring and raging like a wild beast in its den. It puts me in mind of the everlasting efforts of the human mind, struggling to be free, and ending just where it began. William Hazlitt The sea is a desert of waves, A wilderness of water. Langston Hughes We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected on the deep. William James Ocean separates lands, not souls. Munia Khan I will find comfort in the rhythm of the sea. 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siircn · 9 months ago

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NAIA THALIA MONROE: SHE appears as though SHE was born 27 years ago but is actually 406, who is a SIREN and lives in WHITE OAKS as the OWNER OF BLUE FROG CAFE, and is NOT IN A POD. SHE looks an awful lot like ZENDAYA COLEMAN

✕ ⸻ BASICS ⸻ FULL NAME: Naia Thalia Monroe ⸻ NICKNAMES: Nini, TT, Thal, Nana ⸻ BIRTHDAY: April 7th 1617 ⸻ ZODIAC: Aries Sun, Gemini Venus, Pisces Mercury, Taurus Moon, Scorpio rising, Leo Mars ⸻ AGE: 27 years old (human years) ; 406 years old (siren years) ⸻ GENDER: cis female ⸻ PRONOUNS: she/her ⸻ SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: bisexual & biromantic ⸻ SCARS / TATTOOS: tbd. ⸻ OCCUPATION: Owner of Blue Frog Cafe ⸻ SPECIES: siren ⸻ INSPO/SIMILARITIES: jennifer check (jennifer's body), mystique (xmen), andrea ( the walking dead), damon salvatore ( the vampire diaries ), dean winchester ( supernatural ), oberyn martell ( game of thrones ), cersei lannister ( game of thrones ), gabrielle solis ( desparate housewives ), derek morgan ( criminal minds ),

✕ ⸻ BIO

tw: death, child death, drowning to be updated more in the future

Naia Thalia Monroe was born on April 7, 1617, in a quaint seaside village. As a child, she was curious about the sea and fascinated by its mysteries. Her family was close-knit: her father was a skilled fisherman, her mother managed the household, and she had a younger brother who was the light of her life.

From a young age, Naia was known for her gentle demeanor and soothing presence, qualities that would later become significant in her life as a siren. She married young to a kind-hearted man who was a fellow fisherman, and together they started a family. They lived a modest but happy life, finding joy in the simple pleasures of the sea and their little home by the shore.

In 1648, Naia's husband set out on a fishing expedition, accompanied by Naita, their son, & her father. Her & her child weren't supposed to be there, but her son loved & adored his father, wanting nothing but to be with him. He threw fits if he was gone for more than an hour. So they were on the ship, helping catch fish and whatever else may have you. Shrimp, mussels, crawfish, etc. The journey started as a routine expedition, but as the day wore on, an enchanting, melancholic song drifted over the waves. It was the siren’s song, designed to lure sailors to their doom. The song’s beauty was irresistible, and Naia’s husband, believing someone was in distress, steered the ship towards the sound. Tragically, the ship struck hidden rocks beneath the surface, causing a catastrophic crash. The impact was fatal for Naia’s husband, and both her father and son drowned in the cold, dark waters. Naia was devastated, grappling with immense grief and guilt over the loss of her family.

As Naia floated in the wreckage, she was discovered by the siren responsible for the disaster. This siren was ancient, a creature of the deep with a tragic and lonely past. The siren saw Naia’s profound sorrow and desperation as an opportunity. She offered Naia a chance to escape her grief and loneliness, but at a terrible price.

The siren proposed that Naia join her in a new existence beneath the waves. Naia was torn between the anguish of her loss and the promise of an eternal companionship. She refused the siren's offer & out of some deep-rooted evil & fear of being alone, the siren forced her under the waters to join her as a companion.

The transformation process was both physical and emotional. The siren’s magic drowned Naia in the dark, cold depths of the sea, where she experienced a profound sense of both death and rebirth. Her human form was replaced with that of a siren: beautiful yet deadly. She became an immortal being with the power to enchant and ensnare.

Initially, Naia struggled with her new identity. She was haunted by memories of her family and conflicted about her new role as a predator. The siren tried to mentor her, teaching her how to use her voice to lure sailors and survive in the treacherous underwater world. Naia learned to adapt to her new existence, feasting on the flesh of those who fell victim to their schemes.

Over the next several decades, Naia lived a life of both luxury and horror. She grew accustomed to the siren’s ways, though she never fully embraced them. She would occasionally try to resist the urge to lure sailors, but the allure of her siren nature was always there, a constant battle between her instincts and her fading memories of her human life.

Naia’s relationship with the siren was complex. She resented the siren for taking her family from her and for forcing her into this new, violent life. Yet, she also recognized that the siren had given her a form of companionship and a means of survival. Their relationship was a mixture of dependence, manipulation, and reluctant affection.

As the years turned into centuries, Naia’s resentment grew. She became more skilled and cunning, plotting her escape from the siren’s grasp. At around the age of 300, she found an opportunity. Using her wits and the few allies she had made over the years, she orchestrated a plan to break free from the siren’s influence.

Her escape was fraught with danger and required a deep, perilous journey through the undersea realms. After a fierce confrontation, she managed to break away, severing her connection with the siren and beginning a new chapter of her existence.

After escaping the siren’s clutches, Naia wandered the world, moving from place to place, haunted by her past but driven to find a new purpose. Her travels eventually led her to Greywood, a quiet town where she decided to settle down and start anew. At the age of 403, she opened the Blue Frog Cafe, a sanctuary for both herself and those who sought comfort in the town.

Here, she strives to build a new life, blending her old world’s wisdom with the new one she’s trying to embrace. The café serves as a bridge between her past and present, a place where she can contribute to the community while keeping her darker nature at bay.

✕ ⸻ WANTED CONNECTIONS

naia has been more into flings than actual relationships. she ends the relationships when she gets bored of them (& might even try to eat them). flings can be current or past. no guarantee of romance. (1/?)

regulars at the blue frog cafe

considering she's 406 years old, she's done a lot of traveling!

open to anything

✕ ⸻ HEADCANONS

Voice and Singing: Naia has a mesmerizing singing voice that she uses both to charm café customers and occasionally to lure unsuspecting prey. She often hums softly while working, adding an ethereal atmosphere to the Blue Frog Cafe.

Style and Fashion: Naia’s style blends vintage elegance with modern trends. She often wears flowing dresses and accessories that have a nautical or aquatic theme, subtly hinting at her siren nature.

Cooking and Recipes: Despite her need for raw meat, Naia is an excellent cook and enjoys creating unique dishes for the café. She often incorporates seafood into her recipes, drawing on her extensive knowledge of marine life.

Human Connections: Naia is deeply protective of her human friends and customers, often forming bonds with those who frequent her café. She sees them as a way to stay grounded in the human world.

Knowledge of History: With centuries of life experience, Naia has an extensive knowledge of history and cultures. She often surprises people with her insights and stories about events long past.

Art and Creativity: Naia is an accomplished artist, using painting and drawing as a way to process her emotions and memories. Her artwork often features themes of the sea and the mythical.

Reluctant Heroine: Despite her darker instincts, Naia often finds herself protecting Greywood from supernatural threats, using her siren abilities to safeguard the town she now calls home.

Loyalty and Vengeance: Naia holds deep loyalty to those she cares about, but if betrayed, she can become vengeful and dangerous, using her powers to exact revenge on those who wrong her.

Learning and Education: As a nurse student, Naia is passionate about medicine and healing, seeing it as a way to atone for her past. She often stays up late studying and practicing her skills.

Magical Artifacts: Over her long life, Naia has collected various magical artifacts and trinkets. She keeps them hidden in her café, using them only when absolutely necessary.

Dreams and Nightmares: Naia is plagued by vivid dreams and nightmares of her past, particularly the night she became a siren. These dreams often influence her mood and actions.

tw cannabilism //: She eats raw meat to satisfy her craving for flesh, preventing her from eating people. Similar to raw feeding animals.

Relationships with Other Supernaturals: Naia has a network of connections with other supernatural beings in Greywood and beyond. She often exchanges favors and information with them, maintaining a delicate balance of alliances.

Modern Technology: Despite her age, Naia is adept with modern technology. She manages the Blue Frog Cafe’s social media, attracting both locals and tourists with her captivating posts.

Charity and Community: Naia is actively involved in community service and charity work, using the café as a hub for local events and fundraisers. She sees it as a way to give back to the community that accepted her.

✕ ⸻ SIREN FORM

Appearance

Overall Aesthetic: Naia’s siren form exudes an otherworldly allure, blending elements of the sea with an elegant, haunting beauty. Her appearance is both captivating and unsettling, a testament to her dual nature as both a seductive enchantress and a predatory force.

Skin: Her skin is a pale, iridescent blue with a subtle shimmer that reflects the colors of the ocean. It has an almost translucent quality, giving her an ethereal glow in the water. This coloration is reminiscent of moonlight on the sea or the glimmer of fish scales under the sun.

Eyes: Naia’s eyes are a striking, deep sea green with flecks of silver that resemble the shifting light on the water’s surface. They have a hypnotic quality, capable of enchanting those who meet her gaze. Her pupils are elongated, similar to a cat’s, enhancing her predatory aspect.

Hair: Her hair is long and flowing, cascading down her back like a silken waterfall of dark teal with hints of seafoam green. It moves as if underwater, with gentle, fluid motions that seem to sway with the currents. The hair is adorned with delicate seaweed-like strands and tiny, bioluminescent sea creatures that glow softly in the dark.

Tail: From the waist down, Naia possesses a long, sinuous tail covered in shimmering scales. The tail is a blend of dark blues and greens, with a gradient that becomes lighter towards the fluke. The fin at the end of her tail is wide and elegant, with intricate patterns that resemble the waves and ripples of the sea.

Fins and Gills: She has delicate, translucent fins along her arms, legs, and sides that resemble the frills of sea anemones. Her gills are faintly visible on her neck and ribs, appearing as subtle, almost decorative ridges.

Voice: Her voice is enchanting and melodious, with a hauntingly beautiful quality that can both soothe and seduce. Her singing is an integral part of her siren nature, able to lure sailors and captivate those who hear it.

Naia’s siren form is a breathtaking vision of the sea’s beauty and peril. Her pale, iridescent skin glistens with the hues of the ocean, and her long, dark teal hair flows like sea foam caught in a gentle current. Her deep sea green eyes, flecked with silver, draw you in with their hypnotic allure. A sinuous tail of dark blues and greens undulates gracefully behind her, ending in a wide, elegant fin. Delicate, translucent fins adorn her limbs, and her voice, a haunting melody, carries the weight of both enchantment and sorrow. Her attire, a flowing sea silk garment adorned with pearls and seaweed, floats around her like mist, completing the image of a siren both beautiful and tragic.

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letterfromheart · 1 year ago

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— ⊹ ✴

lunette irisya,

might as well be known as chalestine blythe whitney / magenta primrose / lacey caroline as the name 🪷🀦

🀤 i perceive myself as the warmth on a last winter, a gleam at the edge of the blue, the quieten wave, the blooming flower, the growing tree, the merry sky! 𖹭 🕊

a brief information about the shades of ocean blue 𖹭

✶ — if i were ...

a song, i would be the ‘autumn morning’ by IU / instrument, clair de lune / place, would be the ocean sea / a movie, interstellar and its theories / animals, mixed bunny and kittie / paintings, cliff walk at pourville & water lilies / flower, a primrose / colours, musk mist & lavender grey & lace & lilac snow & ancient water & slate gray! 🪷

any kind of appellation is allowed to be given to me as long as it pertains to my identity.. ♡ (i, too, generally give some people a nickname if we happen to be friends with each other; i consider it a present to those who are willing to befriend me, it is like my second nature.. ⊹ ִ ໋.ˑ) feminine or they / them / theirs are my go-to pronouns; nevertheless, it is still fine to address me with other kinds besides it, i swing with any pronouns. if you ever wondering about my age, just in case you are a MDNI user, then shoo-shoo your worries away! i have reached the age of consent (20↑).

to be frank, i am not too fond of the astrology thingy... however! i have discovered something, i happen to be february’s piscean — ☽ after several times taking test, i got certified as xnfj! truthfully, i myself think that type of mbti suits me the most. i tend to be organized with almost everything around me, i enjoy myself as a planner, and i am either too loud when my energy gets fully charged— or too quiet when i am running out of it.. there is nothing in between.

“may love reach you like the sound of the waves . . . ♥︎”

my interests are wheeling around the sounds of the seaside, blabbering and discovering more about the mysteries in outer space and the deepest ocean, taking pictures of trees and the sky, observing and learning about self-improvement, watching a romance-comedy, fantasy, or teen movie, playing with or watching a kitten, bunny, or otter videos, doing make-up and skincare, and exploring other beauty stuff ♡☘︎

aside from those things, i also listen to music and sometimes use it as a way to escape from reality. ever since i was little, music has been my dearest companion! thus, it is making me appreciate various genres. aiming to find some people who have the same interest as mine.. i will make a list of some of the singers or composers whose songs and pieces i have been listening to avidly 🎶

✴ — taylor swift, sunset rollercoaster, wave to earth, the dream academy, sleeping at last, the oh hello, zabawa, secondhand serenade, bruno major, keshi, mitski, the macarons project, a rocket to the moon, charlie burg, niki zefanya, laufey, 92914, beabadoobee, olivia rodrigo, lee ji-eun, novo amor, jannabi, the weeknd, mxmtoon, imaginary future, et cetera.

✴— claude debussy, beethoven, tchaikovsky, chopin, johann pachelbel, mozart, thad fiscella, hikaru shirosu, brian crain, manon clément, yiruma, et cetera.

watching a movie / drama / series is also a way for me to learn about new things and comprehend other people’s perspectives. here, i will also list some of the things i have on my watched-list 📺

✴ movie — interstellar, moonfall, the martian, oppenheimer, 2001: a space odyssey, gravity, barbie, a man called otto, the handmaiden, enola holmes, the princess diaries, passengers, the devil wears prada, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, hocus pocus, ad’ astra, legally blonde, clueless, mean girls, soulmate, the parent trap, charlie and the chocolate factory, ghibli movies, me before you, little women, breakfast at tiffany’s, et cetera.

✴ film-series / series — gilmore girls, gossip girls, the hunger games, narnia, harry potter, the maze runner, wednesday, anne with an e, victorious, the haunted hathaways, sam & cat, wandavision, resident evil, et cetera.

✴ drama — hometown cha cha cha, daily dose of sunshine, the glory, a time called you, little women (korean’s version), the king: eternal monarch, 2521, crash landing on you, forecasting love and weather, our beloved summer, anna, it's okay to not be okay, dream high, pyramid game, et cetera.

🍁 ♡ 𝅄 and there are some things i have not yet written that you might notice when you have been befriending and talking with me !! ☺︎

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redsamuraiii · 3 years ago

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Eien no Bokura Sea Side Blue (2015)

Aoi Matsuoka (Kasumi Arimura) is a photographer who loves the ocean. She is still figuring out her future and what she wants to be but feels pressured by her parent’s expectations to work in a reputable company of the corporate world.

Fate has it that one of her photographs of a beautiful sunset displayed at the exhibition caught the eyes of marine researchers at an aquarium who wants her on board their team to take photos of their work life and line of work.

Her time spent with them deepens her love for the sea and things started out well as they get along with each other, until a love triangle threatens to break the team. But Aoi is determined not to let it ruin their hard work in their research.

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tracksidequeen · 3 years ago

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✨TrackSide Queen’s Masterlist✨

This blog is here to fulfil your filthy and sweet fantasies of your favourite f1 characters. Before engaging please read the following:

This is, first and foremost, a safe community in which you are free to explore whatever you feel comfortable with;

I use explicit content- and trigger-warnings above each piece of work to ensure safe engagement for all;

Further disclaimers and warnings can be found at the bottom;

Please consider me you big sister and don’t hesitate to (confidentially/anonymously) ask me any questions you have about sex, kinks, relationship-advise or anything else, happy to help;

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Now, enjoy reading x

Below the page break (smut* + fluff* + posts - pics, video’s, gifs):

Lewis Hamilton

Toto Wolff

Daniel Ricciardo

Pierre Gasly

Mick Schumacher

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts of it and claiming it as your own.

🔎Posts 🔎

Lewis Hamilton Images

Lewis Hamilton Videos

Lewis Hamilton Gifs

🔥 Smut 🔥

White Lace ✨new✨

When Lewis dominates you, the last thing you should do is resist… You’ll find that out the hard way.

Lewis Kink List

Handsy in the Car

How Lewis would react if you’re being bratty and handsy in the car...

Too much to Handle? ✨new✨

You mess up the strategy..? They mess you up. Toto, Lewis and Michael are well equipped to teach you a lesson - or two.

The PR Fiasco ✨new✨

As his pr it is your job to put Lewis in his place when he slips up, but can you make sure he'll behave next time?

The Lion, the Wolff and their Queen ✨new✨

Lewis, Toto and you have a champagne filled threesome.

The Forbidden Fruit

You and Lewis try anal for the first time...

Take over Control

Lewis teaches you how to be a dom for the night..

A Point to Prove

Lewis gets upset with you, but you’re having none of it, leaving you both with a point to prove..

Club Night

Lewis fucks you in the bathroom of a club and cum drips down your legs as you get back onto the dance floor.

Trust Me?

After you get ambushed by reporters Lewis feels guilty, but later that night he fucks his frustration out on you.

Hotness in Monaco

There is a heatwave in Monaco and Lewis walking around naked doesn’t help relief the heat, but he knows what will.

A Little Patience, Birthday Boy

At his surprise party Lewis realises you have one more surprise for him in store...

❤️ Fluff ❤️

Eternal Soul ✨new✨

Weary and blue. That’s how you feel, but the last thing you want is to distract Lewis.

HC: Daddy Daughter Podium ✨new✨

Lewis takes his baby on the podium for the victory celebration

The Perfect Night

The perfect night Lewis had planned for you turned out a little different than expected, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Toto Wolff Images

Toto Wolff Video’s

Toto Wolff Gifs

Toto Wolff Aesthetic Moodboards

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When Hearts Find A Home ✨new✨

Against All Odds

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 (Will be continued)

4 years of med-school and this is what you get- babysitting an injured billionaire; but at St. Lucille’s Hospital nothing ever goes according to plan.

Professor Wolff Bad Romance

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

Professor Wolff keeps on giving you bad grades for no apparent reason, so you march up to his office, only to find out he has other intentions…

Love by the Seaside ✨new✨

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

The Fire you Start

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Bonus Chapter 2.5 |

You are Toto’s press officer and what starts out as a meaningless hook up, turns into a steamy office romance.

A Package Deal

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Toto gets to know your Luca and slowly but surely it starts to feel like a real family.

🔥 Smut 🔥

The Secret Seduction ✨new✨

Suspiciously, your dad’s best friend and business partner comes over a lot for dinner. You’re determined to get to the bottom of it, quite literally.

The Lion, the Wolff and their Queen

Lewis, Toto and you have a champagne filled threesome.

What’s my Name?

Toto hears his name through the hotel walls as you pleasure yourself and decides to help you out.

Mile High Club

A long week has past and a long week is ahead, but Toto takes his time to reward the dedication of his assistant.

Briefing Room Heat ✨new✨

After messing up the race Toto has a lot to say, but when he crosses the line you're sure to make sure he'll make up for it. On your terms.

Always Happy

After the fia meeting Toto releases his stress, praising you the whole night, showing you how much he appreciates you in more ways than one.

I’m Your Cherry, Baby

After teasing Toto during his meeting he teaches you a lesson and shows you exactly why he’s your valentine.

Champagne Soaked

Toto flies you out to a GP and after winning a race the two of you have a champagne filled celebration.

Night at the Office

Your boss Toto takes you in his office after a late night meeting, and a night full of stress turns into a night filled with pleasure.

The Perfect Addition

Your life is perfect, married to the man of your dreams, a sweet little princess in your life, but you and Toto feel the need to create an addition to your little Wolff-Pack.

Pretty Woman, Walking Down the Paddock

Toto arranges for you to come to the race weekends to ‘soften up his image’, but the mutual agreement turns into something a little more personal. (based on the plot of Pretty Women)

A Ride to Remember

Toto takes you on a picnic in the Italian country side, and a nice meal turns into steamy love making under the warm sun.

Stress Relief

After a though day at the office you know just what Toto needs to calm his nerves.

The Clipboard Power Play

After putting Toto in his place at work, he gives you a taste of your own medicine at night, teaching you a hard lesson.

Longing for You

After being away from Toto for so long, you burn for each others’ bodies, not letting a laptop screen stand in your way.

Now That I’ve Got You..

After years of denial, you and Toto finally confess your feelings and now that he has you he (quite literally) can’t let go.

A Shot for the Big Boss

At his birthday, Toto tries to get close to you and the unthinkable happens...

Too much to Handle?

You mess up the strategy..? They mess you up. Toto, Lewis and Michael are well equipped to teach you a lesson - or two.

❤️ Fluff ❤️

This One Means Forever ✨new✨

A story about a difficult ‘goodbye’ between two people who are soul-bound for a lifetime.

Anger, Regret, Love, and Hate

After forgetting Valentine’s day Toto does everything in his power to make it up to you. Even if it takes all night for you to forgive him.

Toto to the Rescue

You don’t feel well at the race and Toto takes care of you.

Tale of the Lost Voice

You find out how Toto lost his voice and you take care of him for the rest of the day.

Safe in your Arms

As the storm rages outside you go to Toto, putting aside the fight you had earlier, and you nuzzle in his arms, reminiscing about the past.

All the Stars Aligned

After a long day Toto surprises you with a lovely dinner and bath, after which you nuzzle up on the sofa envisioning your future together

Scruffy Daddy

After some quality daddy-daughter-time Toto realises it might be a wise decision to keep his scruff.

Give Me Love

On an easy Sunday morning you and Toto discuss your wedding plans and end up slow-dancing in the living room.

Starting Our Wolff-Pack

Toto receives the best new in the world from you... you’re pregnant and ready to start your little Wolff-pack.

Home Sweet Home

Toto and you arrive at home for the first time after welcoming your little princess Nina the the world.

Romancing the Parabolica

Toto takes you on a date in Monza around the old track, and charms you all night long.

🔥smut🔥

Sweet Surrender

In a heated argument Toto gets turned on when you call him by his full name as you put him in his place.

The Red Folder

Toto teases you as you can’t reach for a file on the top shelf in his office.

Crossing Boundaries

Toto needs to pee real bad but you happened to be taking a bath.. a boundary that has never been crossed and he’ll teach you a lesson for giving him a hard time.

Surrender to the Vibes

Toto edges you with a remote vibrator at the Price Giving Gala.

Midnight Distraction

In the midnight-hour you give Toto a well-deserved distraction.

Handsy in the Car

How Toto would react if you’re being bratty and handsy in the car...

❤️ fluff ❤️

Piggyback Rides

Toto gives you a piggyback-ride back to the hospitality after a wet race.

Tale of the Thousand Shirts

(In dedication of his embroidered shirts) For the first time you walk in Toto’s closet and you can’t believe what you see...

The Appropriate Reward

Toto kisses you after getting his question right, but his challenge continues…

The Price you’ll Pay

Toto’s feelings are hurt after someone commented on his hair, but you’re about to let him how beautiful he is.

Partners in Crime

Toto is having a difficult time needing you more than ever.

Under the Sea

On an easy Sunday morning you curl up on the sofa, watching Toto play with the little one.

Buns in the Oven

How Toto would react to an unplanned pregnancy...

🔥smut🔥

Toto Kink List

Let Them Know ✨new✨

Just Toto and his unbuttoned shirt...

🔥 Smut 🔥

Handsy in the Car (requested)

How Daniel would react if you’re being bratty and handsy in the car...

Fireworks of Passion (requested)

At a new years party you and Daniel have an intimate moment as the clock strikes 12 and fireworks sparkle in the sky.

❤️ Fluff ❤️

Friendly Neighbour

Daniel invites you to join Michael and him for a training session, but he can’t keep his eyes off you and tries to make his move.

Pierre Gasly

🔥 Smut 🔥

Mine, and Only Mine

Pierre takes you to track and you get attention from the drives, but you make sure he knows just how much you’re his girl.

Mick Schumacher

❤️ Fluff ❤️

Night Sky Full of Love

Mick invites you to spend new years with his family, and he has a little surprise for you.

DISCLAIMER: I write RPF or AU’s (in which the characters are always single) and these works of fiction are written with respect and the best intentions at heart. The characters are based on real people, but the words and events portrayed in my stories are fictional and do not reflect on the actual people written about. The words represent my own interpretation of what I perceive in the media of said person . They are not intended to be mistaken for fact, and no libel is intended.

WARNINGS: I am an 18+ writer and this is mainly an 18+ blog, thus, responsibly consult the warnings in the header of each piece of work and refrain from reading if you’re a minor when the warnings apply. These warnings include age-restriction, explicit content and trigger warnings associated with the piece of writing, and is intended to ensure a safe engagement with my work.

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dienamights · 3 years ago

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖉 | 𝕶.𝕭𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖌𝖔𝖚 | ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯. Ⅱ

Desperate to escape the wrath of the all too powerful magick wielding Sizithian ruler, your father sends you off to wed the king of the Protectorate of Sha, upon his daunting request.

For the very first time, you set off outside of the confines of your home, traveling east to resentfully start your very unwanted life. But beyond the walls of your kingdom is more than what meets the eye.

The world you live in isn’t as peaceful as you always thought it would be, the mythical creatures whose stories you used to recall to the children of the kingdom stare you in the eye, elves, fairies and mermaids alike. It was also then that you witnessed the full capability of the dragon’s wing to summon an eclipse as it flew over the land below it. And just like all the stories you knew about; the untold tale of the dragon raid will inevitably lead to the greatest war of all.

═ 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

═ 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3.3K

═ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀): mentions of blood, mentions of nausea but no vomiting lmao, also a description of a dead body

═ 𝗧𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: open

═ 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲(𝘀): we meet baku next chapter so GET EXCITED

⤆ ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝙸

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 Ⅲ ⟾

‘The first optimistic glimmer of light in a world that has been lingering in the shadows for longer than memory, and the bravery needed to grasp for that unknown promise of brighter days, lead to escape.’

It has been a few days since your father’s approval for you to be the new queen of the Protectorate of Sha. And while you had been crying in your pillows about it every single night, you still found time to plan out your great get away with Yui.

“Your highness,” she bows when she reaches you, flushed cheeks from running all that distance with the rattling armour she wears on the daily, no matter how many times you tell her it isn’t necessary. “Prince Shoto requests your presence in the library, says he may have found something you might find useful.” she says, and you all but run back to the prince with that sorry excuse of a dress hindering your every movement.

The architecture of the space is most seen in the bookshelves. The steps are constructed first, arching like the end of a cat's tail before climbing to the first story. The bookshelves follow, constructed up along the wall, with each shelf beginning exactly next to the stairwell. It seems as if the area is built one feature at a time, with each concept building on the previous one.

The bookcases and their inky treasures decorate the tranquil room, quiet in the sense of comfortable solitude and pleasant seaside colours, soft blues, greys, and browns. The bookcase's wood appeared as if it had washed up on a beach someday, as if it had previously been a part of a vast sailing ship. Yet it now rests in its eternal home, in the lonely bay that is the corner of this room.

You look around for a moment in the vast, well-stocked library you know like the back of your hand. People are busy working away in there, examining and reading books and making extracts with such intense interest that you almost envy them for being successful in their search, though it was a generous delight seeing people so happy in their work, and a desire to associate yourself somehow in it, rather than any grudging of their satisfaction, especially when the dual haired prince waves you over eagerly- well, as eager as someone as monotone as him could get.

“Hei Nis Volaav” is what you hear when you’re within earshot of the prince, leading you to question him with an arch of your brow. “Pardon?” you ask, leaning closer to hear him again in case you were imagining things.

“That's- that's what it says, the writing on the scroll,” he slides the book closer to you to pick it up and take a closer look. “Something about an ancient language called ‘Kaarthurnax‘ from centuries ago, I was not able to get the translation for it, so this is as good as it's going to get.”

“That's… that's amazing Shoto!” Regardless of the prince’s words, you still smile at the book, placing it back on the table and sitting next to him to flip through it in awe. The pages of the book flutter in the breeze as the afternoon light shines through the glass window, the flapping creating the most lovely melody you could hear. Already your favorite; the one you could read over and over and yet want more of, even though not a single word makes sense to you. Those crumpled pages within it are like an elixir. The book had a basic earthy-colored cover that was pleasing to the eyes, comforting.

Even after all these years, it’s soft to the touch, and the edges resembled a cherished teddy bear, dog-eared pages probably marked a favorite phrase, maybe one that confessed love. Wear signs are almost nonexistent, as if someone had been as gentle with the book as they would be with a porcelain doll, despite the fact that they might have flipped through it hundreds of times . The pages within appear to have been bathed in golden rays and absorbed them, so gently radiant were they. And the letters fell into place as though by the hand of a musician, one who was used to the finer notes of beauty.

“Here, you can see those that resemble the same letters,” he pulls out your journal with the ripped piece of scroll and places it next to the book, comparing the lines and nodding before he turns the pages to show you the rest. “You think my father speaks it? He- he looked really distraught when he saw the scroll, tried to smudge away the ink,” you point out to the bleeding ink with a frown, looking up at the prince to see him do the same.

“I- I don't think so, it's a really old language, no one really speaks it aside from, well, the books says no one but mythical creatures…”

“Well, gotta get straight to the source, huh?” you mumble to yourself before you get up with a grin, slamming the book close before a puff of dust urges a cough out of you, “-talk about ancient.” Your body shivers when you hear a breathy chuckle, turning around to face the prince only to find his stoic face looking right back at you.

Bowing gratefully, you hold the books under your arm and leave the library in a haste, throwing an excuse of using the powder room as you leave the prince blinking at your retreating back, a small smile tugging at his lips before he returns the other books in their respective places silently.

With getting one puzzle piece closer to uncovering the truth, you walk purposefully to your father’s council chamber again, steps faltering the closer you get to it, worry washing over you as you recall your recent visit to it.

The first red flag you shouldn’t have overlooked is the absence of the guards, the last one you see is miles away from the door, and you turn around to question his position, before pressing your lips together and making it to the large door.

Right before you knock, you hear your mother, well, you hear her wails, her warm voice shaken to its depths as she sobs, just like a long hopeless violin, “why couldn’t you just say no?” she weeps, and you barely hold yourself from bursting in because never in your life have you heard your mother raise her voice even a pinch higher at your father.

Your father's voice - lacking sympathy, as usual, but given the way that he had raised you, you can't claim to be surprised - forces its way into your ear. “You dare question your king? You think I'm not doing this for the benefit of my people?” “Oh, you and your people!” a gasp slips past your lips at her outburst, fingers on the handle shaking in fear of what the king might do to his wife’s raised voice.

“My land, my kingdom, my people; you and I both know you’re nothing without the Emperor, like a dog chasing after his owner with his tail wedged between his legs—“ you can’t even question it, the ringing slap across your mother’s face echoes in the empty hallway, the noise of which smites sharply upon the ear, like the crack of a pistol in an alley.

Muffling your choked sob, you rest your hand on the wall to balance yourself, feeling your body burn up at the sound of your mother’s crying. Yet what surprises you is that she keeps going, no matter how loud your father gets, she screams louder.

“Silence!” His shouts reverberate against the wooden door, and the sudden urge to beat him down with the books is unavoidable, but you hold your breath at your mother’s words, biting your lip until the metallic taste hits your buds.

“This is what it is, your majesty, you’re given power, authority and a land almost as big as your ego,” his hand against the table shakes your demeanor, like a little wobbling deer taking its first steps when you back away in fear. “And the price has always been your daughter?”

The books slide from underneath your grip, and for a second, there is nothing but your panting breath and the cluttering fall of the cursed books.

“Who goes there?” Comes the angry bellow of your father, the king, and as much as you push yourself to move, gravity suddenly nails your feet to the ground as your whole body shakes in fear.

Never before have you noticed how time is similar to water in that it may pass slowly, a drop at a time, even freeze, or it can rush by you in an instant. The clock tells you it is measured and consistent, tick tock, tick tock, like a part of a well-ordered universe; but the clock lies. The last-minute has flown by like hundreds of fluttering pages every second, one by one. Your heartbeat is louder, the wind is cooler, and the colors are dimmer in this slow-time bubble. All the while, your insides feel as if there is nothing there, nothing that needs to be fed, nothing that requires anything but the need to run, run.

And so you do, you pick up the fallen books, bunch up your dress, and race time as you try to the round the corner before your father opens the door, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when the last inch of your dress passes by the wall before he tugs the door wide open, yelling and threatening as you do what you do best, round every corner, climb up and down stairs, only stopping when you make it back to your room.

You don’t realize you’re crying until your tears cloud your vision, dripping one after another on the leather book before you wipe them away with your sleeve, fighting the urge to cry out when you hear guards running past your door at the king’s call.

A few heavy minutes pass before Yui knocks on your door, an agreed pattern informing you of her identity before she peeks in with a smile when she finds you in your room. “Good news, Kaoru is fed and packed with all your necessities, ready for your-”

“I’m… I’m not leaving. They- it was all planned out...”

They say sorrow comes after anger, but anger never occurs except in direct self-defense, so perhaps you can credit your inherent passivity with your willingness to cry and suffer pain, to let the sorrow teach you more about your true nature and how fragile humans actually are.

Those that need to escape make a fantasy of it. It comes in ways that appear so playful, it ends up being the smoke of the fire that burns within. Yet fire cares not of the time it vanishes, only that it gives heat and light at the moment, and you’re left with nothing but everlasting cold and a heart wrenching bitterness.

Mourning is the dawn before the light is brave enough to cascade over the horizon. It is the time when the colours of the world bowed in reverence to the grief, pausing, pausing... before moving on with the new day and the life that needed loving attention once more.

The seventh day's sun rises like a canopy of gold, brilliant among the blue, bidding the stars to retire for the night. As the darkness fades, every color shifts from charcoal to vibrancy. On any other day, you wonder what is offered in exchange for such heavenly magic gifts; perhaps it is love, perhaps it spreads into space, perhaps it is the link to creation beyond the limits of the world, of reality. Perhaps you, too, are made of gold, a brilliant flame that burns for another kind. That's an idea as warm as a bright new day for you, one that tickles your mind as much as your heart.

The celebration weaves the crowd together as the most magnificent of colors. Swimming through as a school of happy fish, bright in rainbow hues, converting their joy into the cheers and congrats as they call your name in triumph.

Lanterns are passed along between the townspeople are the stars made to salute the black heavens, as if shooting stars pause to light the path, nestled in the wintry boughs.

Alas, today, as you watch your mother dress herself in a gown as dark as night, sobbing into her handkerchief before she throws herself on your father’s chest to quiet herself down, fists flimsy as they pound against his chest with mumbles of blame slipping past her lips. You remember that you’re just an ember swaying in the wind, taking your last breath before you’re put out, never to see the light again.

“I’d like to say a few words,” your father says before pausing to push your mother away like a lint on his cape, silencing her wails with a hard glare you still remember as if burnt into the back of your eyelids. “I think you’ve said plenty enough, your majesty.” You bow mockingly before walking past him, wrapping your arms around your mother as she cries an apology after the other into your shoulder.

“We must take our leave,” the prince calls, back straight despite the situation he’s in, watching intently as your father turns to face you while you wipe away your mother’s tears.

“Know this,” you look down to meet your father’s gaze after getting up on the horse, grinning maliciously when he grunts. “Remember this place, because any day now, anything that the sun touches will belong to me.”

The outside world is quite astonishing, when you finally make your way out of the confines of the castle. When you first look beyond the horizon and see nature without your imagination's veil, awe comes at you, with the naked eye and the mind open to the beauty of this world. It is the baby's delight when they first see a dog or witness a leaf blow in the wind. And when you notice those little things, when you fall in love with the journey, everything brightens. The larger items become nearly overpowering, and the sensation of excitement grows exponentially. It is only then that you realize you have lived a half-life, greyed and devoid of the warmth that every human being is born with.

The trees are dancing ladies in this light that colors your skin so warmly, each in a dress more magnificent than any designer can create. They move in perfect rhythm with one another, orchestrated by the wind. They are the heart and soul of this early summer morning, and you wonder how many different shades of green you are seeing. You extend your arms up, fingers stretched toward the sun, and slowly begin to relax as they stretch upwards and outwards toward the light, soaking in rays as pure as rain.

“Your highness,” breaks you out of your trance, straightening up and running your hand through the horse’s mane with an almost annoyed hum at having your moment with nature ruined by the prince’s guard. “Prince Shoto requests you ride with him up front, if you may.” he bows his head, and you bite your lip regretfully at almost snapping at him before nodding timidly, nudging the side of the horse with a click of your tongue to speed him up until you’re next to the prince.

“Ah, your highness, thank you for joining me.” you only hum in reply, eyes darting at the beauty surrounding you. “You know, I was kind of waiting for your great escape to happen before we leave,” he looks forward as he speaks, disregarding your flabbergasted expression before you try to contain yourself. “Pardon?” “You were planning to run away, weren’t you.” It's nowhere near being a question, you blink ahead and only nod in answer, biting the inside of your cheek as the horse puffs air after slowing down.

“H-how did, how did you know?” he lets out a chuckle before replying. “You’re not exactly the best at keeping secrets, your highness…” awkwardly, you can’t help but laugh, shaking your head before the sight of the guards getting in formation to surround the two of you catches your attention.

“You, you seem to know a lot, more than you let on,” he hums, asking you to elaborate. “First of all, there's the whole thing with my plan.” “That you surprisingly didn’t go through with.” you could’ve sworn there is a teasing lilt to his voice, but you only turn to see his face as expressionless as ever.

“Right, then the whole thing with the Emperor, his relationship with my father- and don’t tell me you know nothing about them, you being intelligent and able to piece things together doesn't make me an idiot.” Only then do you turn around to marvel at your surroundings, except, what you’re faced with is nothing to awe at.

The forest that once seemed to be alive now chills you. Under the heat of the sun, your body still shakes. You pass by the muddy river that eddies as if it were hand stirred hot cocoa. The trees that sheltered so many with their spreading canopy of green and provided so much are now lifeless sticks of charcoal, no more vibrant than the old lamp-posts in the kingdom. The light illuminates the scorched ground and still that smell of burning lingers despite the light drizzling rain.

The prince hands you his cloak before you wave him away politely, showing him yours and covering your head with it as your eyes flail left and right at the scene that drastically changes in seconds. Your eyes fall on the littered gravestones that have sunk into the soft soil giving them the appearance of shrinking. The engraved words, so weathered by a century of rain, sit just above the level of the ground covering plants that sprawled over the dirt. As your horse passes by the scattered graves, you can’t help but notice the one that wasn’t entirely submerged.

Only the crown of the skull is poking above the soil, obvious signs of a poor burial. Presented as if the heavy rains have revealed it. In a week or two the leaves of fall would have covered it again and the body will rest again in its grave. Alas, curiosity nibs at you as you pass by it, the skeleton looks fresh. In some places there is a pink sheen where flesh had been newly and inexpertly removed. There are tool marks gauged into recently living bone and a round hole in the skull. At the rear the head was cleaved open with a sharp knife and it’s now hollow.

You wrap yourself in the cloak, waves of nausea adding to your misery. Your brain feels like it would swell beyond the capacity of your skull and now your stomach lurches and gurgles. you raise your heavy eyelids halfway only for them to fall shut. You pry them open again and turn away from the scene, blinking away the burning tears as you try to breathe through the nauseated feeling, only looking at the concerned prince and nodding at him to keep moving.

“That's, that's my father’s kingdom?” You all but whimper at the sight of the bruised and battered people finding shelter under the ruined buildings, looking up at you with hope that dies immediately when you pass by them. “He’s giving me up, for this?”

“I’m- I’m afraid so… all given by the emperor,”

It's been there a while now, this anger, escaping when you’re lost in your thoughts. you’re angry at your ruined childhood and dreams, angry at the lies you’ve been fed since you learned how to speak, and by god are you angry at your father. Though in a fume of hot anger, you had the good sense to choke back the first impetuous reprimand trembling on your lips, only letting yourself utter those words.

“We’ll see about that,”

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