#her colors are amazing so glad they use them on her sister

[ragnar0c]

Drew Edie too

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[cherryswisherz]

triggered

jana x oc

warnings: oc is going through a breakup

get it the fuck together jaz. lock. in. 

staring into the mirror, i study every aspect of my face. my curls flow down my back. my face is beat to perfection. the jewelry i have on costs more than my rent. 

i should be ecstatic.

i'm living every girls dream. 

there are 5000 people outside this bathroom door, chanting my name, waiting for me to give them memories they'll die with. 

and yet i'm in here, staring at myself, fighting the urge to say fuck this shit and go home. 

my phone dings, and i ignore it, thinking it's my manager, telling me i need to haul ass and get on stage. 

but then it dings again. 

holly never texts twice. 

i pull out my phone and it's paige. 

i forgot she's here. 

paigey be you. be great.

oh fuck her for that. 

now i have  to go on. 

with a sigh, and a quick tune up in the mirror, i open the door, march to the stage entrance and wait for my que. 

the music starts and i walk with all the confidence i can muster and smile at the deafening screams of my name. 

jazmin! jazmin! jazmin!

paige is front and center, with all her teammates and azzi. 

i used to be the number one pazzi shipper. i fought for this relationship to happen. i practically shoved paige out of the closet myself so that she and azzi could be together. 

and now here they are with my face on their shirts and holding each other in their arms and i want to throw up. 

not because i don't want them together, but because seeing that makes the loneliness in my chest seem bigger. 

i don't even really miss her.  i just miss having someone to call at 3 am when i can't sleep. i miss having someone to call first when i get news. i miss having someone to hold. 

i guess you could say i miss being in a relationship, rather than the person i was in a relationship with. 

"hey guys !" i yell into the mic, and everyone screams. "thank you all for coming out today, i love you all so much!" the crowd is deafening. "i wanna give special shout out to my sister, paige and the other members of the UCONN womens basketball team for being hear today!" the camera pans to paige and the girls, and i do a double take when i see a girl around my age, towering over everyone else. "i love you paigey!" the crowd goes wild. 

the concert began and i used my show to work through all the mixed emotions i was feeling, bringing my audience with me through them. 

we danced during my verse on my type. laughed during b.s. . cried during none of your concern.

and after an hour and 30 minutes of singing, dancing, crying, and yapping between songs, the concert was over. 

and i could a breathe again. 

until i was bombarded by my 6'1 sister and her ginormous friends. 

everyone told me how amazing i look and sound and how they listen to my music everyday. these are things i hear everyday so i say the same response i say everyday. 

"thank you so much." 

"aye we're boutta go to a club, you trynna roll with us?" paige asked, rubbing her hands together and looking at her girlfriend, who i'm just now realizing is wearing a semi-skimpy outfit. 

so is everyone else, actually. 

and now they're looking at me like i can't say no. 

so i don't. 

"uh yeah!" i chuckle uncomfortably. "just let me change real quick."

*luh time skip*

i'm actually glad i came out. 

we got a section. bottles galore. music is booming. 

the vibes are actually immaculate. i'm two shots in and kk is twerking in my lap as big boogie talks about taking caramel colored baddie to poundtown. we vibing for real. 

i've learned the beautiful girl from earlier is named jana. she doesn't really talk, and i guess she'd too young to drink because she's been babysitting ginger ale all night. 

"i'm gonna go get a bottle of casamingo!" i annouce, bouncing up from the counch and stomping down the stair of our section. 

when i reach the bar, i pay the bartender and wait for my bottle. but while i'm waiting i hear my name being called and i assume it's a fan, so i turn around with a huge smile, only to be slapped in the face with the sight of my ex-girlfriend, kristen.

she looks exactly the same as she did three weeks ago when we broke up. and for some reason that pisses me off. it makes my blood boil and my breath quicken. 

i'm ripped out of my trance when i hear the dj yell, "WE GOT JAZMIN INNA HOUSE!!!" 

fuck. he's gonna make me sing. 

"COME UP AND GIVE SOMETHING GIRL!" he shouts and everyone screams in agreement. 

in a daze, i walk to the stage and grab the mic. 

everyone chants, 

freestyle freestyle freestyle

and then the dj, who i'm beginning to really fucking hate, plays a beat i've never heard before, leaving me not knowing what the fuck to do. 

i look to our section, and see my sister with her phone up, recording. i see azzi giving me thumbs up like the sweetheart she is. i see kk clapping and cheering with everyone else. 

i see jana, with a look of fear in her eyes. 

like she can tell that i'm freaking fuck out, so she is too. 

but i can't go out like this. 

so i catch the beat, and sing whatever comes to mind. 

saying everything that's been on my mind for weeks now. 

"go figure you were the trigger you brought me to an obstructed view when you knew the picture was bigger who am i kiddin? knew from the beginnin you'd ruin everything you do it everytime you are my enemy, you are no friend of mine, muhfucka"

the crowd is loving it, swaying their flashlights to the music. paige looks so proud of me. she knows how i've been struggling since everything happened so i think she knows what a release this is. 

i look over to kristen who looks delectable, like always and it's pissing me off because the sex was great, but everything else sucked. but it's been so fucking long and i know that if i had 5 minutes to talk to her earlier i would have been back at square one in that toxic cycle of fucking and making up. 

"wanna fuck you right now i just turned the light out know and you know when the sun go down that's when it would all go down been a minute been a while ain't let nobody hit since you hit it i know you always know what to do with it but ain't no me and you without you in it damn i'm boutta burn this bitch down think i need to lie down cause i'm not trynna wild out now. but right now..."

i think of the screaming matches. the broken phone. the hole in my wall.

"don't know what i'm capable of might fuck around and go crazy on cuz might fuck around have to pay me in blood this ain't the way that you want it might catch a case in this bitch don't let m catch you face t face in this bitch trying my hardest not to disrespect you but after what you did, man what you expect? you muhfucka"

i find jana in the crowd because her face is so calming to me, and i don't know why. her eyes are closed and she's just vibing with a small smile on her face. 

she's not recording or anything, she's just enjoying the moment, and that warms my heart. 

"trynna let the time fly trynna let the time go by trynna let the time heal all trynna let the time kill all of our memories all you meant to me all that's history i'll calm down eventually fall back into me maybe i'm overeacting baby i don't know what happened you know all of my bad habits you know it's hard for me to control that shit man cuz when i get mad i get big mad shoulda never did that, get back in my bag in my feelings i'm a bad lil bitch and uh-"

i look back to kristen, who's wearing a pained expression on her face. 

good.

she know it's about her. 

"i'm triggered, when i see your face triggered when i hear your name triggered, i am not okay you need to stay out my what triggered when i hear your name triggered i am not okay you need to stay out my way." 

and then it's over, and the crowd cheers, and i hurry off the stage, back to my section where my friends all hug me and tell me that it was beautiful. 

and when the crowd settles, and i've taken another shot, because i felt entirely too sober, someone taps me on my shoulder. 

it's jana.

"can i get your number?"

"huh?" i ask confused as to why she'd want my number. 

"uh..." she looks around for a second. "i just wanna pay you back for the bottle."

jana hasn't been drinking.. why would she need to pa-

a light bulb goes off in my head and it all come together. 

"here." i hold my phone to hers and our contacts share to each other. 

am i ready for this?

probably not.

but.... we gotta start somewhere right?

niyah speaks lawd they got me writing a seriessss

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[onskepa]

Hello! Can you do a reader who is a siren with the sully family + metkayina?

Hellooooo!! Honestly this idea was a long time waiting! Glad you requested! Enjoy~!!

Pt 2

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Tirol

Water is essential for life, be it of fauna or flora. Water is a important element in keeping things alive. Land or sea, water is everything. There is nothing to argue about that. And no one knows better than the reef na'vi.

Water is their very life. A piece of their soul, their whole being. So who is this human to say she understands them?

Well meet Tirol. A human who came along with the Sully family. Many of the Metkayina clan were hesitant to accept Tirol. But the sully family that out of everyone in the family, Tirol needs to live here. Tonowari nor Ronal understood what they meant by that. Until one certain day.

During practice, Tsireya, ao'nung and rotxo were too busy helping neteyam and lo'ak that they didn't see tuk getting carried away by a sudden wave. She couldn't hold her breath much longer and was beginning to drown.

Lo'ak was the first to notice, screaming out tuk's name, the other teens turned and all panicked, quickly swimming towards tuk, but they were too far, they wouldn't make it in time!

tirol who was in the marui doing something heard the teens screaming out for tuk. She turns to see tuk struggling to keep her head above water. Panic struck her and without a second thought, Tirol jumps into the water to save tuk.

In less than 3 seconds, tirol grabbed tuk and held her above water. Tuk was choking out the water but was breathing alright and hugged tilor tightly.

Neteyam and lo'ak reached the two girls and released heavy sighs, checking on their little sister making sure she is ok.

Tsireya, ao'nung and rotxo stayed where they were, confused. A human is smaller, thus less energy and not as fast as a na'vi. So how was tirol able to make it to tuk when she was at the same distance at them yet made to tuk faster?

As the three swam closer, their heads still above water, ao'nung couldn't help but ask. "How were you able to swim with your little human legs?" ao'nung asks, tsireya hits him slightly at the back of his head which doesn't phase him.

The sully kids chuckled as tilor smiles. "Look underwater" was all she said. The three did so, and almost choked, they couldn't believe it, everything about it was beautiful as it was strange.

Instead of human legs, what they saw was one big long tail with fins! The scales glistening against the underwater lighting, the colors shinning through giving is a shiny look. The scales were of something else, blending the tail and the upper part of human skin. The tail was so hypnotizing, the fins were also of something else. Transparent yet elegant looking, flowing so beautifully.

Tisreya was amazed, she had never seen anything like it before! Lifting her head up, smiling so excitedly. "Amazing! your tail is so beautiful!", Tirol blushes slightly but is happy she nor the boys are freaked out. Rotxo came up, letting his mouth run before his mind, "how can you pee??". Both ao'nung and tsireya hit his head double time.

"please excuse my friends stupidity" ao'nung says. Toril giggles in amusement, "it is alright, but I am not going to answer that question". "Are all humans like you?" tsireya asks, tirol shakes her head. "Not really, I am called a siren".

"How about we talk more in the shallow areas" neteyam suggests, everyone agrees and does so. Gathering in a circle so everyone can admire tirol's tail, questions were being made.

"So what is a siren?" tsireya was the first to ask. Tirol and smiles and answers, "a siren is half human fish, we have the godly ability to sing. But not just singing a lovely tune no, our voice is our power. I can lure anyone with my voice in a hypnotizing way, and I lead them wherever I please".

The three reed children stared in amazement. "Have you ever used your...power before?" ao'nung asked. Tirol nods and explains further, "I have, I even assisted in battles against the sky demons, I would hide in the deepest lakes, violent rivers, and lure the sky demons to me. Once they reach the deep areas, I would remove their masks and drown them. It has taken time but it is more silent and effective".

The more tilor explains, the more entranced they are. Of course they would ask her to sing but was denied of request, "Whenever I sing, even if I don't mean to on purpose, anyone who hears me will be affected and I don't want that".

The three kids nodded and rotxo asked, "is that why you came with the sully family? Because of the wide ocean?". Tirol answered as she began to weave some seaweed, "two reasons really. The first is yes, because of the ocean. I loved the lakes and rivers but I longed for wide spaces, swim more than tight narrow areas. Second is for what I am. Once the sky demons found out what I am capable of, they will be after me. So joining the sully family, I came here. And I am so happy that they brought me. I love the ocean! the reefs, the animals, everything, truly I feel more at home than in the lakes and rivers".

Rotxo grinned and stood up, "well come on then. Lets see if your tail makes you faster than us" he challenged. Smiling at the invination, tilor was quick to move through the shallow water, making rotxo eat sand.

Laughing and new feeling of energy, everyone went back to the water and swim along side tirol. With her beautiful tail, she looked at home under water. Communicating with na'vi sing language, she said her under water jokes. The reef kids loved her jokes will the sully kids cringed at how terrible they were.

After a long day of swimming, everyone returned to their homes tired. Tirol sat at the edge of the walk ways, drying her tail for her legs to return. Tuk and kiri sat beside, handing her a bowl of freshly cooked stew. "I swam so much today, weird to say I am glad I am feeling sore and tired. I never used this much energy back at home" tirol says with a big smile on her face.

"We can tell, you swam none stop all day, but I am happy you like it here. You seemed to adjust more quicker than the rest of us" kiri comments. Tiorl pulls tuk on her lap and tuk feeds her. "Yes, but in no time the rest of you guys will adjust too. This is our home now".

The next few weeks, the whole metkayina clan now knew of tirol's ability, while she still refuses to sing, she speaks stories of her ancestors, and tales of her fallen sister clan, the mermaids.

Ronal and Tonowari were amazed of tirol's skills and all that makes her a siren. They were quick to accept her more than the sully family. Which the family dont take offence to, but tirol uses her new found acceptance as a bridge to get the two along.

To say, Tirol truly feels at home, being where she truly belongs, in the ocean. Where it is her natural home, and thrive in her true element with her long time friends and her found friends.

Aaaaaaaaaaand that is this it for this one! Hope you all like it! Until next time! See ya!

Tirol = song [vocal]

[widowsistersandfriends]

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

Request: Hey there! First of all, I want to say that your stories are amazing and I love reading them <3! They bring me the kind of comfort I can't get anywhere else. I'm fairly new Tumblr user, so I don't know how things actually work here, and I don't even know if you accept story suggestions. But anyway, I have a little idea that I don't feel I'm talented enough to write myself. I don't automatically assume that you will do anything, but I would be more than happy and grateful if you would ever find the time to even consider my suggestion. ❤

Idea: Y/n is really afraid of spiders. One day Natasha she starts discussing it with Natasha. Natasha, being a Black Widow herself, doesn't understand how anyone can be afraid of something as small as a harmless spider. The conversation soon turns into a playful pillow fight where Natasha accidentally finds out that Y/n is ticklish.

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hi!! I love reading fanfics you made, but I was wondering would you write another natasha and her sister (reader) story? Thx and have a nice day 💛

Note: Thank you so much for these wonderful requests! I appreciate you guys reading my fics and I am glad you like them! I went ahead and combined these requests, as I felt they went well together. Enjoy! <3

Word Count: 1423

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You were Natasha’s little sister and you adored her. You looked up to her in every way and wanted to be just like her. You were always excited to spend time with her, and today was one of those days. You and Natasha were having a sleepover and you two were preparing for it. First, you two went to the supermarket nearby to pick up snacks.

You immediately went to the candy aisle, much to Natasha’s amusement. 

“You know, Y/N, if you’re too energetic and hyped on sugar, I’m gonna have to find a way to calm you down,” Natasha warned you.

“It’s fine, I can tolerate large amounts of sugar,” you replied, taking a large pack of Twix and a bag of M&M’s off the shelf.

“You want anything?” You asked.

“Hmm, I’ll take a KitKat,” Natasha said, as you smiled, knowing that it was her favorite.

You and Natasha then went to get some microwave popcorn bags, a bottle of lemonade, and some paper plates. While she wasn’t looking, you snuck in a large pack of Oreos. You two also got some arts and crafts supplies that you planned on using at your sleepover.

After you guys bought all the items, Natasha surprised you by swinging by the pizzeria and picking up pizza for dinner, as it was 6pm already. 

“I got your favorite, Y/N, pepperoni with sausage and mushrooms,” Natasha said, as your mouth watered. 

You thanked Natasha for getting pizza as you guys headed home. You jumped out of the car, eager to get the sleepover started.

You set out two paper plates on the table and poured some lemonade for both of you. You guys sat down at the kitchen table and chatted while eating dinner.

“So what do you want to do first?” Natasha asked you.

“I want to do an arts and crafts project!” You cheered.

“Then arts and crafts it shall be!” Natasha declared.

After dinner, you guys threw your plates away and headed upstairs to your shared bedroom. 

Natasha pulled out the arts and crafts supplies, consisting of paint, paintbrushes, canvases, and materials to make friendship bracelets.

You took some of the painting supplies and began to paint a picture. You had been working on your art skills for a while, and you decided to attempt to paint a cabin in the mountains with a lake and beautiful nature nearby.

When you two were done painting, you showed each other what you created. Natasha had painted the Statue of Liberty, which turned out pretty decent. 

“Wow, Y/N, I had no idea you had gotten that good at painting. I remember when you used to just throw random colors on there, and now look at you. All grown up and an expert at painting,” Natasha said, tussling your hair as you beamed with pride.

Afterwards, you decided to make friendship bracelets for each other. You chose red thread and decorated it with various colors and spelled out her name.

You guys traded bracelets and then began to set up for the movie. You got the popcorn out and heated it up before pouring it into a large bowl to share. You also made sure to bring the candy over. 

After the movie, you guys changed into your pajamas and headed back to your room to play games and chat. 

After a while, the conversation had shifted into a deeper topic about fears. You thought your fears were silly, but you wanted to share them with the person you trusted the most. 

“I guess I’m sorta afraid of spiders,” you admitted, looking down into your lap.

“Spiders?” Natasha asked, as you nodded.

“It’s just weird because your average spider won’t do any harm, so I feel silly for being afraid of them.

“Y/N, it’s perfectly normal to be afraid of spiders or anything really. We all have our fears, even if we don’t fully understand them. I mean, part of me doesn’t quite understand it since I’m a black widow myself,” Natasha said, hoping to lighten the mood.

“I’m not afraid of you because you’re not an actual spider,” you said, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Wow rude! The disrespect to the original black widow,” Natasha gasped, reaching for a nearby pillow and whacking you with it.

“Pillow fight!” You declared, grabbing another pillow and fighting back. You two whacked each other and giggled endlessly, both not wanting to give in. Natasha lunged and reached to grab your pillow so she would have all the power. However, her hand missed the pillow and she ended up grabbing onto your side, causing you to squeal and jump away.

“Oh sorry Y/N! Are you okay?” Natasha asked, as you were still processing what just happened. 

“Oh, what yeah, I’m okay,” you said, looking away in embarrassment. 

Natasha gave you a weird look, knowing that something was off. Then she finally realized what had happened.

“Ohhhh, I see. Somebody’s ticklish huh?” Natasha said, now inching closer to you.

“No! I’m not!!” You cried, scooting away from her. 

Natasha knew you were bluffing, so she pounced on you and pinned your arms to your side, while tickling your stomach and ribs, making you cackle with laughter.

“NATAHAHAHASHA STAHAHAHAP,” you shouted, kicking your legs underneath her. 

“How come you never told me you were ticklish?” She asked, sneaking her hands into your armpits.

“BEHECAUSE YOU AHAHARE MEHEHEAN,” you squealed, clamping your arms as best as you could. 

“Excuse me?” Natasha said, leaning down to blow a raspberry on your tummy. Your laughter went silent as you shook your head. Your sister gave you a break, but kept your arms pinned.

“Can’t you let me go?” You whined.

“I certainly cannot since I finally found a way to calm you down after all that sugar,” Natasha teased, as she now reached down to shake into your ribs and tickle between the sensitive, vulnerable bones.

“YOHOU JEHEHERK,” you laughed, cursing yourself that you let her find out.

“Where else are you ticklish?” Natasha asked, giving your knees and thighs a squeeze, which gave her a few giggles. 

“Hmm, how about…your feet?” Natasha said, with a growing evil grin as she saw you panic.

“NO PLEASE! NOT MY FEHEEHET,” you squealed, as she began to scribble over your soft and sensitive feet.

“Why not? It’s such a great spot!” Natasha cooed, as you squirmed and thrashed around. 

After she felt you had enough, she helped you sit up.

“Y/N, I have a way to help you get over your fear of spiders,” Natasha said.

“How?” You asked.

She snuck her hand under your shirt to scratch lightly at your back, causing you to gasp and jerk away.

“HAHA NAHAHAT,” you laughed, as she held you still.

“Just imagine that my hand is a spider. See? Harmless, besides the fact that it’s ticklish,” Natasha said with a smirk.

“Now try and stay still,” Natasha said, wiggling her nails all over your back.

You scrunched your face up, trying not to laugh, but couldn’t help but squirm at the touch.

“You’re really that ticklish?” Natasha asked, now tickling your sides to make you collapse in laughter.

“YEHEHES NOHOHOW STAHAHAP,” you begged.

“Not until you’re over your fear of spiders~,” Natasha said, now singing the itsy bitsy spider as she walked her nails over your back.

You snorted as she reached the top of your back, right before your neck.

“Is your neck also ticklish?” Natasha asked, as you shook your head vigorously.

Natasha didn’t say anything, but instead wiggled her nails against the back of your neck. You curled up into a ball, swatting at her while laughing.

“Get over here you little troublemaker,” Natasha said, now squeezing the back of your neck, causing you to squeal and beg for mercy.

“Oh alright, you’ve had enough,” Natasha said, now releasing you from her grip.

“Thanks for helping me try to get over my fear of spiders,” you said, snuggling up against her.

“Are you still afraid of me?” Natasha asked with a smile.

“Well, now you made me have two fears. Spiders and the tickle monster,” you said, poking her ribs.

She swatted your hands away with a glare.

“Well, the tickle monster isn’t ticklish,” Natasha said, as you took that as a challenge.

You snuck your finger under her arm when she wasn’t looking, causing her to yelp and jerk her arm down.

“Y/N! I warned you!” Natasha said, pinning you down for round two of tickle torture.

[manonblackbaek]

Moonlit Promise

Gwynriel — One-Shot

In the moonlight, Gwyn and Azriel confess what is burning within them and a promise is made to soothe their souls.

Word count: 1.431

a/n: keep in mind that this work is deeply inspired by M. Night Shyamalan’s ‘The Village’ (2004), and was made for the Gwynriel Weeks 2024 @gwynrielweeksofficial (doesn’t follow a specific prompt tho)

hope you like it <3

Gwyn doesn’t hear him arriving. His wings are silent, and his feet are light. But she knows he’s outside her bedroom chamber.

His light shines differently than the moonlight. It’s just as tenuous and pure. But more bluish. Not exactly cobalt like his siphons, but teal—like her eyes. Like Nesta, Azriel has a light that surrounds him that only Gwyn can see. She doesn’t understand that aspect of her powers yet, but that is something friends and her are trying to unveil. Nesta’s light is ruby-fire. Beautiful and fitting for her.

But his light through her stained-glass windows makes wonders to the colored glass. Instantly her room is a rainbow of colors. Instantly, she’s restless. Instantly, she can’t force herself to sleep.

Gwyn walks out, barefoot with only a shawl over her white night dress. She moves toward Azriel who sits on the balcony railing, overseeing Velaris, the City of Starlight. She’s still not used to the view, and is amazed by it every time she comes up the House of Wind. In her heart she hopes to never take that beauty view for granted.

He turns as she sits down next to him, throwing her legs over the railing.

“I heard the Inner Circle is going to have an inquiry tomorrow. Each member of Velaris is to be questioned in the meeting hall,” she says.

“Yes,” Azriel says. “To see how the border was breached.”

His breath turns to smoke as he speaks. There was an attack that afternoon, creatures attacked the city and some suspects that someone inside might have invited them in. That’s why she’s spending the night at Nesta’s house.

Gwyn shivers, but she isn’t scared—not with Az here—and doesn’t feel cold. Something inside her is burning, glowing.

“It is cold outside,” Azriel says. “You ought to go in.”

She pulls her shawl closer. “Why are you on this balcony?”

“It is not safe.”

She smiles. “There are other balconies.”

There is a moment of silence. She notices that he’s tense and disturbed by what happened earlier, so Gwyn searches for something to say, to distract him and help if she can.

“Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony was beautiful. I’m glad I went. I’ve always loved music and singing, but I fell in love with dancing that night. Cassian danced with me. He’s a good dancer and taught me some of his techniques.” She laughs quietly, remembering how happy she felt having fun with her friends. “You’re a good dancer too. I saw you dancing with Nesta and the High Lady.”

“Did I?”

“You did. But you didn’t dance with me.”

He doesn’t react. She isn’t surprised.

“I met many people that night. I liked that too. The priestess and the acolytes are good company, but I miss meeting new friends. Nesta’s sister was there, she’s very sweet—and her mate was there as well. They were acting very oddly, but I understand. I’m sure they’ll sort things out in no time.” Gwyn looked at Azriel, and whispered. “Do you know how I know?”

He shook his head lightly, “How?” he asked.

“Sometimes we don’t do things we want to do, so that others won’t know we want to do them.” The wind is the only sound around them as Azriel’s shadows dance around her feet, curling around her ankles and calf. “They never touch,” she says, quietly. “They didn’t even dance that night. And their eyes never met, one would stop looking right before the other turned to look. I guess they’re scared to act on what they feel, scared to reach a point of no return. All mates must feel that way, don’t you think?”

Az considers for a moment and says, “I can see that.”

Azriel must be thinking of Nesta and Cassian and how long it took them to accept the bond between them, as well as with the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court, as she was told. When she looks sideways at him, he’s staring at her, and she feels completely exposed before his eyes. They had never once talked about mates and… about them.

The moment is so intense she can’t breathe properly. So she blurts out, “Do you find me too much of a tomboy?”

Azriel frowns and shakes his head lightly, “No.”

In all fairness, it is a ridiculous question, but hopefully it’ll whisk his attention away from the previous topic. Gwyn has always been prone to be talkative whenever nervous.

Gwyn looks up at the sky. Hearth hammering, cheeks red, and says, “I do long to do boy things,” she confides. In a whisper, she says, “Like that game the Illyrian boys play at the stump at the camp. Cassian told us that they put their backs to the woods, to the creatures that might be there, and see how long they can wait before getting scared.” She leans forward and looks at the immense height beneath them. “It's so exciting.” Gwyn glances sideways towards Azriel, he’s not looking at her anymore, but his wings are higher, ready to fly—ready to catch her if she falls. There’s a little smile on her lips when she continues softly, “I understand you hold the record. It will never be broken, Cassian said.”

Azriel gives a small shrug. “It's just children's games.”

Gwyn rests her face on her shoulder and looks directly at him. “How is it you are so brave when all the rest of us are fearful all the time?”

He meets her eyes, and says, “I do not worry about what will happen. Only what needs to be done.”

She opens her mouth to say more, but he speaks before she can utter another word.

“How did you know I was here?” Azriel asks.

“I saw your light through the window.” He blinks, and she sees the curiosity in his eyes. “No, I won't tell you your color.” Gwyn smiles, “Stop asking.”

The wind blows stronger, and she sees snowflakes move all around them. One of his shadows darts forward fast to touch one, before coming back towards her to play with the end of her braid.

It’s a beautiful sight, she thinks. How his light and his shadows dance around as one. The burning sensation in her chest intensifies at the image before her. The beautiful winged male with shadows and lights dancing around his body, as he bathes in moonlight at her side. She feels more content and brave than ever.

In a moment of recklessness, looking at the shadow playing with her hair, she says, “When we are mated, will you dance with me?”

He chokes and looks at her, eyes wide. He doesn’t say anything.

She doesn’t meet his eyes when she says, “I find dancing very agreeable.”

Gwyn counts her heartbeats as she waits for his answer, for something, whatever it may be.

He doesn’t say anything.

Impatient and shyly, she asks, “Why can’t you say what is in your head?”

“Why can you not stop saying what is in yours?” Azriel says abruptly.

Gwyn is surprised by the strength in Azriel's voice. She looks at him, his face is flushed with color and his eyes burn with something she cannot name.

His shadows pause, listening and waiting.

“Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance, I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak, I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you, you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise from my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm?”

She can’t breathe. Azriel looks as if he can’t either.

“That is why I am on this balcony, Gwyneth Berdara. I fear for your safety before all others.” His confession makes her insides burn. He looks at her as if something in him is burning too. “And yes,” he says softly. “I will dance with you at our mating ceremony.”

As Gwyn sits in the moonlight, unable to move, to say anything, tears stream down her cheeks. A scarred hand reaches out and wipes a tear. His touch causes more tears to fall.

So Azriel strokes the end of her braid and leans forward and kisses Gwyneth Berdara on her bedroom balcony at the House of Wind.

thank you for reading <3 you can find me on ao3 here https://archiveofourown.org/works/54568846

[forasgaard]

hi! can i request (if youre comfortable ofc) an neteyam x reader where neteyam is having a hard time because of his duties and the expectations everyone seems to have when it comes to him, reader notices that he’s not feeling well and they have an vulnerable and comforting moment? thank u.

Hi of course, thank you for that great idea!

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Duties

warnings: fluff, angst, comfort words: 1.6k

Masterlist

"Where's Neteyam?"

I just arrived at the glade where the Sully shed was. Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk sat outside in the grass. The girls made some beaded necklaces and Lo'ak rested next to them, one leg crossed other the other.

"On duty with Dad", Lo'ak shrugged. "I think flying patrol or something."

I sat down next to them. Tuk immediately let go of her work and came to me to hug me. I gave her the tightest hug ever. She was like my little sister. Tuk gave me the necklace she just made. "Here, that's for you!"

"Really? Oh, thank you Tuk, that's amazing!"

Tuk smiled from one ear to another and I heard Kiri chuckle. The necklace was made out of leather. Small colored beads were woven onto them and created a pattern that reminded me of roots around a tree. Tuk helped me put it on and said: "Now Nete will like you even more!"

We had to laugh and I remembered the reason why I came here.

"They often do patrols lately, right?", I asked Lo'ak. He opened his eyes and sat up.

"Yeah, they do that often. You know, because he's the oldest, soon-to-be Olo'eyktan and so on." He rolled his eyes. Kiri laughed at his face.

"Are you jealous?", I frowned. Lo'ak snorted and hesitated for a second. "No, not really. I mean, sure Dad prefers him all the time, which sucks. But I am glad I am not Olo'ektan. It's too much responsibility." He shook his head. "No, Nete will be a better chief than me." He smiled. Kiri joined that conversation: "He is the oldest, so he's gonna be the next chief. That's tradition."

"I know", I said. "But it takes all his time. I barely see him anymore."

Neteyam came home a few minutes later. Training was over. He greeted us and grabbed two fruits from their storge. He threw one to me and nodded into the forest. "Come"

I stood up and followed him.

"Have fun!", called Lo'ak behind us. I ran some few steps to follow Neteyam. "Hey? What's wrong?"

"Nothing" He said and chewed his fruit. We walked silently while eating. I knew, he would open up when he felt ready for it. He always did. And I was right.

"Argh, it's just so unfair!", he cried out and I twitched startled. He noticed and took my hand. "Sorry. It's just..." He shook his head in frustration.

"No, it's alright", I said to calm him down. "You're right. This training is taking all your time."

We stopped unter a huge tree nd sat down. I rested my back at the bark and it felt really comfortable. Neteyam lowered his head onto mine and rubbed his thumb over the knuckles on my hand. "I know it's important" He began to explain. "But Dad only sees the training and that I must become better and better. He doesn't see what I have already learned."

I squeezed his hand in comfort. "I bet he does. Lo'ak said your Dad would prefer you. I bet he is proud of you."

Neteyam made an undefined noise. "I don't know. Everything I do seems wrong. He's always complaining lately."

"But you're still learning."

"If you ask Dad, I should already know everything. As if he was never a beginner to all this."

We went silent for a few seconds. "That necklace is beautiful.", Nete said and touched it gently. I smiled. "Tuk made it for me." Neteyam chuckled. "She loves making necklaces and that kind of of stuff. She really likes you, you know?" My heart got warm. "Yeah she is so cute." He nodded with a smile.

"I remember a story mother told us: When Dad first came here, he couldn't even pronounce nari (eyes). And he almost fell off his ikran and scared all the animals to death with his loud human steps." I chuckled. "See, everyone is a beginner at some point."

Nete sighed and his tail patted on the ground. "Yeah but why doesn't he understand that? I don't want to train all day. I wanna see you more."

I smiled. "Yeah, you truly have neglected me lately." He laughed and I could feel his shoulders move.

"I will be Olo'eyktan some day.", he said quietly. "And there is so much responsibility. I don't know if I can handle it." I sat up and slightly rubbed my thumb over his cheek. "You will do great." His view fell down and he pressed his lips together. "I'm not sure. I'm not sure if I am strong enough. Or that I know enough. I just don't see myself as chief."

My brows furrowed. "But I do. And you will grow with your tasks. You don't have to face this all by yourself. Your not alone, Nete"

He looked up and our eyes locked. "I am so glad I have you", he whispered and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and melted under his touch. We have spent too little time the last few days. My heart ached at the thought of him having no time for the next days as well. Or even weeks.

"I think I'm afraid", he suddenly whispered. I opened my eyes and looked at him with compassion. I heart warmed up. I know he would never admit that in front of the others, and of course not in front of his Dad.

I framed his face with my hands. "You don't have to. You have your Dad, your family. And you have me."

His lips curled up into a small smile. "We could share the responsibility. Because it is much, even for the muntxate (wife)."

My eyes widened. "Wife!?"

He smirked and shrugged. We hadn't told anyone yet that we already had mated. My face turned red. "Did you- I mean... Have you told anyone?"

He looked at me, slightly shocked. "No! Have you? I thought we wanted to keep this a secret for some time."

"Yes.", I nodded. "A bit longer, okay?" He took my hands from his face and placed a kiss in my palm. "We still have time."

I smiled when his lips touched my hands. He was just so cute. "I'm with you. No matter what's gonna happen." I assured him. And I meant it. Neteyam sighed. Surely, his head wanderes back to his duties.

"He just expects too much. I cannot learn everything at once, even when he apparently could. I'm not him!"

I put a hand on his arm so comfort him. "And he knows that. He just wants you to be prepared. He just wants to keep you and his family safe. And if only way is to teach you everything he knows."

"He never asked me if I even wanna do all this. Maybe I don't want to be Olo'eyktan!", he panted in frustration.

I frowned. "Do you?"

Neteyam sighed. "I don't know. Sometimes I am proud. But sometimes..."

He looked at me and the leaves and ferns above us threw shadows on his beautiful face. "Sometimes it's just too much. Sometimes I just wanna throw away every responsibility and just leave."

That surprised me. He always seemed so at ease, so in balance. Always prepared and organised. He never seemed reckless to me. But I liked that deeper, more foolish side of him. I smiled and gave him a small kiss just beneath his ear. "Then leave"

A stupid thought crossed my mind. "We could run away together"

He turned to me as if I was crazy.

"No! I cannot leave them. I cannot leave the people."

I chuckled and he looked at me in confusion. "What?"

"See, you're just like him! You are responsible and you care for your family and your people."

He swallowed.

"And that's why I love you.", I said. His yellow eyes scanned mine. "Only because of that?", he smirked. I grinned and leaned my forehead back  against his. "That's one thing, yes."

"Hmm, what else?" His voice hummed through his body and reached mine. Shivers spread over my arms. My heartbeat sped up. "Oh you know, the thing you did last night. That was also pretty good."

He smiled mischievously and his lips pressed hard onto mine. Heat exploded in my body and I put my hands around his face as he deepened the kiss. Our tongues swirled around each other and I felt one if his hand touching my waist, going up to my breasts.

"Neteyam!"

A voice sounded through the forest to us. Jake. Neteyam groaned into the kiss and send shivers down my back. I chuckled, surrendering as he stopped the kiss. He moved himself up, but I grabbed his wrists and he pulled me up with him. His hands placed themselves onto my hips and he pushed me against the tree behind him. I let out a small sigh. His lips maked their way down my neck and I felt my knees going weak.

"Neteyam!!"

Jake's voice sounded louder than before and we stumbled away from each other. Neteyam looked around in shock but Jake wasn't anywhere to be seen. "I should get going", he whispered and placed a peck at my lips. I made a disappointed noise and he squeezed my hand. "I'll be back soon.", he said and left.

"You should think about our escape plan!", I called after him. He turned around. "Maybe I will!" His smile widened and showed his white fangs.

With that he disappeared behind a tree and I had to laugh. He was going to be the best Olo'eyktan that ever existed. I just knew it.

[1-800-hopeless]

mileena.

cw: smut, mdni, mileena x reader.

an: this is my first time posting a fanfic here, so please go easy on me lol. I don't know if I really liked this but I always wanted to write some smut with Mileena, because I don't see many things with mk women here. English is not my first language, sorry for anything wrong.

You had prepared a special night for you and your wife, Mileena.  More specifically, a night to celebrate the anniversary of Mileena's final departure to your world — Outworld.

After the night Liu Kang and the Lin Kuei brothers showed up at your apartment, telling you that you were one of those chosen to join them in Mortal Kombat — a battle between beings from Outworld and Earthrealm, to keep the peace between the two worlds —, your life was never the same.

In Earthrealm, you met Mileena, the future queen of Earthrealm.  It wasn't an exaggeration to say that you fell in love with her the very moment you saw her, and she could also say the same for herself.

During preparation, you trained together and she taught you everything a warrior needed to know.

You trained together, learned together, got hurt together and fought side by side when necessary.  And when it was time to leave, you couldn't say goodbye.

You were completely willing to abandon your entire life in Outworld to become queen alongside your loved one, but Mileena decided that you had much more to lose than she did if you stayed in Earthrealm.  Thus, she chose to say goodbye to her world, her sister and mother, to live with you in Outworld.

Since then, you maintained the companionship you created during the battle, this time as faithful companions.

Mileena quickly learned to live in the same world as you and you taught her everything she needed to know to be an Outworlder.

A year later, you were more in love than ever and deserved a celebration.

The initial idea would be a surprise from you to your wife.  As soon as she got home after another day at work, she found you in the living room of your house, wearing only red lingerie and a pair of black heels.  For her, you bought a pair of pink lace lingerie — her favorite color — and Mileena hurried to put it on after a quick shower.

You smelled her perfume as she walked out of the bathroom of the suite you two shared and something inside you lit up.

“Wow… You look… amazing!”, you admired her, falling in love again.

She smiled shyly, as she was still not used to wearing those types of underwear.  Especially when it was something so sensual.

“I think these things look better on you than they do on me,” she said, clearly complimenting you.

“Don’t be silly,” you pulled her towards the bed.  “It looks perfect on you.  But don’t worry, I asked you to wear this just so I can take it off soon.”

She revealed a sexy smile and you sat on her lap, starting a kiss between you.  Mileena had her hands on your legs, but began to touch your ass.  Her fingers marked your skin and you felt the temperature rise.

Gently, you made her lie down, intensifying the kiss and rolling on your wife's belly.

“I have a surprise for you, baby.  Wait here".  You quickly went to the closet and brought a package.  “Open it,” you said, placing the box on the bed in front of Mileena.

“What is this?”, she looked at you suspiciously and you rolled your eyes.

“Open it and you will find out.”

She let out a sigh and began to undo the wrapping, until she opened the box completely.  You had bought a strap on, as Mileena was very curious to use one of those with you, after you showed her a catalog of sex toys — you had a good amount of them, in fact.  She learned to like this kind of thing because of you.

“My goodness… Y/N, baby, this is so cool!”, her instinct was to hug you tight and she did so.

“I’m glad you liked it”, you smiled sweetly but the expression soon changed.  “Can we use our new toy now, hmm?”

Leaving all initial embarrassment aside, Mileena closed her hand around her neck and replied: “I can't wait to hear you moaning like a slut, while I fuck you really hard.”

Fuck.  It was exactly what you wanted to hear.

“Take everything off,” she ordered, with a closed expression — which you found very sexy, but usually she only made that face when she was really angry.

You hurried to take off your lingerie and then lay down on the bed, with your legs open and touching yourself to tease your girl.

“Come on, your highness.  Make me suffer”, you moaned as you said.

Still with that frown on her face, Mileena climbed onto the bed, already dressed in the strap on, and approached you.  She fingered your dripping wet pussy, pushing two fingers into your slit, making you choke on your own moan.

“Fuck!”, you whimpered, sensitive to her touch. Certainly, her fingers did a much better job than yours.

With her fingers wet with your juice, Mileena raised her hand to yout mouth, forcing you to suck her fingers, looking into her eyes

“You dirty little whore,” she growled, feeling her own pussy throb.

Then, she held you across your thighs and held the rubber dick, rubbing the top against your needy entrance.

“Do you want this, baby?  You want my cock inside you”, she whispered in a sexy voice.

“Oh, yes… Please, Mommy,” you begged, knowing she liked it when you did that.

Slowly, she pushed the entire phallic, plasticized length into you and every inch that entered made your body spasm strongly.  And she had barely started.

Holding tight to his waist, Mileena pushed her own hips forward, making strong thrusts into your pussy.

“That’s right, Mimi… Fuck your little slut how you like”, you encouraged her.

“Y/N… Hhmm…”, she moaned too while fucking you.  Nothing gave her more pleasure than seeing you writhe in pleasure.

You wrapped your legs around her waist, in an attempt to bring Mileena closer and stop her from pulling out of you.  Your nails ripped off her arms and back, leaving red marks for you to admire later.

With a shaking hand, you placed the cloth of her bra to the side, massaging her chest.  You were fascinated by those breasts, you could spend hours touching, sucking and playing with the hard nipples.

“More, baby.  I’m cumming”, you warned, pulling Mileena by the back of her head and kissing her mouth quickly.

Her hips gained more speed, going back and forth, taking and putting in, making you go crazy.

Your back was arched, your mouth open and saliva dripping down the corner of your lips.

Mileena bit your neck and pinched your nipple between her fingers, helping you feel even more pleasure.

You reached your peak, trapping Mileena between your legs and arms, moaning in her ear and she in yours.

“Oh God… I love you, Mileena.”

She laughed.  It was always funny when you confessed that you loved her after an orgasm.  She loved it.

“I love you too, my girl.  A lot”, she caressed your face and kissed the tip of your nose.

“So, I guess now it’s my turn to use this on you and make you cum for me,” you bit your lip, smiling evilly.

“Again?”, Mileena smiled, squeezing her waist.

“It’s never enough, baby.”

[remylebeaugambit]

So, I decided to wait a little to think this show over. As a Gambit fan I’m still pretty much bitter about it all. However, as an X-Men fan, I can say I understand why people love the show. But I also believe there’s an exaggerated amount of praise due to the fact that we’ve been starving for good X-Men content. 

I was going to write a much angrier version of this text (I actually outlined an angry rant but there were too many fuck yous), however I’m trying to be reasonable here. The animation is mostly impeccable (don’t like the way the women are drawn, but that’s a minor complaint), it’s colorful and vivid and fluid. The action scenes are mostly awesome too. So, yeah, there’s a lot of good in it. Having said that, there’s tons of problems as well and the great majority of fans are willingly blind to them because of, you know, the good and the lack of content for years. 

I want to be bluntly honest and say I’m glad that the showrunner had been fired. I wholeheartedly don’t believe he is deserving of all the praise he’s been getting because my biggest issues with this show come from the writing. It’s amazing and exciting to see scenes from the comics being brought to life in beautiful animation? Yes, definitely. But it’s not enough when the writing is rushed and lacking.

First, I thought I was biased because I hated what they were doing to Gambit, but now I really, truly don’t think this show that amazing. The first half of the season was mostly decent, there were things I didn’t like but that wasn’t enough to called it bad. Episode 5 was when the show peaked (although to be fair Gambit wasn’t in it much, it was the way he went down that made it memorable) but after that it just went downhill.   

All the plot holes, the playing favorites, the inconsistencies, the rushing through storylines, the terrible pacing, the loose ends, the weak motivations, the terrible character development, the retcon to characters’ relationships (so Ororo and Jean are sisters now? Ororo was way closer to Rogue in the original cartoon, but, you know, Rogue had to be isolated for her disgusting retcon and inconsistencies of character and decisions to work out. Newsflash asshole: they didn’t. Rogue was character assassinated. And though I love her in the original show, I wouldn’t be this angry if it hadn’t directly affected Gambit the way it did), and, of course, all the foreshadowing of Gambit becoming Death left to be (hopefully) resolved in the second season. That means there was no payoff. I repeat: the show was mostly curveballs and no real payoff. With a cast that big, you don’t expect all the characters to have satisfying character arcs but in this case if you aren’t a Jean, Scott or Magneto fans you’re left hanging. 

Storm, who has been friends with Gambit, simply didn’t even mention his death. The excuse was that ended up on the cutting room floor, but don’t be fooled, there was enough time for Ororo to smile and hug Jean and later tell her platitudes (what a boring, cheesy speech!). There was also plenty of time for all those insufferable Magneto moments. “You killed more people than the Nazis? Awwww that’s fine, cause you’re family.” 😉 None of it was cut, right? That leads me to my biggest gripe with his show: fucking Magneto. I hate that took so much space and was unironically written as an old man who groomed a teenage girl (they can lie all they want and say she was an adult. She WASN’T. She was a teenager with serious emotional issues), manipulated her, gaslighted her, isolated her and told her pretty things to bang her. I guess that’s what’s called romance nowadays. I mean, the show runner didn’t even try to hide his fetiches for the old creep. All those plot contrivances and conveniences to accommodate someone’s wet dream. 

Ok, so, I don’t want to go ad hominem on the show runner here, but to be fair, he’s been dishonest with us fans this whole time, he’s lied straight-faced, said a lot of stuff that hasn’t panned out, given dubious answers, manipulative and evasive comments, asked for our trust, even though he’d been lying and giving us false hope (trust is earned, dude; I stopped trusting him after the first lie, if ever), and there are people, Gambit fans, still being hopeful and taking his words at face value. Fucking seriously? THAT dress was just another spit in our collective faces. Wake up!), also he’s self-indulgent, and pathetic in his comments about being the master of magnetism (ok, I lied. So what?).        

All in all, I don’t think that show is as good as so many people are making it out to be and I’m way too happy about the firing of the show runner. To him, I say, thank you for tainting the legacy of something dear and pure from my childhood. Good riddance, please, don’t ever come back, sink into oblivion and go fuck yourself (ok, I needed at least one fuck you, he’s had it coming). 

Ps. Romy fans, mark my words, the old creep will be making passes at Rogue and since she has no personality in this, we can expect the worse, like little Charles next season or anything else that is just as irreversible. I’m mean, an old man fucking a teenager is already irreversible to me. But that’s me. 

[shelbystales]

Ceramic lessons - Part Six

Cillian Murphy X Reader - Masterlist

Summary: after much insistence from his sister, Cillian attends a ceramics class with her. To his surprise, he feels a connection to the teacher, you. Will this connection go any further or will it be smashed like a bad ceramic project?

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Warning: swearing, fluff and Smut

A/n: hey guys! Got a little time to work on my stories. But you should know my computer broke so it’s hard for me to tag people using the app on my phone. As soon as I get it from the store I will add the tag list!

oh and please don’t forget to let me know what you think! Hope you like it.

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After a satisfying round of the Margherita, you and Cillian eagerly anticipated the unique creation you had just placed in the oven.

Cillian retrieved the pizza with a grin, the mischievous spark still dancing in his eyes. He carefully sliced it, and you marveled at the colorful medley of ingredients.

"Here goes nothing," he said, serving you a slice of the unconventional masterpiece as you smiled at him.

You took a bite, and a burst of flavors exploded in your mouth. The combination of Gouda and Brie with artichoke hearts, zucchini, and mushrooms created a symphony of tastes that surprised and delighted your taste buds. You couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh, thoroughly enjoying the culinary adventure.

"This is amazing!" you exclaimed between bites, savoring the unconventional yet delicious combination.

“It sure is” he agreed, surprised while taking another bite and you both continued with a light-hearted conversation.

With both pizzas now devoured, you lingered at the dining table, sipping wine and enjoying the easy conversation that flowed between you, the atmosphere in Cillian's cozy home became even more intimate.

Cillian leaned back in his chair, a contented smile playing on his lips. "I have to admit, this might be the most interesting pizza I've ever had. And the company is even better," he remarked, his eyes locking onto yours.

You chuckled, feeling a warmth spreading through you. "I'm glad we decided to get creative. It gave it a special touch."

Cillian reached across the table, his fingers gently intertwining with yours. "Speaking of special touches," he began, his tone softening, "there's one more thing I have in mind for tonight."

Your curiosity piqued, and you raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."

Cillian's gaze held a glint of excitement as he stood up, extending a hand toward you. "How about we take this to the living room? I've got a little surprise for you."

Intrigued, you nodded and placed your hand in his, allowing him to lead you to the adjacent living room.

The soft glow of ambient lighting and the inviting warmth of the fireplace welcomed you as you entered the room. Cillian guided you to his cozy leather sofa.

“What are you planning?” you asked, a mischievous smile crossing your cheeks

Cillian chuckled, his eyes filled with playful mystery. "Ah, now that would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it? You'll just have to wait and see. Well, actually no. Can you close your eyes please?"

“Close my eyes?” you asked surprised and he nodded “Jesus you are making me nervous”

“No need” he gave you an adorable smile a gentle peck

“Ah, what the hell” you said and closed your eyes.

“No peeking, eeh?” he warned and you nodded

With your eyes closed, he caressed your cheek and helped you sit on the cold sofa before leaving.

The gentle rustling of fabric and the soft padding of footsteps around you heightened the mystery. Cillian's voice, soothing and warm, broke the silence after some time.

"Okay..." you felt him sitting next to you.

“Can I open them now?” you asked smiling, your eyes still closed

“No,” he said, his tone velvety and his voice way closer than you thought

You felt a lingering touch on your right cheek as he gently tucked a stray of your hair behind your ear. The next thing you felt was his soft and wet lips on your cheek.

“hmm, am I the dessert, Mrs Murphy?” you asked, making him chuckle “I have no problem with that, so you know” You opened one of your eyes slightly, to see his desired smile.

“Close it” he ordered and you did it right away, feeling your body warm up to his tone.

He lightly traced his fingers along your jawline, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. With your eyes closed, you let yourself fully immerse in the moment.

"I've been thinking," Cillian's voice was a soft whisper, "that some moments are meant to be savored, and this... this is one of them."

You couldn't help but smile at the gentle words. His fingers continued their dance, trailing down to your neck, creating a delicate caress that made your breath catch. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of warmth and closeness.

Your arousal started to grow, a tingling sensation building up between your legs.

Cillian's lips brushed against your ear, his warm breath sending tingles through you.

“Open your mouth” he whispered

You hesitated for a moment, the unexpected request adding a touch of playful mystery to the atmosphere. Slowly, you complied, parting your lips slightly in anticipation.

Something a bit cold met your lips as you took a bite, surprisingly a burst of flavors exploded in your mouth, sweet and sour, and you couldn't help but let out a soft sound of pleasure.

“Hmmm, that's an unexpected delight," you continued, savoring the lingering sweetness on your taste buds. The combination was like a harmonious melody, leaving you thoroughly enchanted.

Cillian grinned, clearly pleased with your reaction.

"Glad you enjoyed it," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress. You could feel his gaze lingering on you, even with your eyes closed.

“What was that?” You asked opening your eyes and seeing he had a box of beautiful truffles on top of the table

“You weren’t supposed to open your eyes yet,” he said chuckling

“Oh, sorry” You closed your eyes right away, making his chuckle a bit louder.

Surprisingly the next thing you felt was his lips on yours. The taste of the sweet and sour delight still lingered on your lips, blending seamlessly with the newfound warmth of his kiss.

His hand rested on your legs caressing it gently yet eagerly. As he pulled back, you couldn't help but smile, the playfulness of the moment adding to the already enchanting atmosphere.

"I guess this is another surprise?" You smiled and opened your eyes again. this time, Cillian didn't object.

He chuckled, his eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and affection. "Consider it a bonus surprise. Truffles and a stolen kiss."

“Did you make this?” You pointed to the truffles as you inspected the sweets

“Oh, no” he smiled “I bought it” he chuckled “... I don’t really know how to cook anything sweet”

You chuckled at his admission, appreciating his honesty. "Well, buying these truffles was a wonderful choice. They're absolutely divine."

Cillian grinned, looking genuinely pleased. "I'm glad you think so. Sometimes, leaving it to the experts is the way to go."

you reached forward to get another truffle “Was this the one I had?”

He nodded and you took a new one, and it surprised you as the flavor was even better than the one you just had.

Cillian admired you as you took the bite, looking lost on your lips. You smiled and offered him the other half of the truffle. He accepted with a smile as you fed him. The way he looked at you as you shared the sweet seemed to set fire to your body.

Feeling the heat take over, you moved to sit on top of him, both your legs on his sides. Your lips met his desperately.

His hands rested on your waist, encouraging you to move your hips.

“You know, you look so fucking sexy with those pants,” he said, his hands lowering to grab a hold of your asscheeks and pulling you close to his body firmly. His touch felt intoxicating and exhilarating.

“Yeah?” you asked out of breath and he nodded “Want to rip it off of me?”

“Desperately” he answered quickly making you chuckle and bite your underlip

He worked the buttons of your pants before moving on top of you, making you lay your back on the couch. Thanks to the light fabric of your pants, as he ripped it off it slid off your body as if it was made of butter… and that was fucking sexy.

He took off his sweater and moved on top of you, kissing you desperately. Now squeezing your bare asscheeks.

You could feel his bulge in his pants as you pushed yourself against him. You could feel yourself getting so wet for him, wetter and wetter as you rubbed yourself against his groin.

“Fuck…” he started out of breath “Want to move this to my room? Or are you comfortable here?” he asked

“Here, just fuck me right here,” you said out of breath

“Yes ma’am” he smiled and helped you out of your shirt, following to get rid of his pants next.

Once your breasts were free he just firmly grabbed them, kissing and twisting your nipples.

He took your nipple out of his mouth to smile and move his mouth through your abs to your panties.

He wasted no time before getting rid of your underwear and slipped his fingers through your folds.

“Oh shit” you moaned closing your eyes as he slid two of his fingers inside of you. He took your clit to his lips, kissing and sucking at it.

You moved your hands inside his briefs and stroked him with a firm and gentle hand, until he moved his cock out of your hands.

“Fuck, I can't wait anymore. I need you” he said, freeing himself from his briefs and quickly put on a condom

“I’m so fucking wet for you, cill… fuck” you moaned

“Oh, I can tell” he had a cocky smile on his face as he lined himself with your entrance.

He didn't tease you like the last time. No, this time with one confident move, he slid inside of you, filling you completely.

You moaned as he slid in and out of you. The pounding of your bodies making the couch squeak in rhythm.

His speed increased and so did the intensity of his thrusts.

“Oh yes… fuck yes” you moaned, enjoying the intensity but yet, feeling he could do better “Harder” you pleaded “fuck me harder”.

Like magic, his moves increased. His hand grasped around your throat, putting the right amount of pressure before kissing you.

“Rub yourself, y/n. Come for me” he purred in your ear.

Like a good girl, you complied. You took your fingers to your clit and rubbed it, making your orgasm fast approach.

You clenched your walls against his cock as the first spasms of orgasm spread through your womb and outwards. The feeling of your muscles squeezing around him made him shudder and groan.

With a swift movement, he turned your body, making your belly rest against the sofa back, and started fucking you from behind.

With one of his hands, he gathered your hair and wrapped it around his fist like a rope, holding your head back. His other hand was grabbing at your asscheeks firmily, giving it an occasional slap once in awhile

Your moans filled his house and his ears, serving as fuel to his intense thrusts.

He groaned and dragged you up into him by your hair, pulling you close to his body as he pumped a little harder, a little deeper.

You could feel he was close. His breathing was erratic and his thrusts started to lose their rhythm

You whined and pushed back harder on him, hoping to put him on edge. he wrapped his hand around your throat and released the grip on your hair to find your clit.

You moaned approvingly

“You like that, hm?”

“I do, oh… yes I do” you moaned

His moves on your already sensitive clit quickly sent you over the edge. You moaned loudly feeling your body melt into his, glad to have him behind you to support you as this orgasm took away your senses for a second.

You could hear him moaning in your ear as he was also enjoying his release.

As soon as you both got down from your highs, you both settled onto the couch. Nestling against his warm and sweaty body as the room suddenly felt cooler. He embraced you, resting his head on yours.

"Tonight was incredible," he expressed.

"Absolutely," you replied with a smile, snuggling closer to him.

"Want to take a shower?" he offered.

"Oh, I would enjoy that," you agreed.

The two of you reluctantly untangled from your cozy position on the couch and made your way to the bathroom.

Stepping into the warm shower together, the sensation was both refreshing and intimate.

He reached for the shower gel, a mischievous grin on his face."Allow me," he said, pouring a small amount onto his hands.

His touch was gentle as he started to lather the soap over your shoulders, his fingers creating soothing circles.

You couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish sensation. "Easy there, you might turn me on"

He chuckled, his laughter joining yours. "Wouldn't that be a sight?" he kissed your soapy shoulder

"Your turn. Let me return the favor." you said after some time enjoying his touch.

You took the shower gel, and with a grin, you started to lather it over his shoulders. As you did, he let his head down and let a pleasure sigh

"You have a hidden talent for massage," he said, your hands moving in gentle, circular motions.

“People do say I know how to use my hands,” you said and he turned to look at you

“Oh “people” say?” he copied you, his soapy hands holding your waist and pulling you close to him

“Feeling jealous Mister?” you gave him a coy smile.

“Should I?” he asked and you shook your head

“You probably should know… you are the only person I am currently going out with” you said, feeling unsure if you were oversharing.

“Good, me too,” he said with a smile before kissing you, and you felt your heartbeat calmer

As you were both drying up, he looked at his wristwatch and asked, “hey, it’s late. Do you want to sleep over?”

“What time is it?” You asked drying your back

“One in the morning” he answered

“Oh, Jesus. Time flew by” you smiled “don’t you mind if I sleep here?”

“No, I actually would like it if you did” he smiled, the towel was now wrapped around his waist as he got closer to you.

“Ok, can I borrow some clothes?” You asked and he nodded, kissing you.

“Yes, gotta admit I’ve been wanting to see you with one of my shirts” he admired making you smile.

As you got to bed together, you both could keep your hands to yourself and another round of intense sex led to another quick shower before you both fell asleep.

Cillian was a cuddler, that's for sure. He didn't let go of you the entire night. Even though that's not your thing, it felt nice.

You woke up with an annoying ringtone. You shifted in bed and watched Cillian wake up and give you a quick kiss

“Whats that noise?” you asked a bit lost and annoyed

“My landline” he answered, standing up

“People still have that?” you asked covering your face with your hands and he gave a sleepy chuckle

“Go back to sleep, it's early” he said as he left the room.

Looking around you couldn't find your phone and assumed you left it downstairs.

You turned in bed and checked the time on Cill’s alarm and it was almost 8 am. Assuming you went to sleep after 3 am…. You most definitely should continue to sleep, but you had to start your class in an hour so you got up and went downstairs to find Cillian.

He was sitting in the sofa, a hand on his forehead as he nervously looked at his phone.

“Hey… Is everything ok?” you asked approaching him

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One of Your Kind (Ch. 6)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10

Word count: 4.1K

Summary: the year started out amazingly, and even with some obstacles you manage to go through a beautiful valentine’s day.

Warnings: make out session, gunshot wound

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

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January 2022

Well, the year definitely did start on a good note. After you shared that beautiful kiss exactly at midnight, you stayed outside of the door watching the beautiful fireworks that were adorning that amazing night. You kept your arm around her, she leaned her head on your shoulder as both of you just stayed quiet, a huge smile plastered on your faces as Jenna took a look at the flowers. “I can’t believe you did this for me” Jenna said once the fireworks were over “I had to make up for how I treated you. My plan was to arrive at 7.30 but my plane was late, and I’m glad I still made it in time to kiss you as soon as midnight stroke” you said and smiled slightly, you weren’t the romantic kind of person, but she brought out the best part of you. “It was the best surprise I could ever receive” she said and you smiled, reaching up to cup her cheek and caress it, but then you saw her shiver “you should get back inside” you said as you brushed your hands on her shoulder to create some friction so she could feel warmer.

“I have an hotel room booked so I’ll see you in the morning” you added and she immediately looked up at you. “Come inside? You can sleep with me, we have space. Please? I would like to introduce you to my family” she said and took your hand. You smiled nervously but then nodded, you weren’t expecting to meet her family now, you barely even shared a kiss after all. Jenna smiled brightly seeing you nod and as soon as you turned around to get in the house, you found one of Jenna’s sisters staring at you two. “OH MY GOD SHUT UP” she said and jumped up and down excitedly “did you two kiss!?” The girl asked her sister, and you blushed only to see Jenna nod shyly as well. “FINALLY! Jenna has been talking about wanting to be more with you for ever. I’m Mia by the way” “(Y-Y/N), nice to meet you” the three of you then got in the house and you were expecting anything but this huge family of hers and your cheeks had turned the color of a tomato.

“Guys…” Jenna called, the Family was celebrating the happy new year, and they were all kind of dancing but as soon as they heard Jenna’s voice they all turned around and saw her holding a huge bouquet of roses and then they saw you. “This is (Y/N), she’s the girl I was telling you about” Jenna said hinting a smile, as she looked at you with heart eyes. “Hello uhm… happy new year’s” you giggled nervously “it’s good to finally meet you” you said and scratched the back of your neck, it was a nervous habit of yours. “Oh dear it’s good to finally meet you too! Jenna’s told us all about you. Actually now that I remember she has been talking about you ever since you were on set for The Fallout, it’s good to finally give a face to your name” she said and held out her hand for you to shake which you accepted. “She has huh?” You glanced back at Jenna and was surprised to see her smiling.

The night was spent amazingly and you got to know the whole family, Jenna’s nephews too and as you really loved kids you found yourself playing with them, and useless to say that Jenna only had eyes for you. Out of all people in the house, which she barely saw recently, she only had eyes for you and you couldn’t believe that out of all the people she knew, she fell for you, she fell for you and you fell for her. You fell for her after swearing you wouldn’t fall for anyone else but it was hard, when the person wanting to win your heart was Jenna and she won your heart the moment you laid your eyes on her. She has always been the most perfect human being and you couldn’t be happier that she loved you for who you were.

You were incredibly tired, having been awake for more that 24 hours and your eyelids started drooping the moment they started playing table games. As much as you wanted to join them, you couldn’t help but yawn every two seconds and lucky for you, Jenna’s mother noticed that “I think you should go to sleep. (Y/N) you have been up for a while, you don’t have to stay up if you don’t feel like it” she said and put a gentle hand on your shoulder. You nodded and Jenna came over “come on let’s go sleep” Jenna said and took your hand, taking you upstairs to her room and as soon as the door to her room closed behind you, you remembered, “shit I don’t have my pajama” you said “It was a last minutes decision, I really forgot to make a suitcase” you laughed at yourself, but lucky for you Jenna had you covered. “Just take one of my shirts and pants” she giggled and you went to her closets to grab something comfy.

As you were searching, Jenna had already put on her pajama and got in bed. It didn’t take you much to do the same and slide under the covers next to her. Both of you were lucky enough that she had a king sized bed but it didn’t matter, because the two of you had moved in close to each other. You laid down on your back though your head was turned to look at her, and Jenna was holding herself up on her elbow, her other hand found place on your hip and she pulled you in closer, making you slightly blush. You weren’t used to this, your ex didn’t treat you like this. As soon as you touched the bed it was immediate sex, there weren’t cuddles, there wasn’t aftercare… and just now you were experiencing what love actually felt like, and you couldn’t help the question that came up. “Why me?” You asked her and she looked ay you confused, as she used the thumb of the hand that was placed on your hip to gently caress you. “What do you mean?”

“Out of all the people you know, out of all the actors.. why me?” The question had Jenna smiling “because, my dear…” Jenna started, her hand moving up your side and then your cheek, shivering under her touch “out of all the actors, the crew, my friends… you’re the only one that has captured my heart” she said and you blushed, covering your face with one hand. “There are a lot of directors… a lot of girls around here but… you’re one of your kind. You’re my type of girl… I mean, Italian girls are known to be the hottest so…” you blushed even more and giggled, biting your own lip to suppress the nervous laughter “stop it” you said and looked right in her eyes and she only smiled more “never” she whispered and leaned down to kiss you again, hand caressing your cheek and you reciprocated the kiss, your hand moving to the back of her head to bring her closer, and she happily obliged.

At some point Jenna climbed on top of you, knees on each of your sides as her left hand took a hold of your other cheek while her right hand slowly went back to its place on your hip. This was turning into a very hot make out session and honestly you were all in. Then she moved her lips, kissing your jaw, then your ear and then she started placing soft kisses on your neck “Jen…” you whispered, and she caressed your cheek again, for good measure. “Shh….” She said and sucked on your neck, sure to leave a mark on your pulse point… useless to say that she found the most sensitive spot on your neck already when she heard your breath falter. The hand that was on your hip slid under your shirt and you gasped feeling her cold hand on your hot skin, the hand slowly going up to your bra, but you suddenly felt scared. “No, Jen wait” you said and moved back, sitting up as Jenna climbed off of you, looking at you confused. “I’m… not ready for that yet” you said, looking at her with guilt in your eyes. You wanted that, you did, but you weren’t ready.

She looked at you confused, but eventually she realized why you weren’t ready. “Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry (Y/N), I’m so sorry” she said and hugged you. You were still traumatized from what your ex did to you and even if you did trust Jenna, it was still gonna take some time. “It’s okay Jen really, you couldn’t have known” you reassured her. Soon enough she pulled back and caressed your cheek “are you sure?” You nodded and leaned in for the touch “yes I’m sure” you kissed the palm of her hand “let’s just get some sleep yeah?” You smiled and she did the same, you laid down and spooned her, kissing her cheek and whispering “good night Jen”

Three days after you had to go back on set with her. Jenna had expected paparazzi at the airport and that’s exactly what happened. As soon as the two of you got out of the car Jenna was immediately surrounded, luckily they were too focused on her to notice you and on one hand you were glad. You didn’t know if Jenna wanted to make the relationship public, but you definitely didn’t want Jenna’s name to be put under a bad light because of you. You were scared for her reputation. Jenna had her bodyguards and she was making her way through the airport, easily making her way ignoring the paparazzi and you stayed behind and slightly away from the crowd. You were feeling slightly overwhelmed, but luckily it soon ended when you and her reached the gate and you took a deep sigh. “How do you do this every time?” You asked her and looked around, she shrugged a little “I’m used to it by now”

as you boarded the private jet you spoke again. “Must be nice on one hand though. People appreciate your work, they love you” Jenna immediately caught your hint, and took your hand in hers “hey… after Wednesday’s out you’ll get the positive recognition you deserve… I promise you” she said and you nodded, giving her a small smile. Luckily there weren’t paparazzi in Romania so you weren’t stressed out. It had been a long, tiring flight after all and both of you were exhausted, but the next morning Jenna had to film and you had to work so you said your goodnights to each other and went to sleep.

The next morning when you went on set you had to film the dance scene, and you knew that Jenna had been stressing herself a lot over it, she wanted to do it perfectly. As soon as you arrived on set though, she looked… different. She waved at you with a small, weak smile as you walked closer to her. She was already in her dress for the dance and she looked gorgeous, you wanted nothing more than to take her and kiss her, but you couldn’t. “Are you okay? You look… pale” you said and she glared at you. “I’m not feeling really well. I feel weak, my throat aches and I can barely breathe” you put a hand on her forehead and sighed. “You’re warm. Did you take the covid test?” She nodded and looked at you, “I did, I’m waiting for the result. But they still wanted me to film so here I am” she shrugged and you sighed, she was already overworking herself over this dance scene and now that she was sick, it was even worst.

The scene was filmed smoothly, Jenna performing at her best even when she was sick but you were worried. If it was covid you were even more worried, not for yourself, you didn’t give a damn about it. Right now you needed Jenna to be okay and if it was Covid, it could be dangerous. The scene was shot perfectly in one take and you were glad, because Jenna didn’t look like she could handle much more. As soon as Cut was called you walked over. “Are you okay?” You asked her, seeing she was even paler than earlier and she was sweaty. “I’m fine-“ she said, but she didn’t finish her sentence that her legs gave up beneath her and she fell in your arms, she was lucky you caught her “you’re definitely not fine” you said and held her up, she didn’t pass out and was still conscious “I’m taking you to your trailer” you said and eventually everyone did hear you. “You’re not taking her anywhere, she needs to film-“ one of the crew member said and you shot him a glare. “She’s sick! She can barely hold herself up, how do you expect her to film like this?” You basically shouted and he grinned.

“Don’t you think we all went to work sick at one point of our lives? If we can do that then she can too.” That’s what got you really angry. “Apparently your conditions weren’t as bad as hers. For all we know, it could be covid. Do you want to be that sick too? Or even worst? It doesn’t take much really, just take your fucking mask off” you said angrily and you saw as the guy got visibly upset. “You’ll watch your words with me, or-“ “or what? You’ll tell the director?” You smirked. “I’m your director. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m taking Jenna to her trailer to have some rest” you said and with the help of the other actors you had Jenna climb on your back so you could take her to her trailer. By the time you got there, Jenna was burning hot and you laid her on her bed as you looked at her with worried eyes, she looked distressed and you just wanted fo give her some sort of relief but now you just unzipped her dress and helped her take it off, she had a black shirt and pants under it and you decided to leave that on. It was some light clothing but it would work.

“You should leave… you don’t want to get sick too” Jenna said and you shook your head “Jen we kissed multiple times yesterday, if anything I’m already sick. I might as well never test positive but I don’t care I’m not leaving you alone like this” you said and pulled the covers up, going to grab a cloth and wet it with some cool water as you then put it on her forehead. You still had your mask on for safety measures, but that didn’t stop you from being close to her. “Just try and get some sleep okay? I’ll be here if you need anything. I’m not leaving” you reassured her as you laid next to her on top of the covers. She did get some sleep and whenever she had nightmares you would be there to calm her down, and it went like this for a whole week. She did test positive for Covid but you always tested negative and always went to work, always making some time for her: you took her soups, medicines and what not and she couldn’t be more in love with you, on the other hand you couldn’t wait till she was better so you could kiss her.

The occasion came soon enough, when a week later after she tested positive you went to her trailer to bring her the medicines she was supposed to take but as soon as you knocked and she opened the door, she pulled you inside and then slammed you against the door once she had closed it. She looked at you for permission before she could kiss you. She knew your boundaries and didn’t want to go further than a simple make out session, but still she always asked for permission. “Did you test Negative?” You asked her. Her face definitely had more color, she looked rested so that was an immediate yes, but she confirmed it even more when she nodded. You smiled brightly from under the mask and took it off, Jenna immediately leaned in to kiss you passionately and you wrapped your arms around her neck, your hand through her hair to keep her close to you and her hands took place on your hips, before picking you up, she was small but she surely had strength. You wrapped your legs around her waist and giggled slightly.

The heavy make out session soon turned into neck kisses from Jenna, she loved to suck on your pulse point and leave marks right under your ear knowing it was the most sensitive spot and she loved to hear your small whimpers when she did so, and she continued doing so until both of you went to sleep. You didn’t notice the marks on your neck until next morning. “Looks like someone had fun last night” Emma teased, and you looked at her confused, she took out her phone so you could see yourself in the reflex and when you did you noticed the marks on your neck. “Crap-“ you said and tried to find a way to cover it, luckily you had a scarf. “So-“ you interrupted her before she could start again “we didn’t do anything! It was just… a make out session.. a very hot one, perhaps” you whispered the last part of it and watched how Emma jumped around excitedly, with you blushing.

February 2022

Valentine’s day was close by and everyone on set was making such a big deal out of it. You definitely were going to do something with Jenna or at least for her, given the fact that it was a day like any other and she had to be on set but you knew what you were gonna get her. A diamond necklace, and you were sure that with that you’d win her heart even more than you already have. You went to a jewelry there in Romania and found the perfect necklace. It had a heart shaped diamond pendant and you knew that she’d definitely love it and wear it every day. Happy with your choice you got out of the jewelry, but you never expected what was to come in front of you. A guy pointing a gun at you, you raised your arms in fear as you gulped “hey, put the gun down” he mumbled something in Romanian which you didn’t understand, but you tried to step away.

He got visibly angrier and shouted “okay okay I’ll give you whatever you want, just don’t shoot” apparently he didn’t understand because he shot anyway and caught your stomach, though it was more on your left side. The impact left you breathless, and as you tried to stand still the guy took anything of value you had, the necklace you had gotten Jenna too, and then left. Luckily your pain tolerance was high, and you managed to not pass out. In the mean time people inside the jewelry and other shops had heard everything, and seeing you bleeding they called an ambulance. You fought so hard to stay conscious and you managed for a while until the ambulance arriver. When they did you passed out. However the situation wasn’t too critical, the bullet hadn’t hit anything important and there was an exit wound, so they just had to patch you up.

When you woke up you decided that it was finally time to call Jenna, you knew she’d be worried as hell but you had to tell her. “(Y/N) where are you? You’ve been gone all morning!” She said and you smiled just hearing her voice. “Hey Jen, don’t get too worried, I’m at the hospital” you said and you knew, even if you couldn’t see her, that she had froze. Her silence confirmed it for you. “W-what? What happened?” She said and you heard the jingling of her keys. “I’ll tell you when you get here, I don’t want to make you too worried-“ she hung up the call, and you knew she was coming there and in less then 15 minutes she was rushing in your room. You were alert, in a little bit of pain but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t bare. She rushed inside looking so worried and you nearly laughed “what the hell happened?” She said and sat down on the chair next to your bed “calm down, I’m fine” you could see the tears in her eyes. “I’m fine really” you reassured and squeezed her hand softly.

“Tell me what happened” she said again and you nodded “I had gone to town to get a valentine’s present for you and when I got out of the shop a dude with a gun was threatening me… I tried to tell him that I’d give him whatever he wanted but he didn’t understand me, he shot me and took everything I had, gift included” you said and she looked even more worried as she squeezed your hand “he s-shot you? Are you hurt? Are you in any pain?” She tempested you with questions and you smiled, seeing her worry like this made you feel kind of special. “I’m fine Jen seriously. The bullet didn’t hit anything important, I had an exit wound so the doctors just had to patch me up” you showed her the bandaid and she sighed of relief, gently tracing the outline of your bandage as a couple tears left her eyes, out of relief as you brought a hand up to caress her cheek and wipe the tears “I’m fine, don’t cry please” you said and she looked up at you, before leaning closer to hug you tightly.

You got discharged pretty soon a couple days after on Valentines’s day, but you had to stay home and not overwork yourself, but you had to go buy the necklace again. The dude owning the jewelry recognized you and given what you went through, he didn’t let you pay for the necklace and gifted it to you, and you couldn’t be more grateful. You still gave the guy some money for his kindness. Jenna didn’t know that you would be discharged today, but you planned on buying her favorite flowers and get on set when you knew she would be finishing filming. You stayed outside of her trailer, sitting on the stairs as to not stress your body. Jenna soon arrived and saw you sitting on the stairs, You were hiding the flowers and the gift behind you. “(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” She asked with a small smile, and you pouted jokingly. “What you don’t want me here?” You giggled and you stood up, holding out the flowers and the gift “I got discharged today, and it’s Valentine’s Day so…” you shrugged and she took the gift, she looked surprised, she was definitely expecting anything but a jewel.

“Come on let’s get inside” she said smiling as she took your hand, helping you with the stairs of her trailer as she guessed you were still in some pain, and she was right because you did grunt once but she was there to help you and you sat on her couch as she opened the gift, and when she saw the diamond heart pendant her jaw dropped “(Y/N) this is- this is amazing” she looked at you with heart eyes, she looked like she was about to cry “do you need me to help you put it on?” You asked and saw how she nodded eagerly at your question. She sat down on the couch in front of you and you moved her hair out of the way, putting the necklace on and then kissing the back of her neck, which made her both shiver and giggle “now I feel guilty though… I only got you a box of chocolates” she really did feel guilty and you saw it in her eyes when she turned around to look at you “you don’t have to feel guilty… I love chocolate. I just wanted you to feel special… which is why I’m going to ask you this… I know it is basically confirmed now but…”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

A/N: welllll this chapter was interesting to write, but not as interesting as last one. Next one will have some angst and a nee character will be introduced👀 hope you like this one for now!

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[dragynkeep]

(Sorry for dragging this topic back but) I don’t think Taiyang is abusive. However, I’m personally annoyed with how flippantly the show treats Taiyang’s parenting because its so half assed [how they depict it], me thinks. Granted, I haven’t watched past Volume 3, so that might be coloring my perception and I don’t have all the details, but it would have been so much better showing the effects of Yang taking care of Ruby at a young age, and Ruby being taken care of by someone literally 2 years older than her, with Taiyang absent and Qrow presumably away a lot.

Firstly, the show is way too ambiguous with it. How does Ruby feel about it? How does Qrow? Hell, does Taiyang ever talk to Yang about that? Is there even some sort of “sorry I was kind of out of it in your formative years” “Hey, don’t worry about it, since you’re here now and I know you’re doing your best and I’m glad we’re talking about it now”???

What did Yang have to do to help? Did she have to make Ruby’s breakfast and/or her own? Did she have to take her to and from school? Help her get showered? Clean their room? Wash their clothes? Could this tie into Yang’s recklessness and supposed overprotectiveness? Was there a babysitter? How much does Qrow contribute to their household and in what way(s)? What would have let Taiyang leave a cabin of two kids in/near the woods in a world where creatures like Grimm exist (was someone supposed to be watching them, did Tai have an emergency, did he just up and fucking leave, how long was he gone, was Qrow there, etc)? I know some of these are uncharitable perspectives but we aren’t getting any details and this stuff happens far more often than people think.

It just hits too close to my own home situation, where my mom would literally be in the house and not help with chores or talk to us much, but just stay in her room on hours long calls with her neighbor while adultifying my older sister, because my mom was also an adultified first born girl and refuses to deal with that, and seeing the show just drop this plot point without explaining how we got from Taiyang being sad to Taiyang being Best Dad (TM) is actually triggering to me.

I think another reason why people don’t like Taiyang is the same reason why people don’t like Ozpin, and that’s because the show gives these nonsensically contradicting traits or moments or descriptions, and its so confusing that its easier to do the time-old RWBY fan manouver and just tweak each scene to how you originally percieved the character.

Is Ozpin a manipulative shadow leader or a tragic figure who just wanted to help the world? I dunno, the show’s too busy trying to get people mad about BIIIIIIRDS to actually deal with either the fact that Ozpin willingly sent a bunch of first years to a third year mission to stop terrorists who then cause The Breach, or the fact that Salem abused him.

Is Taiyang a parent genuinely trying his best or a neglectful jerk who can’t even see his kids at the Vytal Tournament? I dunno, I know literally nothing about this man except he shows up at the ass end of Volume 3 and start of Volume 4, and any meaningful description of what he might be as a parent is muddled by the fact that his kids love him but he invites Peter the creepy teacher and tricked Qrow into wearing a skirt because “MaN sKiRt FuNnY”. I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel about him, there’s really both too much and too little going on with him.

honestly agree, & this seems to be a consistent problem with a lot of peripheral characters like the parents where we're told one thing & shown another. the belladonnas are another excellent example of it where like, we're told they're amazing parents & they love blake more than anything but also didn't do anything when she ran away to a supposed terrorist organization, exposed her to violent protests as a child, told her it was her job to tame violent men around her as a woman, & allowed her to blame herself for all the trauma she's carried for years.

shown one thing, told another. should be rwby's motto really.

[witchywriterlythings]

Something This Way Comes

Chapter Fifteen: All My Choices Are Horrible

I knew it was going to be a big deal for us to come back successful, but with everything else happening I forgot that we would be the first questers to return alive to Half-Blood Hill since Luke. Despite Annabeth and Grover returning before me, it wasn’t until I got there that the party really started. 

According to camp tradition, we wore laurel wreaths to a big feast prepared in our honor, then led a procession down to the bonfire, where we got to burn the burial shrouds our cabins had made for us in our absence.

Annabeth's shroud was so beautiful—gray silk with embroidered owls. Her siblings had made it themselves, even the fabric had been woven by her oldest sister still at camp. 

“It’s a same you won’t get burned in it,” I told her, worried she wouldn’t understand. 

“Shut up, Seaweed Brain.” She punched my arm, but her grin told me she got it. When she caught sight of my shroud on the other hand, she wrinkled her nose. “I’m glad we aren’t burning you in that, it would be a waste of good wood.” 

I really couldn’t disagree. Being the son of Poseidon, I didn't have any cabin mates, so the Ares cabin had volunteered to make my shroud. I wasn’t really sure what I was looking at since it seemed like the War God’s cabin couldn’t agree if they were mad at me or not. The color scheme was on point, with a sort of tie dyed mix of blues and greens, but it was on an old fitted sheet and someone had written LOSER in bubble letters. 

It was fun to burn.

Then it was normal camp activities, like the Apollo cabin sing-along with smores. The entire Hermes cabin surrounded me as if nothing had happened, as if they didn’t abandon me the second my “parentage” came to light. But some of Annabeth’s siblings and Grover’s satyr buddies came over to hang out with us as well. 

Grover was beaming as the center of attention, the rest of the satyr’s were admiring the brand-new searcher's license he'd received from the Council of Cloven Elders. “They called me brave, can you believe it? I was just keeping those two alive, that was terrifying!”

“OI! Who hit Medusa in the face with a club? I’d say that’s pretty brave.” No one was allowed to discount my satyr, not even Grover himself. 

All his sputtering protests did was draw Annabeth’s attention, as she budged in with her own retellings of how Grover had been amazing and brave on our quest. And tghen I started telling her siblings about how she got us “maximum lift” in Waterland and almost splattered us over the waterpark, which made her blush and steal my s’more. 

The only ones not in the party mood were Clarisse and a few of her cabinmates, whose poisonous 

looks told me they'd never forgive me for beating their dad in a fight.

While having people hate me always sucked, it wasn’t like it was anything new. What was new though, was having friends. Like, more than just Grover. I moved back into cabin three, but it didn't feel so lonely anymore. I had Annabeth and some of the other campers to train with during the day. At night, I lay awake and listened to the sea, knowing it would welcome me when I was ready. 

I missed my cousins though, and it always hit me at night when I was laying there in the dark that I didn’t know what happened to them. None of my Iris-Messages were going through and now that I had returned to camp, I wasn’t allowed to leave again unless I was headed back to my mom. 

As for my mother, she had a chance at a new life. Her letter arrived a week after I got back to camp. Using the gift I had left her, she removed Gabe from her apartment and made sure he wouldn’t be coming back. Though it appears he’s gone missing, so she gave  a statement to the police. Her letters might be flown to us by Hermes express, but I figured she wanted to be more safe than sorry. “Your Uncle and Sister have been more than kind enough to take in that stray we found. They’ll make sure he gets what he deserves.”

On an unrelated note, she'd sold her first life-size concrete sculpture, entitled The Poker Player, to a collector, through an art gallery in Soho. She'd gotten so much money for it, she'd put a deposit down on a new apartment and made a payment on her first semester's tuition at NYU. The Soho gallery was clamoring for more of her work, which they called "a huge step forward in super-ugly neorealism." I don’t think I will be making any more statues, she wrote, but it’s always smart to keep tools on hand. I’ve given them to a Friend for safe keeping if I ever need them again. 

She told me she would understand if I chose to live at camp year round, considering who your father is, but that there was always a place for me with her. 

I folded the note carefully and set it on my bedside table. Every night before I went to sleep, I read it again, and I tried to decide how to answer her. Did I stay here where I could train?  Did I return home to one of the few people I would burn the world for? Could I leave Annabeth and Grover like that? 

Did I choose blood over whatever these invisible strings pulling me towards my new people were?

It was easier to think about staying when I was in the training arena with Annabeth, her knife against Riptide, or her showing me wrestling moves in case I ever slipped up and got too close to Clarisse. The more we practiced, the more I started being even with her. I was nowhere close to her skill level, but I was starting to learn her tells and I could sometimes use them to my advantage. 

She never let me use the same move twice though. 

It was easier to accept staying inside the barriers of camp when she was shoving me off the dock when we said we were going to go swimming, when I could reach out and pull her in with me and I could hear Grover laughing from shore. He got wet in the ensuing splash war, but then again we were all out of breath at  that point and grinning so I don’t think he was too upset about it. 

It was easier to connect with my new home when I was on the sand with Grover as he helped me learn some basic weavng with the Neireds, or when we helped clean up the forest with the dryads. 

But I still couldn’t choose. 

On the Fourth of July, the whole camp gathered at the beach for a fireworks display by cabin nine. Being Hephaestus's kids, they weren't going to settle for a few lame red-white-and-blue explosions. They'd anchored a barge offshore and loaded it with rockets the size of Patriot missiles. According to Annabeth, who'd seen the show before, the blasts would be sequenced so tightly they'd look like frames of animation across the sky. The finale was supposed to be a couple of hundred-foot-tall Spartan warriors who would crackle to life above the ocean, fight a battle, then explode into a million colors.

I had seen over the past few weeks a lot of the older gets get all blushy and gross over who they were going to watch them with, but Luke had told me most people just went with their friends. I didn’t even have to ask Annabeth, she just told me to carry the picnic blanket while she got the snacks. 

Grover was starting to smell of the Wild, of something animalistic and older. The Cloven Council were like a stale version of all the younger Satyrs, the ones who were searching. Some came back to help with half-bloods, taking breaks from the dangers. Others gave up, and they were the worst. But he made something inside me ache for an old friend I knew nothing about. 

"I'm off," he said. "I just came to say ... well, you know." He shuffled awkwardly in the sand. 

Annabeth gave him a hug. “Keep your feet on, you don’t want any mortals getting in your way.” She kept asking him questions about if he had everything, what his plan was, until she finally stopped when he put his hands on her shoulders. 

“You are an old mama goat in disguise,” he teased. But he didn't really sound annoyed. He gripped his walking stick and slung a backpack over his shoulder. He looked like any hitchhiker you might see on an American highway—nothing like the little runty boy I used to defend from bullies at Yancy Academy. He looked…almost like an adult. "Well," he said, "wish me luck."

He gave Annabeth another hug. He clapped me on the shoulder, then headed back through the dunes.

Fireworks exploded to life overhead: Hercules killing the Nemean lion, Artemis chasing the boar, George Washington (who, by the way, was a son of Athena) crossing the Delaware.

"Hey, Grover," I called, as my fingers itched and my gums felt sore. 

He turned at the edge of the woods.

"Be careful of traps. You’ve got a good nose, trust it.” I paused, knowing I didn’t want those to be the last words I said to him so I smiled broadly. “And wherever you're going—I hope they make good enchiladas."

Grover grinned, and then he was gone, the trees closing around him.

"We'll see him again," Annabeth said.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

We have to, went unsaid. 

I spent my days devising new strategies for capture-the-flag and making alliances with the other cabins to keep the banner out of the War Children's hands. I got to the top of the climbing wall for the first time without getting scorched by lava.

At one point I woke up to a stuffed animal in my arms that I definitely hadn't owned before, Gabe wasn't big on toys and most boys I had roomed with before would have torn apart anything “kiddy” I brought with me to school anyway. 

It took me a minute of blinking at it to realize that it was a dog, a three headed dog to be exact, and it smelled like dark soil and pomegranates. I decided to make an executive decision that Cabin Three would skip Arts and Crafts that morning for a lie in, and I pressed my face into it as I drifted back to sleep.

From time to time, I'd walk past the Big House, glance up at the attic windows, and think about the Oracle. I tried to convince myself that it's prophecy had come to completion.

You shall go west, and face the god who has turned.

Been there, done that—even though it came from a manipulated God of War instead of my Uncle as everyone feared. 

You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned.

Check. One master bolt delivered. One helm of darkness returned to its rightful owner. 

You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend.

This line was what truly bothered me about the whole thing. I could understand the last line just fine. And you shall fail to save what matters most, in the end, meaning my family. I was forced thrice over  to leave them behind, once each when I only had three pearls. And then the third time when I walked away from Gabe without his throat in my teeth. 

But no one who called me a friend had betrayed me. He Who Bears Arms didn’t claim my friendship, though He did manipulate me. But He was manipulated in turn. 

Did it still count?

The last night of the summer session came all too quickly.

The campers had one last meal together, siblings saying goodbye while I sat alone. Would this be what it was like if I stayed? Or would it be better because there would be so few of us? 

At the bonfire, the senior counselors awarded the end-of-summer beads. I got my own leather necklace, and when I saw the bead for my first summer, I was glad the firelight covered my bared teeth, or at least turned it into a smile. The design was pitch black, with a sea-green trident shimmering in the center.

"The choice was unanimous," Luke announced. "This bead commemorates the first Son of the Sea God at this camp, and the quest he undertook into the darkest part of the Underworld to stop a war!”

“But what about Annabeth and Grover? Where’s their part?” I go unheard over the cheering of the other campers, and I move to step forward, frustration building in my gut. I wouldn’t have survived without them, where is their recognition?

A hand on my arm stopped me and I relaxed into Annabeth’s hold even if it was light. 

“It’s okay, you know, that we aren’t on the bead. We’ve already received our laurels.” She used her free hand to findle with her new bead. “It was your quest, Percy, and you led us home. You deserve the credit for this one.” She looks up to smile at me and I grin back, everything about her telling me she’s not lying or hiding. “Good work, hero.” 

I was about to say something, I don’t know what though because she reached over and hugged me. A solid hug, with no life thrteatening dangers to be safe from. 

I think my brain short circuited a little. 

The next morning, I found a form letter on my bedside table. I knew Dionysus must've filled it out, because he stubbornly insisted on getting my name wrong:

Dear Peter Johnson,

If you intend to stay at CampHalf-Blood year-round, you must inform the Big House by noon today. If you do not announce your intentions, we will assume you have vacated your cabin or died a horrible death. Cleaning harpies will begin work at sundown. They will be authorized to eat any unregistered campers. All personal articles left behind will be incinerated in the lava pit.

Have a nice day!

Mr. D (Dionysus)

Camp Director, Olympian Council #12

That's another thing about ADHD. Deadlines just aren't real to me until I'm staring one in the face. Summer was over, and I still hadn't answered my mother, or the camp, about whether I'd be staying. Now I had only a few hours to decide.

Nine months of private school away from my mother, only coming home on holidays or free weekends if it was close enough, maybe looking for Nico and Bianca with my mom…or nine months of hero training with Annabeth, learning different dialects of Greek, swimming in the lake and not having to worry about anyone calling the cops on the weird kid swimming in December. I could make more friends, find some kids who might be like me and just are waiting in the shadows for the right moment. 

I swear one of the Fruitbearer’s children withered the grass with her anger over one of the Stoll brother's pranks, turning it pitch black. 

But I had to think so I decided I'd go down to the arena and do some sword practice. Maybe that would clear my head.

The campgrounds were mostly deserted, shimmering in the August heat. All the campers were in their cabins packing up, or running around with brooms and mops, getting ready for final inspection. Argus was helping some of the campers bfring their bags down to the camp shuttle, which would take them to the airport or station of their choosing.

Don't think about leaving yet, I told myself. Just train.

I got to the sword-fighters arena and immediately wanted to step away. My skin itched in the same way it did after a long day at the beach and sand had entered places it shouldn’t, the kind that you needed a hot shower to remove. 

Whatever was in that arena, it was wrong. 

And then I saw Luke. He was working solo, whaling on battle dummies with a sword I'd never seen before. It must've been a regular steel blade, because he was slashing the dummies' heads right off, stabbing through their straw-stuffed guts. Typically, the celestial bronze of our weapons took longer to affect mortal objects. The armor would clang, sure, but the first hundred or so swipies would pass right through the dummies. 

They were only dummies, but I still couldn't help being a bit uneasy. Luke always seemed so calm and brotherly, at least on the outside. This side of him was…

He saw me, and stopped mid-swing. "Percy."

"Um, sorry," I said, embarrassed at being caught. "I just—"

"It's okay," he said, lowering his sword. "Just doing some last-minute practice." Now that his sword wasn't swirling around, I could see that there was something wrong with it. The blade was two different types of metal—one edge bronze, the other steel. 

Being near it just made my skin itch worse. 

Luke noticed me looking at it, and I hoped my expression was schooled enough that he didn’t realie I knew anything was wrong. "Oh, this? New toy. This is Backbiter."

"Why?"

Luke turned the blade in the light, not really seeming to hear me. "One side is celestial bronze. The other is tempered steel. Works on mortals and immortals both."

"I didn't know they would make weapons like that." As far as I knew, Chiron’s policy was non-violence against mortals. Even if a few of them deserved to be punched in the face. 

"They probably can't," Luke agreed, his smile shifting away from his eyes and more into his teeth. I tensed at the threat. "It's one of a kind."He slid the sword into its scabbard and suddenly it was like the old Luke was back. He was still . "Listen, I was going to come looking for you. What do you say we go down to the woods one last time, look for something to fight?"

I don’t know why I wanted to go. Luke had always been one of Annabeth’s people, someone she’d try to get me to be friendly with and that I only really tolerated for her sake. And yet something was pushing me to go. "You think it's a good idea?" I asked, still hesitating. 

"Aw, come on." He rummaged in his gym bag and pulled out a six-pack of Cokes. "Drinks are on me."

I stared at the Cokes, wondering where the heck he'd gotten them. I was not heavy into soda like a lot of other kids my age, but if there was one thing I couldn't resist it was a Coke. Cherry Coke and I might have actually drooled, but the regular stuff was enough to break the last of my resolve as is. 

Maybe he just wanted to connect for Annabeth's sake, so when he came back next summer it wasn't as awkward. I could work with that. 

"Sure," I decided. "Why not?"

We walked down to the woods and kicked around for some kind of monster to fight, but it was too hot. All the monsters with any sense must've been taking siestas in their nice cool caves. I could smell faint traces of them on some of the trails, but they hadn't been through for a long time. 

We found a shady spot by the creek and sat on a big rock, drank our Cokes, and watched the sunlight in the woods.

It was actually sort of nice, sitting with someone in silence. I was curious where the naiads were, usually they liked quiet moments like this and would come say hi. 

After a while Luke said, "You miss being on a quest?"

“With almost dying every ten minutes to a new kind of monster?” Without everyone judging me and faking being my friend? “Parts of it. At least now I know my mom's alive.” 

A shadow passed over his face and I was forcefully reminded of the sandy feeling that I had been ignoring since the arena. I was tempted to look down at my arms, check to see if the skin was as rubbed raw as it felt. 

"I've lived at Half-Blood Hill year-round since I was fourteen," he told me. And for a moment what he was saying reminded me of Annabeth wanting a quest so badly, to prove herself. Did camp not welcome him back? Did he not receive his laurels? And what about his questmates?

He crumpled his Coke can and threw it into the creek, rolling his eyes when I immediately reached down to grab it. “Don’t bother, Percy. The nymphs won’t be able to take their petty revenge on me.” 

“You’re leaving.” 

Luke gave me a twisted smile to which I bared my teeth. "Oh, I'm leaving, all right, Percy. I brought you down here to say good-bye."

He snapped his fingers. A small fire burned a hole in the ground at my feet. Out crawled something glistening black, about the size of my hand. A scorpion. "I wouldn't," Luke cautioned. "Pit scorpions can jump up to fifteen feet. Its stinger can pierce right through your clothes. You'll be dead in sixty seconds."

It hit me then what Luke had been trying to do all summer, what place he was trying to make for himself in my life. You will be betrayed by one who calls you a friend. Not who I call a friend, who called me one. 

“Time to show your true colors then?”

He stood calmly and brushed off his jeans.

The scorpion paid him no attention. It kept its beady black eyes on me, clamping its pincers as it crawled onto my shoe.

"I saw a lot out there in the world, Percy," Luke said. "Didn't you feel it—the darkness gathering, the monsters growing stronger? I thought that you might have already been touched by it, you always were a bit different to the rest of us."

I snarled and let my facade drop, pleasure rolling through my shoulders as he actually took a step back away from me. The scorpion paused on my ankle. “You know nothing about me.” 

“I might not, but my master does. He’s very interested in you, Percy, but I don’t think you’ll listen. You’ve never really been fooled, have you? I thought I was making progress but your face when you saw Backbiter…” 

“The Crooked One got you in your dreams, is that it? He got you to steal the master bolt. Did he tell you to steal the helm too or did you come up with that on your own?” 

Luke's eye twitched. "He spoke to you, too, Percy. You should've listened." And like any Disney Villan, he began his monolouge. Of his plans, of his ‘rightceous’ anger. How it was worth throwing away Thalia’s sacrifice to get him and Annabeth here safely, how it was worth abandoning Annabeth. Just like her dad. Like her mom. 

The creek churned with my rage, though Luke was too involved in his own head to notice. "The flying shoes were cursed," I said. "They were supposed to drag me and the backpack into the Pit. But you almost sent Grover in instead, your old protector."

"He wasn’t my protector, all he cared about was Thalia! I was a tagalong! And you, you gave the shoes to the satyr, which wasn't part of the plan. Grover messes up everything he touches. He even confused the curse." Luke looked down at the scorpion, which was now sitting on my thigh. "You should have died in Tartarus, Percy. But don't worry, I'll leave you with my little friend to set things right."

"Thalia gave her life to save you," I said, gritting my teeth. "And this is how you repay her?"

"Don't speak of Thalia!" he shouted. "The gods let her die! That's one of the many things they will pay for." He looked like he was going to say something else, but then his face closed off.  "Good-bye, Percy. There is a new Golden Age coming. You won't be part of it."

He slashed his sword in an arc and disappeared in a ripple of darkness.

The scorpion lunged.

I reached out to swat it. 

Something lunged from the darkness and sliced threw the scorpion, a whir of black. When the world focused enough for me to see the shape of the being holding the sword, I could feel a feral grin spread across my face to match his own. 

I lunged. 

Nico had apparently been training as much as I had, because he immediately moved to trip me and moved his body out of the way instead of running. I was still bigger than him by a bit, he was only ten after all, but his excitement reminded me of a puppy and so I let him eventually get me on the ground. 

“I did it!” he exclaimed proudly while Bianca laughed from the shadows, and I was sure he was looking at her for approval. This is how you do siblings, right? You let them win sometimes?

I growled playfully and rolled out from under him while he was distracted. “How did you get out? I…we were in front of your dad and we didn't have time to get to you.” I rubbed the back of my neck, and I had to force myself not to pick at my scales. “I only had enough pearls for the three of us.” 

Bianca skipped over and gave me a hug, her scent oddly covered by something faintly pomegranate. “It's okay, we were never going to get out. Our Father came for us as soon as you disappeared, or at least he directed us towards somewhere safe while he dealt with you. He wanted to send us back to the hotel. Wipe our memories.” 

I growled lowly at the thought and reached out to grab Nico. He was very happy to stand there while I nuzzled his hair and Bianca just put a hand up when I went to do the same to her. 

“Our Step-Mother is Queen and She holds the right to oversee any decisions about Underworld citizens. Our Father might have the realm, but She is the one who controls its people.” Bianca dropped to sit on the ground, beaming. “She said we could keep our memories and be trained in the Underworld until we're ready to rejoin society.” She giggled. “Apparently she also believes in field trips. She quite likes the term.” 

Nico nodded enthusiastically and plopped right next to her. She reached out to pet his hair, making him rumble gently. 

“Is She watching us?” Not that I minded that much if She was going to let them see me, but I didn't like the thought of someone watching me without my knowledge. 

“No,” Bianca said. “Camp is the only place She'll leave us without her and She's been Called.” 

I flinched as I looked back to where the scorpion had been, now just a puddle of tar. “Do they know…?” 

“About you? I don't think so. The Charioteer announced that the prophecy would be coming to fruition soon, so they wanted to be prepared when it did.” 

I huffed. “How am I supposed to convince everyone that Luke was the thief? Yeah he's a son of Hermes, but stereotypes aside there is no evidence. You kind of killed all I had.” 

“Did you want to die?” Bianca raised an eyebrow at me. 

I growled in frustration. “No, but at least I could have proved it!” 

“How? You would have been dead!” 

“You don't know that!” 

Nico sat up glaring at us. “You two need to stop fighting. Here.” He pulled out his sword and before we could question what he was doing, he sliced a decent sized hash in my calf. 

It took a second for the pain to hit, but when it did I had to bite through my tongue to keep from swearing. As it was, I was sure I was making a lot of noise. 

Nico didn't seem phased in the slightest and just put his sword back in the shadows. “You should get help. We’ll make sure you don’t die before you get to camp.”

“What did you do?” Bianca reached over to my wound, her hands lighting on fire to quickly cauterize it. Mostly what she did was make it hurt more and almost make me pass out. “Sorry, sorry. I’m not very good at this yet.” 

“Now he has evidence he got attacked! As far as they're aware, Luke was the only one out here!” 

I growled lowly as I started losing the ability to talk through the pain. The wound itself felt like that one time we lost power in the winter and I ended up with frostbite, while where Bianca had tried to help was on fire. Still smoldering.  I tried standing to head to Camp, but my body just felt so heavy. 

“I’m sorry,” Bianca whispered as she pulled her brother into the shadows. 

I finally screamed. 

I think I blacked out at one point. All I can remember is flashes of green hair and panicked eyes. 

There was Kiron, his arms reaching for me. 

I managed to whisper the traitors name before I was back in the darkness.

I woke up with bees buzzing in my brain and a drinking straw in my mouth. 

Nectar. 

I really didn’t want to open my eyes but I knew I wasn’t alone, their scents spreading throughout the room from their worry. I groaned as I forced myself to look around. I was propped up in bed in the sickroom of the Big House, my leg completely wrapped like I had broken it.

Argus stood guard in the corner. Annabeth sat next to me, holding my nectar glass and dabbing a washcloth on my forehead.

"I didn’t take you for the nursing type.”

"You idiot," Annabeth said, which is how I knew she was overjoyed to see me conscious. "I had to make sure you didn’t die! That cut on your leg…"

“Now, now,” Chiron’s voice said. “Percy is safe, child.” He was sitting near the foot of my bed in human form, which was weird. His scent was muted like that, maybe that's why I didn't realize what he was? Back at Yancy? He smiled, but his face looked weary and pale, the way it did when he'd been up all night grading Latin papers. "How are you feeling?"

"Like a Popsicle."

"Apt, considering that was Stygian Iron that you were cut with. Now you must tell me, if you can, exactly what happened."

Between sips of nectar, I told them everything that happened with Luke, up until the part with the Scorpion. I changed it to him summoning something that cut me, but I was too out of it to see what it was.

The room was quiet for a long time but clearly something else was going on. Chiron eventually had to go, leaving me with a steaming Annabeth who looked like she could melt the ice in my drink with her glare. 

“Um…I didn’t exactly tell the whole truth.”

And then her glare was on me. I hated how her eyes narrowed like she already knew what I was going to say before I said it. “So Nico and Bianca decided to stop by… think their stepmom is meeting with Chiron right now.” 

Annabeth seemed like she would be the kind of girl to hate swearing but the words that came out of her mouth in ancient Greek were so filthy I was tempted to cover my ears. She finally settled on huffing and sitting on the bed with a pout. “So Nico did this.” 

“How do you know it wasn’t Bianca?”

“Did you do something stupid?”

“No.”

“Then it wasn’t Bianca, she seems smart enough not to hurt someone unless she’s really pissed.” 

I rolled my eyes at her. “You just think that because she’s a girl.”

Annabeth stuck her tongue out at me and we both grinned, before it slipped off her face with the clock announcing the hour. 

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Nothing." She set the glass on the table. "I … just took your advice about something. You … um … need anything?"

"Yeah. Help me up. I want to go outside."

It probably wasn’t the best idea, especially because it just showed off the few inches Annabeth had on me. I was also completely useless at walking as my leg refused to cooperate with me, basically dragging next to me as dead weight. 

Annabeth didn’t seem to mind carrying my extra weight; she had far more training than me after all and her arms showed it. I had heard some of the older kids talking about how girls with muscles were weird and I kind of wanted them to meet Annabeth so she could knock them on their asses.

Eventually we got to the porch railing, allowing me to lean on it instead of her. 

“What are you going to do?”

I shrugged. “I think Chiron wants me to stay here year-round, thinks the world out there is too dangerous for me or something. Plus all that time training? No one would get the better of me again.” I nudged her shoulder with mine and she purposefully ignored me. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “Maybe I should, but I don’t think I could stay. You’ll just have to survive the school year without me I’m afraid.” 

Annabeth pursed her lips, then said quietly, "I'm going home for the year, Percy."

I stared at her. "You mean, to your dad's?"

She pointed toward the crest of Half-Blood Hill. Next to Thalia's pine tree, at the very edge of the camp's magical boundaries, a family stood silhouetted—two little children, a woman, and a tall man with blond hair. They seemed to be waiting. The man was holding a backpack that looked like the one Annabeth had gotten from Waterland in Denver.

She explained how she had sent a letter when we got back and they’d been writing, since she wasn’t sure if she was ready for a phone call. They’d decided it was time for a second chance, and her dad had promised that this time things would be better. She wrung her hands as she looked at me, before throwing her arms over my shoulders and pulling me into a hug. “We’ll go on a quest next summer, okay? Go after Luke, even if we have to sneak out to do it.”

I hugged her back as tightly as she did me. “Deal.”

She pulled away with a cheeky smile. "Take care, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth told me. "Keep your eyes open."

"You too, Wise Girl." And like that, I knew I was headed home to my mom.

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[neteyamsilly]

Hi!! It’s Ramble Anon!!

I must begin with saying that this chapter was amazing, I was holding my breath until the very end!! I woke up earlier than usual for some reason (maybe subconsciously I knew you posted the chapter AHAHA) and I’m so glad I did!! I got all the time to read it slowly and savoring every word 😌

I KNEW you would hit us with the most grueling, beautiful, teary flashback ever, but MAN, even if I knew what was written I couldn’t have been possibly prepared 😭

It was so refreshing seeing Jake being an amazing dad, so cute that all of the kids (and Neytiri) teased him, BUT Y/N, she loves those beads, could be the ugliests in the whole world, she’d think they were the prettiest thing her eyes laid on 🥺 (him finding out she wear them in her hair after she dies ☹️)

I loved the bantering between Jake and Neytiri!! The whole movie was them stressing out for their children, it’s so nice seeing them as a couple, gently teasing each other 🥰

May I say that little Y/N is the most adorable child? So cute!! Her being able to sneak on Jake and her siblings observing if she succeeds or fails!! Why am I so entertained by the fact that during all the flashback Y/N was the mastermind of the attacks to Jake, lmao, always keeping him on his toes

And the innocent cussing!! 😭 and the siblings copying Y/N 🥺 (I’m curious, who do you think between the kids curses the most? I think most people would answer Lo’ak, but I’d put Kiri there too, she just looks like the type to curse her brother out if he aggravates her enough lmao (she is grace’s daughter, too after all), but Y/N, she sounds like the person who curses when she is excited!!)

Jake using mighty hunter as a entertaining nickname for Y/N, then he used it to mock and ridicule her.. why must u hurt me like this. 😞

And then the painting with the mud and the promise of painting her face for Iknimaya 😭 (“it’s what family does” pls-)

Y/N dying was so heartbreaking, everyone was panicking, Neteyam and Lo’ak coming to see what happened must have been terrifying, Jake and Neytiri desperately hugging their daughter..

Y/N died in front of Neteyam, they were the each other’s closest sibling and Y/N died IN FRONT OF HIM -pls I can’t-

Lo’ak just staring and being unable to understand, him bringing his grandma and Kiri, and Tuk!! Poor baby.. Everyone consoling each other was so nice in all of this heartbreak

Lo’ak going back where Y/N died, he just wanted to fly with his sister 😞

And her Ikran trying to gently nudge her awake 😭. He needs a name!! (I’m still so mad they didn’t give us names of the sibling’s ikrans ☹️)

Her Ikran being Toruk’s colors!!! 😭

I know he is beautiful

baby was mutilated and kept going for her, I can’t stop imagining Y/N begging her dad to not put him down like PLEASE, I have tears in my eyes

(I read in one of the comments that Y/N is Hiccup coded, I couldn’t agree more 😭)

I literally am writing this between my classes, I’m so blinded by your absolute talent ✨

I’m so glad Hake got some sense knocked into him, FINALLY

Ik it hurt to hear what Neytiri said, but I enjoyed it 😭 (But all the children listening 😕)

And this Stxel’eveng?? I can’t wait to find out what will happen!! What will happen at the Tree of Souls??? I’m so excited!!

Such a beautiful chapter!! Thank you!!

I hope I’m not bothering you with all of this asks lmao (I sent one after chapter 3, I hope it got sent!! (Not trying to rush you or anything!! I just know my phone sucks and it keeps disappointing me lmao) I just can’t stop commenting on how beautifully you wrote this story 😭)

RAMBLE ANON HI!!!! I think tumblr didnt send a notification to you, I've answered your ask today here!!!! DW I GOT UR BACK

I'm telepathically connected to the readers of this fic through daddy issues frequency channel, we're ascending together 🧘🏽‍♀️ the fic dropped and it was that audio going "something just happened" LMAOOOO

Half the ask being about the flashback and the cute moments and the details melted me, omg!

Jake and Neytiri having a back-and-forth was so entertaining, i loved her calling him "baby" the most bc she did that a lot in the first movie!!!

Also omg IM HAPPY YOU PICKED UP ON THE "MIGHTY HUNTER" DETAIL AHHHH THAT HURTS MY SOUL! Something they lovingly joked around together used by Jake to hurt her where it's vulnerable:(

ALSO LIKE UR SO RIGHT Sister!reader cussing at moments of excitement and happiness, and Kiri being the wildcard you wouldn't expect to have a potty mouth! AHH I LOVE THIS

Lowkey I referred to the ikran as "Jack" in my head because i had a gag going that sister!reader would name him that so it's funny as he listens when she orders him to do something and it's supposed to get on jake's nerves 💀 also like, funny when all the other family members having poetic na'vi names and you and your father having "bob" and "jack"

BUT I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR!!! he has so much personality despite being in the background most of the time i dont know how i managed to do this HSHDHSBDHS

I'm so happy (as always) to see you looking forward to the next chapter AAAAAA THANK YOU FOR THE ASK<3333

[rikki-roses]

Fluffy February Day 13: Splurge

SWTOR

Pairing: Early Setra Rowan/Theron Shan

Time period: After Yavin IV, before Ziost

Thinking Setra would wear something like this:

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Part of Theron wondered if he was going crazy, taking this big of a risk.

Part of him didn't care.

Officially, he and Setra were Just Friends, going to the gala/post-Yavin IV celebration together because neither one of them had a +1, and their respective superiors had brow-beat them into attending. Unofficially, they were in a situationship; way past friends-with-benefits, but both too attachment-adverse to take the next step and make things official.

The gala, then, was the perfect excuse for them to get drunk and dance together in a public setting without eyebrows being raised. Not they were lacking in together-time; Setra had already spent a weekend at Theron's apartment since Yavin, on top of almost-daily texting.

And thus, Theron was doing some last minute shopping. Setra had already sent him a picture of the dress she'd bought - a purple ombre cocktail dress still on the hangar - allowing Theron to match his outfit to hers.

Theron was walking through the shopping center, that night's outfit slung over his shoulder having been purchased and tailored, when a glittery purple object in a jeweler's window caught his eye. Normally, Theron would pass it by without a second look.

Normally, he didn't have a situationship that he was catching feelings for.

Making a snap decision, Theron went into the jewelry shop. One could splurge every now and then on their lady friend, right? Especially when her Codes forbade her from splurging on herself.

The purple object that caught his eye turned out to be a choker - rose-gold metal chain, with a single amethyst sphere. Way more money than Theron had ever spent on a gift for another (and honestly more money than he usually spent on himself, outside of food and building speeders).

Theron bought it anyways.

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For the first time, Setra had found a formal dress that didn't make her want to crawl out of her skin.

She had wanted to wear one of her casual dresses - they were infinitely more comfortable - but her crew (along with her sisters' help) had bullied (lovingly, of course) her into going shopping in their latest attempt to find her something fancier that she wouldn't promptly make disappear after wearing once.

And now she may have finally found it. The fabric was soft, some sort of silk blend. It also didn't show any more skin than her "normal" dresses did.

Even so, Setra had spent most of the morning communing with the Force in mental preparation for that night; she hated (as much as a Jedi could, anyways) large gatherings. She hadn't wanted to go to the gala that night, but Master Satele had been firm. She had, however, taken the time to actually "do" her hair - her pigtails were down, and she'd used some hair product to make her short curls more pronounced.

On the upside, when she messaged Theron about it he had revealed he was in the same boat, and suggested that they go together. As "just friends", of course. Wink wink.

So now she waited at Annie and Aric's house, along with Vy'reni and Kira (who, unlike Setra and Theron, had no qualms making their relationship public - much to the Council's continued dismay). Setra had given Theron the address earlier so he could meet them.

There was a knock at the door, and Setra quickly answered, revealing Theron. Setra slowly moved backwards to let him in, thoroughly checking him out. He looked amazing. She was suddenly glad she'd sent him a picture of her dress; Theron had done a great job color coordinating. Setra struggled to keep herself from blushing.

And then Theron got a good look at her.

His mouth dropped.

She lost the battle to the blush.

They barely took the time to ensure the others weren't watching before Theron pulled her in, his hands firmly on her waist, her hands firmly on his chest.

"Please tell me you're keeping this one." Theron's voice was low, almost husky.

The corner of Setra's mouth curled up. "I was thinking about it, actually. It's the least bad formal dress I've tried."

Theron simply kissed her in response, Setra eagerly reciprocating.

They broke the kiss after a long moment, and Theron had her turn around and close her eyes. She wasn't expecting the cool metal that came into contact with her neck. She opened her eyes when Theron gave her the go ahead.

Only to find a rose-gold metal choker with an amethyst pendant hanging around her neck. It looked like it cost more money than almost everything Setra owned, minus the few pieces of horn jewelry that her adoptive parents had purchased for her over the years (also, ironically, the only other jewelry she owned). But, it also went perfectly with her dress, and would match well with most (if not all) of her more casual outfits, Jedi robes included.

For a brief second, she panicked; her Codes discouraged both frivolous spending and attachments to objects. It had been one thing for her parents to purchase horn jewelry for her, since it was directly tied to her Zabrak heritage, but this?

But then she saw the look in Theron's eyes - the sparkle of hope, the desire for her, the eagerness to do something nice for her. The glimmer of fear that she would reject the gesture.

She did like it, cost and attachments aside. And it touched her beyond measure that Theron had thought fondly enough of her to do this.

"It's beautiful, Theron. Thank you. I think I can wear it with just about everything I own. Do I want to know how much you spent?"

"More than either of us is used to spending." But, I figured you were worth splurging on."

She quickly kissed him in thanks as the others called for them.