#i am worried my stances will get me in trouble or something

[wanderingmind867]

Ranking the Seven (plus Nico):

1. Nico di Angelo: Just…ever since I was a nine or ten year old boy reading Rick Riordan's books, Nico di Angelo was my anchor into the world of Percy Jackson. Lonely, an outcast, the one person everybody else shunned…he was always just a vessel for all my real pain and fear. He still is. All my loneliness and sadness and stress and anxiety…it can all be channeled into him.

And to think more about it, he really is just like me. He never opens up to others (same as me, he probably has a fear of judgement), he's got no real friends for most of the books (which is still true of me at 20, no friends except my dad), he's just…god, Nico di Angelo is the character in these books i've always loved most. And I wish he got all the happy things that I feel i haven't had yet.

Frank Zhang: Frank was like the second main character who always spoke to me. Not just because he was Canadian (although that certainly helped), but because he was a heavier set kid who didn't have many friends. His mother died; whereas mine was more just dying (dead now, of course). And I always did like how he was good with a bow and arrow. A ranged fighter with a preference towards support (despite how his looks make him appear), Frank Zhang had a lot of relatable aspects too.

Honestly, nobody in these books ever had a 1 for 1 backstory line up with me (it'd be incredibly bizarre if there was one, I suppose). But Frank and Nico are two of the ones who come closest to hitting me right in the heart. I definitely can see myself in them, and I love them both a lot.

Jason Grace: Jason is a character i've heard be called bland many times. But are you all reading the same books!? Jason Grace is not bland! He is the paragon of virtue, a great kid who always does what he thinks is right. And I really relate to his existential issues. He's a confused person. Is he Greek or Roman? Who is he? Where does he belong? Will he ever belong? A great many of those questions feel like they apply to me as well as to him, and that makes him all the more relatable.

Also, Jason seems to value order and fairness. I respect that. I, too, value order and consistency in my actions. Who doesn't? I'm that weird kid who liked my teachers ten times more than I liked my fellow students. I never got along with other kids. I always felt like I was somehow more mature in some ways. So that's why Jason Grace and Cyclops are like some of my favourite fictional teenagers. They remind me of myself.

Leo Valdez: I almost put Leo in front of Jason, but one thing changed my mind: I hate machinery and mechanics. Don't get me wrong: I like machines. As someone who's wasted way too much time talking to AI chatbots (and who always relates to characters like Vision or Red Tornado), I definitely like machines. But I don't like getting my hands dirty. Mechanics and hands on work was never my thing. So, you know, that was the deciding factor here.

Still, I really relate to Leo. His avoidant streak (which is super relatable), his insecurities about being the most useless member on the team (which is also relatable), even the fact that he covers his insecurites by acting overly confident and personable gets to me. Because while I don't do that one, I do understand all of Leo's insecurites. He's definitely one of my favourite characters.

Hazel Levesque: A girl from out of time. She doesn't quite fit in with this time period, and I can relate to that in some ways (i've always felt like an old soul myself). She's from New Orleans (possibly the one locale in the US that I really like, due to watching Disney's Princess and the Frog as a kid). She's even got magic powers, thus putting her in with the group of people I tend to like most in fiction: mages.

Hazel is a great character. She makes my top five because she appeals to almost all of my many interests. She was never my number one favourite, but she's definitely up there.

Piper McLean: I loved Piper's story. I don't like how native american stuff is never explored in US media (while up here in Canada, we at least get frequent documentaries and sitcoms stuff about indigenous people and culture). So just…whether it's fully accurate or not, props to Rick Riordan for even giving us Cherokee representation. I can't think of any other native characters in american media off the top of my head, so he's already succeeding because of that.

But I also really liked Piper for her struggles with being aphrodite's daughter, and with being a famous celebrity's kid. These things aren't all too relatable on the surface, but the way Rick Riordan wrote about them…god, you know it's good writing when i can grow to feel empathy and love for a character (even despite our many differences). So Piper is cool.

But I do have at least one minor complaint with her story: did her dad really have to forget she was a demigod? That part of the Lost Hero really let me down, and I still don't see the logic of having it happen. So that's why she's number six here.

Annabeth Chase: Annabeth is often relatable, but mostly just when i'm reading from her perspective. From her POV, I really do feel her. I really do love the chapters from her perspective. But when it's other characters talking about her or dealing with her…she is a lot less likeable. She can be downright rude to many characters.

I remember how she hated Tyson. She had decent reasons, but it still really got to me. I didn't like how her and percy started with a bit of an antagonistic attitude towards each other. I also never really felt too much of her issues in regards to her home life. I always kind of related to Frederick Chase, and so I never saw the issues with her home life. When we see it in The Titan's Curse, it seems downright pleasant. So I never understood her.

But let me make something kind of clear: Annabeth is way better following the Mark of Athena. In the Mark of Athena and House of Hades, i've loved her every scene. In all the previous books…it was a lot more love/hate. So I don't despise her (I would never go that far), but I just have some hangups that seem to be personal to me.

8. Percy Jackson: Oh, boy. This opinion is gonna be controversial, I already have that feeling. But i'm gonna stand firm here. Percy Jackson isn't that great. His supporting cast usually always outshines him. He's funny sometimes, sure. But think about his actions. He was just as judgmental towards Tyson as everyone else, at least initially. We read about him admitting he didn't like being related to him! And that action is just the tip of the iceberg.

He abandoned Calypso to rot on Ogygia (while Leo actually had the decency and moral fiber to rescue her). He didn't fulfill the dreams he said he believed in, either. He said he wanted the gods to claim all their kids, yet Camp Half-Blood only added maybe seven new cabins. That's not nearly good enough. That's half assing it. Look what Jason Grace did! He honoured all the gods, even if they were minor ones like Kympoleia! Anything Percy did, someone else did it ten times better!

And let's not forget Nico's treatment here! Percy also didn't seem to like Nico that much, considering he was way too easily annoyed by him (when there were far worse kids out there). Nico got screwed over by Percy, and I won't let that one go! Only one who screwed him over worse was his own sister (abandoning him for the hunters when she knew she was all he had)! But I digress. I just… Percy doesn't live up to any of the high potential set on him. Especially not when compared to the other seven.

So there are my rankings. I kind of feel like mine are probably going to end up sort of uncommon, but this is legitimately my opinions on each character. If anyone else wants to share their rankings, feel free to. At this point, i'm kind of interested to see what other people's opinions are.

[tommykinard6]

Should I be eating and resting? Yes. Am I? No, so come join me for a dissertation on Tommy Kinard being lonely.

Edit to add a note since I saw a reblog about it: Tommy has no canonical age right now and Lou is 39, 40 later this year, so that is my basis for saying he’s 39.

Now when I say lonely, I don’t mean that he has no one whatsoever. I can picture him going for drinks with his team or having some Muay Thai buddies that he could call up if he really was inclined. Maybe an old army buddy or two.

But there’s something about Tommy that’s just achingly lonely, both when he was at the 118 and now at Harbor.

Tommy had a broken home, or some other kind of unstable childhood. Maybe his parents split, maybe he was mistreated, maybe he was in the system or was passed around family members. Maybe he was isolated as a child because he was a little overweight (I think Lou said something along those lines) and was bullied. I think Tommy didn’t really have any friends until high school, when puberty hit and maybe he started working out and probably joined the football team. I don’t know if anyone remembers what teenage boys are like, but I can imagine they were the same as they are today back in the 90s/early 00’s. Because around this time, Tommy might’ve started to realize that something was very different about him.

Now this isn’t a meta about how I think Tommy dealt with his sexuality (maybe I’ll do one of those later) but I think he never would’ve risked his football friends knowing even if he himself could acknowledge it, which I doubt. So he messed around, got in trouble with these guys, hung out with the bros, and pretended to be interested in girl talk.

Of course, eventually, his buddies all got girlfriends and he was always the odd one out again.

He didn’t do college. The army was his next step. And I feel like this might have been the first time in his life he wasn’t lonely. He’d learned to blend in by this point and he worked with some great people. But as he started making real friends for the first time, he also started losing them as the war tore them away.

Tommy left the army and joined the fire department. There was an aching hole where the camaraderie of the army had filled previously and with no education beyond a high school diploma, Tommy thought the fire department would replicate that. Not the police though. He’d had enough of guns.

(And ohhhh now so many ideas on his thoughts during the sniper)

But he ended up at the 118 and quickly realized that his team had maybe more of a DADT stance than the army. He realized that he had to put on an elaborate act to fool his fellow firefighters, who had more time on their hands and more prejudice they were willing to wield to pick apart his life. Tommy, who maybe had only just started to acknowledge he felt differently about guys with less panic than before, had no choice but to backslide. He acted and acted and crafted a person he wasn’t until the day that maybe he was. Sal was his closest buddy at the 118 and Tommy had no doubt that Sal would be one of the first to make his life hell. Gerrard seemed to look at Tommy as some sort of mentee. Boxed in by two notorious bigots, Tommy had never felt more claustrophobically alone.

Chim was the first one to reach out a hand of friendship, or at least the first one that didn’t come with caution tape, but he was also an “other” and Tommy, who was confused and afraid and had just had his captain call his bluff on his fake girlfriend, lashed out. Then he allowed Chim in and Chim wasn’t interested in being besties but he was a great drinking buddy and movie buddy and Tommy felt safest around him.

Then Hen came and Tommy watched her get the same treatment he was afraid of. Not that he had to worry about the racism, and he was aware of the privilege, but Hen didn’t exactly hide herself and he watched them bully his lesbian coworker. He let himself get pulled into it all and hated himself for it, but was too cowardly to break away from it. He wasn’t sure why Hen had forgiven him, but she became the only other person on shift he felt even a little safe around other than Howie. But then Chimney and Hen became best friends and Tommy fell to the wayside. They still included him, sure, but they were always a pair and there was something there that Tommy didn’t know but longed for. A closeness he’d never felt.

A best friend. A juvenile idea to him, but one he’d never truly had.

Then Gerrard was gone and Sal got transferred and the 118 moved forward under Captain Nash, but Tommy felt left behind, even in what was the most united A shift team yet. Because he was over 30 and was starting to be unable to ignore everything that he’d had to hide under Gerrard, as he no longer had a distraction from it.

He’d been a pilot in the army, so he transferred to Harbor. And Harbor was great. He wasn’t best buds with anyone (he was starting to think that was never in the cards for him) but his team didn’t carry the same baggage that the 118 had.

So Tommy started to come to terms with himself. He started to date for the first time and came out to his team. And he had several boyfriends, but most couldn’t handle the job or his baggage or the desperate need he had to be wanted. His most long term partner cheated and the one he fell hardest for couldn’t deal when Tommy was injured on the job. Even within his own relationships, he felt like he was destined to stand alone.

Tommy was 39 years old and alone, as always, when Chimney walked back into his life, dragging an adorable and also extremely hot blonde and a stoic brunette that radiated ex military in a way only ex military could know. And then Hen was there and they were trying to rescue their captain and his wife and they clearly loved each other fiercely and like family.

And as Tommy listened, flying through the remnants of a cat 5 hurricane, he thought to himself that he should’ve never left. Simply just never found himself if only that meant being part of the family the 118 was now. However, he knew deep down that he still would’ve been alone and on the outside.

And they rescued the survivors and Tommy thought that was it but then Eddie wanted to hang out. And they liked the same things and had similar experiences and Tommy couldn’t help the hope. Because the loneliness had grown stifling and now he could breathe a little. And then Evan, the cute blonde, wanted a tour of the hanger and he thought that maybe he was being hit on.

And then at the end of it all, Tommy was left realizing that he’d wedged himself between two best friends and that was what happened when he allowed himself to hope. So he went to Evan to apologize. He would get Evan and Eddie to talk to each other and then would fade into the background.

But then Evan was sweet and apologetic and told him that he was part of the 118 family simply by helping them. Tommy couldn’t help it. Here he was, at 39, with a little boy still waiting inside of him to be soothed. And Evan was hot and sweet and Tommy couldn’t help himself.

And he really liked Evan. Evan was adorable. But their first date didn’t go as planned and Tommy knew he was already whipped. So he removed himself before someone could get hurt. Evan deserved better and so did he, even if the loneliness was stifling again.

But then Evan texted him and looked at him with sparkling blue eyes over too sweet coffee and wanted him. Him. He wanted Tommy and to have something with Tommy and he wanted him to come to his sister’s wedding with him.

And Tommy looked at him and saw someone who could finally fill the ache he’d felt his whole life. He saw a man who he knew he wanted to take a chance with. All he had to do was jump.

And he did.

And it wasn’t solved, not immediately and never fully. Too many wounds were left gaping for too long to ever heal. But for the first time in his life, at 39, with the 118 surrounding him and Buck as the sunshine at his side, Tommy finally felt at peace.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Do it for Him | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and your husband can't conceive but you will do everything in your power to make it possible to pacify his father's wishes. Little did you know your father in law is a little too willing to help. Pairing: fem!reader x Father in Law Jungkook Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: Yändere, and manipulation into cheating and explicit language. a/n: This is my first time writing something like this so I'm not really sure how I did. There's gonna be a part two for sure so this is more like the introduction part of the Yandere aspect and setting up the plot. And a special thanks to @coralmusicblaze for the request <3

"Wait please, let's talk about this" I say running down the stairs after my husband. "You heard the doctor yourself, we can't have children" he rushes to say but decides to stop in his tracks, his back to me still. "They didn't say we can't, they just said it would be more difficult. There are still options available to us" I say hoping to reassure him. 

"First I'm a shit son for wanting to marry someone I love instead of marrying for money" he says bitterly looking towards me. "A now I'm an even worse son because I can't 'continue the family line' so his corporate empire can continue or whatever the fuck he talks about" he says as he continues to beat himself up about something that isn't even his fault. 

"We'll work through this. We can keep trying and we will continue going to the doctor to see if they can help as well okay?" I say rubbing his arm. "It'll all be okay as long as we stick together" I say holding the side of his face softly encouraging him to look at me. "Okay?" I question, waiting for his agreement. 

He looks in my eyes, seeing my dedication to him and he nods his head, whispering a quick okay before placing a soft kiss on my lips. "Everything will work out, I promise" I say wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me and he returns it right away, holding me in a firm embrace until the car pulls around, the driver opening the door for us.

"Where are we going?" I ask, seeing that we've missed the turn to go home. "We have to go tell my parents" he says with a clenched jaw. "What? Now? We only just found out, shouldn't we at least take some time to think about this?" I ask concerned with what might happen if we tell them while he's still in a vulnerable state of mind. "I would rather just get it over with so they won't pester us about it anymore. Let's just tell them that we're having trouble conceiving and we're going to go to a doctor to see if they can help. That way the blame can't be put on either of us" he reasons and I nod my head in agreement. 

"Hey" he says grabbing my hand making me look up at him. "You know I love you right?" he says and runs his thumb along my knuckles. I nod my head and give him a tight lipped smile, putting up a strong front for him. Truth is, this is just as upsetting for him as it is for me, if not more. No one wants to admit that they need help with something that is supposed to happen naturally, between a man and woman that love each other. A child made with love...

"So basically your dick doesn't work" Mr. Jeon says, not pulling any punches. "Honey please" Mrs. Jeon says, trying to reign him back in which helps a bit. "My dick works just fine" my husband says ultimately taking on a defensive stance against his father. "First you beg me to give you my blessing to marry her, and now after all of that you're not able to do the one thing that I am asking you to do for our family. We need an heir to inherit the company and I want to see that happen now" his father says standing up and walking out of his office that we all had gathered in. "Let me talk to him" my mother in law says with a pained expression, "No, it's fine I'll go" I say standing up and giving her a kiss on the cheek telling her not to worry.    

 "I'm not interested in a lecture about the children" my father in law says with his back turned to me, clearly thinking it was his wife who has come to reason with him. "I'm not interested in doing that either" I say walking closer to him where he is standing on his balcony, over looking the city. He turns to face me and takes in my form for a little longer than I had hoped he would, his eyes dragging up my figure, lingering on my chest before turning back around. "I'm sorry you had to see that" he says not bothering to spare me a second glance.

I decide to walk up to the railing next to him and take in the view as well, breathing in the fresh air and trying to regain some sense of peace before I try speaking again. "It's his fault isn't it?" he questions, still looking out at the scene in front of him. "It isn't anyone's fault" I say mirroring his posture. "It has to be someone's fault" he says, upset that no one wants to tell him the truth. "It's funny, you both put up such a fight to be together and it turns out you aren't as compatible as you thought you were" he laughs bitterly,  pushing himself off the railing and turning to walk back inside. 

"That's not fair, it's not our fault" I call after him. "Life's not fair sweetheart. Get used to it" he says and closes the door behind him. I let out a sigh and turn back toward the city and look up at the sky, trying to clear my thoughts and hold back the tears that I can feel are moments away from falling. "Hey" my husband says, placing his hand on the small of my back making me jump not realizing that he had already come to find me. 

"How did it go?" he questions softly and when I go to open my mouth in response only a soft whimper comes out, now finally feeling my heart start to crack while tears stream down my face. "Come here" he says wrapping his arms around me, pulling me in as close as he can while I start sobbing into his chest, not being able to hold it in anymore. "It's okay baby, it's okay" he says softly coaxing the tears out of me. "We'll figure it out just like you said" he whispers and I nod showing him that I haven't lost hope. I guess at the end of the day, I'm not as strong as I thought I was. 

"How long are you going to be gone?" I question him as he finishes packing up a suitcase for his business trip. "Only a few weeks" he says as if it's nothing. "Weeks? What about the doctor? What about me? What about-" I ramble but am cut off by his lips on mine. "It's already all taken care of" he whispers against my lips and rubs his nose against mine before pulling back to continuing packing. 

"You talked to the doctor already?" I question and he nods his head. "Yep he says things are looking good and he's hopeful that we'll be able to conceive soon. We could even conceive now if you want to try" he says turning back around, drinking me in before pulling my body flush against his and giving a few light kisses on my neck already making me breathless from his touch on my sensitive skin. "How much longer until you're done?" I say trying to keep my mind straight. "Give me five minutes" he says and comes back up to give me a urgent kiss before running back and getting a few more things. 

"Text me when you land" I say walking up to the car while the driver places his bags in the trunk. "Of course" he says giving me one more kiss full of longing, making me not want to let him go. He pulls back a few moments later and nudges his nose against mine again before pulling away. "I love you" he says softly and rubs his thumb over the dark purple hickey he gave me on my neck, one to 'remember him by' as he had said proudly while I tried to scold him. 

"Don't take a test until I come back okay?" he says turning towards me one more time before getting in. "I won't" I laugh and shake my head at him while he gets in the car. "Bye" he says rolling down the window to give me one last goodbye before the driver pulls out of the driveway. I wave and watch as the car goes down the street until it turns the corner. "Be safe" I whisper under my breath and go back inside. 

After closing the door I head back into our bedroom and look down at my phone seeing a missed call from my father in law but he didn't bother leaving a message. He never calls me and since our last interaction wasn't the best I have no idea why he would even bother getting in touch with me now. 

"Y/n" he says simply when he picks up my call. "Yes?" I say waiting for him to get on with what was so important that it required a personal call from him. "Has my son left for the airport yet?" he questions and I'm curious as to why he would be asking me that instead of him. "Uh yeah he just left a few minutes ago" I say deciding to forward the information anyways. "Great, I need to speak to you about something, in person" he says which confuses me even more. "Why can't you just tell me now?" I question. 

"This is a personal matter and I would prefer it if we could just talk about it privately and have a civil conversation" he says and now that I take note of the background noise I can tell that he's probably in the car. "Okay that's fine" I concede without much of a fight and he tells he'll be there soon and hangs up without another word. I would prefer to avoid all conflicts with him since he's already not too fond of me to begin with but I might as well not give him another reason to be upset with me. 

"Hello" I say opening the front door for him and he walks in like I am simply 'the help' letting him into his own home and makes his way over to my husband's office. 'Sure make yourself at home' I think to myself and roll my eyes at him while closing the front door. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?" I question walking in with my arms crossed in front of my chest and leaning against the doorframe. "Y/n please sit down. I promise, I mean no harm" he says in the softest tone I've ever heard come out of his mouth which leaves me furrowing my brown and doing as he says, being caught off guard by his demeanor. 

"I wanted to discuss something with you" he says sitting on my husbands chair behind his desk. "So you said" I say lifting a brow at him. He's not usually one to mince words or beat around the bush, an example being the last interaction we had in person. "Why is it that you can't conceive?" he ask, coming back to his normal self somewhat but keeping that softer tone still. "I don't think I'm obligated to tell you that" I say simply, keeping my walls up despite his sudden change of character. 

"I just wanted to know if this is a situation that I can somehow...remedy" he says putting a strange emphasis on the end. "Meaning?" I question, not fully understanding what he could possibly mean by that. Or more like, I hope his thought process isn't just as twisted as mine is. "Well if the burden is on my family, mainly on my son then wouldn't it make sense that we would be the ones to help solve this problem?" he says standing up and walking around the desk to lean on it in front of me, still at somewhat of an appropriate distance. 

"Right" I say waiting for him to get to the point. "And seeing as I'm the one who is desperately awaiting an heir, shouldn't I be the one who is putting in the most effort find a solution?" he says never breaking eye contact. "Mr. Jeon what are you trying to say?" I say sitting upright in the chair, my body language showing clear discomfort. "Don't call me that" he says lowering his voice an octave catching me off guard and almost sending a current running up my spine. 

"What should I call you?" I say crossing one leg over the other, shifting around, suddenly feeling warm under his gaze. "By my name, or would you prefer something else?" he says with an eyebrow raised. "I would prefer to call you Mr. Jeon" I say in defiance, continuing to keep my walls up. "I guess that's fine, as long as you remember that it's me you're referring to" he says bending at the waist to meet me at eye level. 

"Referring to while what?" I ask feeling my heart rate pick up with this new proximity. "While I do what my son should've been able to do in the first place"  he says looking down at my lips for a moment before straightening back up, providing me room to breathe again. "Mr. Jeon I think you should leave" I say after clearing my through and getting up to walk out of the room but before I'm able to get far he holds me back by my wrist, pulling me towards him. 

"There's no need to run sweetheart, we're just talking" he says and brushes my hair out of my face that had been moved out of place by his sudden movements. "I'm not running" I say through clenched teeth trying to stand firm though I feel my defenses crumble with every honey coated word that drips from his lips, leaving me conflicted. "Good, then why don't you sit back down for me." he says and gently guides me back by my waist to do as he suggested. 

"Let's just say this, I have a proposition for you" he says leaning back on the desk again. "There's nothing to propose, your son is my husband" I say trying to show him how crazy this all is. "I am aware" he says plainly waiting for my further reasons to decline his offer. "Shouldn't that be reason enough?" I question, not understanding how he doesn't see how sick and twisted this arrangement is that he is proposing. 

"You duty to your husband is to always want the best for him correct? To do anything to make him happy? Don't you think that he would be happy coming home from his long trip away to find you pregnant with his child?" he says circling around the chair I'm in, dragging his finger along the back of it and stopping to rest his hand on my shoulder. "But it wouldn't be his child" I say looking up at him which was a huge mistake as his gaze has got me feeling breathless from the intensity. Pupils dilated and eyes forever trained on my entire existence, tracing every curve with his eyes, desperate to see what is hidden underneath everything I'm wearing. 

"He doesn't have to know that. He would share his DNA, and that's good enough for me" he says brushing it off. "Well then why don't you and your wife have another child?" I question, "Then he can take over when my husband retires. They would be the same age anyway if I were to have a child now" I say quickly offering a solution. "Haven't you always wanted to be a mother? Have a child to call your own?" he questions now holding my jaw in place, maintaining eye contact. 

"Yes" I say now nervous from the intimate contact. "And my son has always wanted to be a father no? He knows it would take a lot of pressure off everyone once you do have a child right? I would pull back and we would have our heir. Don't you want that?" he questions. "Not like this" I whisper barely holding on, the last of my defenses finally diminished. "Do it for him. No one has to know I promise." he says, rubbing his thumb against my bottom lip. 

"But I love him" I say, my eyes welling up with tears, knowing that I don't have the fight in me to stop this anymore. "And you're doing this because you love him" he says closing our proximity and bringing his lips close enough to touch but holds back for a second. "It's your call" he says and waits for me to take the next move 'I'm so sorry' I think to myself, begging for my husband's forgiveness and close my eye while also closing the distance between us. 

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Azel Radwan: Dramatic Ending Ch. 21 His Side Story

Dramatic Ending Ch. 21

Thank you @passthechloroform for providing the video for this chapter!

♡———♡

People always rely on God when they are on the verge of despair.

Even in the face of the end, that stance doesn't change.

They turn a blind eye to the fact that the root of all this is God himself.

It's truly comical, even pitiful.

(...As I expected––)

Hiding in the shadow of a building, I sigh at the sight before me.

The sight of people kneeling before the woman favored by the God was spectacular in a way.

(What good is praying to a woman who isn't even a God?)

(...I wish she wouldn't get involved.)

Putting aside my own thoughts, I take a step forward.

I hadn't intended to step out in front of the crowd, but I changed my mind.

Azel: Oh my, everyone. This is a strange sight, but what are you all doing?

With just a single word, the surrounding noise is silenced.

As soon as the true god appears, the crowd instantly loses interest in the woman.

The woman herself stares at the god with wide eyes and, for some reason, starts pinching her cheeks.

(Ah, does she think it's a dream?)

I barely manage to stifle a laugh.

I really need to read the room here.

(Just how far are you going to push me...?)

Diviner: We have been searching for you, Living God. We were so worried that something might have happened to you...

Azel: Don't be absurd. I am a God who can foresee all futures.

Azel: There's no way I would put myself in danger, is there?

Azel: Naturally, I am also aware of everything that is happening in Tanzanite.

(But... talking to these guys really grinds my gears.)

It's not like the people being foolish and pitiful is anything new.

However––I recall the perplexed look on the woman's face just a moment ago.

If the God hadn't appeared then, the devout people might have captured the woman under the apostle's guidance.

As bait to lure out the God.

(With Silvio there, she probably wouldn't have been harmed, but the believers would do such a thing without hesitation.)

(...That's why I hate it.)

Of course, the ones who are truly at fault are the royals who created this faith, not the people.

Azel: You are all consumed by anxiety and fear right now, aren't you? Oh, how pitiful.

Diviner: Living God, please give divine punishment to the unbelievers who defile the God.

Diviner: Please protect our country so that the end does not come.

Voices pleading for salvation one after another create a dissonant chord, shaking the Land of Illusions.

I wonder how this sight of people desperately begging the God for salvation appears to the foreign tourists.

Azel: Everyone, lift your faces.

(Well, it's all going to be over soon anyway.)

As usual, I gently accept their pleas––and scoff.

Azel: You seem to be mistaken, but everything that happens in this country is by my will.

Azel: Because this is the Land of God, mere mortals cannot outsmart me.

Only after saying this do the people finally notice something is amiss.

Azel: Haven't you all been vaguely aware of it?

Azel: False divinations have increased, and oracles are no longer a guaranteed reality.

Azel: Is it a problem with the diviner's skill, or is there a problem with the oracles given by the God himself?

Azel: You all noticed this problem but turned a blind eye, placing all the blame on the diviners.

Azel: But unfortunately, the answer is the latter.

Azel: My oracles were the ones that were false.

Azel: Living God... why...?

Azel: Why do you think that is?

Azel: Why did I give you false oracles?

No one can answer.

(Do they even have the brains to answer?)

(Even so, I want them to think about it a little.)

(I went through the trouble of replacing the star-reading board and destroying the foundation of divination built by generations of gods.)

(For you, of all people.)

Emma: Is it to make the people of Tanzanite "thinking reeds?"

In the midst of the prevailing nightmare, it was the woman who was the only one to raise her voice.

With so many people here, only the woman who had recently arrived in Tanzanite reached the correct answer––

It reaffirms the necessity of the plan the God is about to carry out.

(Though it's probably also because you're particularly bright.)

Azel: This is the last mercy a God gives to his people.

Azel: I have received a great deal of love from the people of Tanzanite.

Azel: I've been preparing this for a long time... thinking I had to return the favor before the end came.

Azel: I, God, love all my people, so I would be happy if you would all be pleased.

(Well, it's sarcasm, though.)

(Suffer as much as you've made me suffer.)

(...Surely there must be a better future beyond that.)

Azel: You will all witness the death of God on the next full moon.

Azel: And if you don't like that...

Azel: Struggle all you want, you fools.

As I leave, I glance at the woman's face.

––I almost stop in my tracks, but I force myself to keep moving.

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Dramatic End Ch. 22

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maybe like a

daryl x reader but he finds her really drunk in (alexrandia)

or finding reader in the woods (meeting her for the first time) and she’s really hurt and he practically saves her

Happy Monday Everyone! Sorry I am taking so long to get to these writing prompts that I ask you all to send my way. I am so appreciated of each and ever one of them, that I want to give each one time to create something special, or at least passable.

I hope @dreamtofus I did you justice in your ask, I really had a lot of fun writing a Daryl x Reader, it was my first, but hopefully not my last. I know I still need to work on getting the 'voice' of Daryl down, but for a first attempt, I don't think it's too bad.

Please let me know what you think, reblog, likes are always welcome. This story is my own, so please don't steal it. All mistakes, typo are mine, I do apologize. I do a few rounds of edits, but things just slip through, so be kind when passing judgement.

Details:

Daryl x Reader, told mainly from the reader POV, but we do get a small POV of Daryl. A flashback is had, some pop culture references, not sent in an particular timeline of the show. Seeing how the reader meets Daryl for the first time, how he saves her not once but twice, and the reader letting her guard down around Daryl.

Ment to be a one shot, but if you all like it enough, I could be persawded to write more, with these two.

Triger warnings: nothing really, its sweet, angst.

Word count: 2,000+

You knew never to go out this late in the day for anything, even a ‘simple’ supply run would never be done this late; you should have just waited until tomorrow. But No, you have to prove something to yourself? No, you knew you had survived this long, almost two years now, in this fire burning world. Your smarts, being a country/farm kid growing up, and your love of reading anything you could get your hands on help you survive this long. 

So, you need to prove something to the members of this group that found you a few weeks ago and brought you into their community? Maybe, you're sure they are still assessing you, and seeing if you're worth the trouble of being another mouth to feed and another body to protect. 

The leader, Rick, seems nice, standoffish, but also a protector that if you do get to stay with them, would be loyal and a big brother figure for you. Maggie, is also in that camp of big sister energy that would kick anyone’s ass for you. 

No, if you were to put money on who in the group is still questioning if they should take you in or not, that would be the redneck hunter Daryl. 

Daryl was the one that came across you while you were scavenging an abandoned drug store just a few miles south from where the group’s camp was. He was the one that held a crossbow aimed at your back, telling you to drop the antibiotics that there was a baby in his camp that needed it more than you. 

Flashback

“Don’t make me say it again, drop the drugs.” A gruff, gravelly voice, from behind you, fills the silence of the space, and makes you freeze like a deer in headlights.

Getting up from your crouch position, you slowly turn, with the bottle of pills in your hand. Sweat from the fever you're currently trying to shake and not the Georgia heat drips down your face. If you hadn’t already heard him speak, you would have thought you were seeing things. There standing in front of you is a man, dressed all in black, his dark brown hair long and slightly covering one side of his face, while the other side is slightly covered by the crossbow that is currently aimed at you. His lean but muscular frame in a stance that screams hunter, his tone arms never wavering, so you know that he will wait you out, he has the discipline to do so.

“Fuck…I can’t…” you reply desperation, and exhaustion taking over. You know that you should be scare, you should be worried that he’s going to let go of the trigger, and put you out of your misery, but, you can’t give a fuck at this point. 

“Will you at least aim for the head, if you're going to kill me.” You quip leaning on the shelving next to you, feeling yourself get weaker.

This seems to throw off the mystery man, as he hesitates for a second, “what?” he questions, not lowering his bow, but moving his finger from the trigger.

Grabbing something from your back pocket, a purple bandana, you wipe the sweat from your forehead. “Look, I can’t come back as one of the dead.” your voice ragged. “You could give me at least that courtesy. Because otherwise, I will find you, and eat you.” You joke, giving your best Lim Nelson voice at the end. 

The mystery man doesn't seem to get the reference to that line, as he gives no reaction to the idea that you, as a walker, could somehow find him on purpose and eat him. 

“It's a joke…it's from…never mind.” You toss the bottle of pills towards him, and slide down to the floor and wait for either the exhaustion, fever, or this mystery man to take you.

Your mind is fuzzy, and either this guy will leave you alone or not. With your eyes closed, you can hear the rustle of him putting the bottle in his bag, and then the sound of him coming over the counter and towards you. His footsteps stop and you can feel him staring down at you. “What?” Uou question, keeping your eyes closed. 

“Whatcha doing?” he questions. “you bit?”

“Waiting for a bus, what does it look like? I am sick you ass, and I am exhausted.” Your frustration taking over. You open your eyes to find him crouching down and bringing a hand up to your forehead, “What the hell, dude!” You slap his hand from you and push yourself up and back from him, scattering bottles around you. “Just leave, you got what you wanted.”

“You didn’t answer me, are you bit?” He grumbles back, harsher this time, with authority. Annoyance is now apparent, and his blue eyes that are staring at you seem to bore into your soul.

“No, I am not bit, just sick. With the quick change in weather we had, my body...why am I explaining this to you….” you start and stop yourself from going into detail about how back when the world was somewhat ‘normal’ any drastic change in the weather always sent you into a quick cold for a few days.

Ringing out your bandana, you run it over your face and down your neck. What you wouldn’t give for some cold water, a nice cool lake to dive into. Your mind drifting to the fantasy of cooling waters is cut short when your bandana is taken from you and quickly replaced with a cool wet red one.

“What the…'' you're about to protest, when the feeling of the cool water hitting your skin shuts you up. You see him, pouring a bit more water on the rag and running it down your bare arms.

He doesn’t say anything, after wiping both your arms, he gets the rag wet again with cold water and hands it to you, “take it.”

You do, and wipe your face and then cover your forehead with it. You close your eyes and let the cool water seep through your pores, it's something, it won’t cure you, but it's something for now.

“Here.” His voice brings you back, and you open your eyes to see him holding out some of the pills and his water jug. 

Your hestent, wondering why he’s being so nice now? He keeps his hand out for you to take the items, and after another second of thinking you finally do. Swallowing the pills and taking the smallest of drinks, no need to piss him off by downing his water, you hand back the jug. “Thanks.” You mumble. 

He nods, and is about to speak when another voice from the other side of the counter breaks the slice, “Daryl, you in here?” 

Present 

You would soon come to find out and meet Rick Grimes, the man attached to that voice, and after seeing you in the state you were in that day, and asking himself if you were bit. Would then ask if you wanted to come with them and join their group.

Now here you were, somehow stuck back in that same drug store just a few miles from camp. Nighttime has settled in, and you can’t leave, with the horde of walkers outside, too many to kill on your own. Even if you could somehow make a path through, you know yourself, and your fighting abilities, you were good, but not that good.

Luckily the doors were still in good shape, and the horde didn’t know you were in the store, so they were just passing by. This has been going on for 20 minutes, and it didn’t look like they were going away anytime soon.

You had checked the backdoor, but it must be barcade on the outside, so here you sit, with your back against the wall, behind that same counter, waiting for the time pass, and hoping no one from the group notices that you're gone and starts to worry.

Running through your interactions with everyone earlier, you don’t think anyone would have seen you slip out, and you never told anyone of your plan, so you should be good, you try and reassure yourself. Stacking up the discarded bottles again in a precarious tower, what else is there to do?

“What are you doing?” a voice, gruff, deep, deadpan startles you and the tower tumbles down.

“Shit!” you yell, looking up you see Daryl leaning over the counter looking down at you. “How did you….” you start to question. Wondering how he found you? Why was he here? and how did he get in?

He strums his fingers on the counter, as if he can read your thoughts, “I saw you slip out from the gates after dinner. Waited for a bit, but when it was getting dusk and you weren’t back, figure I go out and find you.”

“So you tracked me like what...a dear?” You question, not sure if you should be flattered or creeped out by it.

“No…a dear would have been a bit more of a challenge, you were easy to find.” He jokes, and gives you a quick smile, to your glare and giving him the finger.

“Ha,ha,” you quip. getting up, you walk over to the counter, “how did you get in? sounds like that horde of walkers are still out there?” You question, looking over his shoulder, you can just barely make out the crowd still moving.

He looks towards the doors and then back to you. “AC unit on the roof, the air return drops down in the office on the other side of the store.”

“Well aren’t you just the MacGyver of the post-apocalyptic world?” You tease. He cocks his head, giving you a questionable look at your reference. Letting a sigh, “Sersious, dude, what did you watch as a kid? or did you not have a tv?”

“Come on.” He brushes off your comments, and motions for you to follow him. “What were you thinking of doing a run this late?” He questions, waiting for you to grab your gear and walk over to him.

Shit, you were hoping not to have to tell anyone why you went on this run. There was a reason you went on your own, and Daryl, especially telling Daryl was not on your list of something you wanted to do. “Umm…it's nothing….stupid really…” you start and stop yourself, wishing he would take pity on you and drop it.

Daryl wasn’t going to let you off with that answer. After all he did come and risk his ass in saving you. Even though it wasn’t a big risk for him, he knew he could find you, and get you back to camp in one piece, but still, he wants an explanation. Leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, he is not moving until you start talking. “Come on, out with it.”

You let out a sigh, “Fine” you say, and start digging in your bag, “this.” You state and pull out your purple bandana. 

Daryl knew that was yours the moment he saw you pull it out of the bag. He remembered it, taking a corner of it in his hands, the fabric ruff from the dried water/sweat. “You came back for this?” He questions, wondering why risking your neck for a piece of fabric was so important.

Slightly embarrassed, taking Daryl’s tone as stupidity or bewilderment, you pull back the bandana from his fingers and stuff it back in the bag. “Look, I said it was stupid, okay, lets just drop this and go.” You quip, feeling your cheeks start to go red of embarrassment. You start to head towards the office.

The feel of Daryl’s hand on your wrist, stops you from taking any more steps from him. “Don’t walk away from me.” His voice is commanding, but not in a harsh mean way.

The feel of his callus hands in your slightly worked but not as worked as his send a shiver up your spine. You’ve only known him for a few weeks now, and most of that time you were coming down from a cold. So why was the feel of his skin next to yours, him coming to find you, and the thoughts of him judging you make your head spin and your heart slightly race. “You're going to think it's stupid” you mumble, keeping your eyes and body away from him.

“Try me.” He replies, letting you keep your eyes off him, but still holding you in place.

You let out a breath, “it was my dad’s, or at least one of them. He was a mechanic before the world fell, and he always had a bandana in his back pocket. This was my favorite color.” Your voice slightly cracks at the end. thinking about your dad, your family, life before the world was on fire, it hurts too much. You feel the tears start to slightly fall. “He was gone before…”

Pulling you back and into his arms, laying your head on his chest, Daryl says nothing. He wraps his arms around you, surrounding you in a cocoon of him. The feel of him, his strength around allows you to let go. Sobbing, cries that you have been holding in for so long let go, and pour out of you and into his chest. He’s silent, running a hand up and down your back in comfort.

You're not sure how long, but when you feel there is nothing left you pull back to see the tear stain circles on his black shirt. “I am sorry.” Your voice shakes, bringing a hand up to wipe your face. 

Daryl takes his red bandana out from his back pocket, and wipes your cheeks. “Nothing to be sorry about.” He replies. Gentle wipe away the last tear from your jaw. He knows what it's like to lose your family, to be on your own. He wants to tell her he understands that she shouldn't be embarrassed by wanting to hold onto a piece of her past. He gets it, in more ways then she will ever know.

But now is not the time. Whatever he’s feeling for her, whatever he thinks could happen between them, the reality is, that it won’t. This pull that she has on him, it will pass, it has too. Stuffing the red bandana back into his pocket, and his feelings aside. He lets go of his hold on her and starts walking towards the office.

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Dance With Me, Kiss Me:

"Oh Alastor, stop hiding in the corner and come join the party."

The party in question was a celebration for their victory against the Exorcist Army and had been the princess' idea. A way to thank those who helped in the battle and to raise moral.

Alastor had to admit, it wasn't a half bad idea. The residents' moods had improved tremendously after the rebuilding of the hotel and during the process of putting together this clam bake. It had even turned into an impromptu bonding activity for some of them.

Which is the reason the radio demon was standing in a corner away from everyone, nursing a drink. He had found himself getting a little too close to the King of Hell. Most sinners would give anything for that chance. Alastor on the other hand? It scared him.

Once they started to have an actual conversation, it was frightening how easily Alastor had spilt his guts to the other man. As if they had been close for years. Charlotte was correct in her insistences that the two were similar and would get along if they just gave it a chance.

Their distaste in modern technology, mainly television, was one of the main bonding points. The other... had been their lack of interest in romance and carnal desires. It had led to the deer demon confessing to the fallen angel how much he hated kissing and his horrible experience with the action.

"Then how do you know for sure?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"How do you know for sure if you dislike kissing? All you have to go off of is that one bad experience."

As much as Alastor hated to admit it, and he would never say this out loud, Lucifer had a point. Not that he was eager to lock lips with someone. However, their talk got him thinking. And not just about kissing.

"I am contemplating my next move. Tell me, my dear, what is your stance on our king? Do you believe him to be trustworthy?"

If there was anyone's opinion he valued down here in Hell, it was Rosie's. She was an excellent judge of character (not counting her many ex-husbands) and had a talent for reading people.

"Well now, what a surprise. Finally making a move to add the other member of Hell's royal family to your plans? Let me see."

Getting her teasing out of the way, Rosie let her eyes scan the room for Hell's King. She knew something had been up with her friend since she saw him. And if he was coming to her about it on his own, she wasn't gonna mess with him about it. Not too much anyways.

Finding her target off on his own, Rosie took a few moments to watch him before turning back to her fellow Overlord.

"I may not know a lot from personal experience about our lovely ruler, however, if there were anyone here in Hell to trust... honestly it would be Charlie. That being said, do remember who raised that sweet girl."

~

Leaning against a wall, Lucifer lightly swirled his drink in his hand and took the chance to people watch. It's something he's enjoyed since he first came into creation. Now, the fallen angel was usually the life of the party, but that was because those parties were with the other Sins and upper-class Hellborns.

He didn't want the guests to feel like they had to walk on eggshells when they should be having fun. So, he stayed as a wallflower and made sure no one caused any trouble. One less thing for his little girl to worry about. This also gave him time to think about his conversation with Alastor.

Turns out talking to the radio demon was easier and surprisingly enjoyable when he wasn't intentionally trying to piss the king off. So much so, that the two openly discussed their experiences with intimacy.

"So, you had not so great times with that kind of stuff too?"

"Indeed. A former friend of mine, Vox, showed me how unpleasant and repulsive kissing can be. Not to mention the time I grew up in."

"Oh yeah. Dating culture was a lot different back then. What had he done to make kissing so gross to you?"

Lucifer knew as soon as Alastor hesitated that a line had been crossed. That seriously pissed him off. He had half a mind to go find that piece of scum and handle the sinner himself.

No one deserved that. Not even murderers who cannibalized their victims and seemed to love to poke and pick at the devil to get a reaction out of him. Who has done other horrible things in his life and afterlife. Before he could get too spun up from the memory, a hand came into view, outstretched to him.

"Care to dance, majesty?"

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CUT from the Same Cloth [Series] Ch. 3

☆theme: Hybrid/Supernatural!AU

♡pairing: wolf!Hyunjin & leopard!Reader (Gray Wolf & Snow Leopard)

✧genre: Romance/Angst/Slight!Thriller

⚠︎warnings: |Death/Suicide/Religion/Cult|

❀summary: Hyunjin could never put his finger on it or describe the feeling perfectly, but something always felt off with his life… A little different from the rest of his clan, he manages to find solace with you. But the more he learns, the more he realizes who his family really is… ✑word count: 1.8k Author's Note: So school and work both kicked my ass simultaneously for a month, I am slow to upload but I'm not usually that slow, so I wrote this really quickly cause I was like damn it's been a minute... so apologies if it is short, I decided to break up this portion into three parts.

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|Chapter 3| Lies on Lies on Lies [ACT I]

Howls. Hyunjin woke up frantically, his good night sleep ruined by howls… He knew they were for him, he pulled away from you and his steering caused you to wake up as well. 

“What’s going on?” You asked, rubbing the tiredness off your face. 

“I have to go.” He deadpanned, taking off the sweater you let him borrow. Knowing he’d be questioned on where he got it from. He walked over to your table, grabbed his old ripped up one and put it on.

“Already?” You asked as you sat up, but the look in his eyes said everything. He didn’t want to, but if he didn’t go, he was going to be in serious trouble. 

“I promise I’ll try to see you again.” He sat down beside you and caressed your cheek. 

“Don’t.” You whispered.

He looked at you in disbelief, “What?” He asked, hoping he didn’t hear you correctly.

“Don’t.” You repeated. “Don’t try to see me again, I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.” 

“You don’t mean that.” The first part he was referring to, not the latter.

“That’s not the point.” You both got up and you hugged him. 

“I’m going to find a way see you again.” He said holding you in the hug, it felt so natural.  

“Fine.” You huffed. “How are you going to get back without them knowing?”

“I have a plan, don’t worry about me.”

“You say that like it’s easy.” You sighed, holding his hand and walking towards the door.

Your comment made him smile as he opened it. “Okay worry, but don’t stress yourself out.” He caressed your cheek. “I’ll be back soon.” He didn’t know what compelled him, but he kissed your cheek quickly then jumped out the treehouse before you could react. 

To your surprise he landed very cat-like, a grounded stance. The jump was very high, it would usually throw a wolf a little off balanced, at the least, but not Hyunjin.

But before you could process this knowledge, he was sprinting off. Watching him made you wonder, What else he could do? You could tell that’s why his clan was so controlling when it came to him.

You quickly realized how different Hyunjin was from the others last night, his regeneration was better, which was a threat. You knew his sensing is one of a kind, another threat. And he had a lot of cat-like tendencies, which you were silent about knowing it's a sensitive subject for him. You weren’t afraid of Hyunjin, but it was easy to see why his clan was���

Hyunjin had a plan, one that he knew would work. After kissing you on the cheek it was as if he was on fire. A fire that burned all doubts and fears, leaving a clear mind and open heart. His senses were like no other, he chuckled to himself… realizing how self-assured he felt after being with you.

He could tell where everyone on his and your territory were, each member, each scent, sound, wavelength, everything. All of this had been a struggle in the past and now came with ease… Hyunjin felt powerful.

He ignored the howls, knowing how much time he had to pull of his plan. He raced towards Dahlia Mountain and built a quick yet messy shelter. He then thrashed and cut certain trees to make it seem like he had raged through there last night. He removed all of the bandaging you’d put on him, made a small fire close to his makeshift shelter and burned it. After that, he ran towards the cottage, he could tell everyone else was inside as there was only one member left howling for him.

Hyunjin speed and ferocious took Minho by surprise seeing the boy run in from the west instead of east, where he was supposed to be.

“Where were you?” Minho asked.

“I built a wood shelter outside of Dahlia Mountain.”

Minho tsked. “That’s why you took so damn long and why your covered in sticks.” Commenting on his messy appearance. “Why weren’t at the shed house?”

Hyunjin huffed, “What kind of stupid question is that? Why would I be anywhere near the cottage after what happened yesterday? Chan beat my ass and you guys just want me to act all normal about it?”

Minho sighed rubbing his forehead. “You know he’s still pissed right?”

“Of course.”

“So, follow the damn rules instead pissing him off even more by making your own.” He pointed out. “Also you’re staying in the shed house for a month.”

“Fine by me.” Lies… He was enraged, he knew Chan was going to watch him like a hawk. So finding time to sneak away and see you, was going to be hard. He could tell, Chan was giving him a challenge, one he didn’t think Hyunjin could take.

“What with that face?” Minho asked, snapping Hyunjin out of his thoughts. Usually Hyunjin wasn’t this stoic, he seemed a little gritty and steadfast.

“What face?”

“You went all serious there for a second.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. They really are watching me like a hawk. “Yea well my ass is in serious trouble, aren’t I?”

Minho shrugged playfully in agreement, assuming it due to the tension from the big blowout. “Did you eat?”

“No.” That was the truth. He didn’t manage to eat anything when he was with you, as he was caught up in conversation.

“Hungry?” Minho asked. Hyunjin nodded, walking over towards him. “Come on,” Minho said put his arm around the younger one’s shoulder. “I’ll make you something at the shed house. I think you and Chan should just avoid each other for the month.”

That was something Hyunjin could definitely agree on.

Within the first week of his toiling punishment, Hyunjin was on night watch.

Which if he was going to be honest, he loved. There were less members of the clan out in general, and he was stationed high up, which conveniently reminded him of your treehouse. Most wolves hated night watch for those exact two reasons. Although wolves can see in dim lighting, the do not have night vision like their counter cat clan. Which is why every night Hyunjin was persistent on keeping his awareness heightened. Every night in the same comfortable seated position, eyes closed, with a clear mind and open heart; he could sense anything.

He was on his 4th night when he sensed you coming towards the treaty line, he’s been tracing on whether or not you’ve been at your treehouse. And he hasn’t sensed you there until tonight. He knew you left a little after he did, probably due to the work you had, as your clan relied solely on you for a lot of tasks.

In his mind however, your aura shined brightly, as he sensed you getting closer towards your place. Your energy zoomed upwards and then was stagnate, for a long while, possibly 10 minutes. Why isn’t she going inside?

Intuitively Hyunjin opened his eyes, and it was as if his world brightened up as he could see you staring directly at him. Probably pondering thoughts about your last meeting, he gave a small wave and saw you perk up immediately, a small and quiet laugh escaped from his mouth. Cute.

When you ran towards your treehouse that night after being down with your week’s work, it had nothing to do with getting away from your family. And everything to do with trying to get a glimpse of Hyunjin, just to make sure he was alright.

When you were close to your tree house you could tell he was sensing you, if anything you don’t think he ever stopped sensing around your shared area. So after you climb up to your surprise, you see him sitting in a tree of his own.

You’ve seen plenty of wolves perched up there on night watch but none ever seemed nearly as relaxed or comfortable as Hyunjin looked right now. So you decided to sit and stare at him for little wondering what he was thinking, you knew he could sense you but no wolf has ever been able to see you. You stared at him for maybe 10 minutes before you saw him open his eyes.

You could tell he was focused on your treehouse but what surprised you was the wave. You perked up immediately to make sure you weren’t going crazy, and you saw him smile to himself from your energetic reaction. Which meant your theory was in fact correct. You held up your index finger, motioning to him that you were going to be gone for a moment.

“What the hell is she doing?” He whispered to himself with a smile, entertained by you.

He saw you come back with a notepad, and he didn’t think he could smile bigger, but it did. He saw you scribble on it before holding it up. ‘You can see me right?’

He nodded, and saw you flip the page to write some more.

‘Are you okay?’ Realizing he could only answer yes or no questions.

He wiggled hand and shrugged, basically meaning ‘yes and no’, or ‘more or less’.

Your brain felt a little bit messy, but you confessed anyways. ‘I miss you.’ You wrote.

Hyunjin cheeks were hurting, he hadn’t smiled this much in a while. He made a heart, indicating he missed you as well.

‘I have to tell you something important’ You wrote on the next page, ‘When can we meet?’

He sighed and shrugged despairingly. He really didn’t know; they were hounding and pestering him senselessly. Even indirectly talking to you from afar could get him in a ridiculous amount of trouble, but he didn’t care.

He held up his index finger indicating he needed a moment to think, to come up with an answer, an idea, anything really. And then it hit him… He placed his fingertips together to create a peak then made a circle with his hand and held it up where the moon would be.

‘Dahlia Mountain,  Next full moon?’ You wrote almost immediately.

That’s my girl. He thought, happy you understood so quickly and nodded. He pointed at you and made a resting motion with his hands, indicating you should go to bed for safety reasons.

You nodded, waved and sent him a kiss. He sent you one back before watching you close your door. He sighed contently, he was pretty sure he knew what you needed to tell him; he realized something, the moment he left your side that night.

He looked around his surroundings once more, smirking to himself.

These past couple of days Hyunjin felt an intensive change within his soul and body. With his old blockage being removed, his ability to sense his entire territory is becoming easier than ever.

And now, with his new enhanced night vision kicking in, he thought to himself. There’s no way they’d be able to tame me now.

[ofironandivory]

i accidentally became a proshipper and am now scared of existing, please advise

Hey, I'm proud of you for finding your stance and staying true to yourself!

If you're worried about having antis in your spaces, I made this post a little while ago and I hope it can help you out some!

As for general safety, here's what I recommend:

Block all assholes. Don't waste your time debating with someone who can't get their head out of their ass

If you start getting negative asks, turn off anon

Tweak your tumblr settings! Personally only people I follow are allowed to message me or comment on my posts, it's saved me a lot of trouble

If you receive something bad in your inbox (gorey images, for example) report it and block the person. They're a horrible person for sending you things like that, it's not your fault.

If blocking someone once doesn't work (making side accounts to avoid your blocks) don't pay them any mind, no matter what they say. Block them as many times as you need and vent to trusted friends and family about your troubles

Privacy is important and good; don't post anything you don't want everyone to see. Fiction will always remain fictional, but selfies or pictures with revealing information can put you in danger irl

You don't owe anyone information. You don't have to give details about your age, gender, sexuality, etc. At most it'll just help you block assholes and have you "barred" from certain communities (NSFW communities if you can't inform you're an adult, for example)

The block button is your best friend! It doesn't matter if they're strangers, mutuals or someone you look up to; if someone's giving you something to worry about you can leave!

Other things to keep in mind that help ease my anxiety and might help you out too:

Most antis are all bark and no bite, don't be afraid of just existing and having fun, at most they'll just be rude before you block them, nothing else

If someone does actually do something extreme, contact staff about their post/account!

Depending on the severity (doxxing, releasing personal information, sending you CSEM/CSAM) you can and should contact online and local authorities so they can help you with your safety

You aren't alone and most people in real life don't care about people's preferences in fiction. They'll avoid what they dislike and find what they like! Antis on social media are loud to get attention and praise from people who share their puritanical views

And lastly:

There's nothing wrong with enjoying problematic fiction! Real people will always matter more than fictional characters, and your treatment of said real people matters so much more than an incestuous ship or a crush on a kodo!

[metanarrates]

honestly how are you so smart? How do I become smart? My entire life I was put in the gifted classes and I really think it made me think I was smarter than I am. I'm "intelligent", sure. But I'm also really dumb and it's a huge sore point for me :( I'm always falling victim to believing anyone who sounds the most convincing and I never have my own opinion. It's like those discourse posts where I'll have whiplash reading them thinking "OK this is the most morally correct stance on the matter got it!" And then there'll be a new response and I'll go "OK scratch that! This is what I should believe and parrot back!". I'm really worried that I don't have any firm stances on anything and I'm a sheep who just follows the most ""correct"" sounding take. Sorry to dump this on you, I'd just like to hear your thoughts on it!

that sort of thing is more common than you think, anon. lots of people have trouble not following a herd mentality. it's scary to go against the grain! and i do think the educational system can reinforce that in certain people, since having the "correct" thought as determined by educators is prioritized more than a student having their own independent opinions.

my advice is to start small. if you see a post on your dash talking about a certain topic, really take a moment to step back. does this argument seem convincing? does it seem accurate? if so, why? do you have all the information? if you don't know enough about a topic to formulate your own opinion, maybe you should do some research!

and im not saying you should by default disagree with everything you see. that creates its own host of problems. I'm saying that whether you agree OR disagree with something, you should take a step back and evaluate why. can you explain your own opinions to others outside of "people I want to agree with have this opinion?"

it's also perfectly fine to not have an opinion on certain topics. if you don't know very much about something, there's no shame in waiting to form an opinion until you have more information. don't be afraid to ask questions. don't be afraid to investigate the trustworthiness of sources!

but if all that is overwhelming, and stepping in discourse sounds scary, you can even try this with fiction you read or watch. (im primary a media analysis blog, so i really do think fiction is a great practice ground to practice your analytical skills.) how does this story make me feel? can I identify why it does that? do I like this character? why? can I pick up on any subtext here? can I identify any literary devices the author is using? small questions like that.

in my opinion, a lot of my seeming intelligence comes from my ability to know and explain myself. I spend a lot of time reflecting on why I hold certain opinions, and seeking out further information when I don't understand something. you're probably here because you like my opinions on media analysis - those opinions are formed by not only reading and watching a wide range of things, but by seeking out different lens of analysis, and yes, seeing what other people have to say, and evaluating whether or not I think their opinions are well-supported. I try my best to expose myself to a lot of different types of thought. and I try my best to understand my own mental mechanisms, and to challenge them when necessary. I do think that's crucial to being an independent thinker.

I am sorry if this comes across as a lot. this stuff is overwhelming! you don't have to take all my advice at once. if you can pick even one suggestion from this post, and make an honest effort to try it, you'll start getting better at confronting your fear of being wrong, or the odd one out. over time, it will get easier for you to understand yourself as an independent person.

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

I have so much work to do, it isn't even funny, and here I am, doing none of it. So, instead of just sitting in front of my computer and letting anxiety eat me up, I'm going to see how married life is treating Minglan.

I have three shows that I am actively watching right now. It's a battle to choose which one to watch at any given time. The struggle is real 😫

***

Well, he's feeling energetic the morning after 😅

***

LMAO, OK, so I know that the implication here is that he has great stamina and wore her out, but, honestly, my first thought was that she must have been doing all the physical work of their first night together, so she's now tired and he's up and about doing acrobatics 🤣🤣

***

LMAO, I'm on her side here!

Sleep above all!

To hell with the shitty in-laws.

***

What a thing to tell your newly-wedded wife!

Yikes 😬

***

LMAOOOO 🤣🤣

Hopefully he, ahem, learned other skills at the brothel instead 🤣🤣

He's so fully of nonsense, I cannot 🤣🤣

***

Ugh, these vipers.

The sooner they move out, the better.

***

Who?

***

AGAIN, WHO??

Honestly, my stance for this drama is that anyone who wants to commit suicide should be allowed to 🙄

***

Wait, is she implying that Gu Tingye is sleeping with this woman?

Because, seriously? SERIOUSLY??

Now they are straight-up lying to stir up trouble in their marriage! AND THIS IS, LIKE, THE FIRST DAY!! 🤬🤬

Minglan, don't be an idiot. Don't believe them!

***

Oh, and the lot of you are soooooo worried about how some random servant who is sleeping with the master of the house is going to live 🙄🙄

I cannot with the what-the-fuckery on display here 🤬🤬

GU TINGYE, WHERE ARE YOU?

THIS IS SLANDER!!

***

Even if any of this was true, WHO GIVES A FUCK??

OK, so, personal story time. Skip for TMI, or something. IDC.

When I was nineteen, I was living away from home for the first time in a dormitory and I had these roommates. I was a very stupid, naive, sexually inexperienced, frontal-cortex-still-entirely-udeveloped nineteen. I was studying architecture, the hours were ridiculous, the living conditions were atrocious (and I mean no hot water, communal toilets for the entire floor, no privacy whatsoever, perpetually drunk, eternally partying next-door neighbours bringing creepy men over, it was absolute hell with no recourse) and I was really, really struggling to keep afloat.

My self-esteem also wasn't the greatest and I'd spent my entire teens feeling unlovable and unattractive because, idk, I didn't look like Naomi Campbel, and was told from numerous sides that being some random average girl was just not enough. My mental health went down the drain that year and it never really recovered. I hadn't been doing particularly great even before that, but it was like that whole hellish mess snapped some final thread in me and it was just a downward spiral after downward spiral for years after that. It took an additional ten years to get diagnosed and put on meds because everyone is just so stupid and when you are young, you don't know how to advocate for yourself, or even that you should be doing so.

And then there were these roommates.

There were three of them, all older than me, and we lived in this tiny twelve-square-metre room with three single beds (two of them had to share because one of them was a friend who was there "illegally" because she had lost her right to accommodation for repeating the year and didn't want to go back to her parent's home for the time being and I was too stupid to put my foot down, report her and tell her to fuck off). The two legal ones were sisters.

And let me tell you, I was so in AWE of them! All three were tall, beautiful, put together and confident! They were incredibly popular and had men crawling all over them. I felt pathetic in comparison. I wasn't jealous, not exactly, I just felt inadequate and held the two sisters on this incredibly high pedestal because they seemed so smart and gorgeous (not so much the friend, because even though she was beautiful too, she had this self-absorbed, self-centred, flighty, shallow character that I just couldn't respect). The sisters, however, were everything I wished I could be, especially the younger one.

That particular sister, let's call her M, was also studying architecture. She was in year four (compared to my miserable first year) and she was doing so well, her work was amazing. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was the epitome of elegance, intelligence and beauty in my eyes. She could do no wrong. Hero worship was in full swing, I couldn't imagine she could be any more perfect even if I tried.

And then a few months into our hellish living arrangement, I found out that she was fooling around with this worthless guy who was cheating on his long-term girlfriend with her. They had an on-again-off-again relationship. They had broken up before because he refused to leave the official girlfriend, but for whatever reason, she was in love with his mediocre ass and kept going back to him. I was shocked when the whole story came out. There she was, the most perfect girl I had ever known, letting this cheating loser string her along like that. It was gross.

Let me tell you, that pedestal I put her on came crumbling down so fast because even my infatuated, naive, sleep-deprived and chemically imbalanced brain knew this was very wrong (it took me several more years and another incident with a woman I was super close to and had adored for years to teach me not to mess with cheaters and the people they cheat with because they are always fundamentally deficient in some hidden (or not so hidden) ways and that whatever damage they have that lets them act in this way will eventually drag you down too, but I digress).

In my shock, I asked her, why? Of all people, why him? This girl was so gorgeous, she could have had any man on the planet. She said they were in love. And I asked her, if he loved her so much, why didn't he break up with his girlfriend (mind you, the girlfriend fully thought they were getting married sometime in the near future). It seemed so obvious to me, if he truly loved her, he should have ended his previous relationship and dated her openly.

AND SHE TOLD ME THIS EXACT SAME LINE. THIS COMPLETE BULLSHIT OF A MANIPULATIVE EXCUSE.

Apparently, the shitty cheater couldn't break up with the girlfriend because the girlfriend had sworn that if he broke up with her, she would never marry anyone else and stay single her whole entire life. And he, the poor baby, couldn't live with that, so he couldn't leave her 🤯🤯

I had never heard something more ridiculous in my life. It was so absurd, and it was so world-altering for me that this perfect girl, the girl I had thought was so put together and so incredibly smart, was TAKING THIS UTTER STUPIDITY SERIOUSLY. I still remember it so clearly, even after all these years. It didn't make sense then and it still doesn't make sense now. It's the XXI century!! Break up with the woman you don't love!! What the hell is this nonsense?? WHO THE FUCK CARES IF SHE DECIDES TO NEVER MARRY ANYONE ELSE? IT IS NO LONGER YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM!!

Also, all these people were in their early fucking twenties, the absolute delusion that any of her threats (if they were even real and not made up by the loser cheater because all cheaters ever do is lie) were in any way a real and enforceable thing that would come to pass. BUT EVEN IF SHE NEVER DID GET MARRIED? SO FUCKING WHAT? NOT YOUR CIRCUS, NOT YOUR MONKEYS.

And there she was, sneaking around with this garbage man because he gave her this nonsensical excuse. The stupidity is unending. I cannot. I could not and will never be able to can 🙄🙄

And back to the actual show now.

WHO THE FUCK CARES IF SHE NEVER MARRIES? WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT BLACKMAIL IS THAT? FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF AND THEN KEEP FUCKING OFF SOME MORE UNTIL YOU DROP INTO A DEEP BLACK HOLE AND KEEP DROPPING UNTIL YOU REACH THE EARTH'S CORE AND DISINTEGRATE IN THE LAVA.

Ugh.

***

WHO THE FUCK CAAAAAARES 🤬🤬

Also, let's not forget that these are the very people who wanted to murder Manniang and Gu Tingye's actual children with her. They are so concerned with the status of a lower-class servant sleeping with the Young Master and how she will raise her head in public and go on living. So, so, so concerned 🙄🙄

***

Minglan, please tell them to fuck all the way off.

I am beyond pissed.

***

OMFG.

I am beyond sick of these wretched bottom feeders and their "path of survival" 🤮

BITCH, DIE.

***

True! Let's all ask him!!

I am sure he will just love all this slander.

This whole thing is just beyond WTF.

***

What exactly were her parents supposed to teach her?

Just take in some random prostitute for her husband the day after she was married? What the actual fuck is wrong with this woman? Worms for brains, I swear. The audacity is astounding.

***

OH MY GOD, THEN GO DIE ALREADY

I am so tired 🙄

***

This dumb fucking bully.

The best thing that ever happened to women was emancipation and no longer having to live in their in-laws' homes.

***

LMAO, how many statuses do these mistresses that the wife is forced to support even have?

Fuck off with this bullshit.

***

MINGLAN, ARE YOU SERIOUS

***

LMAO, wait, what?

They accused him of raping this woman?

Speechless.

Gu Tingye, please take your wife and fuck off from this place.

***

LMAO, Gu Tingye keeps making good life choices!

Gu Tingye is not among my favourite characters by a long stretch, but I do appreciate him so very much!

Go, king! Protect your wife and stay winning!!

***

Don't you just love it when utterly disgraceful people start blathering about not getting the respect they feel entitled to 🙄

Gross family.

[loserchildhotpants]

Hello, Everyone!

This announcement will be repeated many times, I’m gonna reblog it several times, so don’t worry too much yet, but with the recently troubling attitude of AO3 towards AI mining and scraping, I’m taking some measures to protect my fics.

Also, if you could reblog this so it gets more traction, that would be really helpful to me! So, please do, if you can! 

Item One:

I will be deleting ALL unfinished works on my loserchildhotpants AO3 account. This is besides the point of what’s going on with AO3 and AI mining right now, and has more to do with the fact that I get a lot of comments on unfinished works, guilt-tripping me, making me feel badly, and so I’m taking them down. No, I do not want to orphan them, they’re my works, I know there are other options, I am opting to take them down. So, if there are any unfinished works of mine you want, now is a good time to go download them.

I will be going through my loserchildhotpants AO3 account and deleting unfinished fics at the end of June. 

June 30th, I will begin deleting unfinished works.

Item Two:

If AO3 doesn’t make an announcement very soon about what protections will be given to writers on AO3 in regard to AI, or something very bad happens, like the board decides that AI mining is permissible, I will be taking all of my fics down on both my someonetoanyone account and loserchildhotpants account.

Just to be clear: if AO3 is not definitively safe from AI mining, I will be taking down all of my fics. 

If that time comes, I’ll make a different announcement like this one, but I think the message I’m trying to convey here is if there are ANY fics of mine you want to keep, now is the time to download them.

Right now, AO3 has not made a strong stance against AI mining, and has rather let the chairperson of their legal committee tout about how great AI mining would be on the site. There was even talk of mining fics for AI to then profit off of. 

I’m not feeling particularly heartened that AO3 hasn’t made a clear, definitive statement about where they stand with AI mining, how they will protect writers, how ToS may change, and I don’t like that there have been no allusions even to caring about the consent of writers in regard to AI mining.

Fic is different than fan art (for a lot of reasons that are still beyond me tbh), so writers can’t profit from fic - it’s despicable to think anyone would mine AO3 fics for writing and then sell it. There isn’t another place I know of that is safe from AI mining where I could host fic. So, I don’t actually have a plan in place for if AO3 decides to betray their user base. 

Which means, if there’s ANYTHING on my loserchildhotpants OR someonetoanyone account that you want to keep, NOW is the time to do that.

Again, unfinished fics on loserchildhotpants will be coming down at the end of June, regardless of the AO3 AI mining stuff, but things could get more dire if the AI mining issue isn’t resolved soon, so just download and back up anything you don’t wanna lose.

As always, my inbox is open to comments/questions/concerns.

I’m gonna tag fandoms I’ve written most for, so this hopefully gets to the people that need to know.

[strangerficsxx]

Chapter Four: The Body

wc: 3.4k when will's body is found, jennifer has a hard time getting through her day without the thought of her brother's wellbeing. however, jennifer gets distracted by a dream about someone close to her.

[a/n: all characters, plot, etc. are not mine. The only thing I own is my original character. credit to gif owner. at the end, there is a scene that involves sexual content, please skip that part if you begin to feel uncomfortable.]

{ late November 9, 1983 }

Jennifer rolled onto her back then on to her side, looking at her alarm clock.

3:45 AM the clock read.

Flopping onto her back, she thought she wouldn’t have to go to school that morning due to Will's deceased body. However, she needed to go anyway.

The images are trapped in her brain like a VHS tape on replay. Tears well up in her eyes as she stared at the ceiling above before she begins to sob silently.

It hurt because Will was just a child. A child who had his whole life ahead of him. And now, it was destroyed. After many attempts, Jennifer finally manages to get herself to fall asleep. 

Again, the time is now 6:01 AM. She will only get less than an hour of sleep since she needed to be up for school. Jennifer was only attending high school to distract herself from last night's events.

——

{ November 10, 1983 }

The next morning rolled around faster than she expected as Jennifer headed to school as usual, trying not to think about last night. She runs into Nancy and Steve, looking in Nancy’s direction to see that she wanted to announce something.

Jennifer began to sweat, worried she told Steve about her being jealous of them. Fortunately, she didn’t. Nancy wanted to talk about what she and Jennifer saw in his backyard. The three of them exit the building and go in large but private space.

When Nancy explained everything to Steve, he looked at them both confused out of his mind and probably thinking they were crazy. 

“So, wait a sec. I don’t understand. The two of you went back to my house?”

“To look for Barb,” Nancy says. 

“Yeah, okay, but why didn’t you just talk to me.”

“I don’t know, I… We were scared.” 

“You seriously think that you both saw a guy in a mask just hanging out in my yard?”

“I don’t think it was a mask,” Nancy adds. 

“But he had no face?” Steve asks, skeptical. 

“I swear, I saw nothing. I believed it was a dog, or a fox. It could’ve been a coyote.” Jennifer cut in.

“I don’t know, I just… I have a terrible feeling about this.”

Steve begins to relax, changing his stance where he leans against the brick wall behind him. Across from him, Jennifer is pretty much in the same position as him, but her hand holds the strap of her backpack. 

“Oh, this is bad. This is really bad.” 

“What?” 

“The cops…they’re gonna wanna talk to all of us now. Tommy, Carol, even you, Jennifer. Everybody who was at the party.”

“So?” Nancy asks, folding her arms against her chest. 

“My parents are gonna murder me!” 

“Steve, are you serious right now?" Jennifer asks as he looks over at her then back at Nancy.

His eyes were soft but annoyed. 

"Jennifer, Nancy. You both don't understand. My Dad's a grade-A asshole." 

"Barb is missing! And you're worried about your Dad?" Nancy questions. 

"Okay, just... when you talk to the cops, just... don't mention the beers. It's just gonna get the three of us in trouble and Barbara's got nothing to do with it okay." He says. 

Nancy scoffs. "I can't believe you right now. I can't believe you."

"Nancy. Nancy, wait!"

"Nancy!" Jennifer shouts, but it's no use. 

She turns her heel and walks away leaving Jennifer and Steve alone together, cutting the conversation between them short. She and Steve look at each other. 

“Will they question me?”

“Yes, but when or if they do just—” 

“Don’t mention the beers or Barbra, got it. You know, you’re an asshole, Steve Harrington.” 

He glared at Jennifer, then looking away and rolled his eyes. Jennifer sighed before turning away from him and walked back to the school, leaving him standing there on his own before following after her.

——

In class, the teacher reads aloud the story in his hands; Heart Of Darkness. Of course Jennifer wasn't paying attention since she is currently doodling on a piece of notebook paper, and Nancy is staring blankly out the window. Suddenly, a woman opens the door and peaks her head in as she calls out a name.

"Nancy Wheeler?" The woman calls. "If you'll come with me, please?"

Nancy rises and collects her things before walking out of the classroom with her things in hand. She follows the woman out of the class as Jennifer wants to know why she left suddenly.

She assumed it was the police who were ready to interrogate Nancy. To ask her questions about the night before. Jennifer wanted to know what Nancy will say about her, or if she’ll even mention her at all, in hopes that she won't say anything about Jennifer being involved or jealous of her and Steve dating.

The brunette began to get overwhelmed, her breathing hitched in the back of her throat. Raising her hand, the teacher looks over at her sighing in annoyance. 

"Yes, Ms. Henderson?" 

"I, uh, have to use the bathroom..." She lies. 

"It's not the time to use it. You can use the restroom after we're done with the chapter."

She then comes up with a perfect excuse. Period. Certain men get uncomfortable with the topic, so she decides to use it. Now or never. Jennifer is going to embarrass the hell out of her male teacher.

"I don't think you understand. Do you know how hard it is to come to school when you feel like there's barbed wire wrapped around your waist, and massive amounts of--"

"Just... just go. This is the only exception." 

"Thank you,"

Jennifer makes way towards the door and smiles at herself before walking out and towards the cafeteria, wondering where Nancy went. Upon hearing a conversation, she looks through the opened door and sees two officers sitting on one side of a table in the cafeteria as Nancy and her mother, Mrs. Wheeler, sit across from them. 

"This argument you and Barbra had? What exactly was it about?" 

"It wasn't really an argument. Barb just wanted to leave. I just… I was in a mood because of Jennifer." 

"Jennifer Henderson?"

Nancy nods, finishing her sentence. "Yeah, she was there too -- So, I... I told her to just go home."

"Then what?"

"Then I went upstairs to put on some dry clothes," 

"And the next day, you returned and saw a bear, you're thinking?"

"I don't know what it was, but... I think it may have taken Barb. You need to check behind Steve's house."

"We did. There's nothing there. There's no sign of a bear."

"And no car." 

"We figured that Barbra came back last night and she took off and went somewhere else. Has she ever talked to you about running off? Leaving town, maybe?" 

"No, Barb wouldn't do that, ever."

"She wasn't upset about the fact that you were spending time with this boy? Uh, Steve Harrington."

"What? No." She denies. 

"Maybe she was jealous because she saw you go up to Steve's room?" 

"It wasn't like that.” 

"Like what?" 

"Steve and me, we're just friends." 

That was a blatant lie that slipped between Nancy’s lips.

Jennifer continued listening, hearing the melancholy tone in Nancy's voice when talking about Steve Harrington. She could tell that Nancy was upset about Barb, but also not wanting her mom to find out what she and Steve did that night in his room.

Jennifer can't think about that at the moment as she hears footsteps approaching as she swiftly moves out of the way and into a nearby Girls restroom, hiding as she sees a blonde haired woman walk by. Turning away and leaning against the wall, Jennifer hears the footsteps recede as she steps out, wanting to listen in more but it seems that the cops are done talking to Nancy. Jennifer quickly makes it back to her class, walking in and taking a seat and act as if nothing had happened.

——

The officers called Jennifer back to discuss what happened as well. They basically asked her the same questions as Nancy. 

“When you were at Steve’s house, were you present when Nancy Wheeler and Barbra Holland had their argument?” 

“Yes, I was. I was standing by the staircase when it happened.” 

“And what were they arguing about?” 

“Well, Barbra wanted to leave and Nancy told her to just go home. After that, I saw her but the lights cut out and I fell. The next thing I knew, she was gone.” 

“The lights, did you trip on a chord?”

“N-no, no. I lost my footing and fell on a metal shard that was sticking up from the ground in Steve’s backyard. I got cut along the way.” 

“And can you show us that?”

“Yeah,” Jennifer says, rolling her sleeve up and showing the cops her bandaged up wound before peeling the large band aid partially off.

“Oh, yeah. That’s a slash alright.”

Jennifer pulls her arm back, rolling her sleeve down. She sat there, fumbling a loose end of her bandage

——

What felt like an eternity, Jennifer is done with the interrogation and for the day. She walks out of the building as she sees Steve is nowhere to be found.

Jennifer decided to walk toward Phoebe's car until she spots Nancy walking away from the building as Jennifer follows after her in her vehicle. She forgot that Phoebe slipped her the keys incase she needed to leave at any time and point, so she took the opportunity and got in the vehicle. She slowly drove up to her and stopped as Nancy stops too. Jennifer rolls her window down, looking her way.

"Hey, uh, Nancy?" 

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to see if you were okay, I noticed you left in a bad mood."

"Jennifer, why are you even bothering me right now? Shouldn't you be on your way home?” 

“Well, yes. But I wanted to see how you were doing after… talking about Barb. Also, if you want I could give you a ride, so you're not walking too far." 

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Okay, suit yourself."

Jennifer begins rolling up her window as Nancy halts. She taps the brakes lightly, stopping the car as well, unlocking the doors. Nancy opens the passenger side door and slides in. On the way, the ride was quiet until Nancy decided to break the silence.

"Can we stop by the funeral home?" 

"Yeah, why?"

"Jonathan should be there. Can you drop me off?" 

"Yeah, I can do that. What for?"

“Just to talk.” 

“Okay,” 

At the funeral home, Jennifer parks and she gets out along with Nancy as they both walk into the small building. 

"Why are you coming in with me?"

"I have to use the bathroom since I didn’t have time before school let out for the day. And, if you want to, I can leave you two alone so you both have more privacy.” 

“No, it’s okay."

As Jennifer steps towards the front desk, she looks around and tries to find someone who can direct her to the restroom. Finally, a woman walks out and Jennifer asks where the bathroom is. Getting an answer, she follows the woman's instructions and walk into the small bathroom.

The bathroom was dimly lit and the smell of room spray filled the inside. Jennifer walks in and closes the door behind her, locking it. After, she washes her hands and walks out of the bathroom and toward the entrance when she sees Jonathan and Nancy sitting side by side on an ottoman. 

"--It looks like it could be some kind of perspective distortion, but I wasn't using the wide angle. I don't know." 

Jennifer appears in front of them, confused about what's happening. They look at her as she saw the sadness in Jonathan's eyes. She moved closer and eyed the photo of Barb sitting on the diving board above Steve’s heated pool — in his hand.

Reminiscing the previous night, she remembered when she fell as Jennifer looks away for a few seconds before looking back at the photo. Something on the right of the frame catches her eyes as she stared at it.

A figure of some kind is seen. It was a very dark photo, but Jennifer knew there was something else in the picture that she nor Jonathan saw that night. She felt faint. Jennifer knew this wasn’t some kind of human. She felt it was something else, something more sinister.

"And you're sure you didn't see anyone else out there?"

"No. And she was there one second and then, um... gone. I figured she bolted." Jennifer says.

"The cops think that she ran away," Nancy adds.

Jennifer pretends to hear Nancy speak to him about her interrogation, acting as if it’s new to her. But she already knew what the worried brunette said because Jennifer was eavesdropping on the entire conversation between her and the officers. Jennifer comes back to reality and listened. 

"But they don't know Barb. And we went back to Steve's... and we thought we both saw something." She pauses. "Some weird man or, I don't know what it was."

Jonathan looks at her, expression staying the same as earlier. Nancy's utterance changes to where she's more sincere. 

"I'm sorry." She apologizes. "I... I shouldn't have come here today. I'm so sorry." 

Nancy rises and begins to walk away as Jennifer is already making her way toward the entrance of the funeral home. The lanky male stood abruptly and took a step.

"What'd he look like?" Jonathan suddenly questioned. 

Nancy stopped in her tracks before turning around. 

"What?"

"This man you saw in the woods. What'd he look like?"

Nancy fumbled over her words. "I don't know. It was almost like he.. He didn't have--"

"Didn't have a face?" He asks.

"How did you know that?" Jennifer asked, walking and standing beside Nancy as they look at each other. 

The three of them stand there, sharing nervous glances at one another.

——

Soon, Jennifer, Nancy and Jonathan make it to the school as they enter the photo room where the graphs are put through some kind of liquid to make them more vivid. Jonathan gets everything set up as she watched closely, Nancy perched her upper body weight on her arm and looked up at the male.

Jennifer stood opposite of Jonathan, waiting for something to happen. 

“And you’re…” 

“Brightening. Enlarging.” 

“Hmm.” 

“Did your mom say anything else?” 

He grunts as Nancy continued.

“Like, um, where it might have gone to, or…” 

“No, just that it came out of the wall.” 

The machine dings as Jonathan flips a switch or some sort then sighing soon after. He sets the paper in a tub of liquid as they all watch intently. 

“How long does this take?” Jennifer asked.

“Not long.” 

“Have you been doing this a while?” Nancy then asks. 

“What?” He questions. 

“Photography?” 

“Yeah. I guess I’d rather observe people than, you know…” 

“Talk to them.” Jennifer finishes as they exchanged eye contact with each other.

“I know. It’s weird.” 

“No!”

“N–no, it is. It’s just sometimes… people don’t really say what they’re really thinking. But you capture the right moment… it says more.” He smiles. 

Jennifer watches as they begin talking about the picture of Nancy. Soon the two females look down, a startling image captures their attention. 

“That’s it!” Nancy exclaimed, looking down at the photo. “That’s what we saw.” 

Jonathan gasps. 

“My mom… I thought she was crazy ‘cause she said… that’s not Will’s body. That he’s alive.” 

“And if he’s alive—” 

“Then Barbara is too,” Jennifer finished.

The three teens look at each other then back at the photo, finally finding a clue to this crazy mystery. To Jennifer, it felt like she were stuck in one of her little brother's sci-fi comic books.

However... This was real life.

——

Later that night, Jennifer sits on the couch in her living room and is currently watching the news as the anchors discuss Will Byers' death. Soon her mother changes the channel to watch something else as Jennifer rises and walks toward her bedroom.

She walks in and closes the door behind her, sliding out of her clothes and into pajamas before sliding into her bed. Thinking back at the photo she saw of the figure earlier, beginning to theorize who or what it could be. 

"What unidentified being are you?" She asks.  

Suddenly the thought of Steve taking her out enters Jennifer’s tired mind as she looks at the window. She sighed in annoyance, laying down before falling asleep.

——

Waking up, Jennifer hears the phone ring from the other room. She glanced at her alarm clock. It’s only 2:25 (AM) in the morning as she gets out of bed. Rushing out the door of her bedroom, Jennifer picks up the phone and says hello before hearing a voice on the other end. 

"Hey," Steve says. "You, uh, wanna meet somewhere private?"

"S-sure. Yeah, we can do that.." 

"Sneak out and meet me down the street at the entrance of your neighborhood."

"Okay." 

Hanging the phone up, she proceeds to go back to her room.

Jennifer throws her clothes off and sat them on her bed before changing into a more provocative ensemble. Brushing through her brown-black hair, she let it down before touching up her makeup. Jennifer opened the window and swung her leg out as it touched the ground below.

She then proceeded to carefully exit, brushing herself off before ushering away from her house. Jennifer walked down the lonely and desolate street. Eventually the female makes it to Steve's car as she slides in the passenger seat, out of breath.

"Hey." Jennifer says.

"Hi." 

Jennifer slides her seatbelt on as Steve takes off somewhere more private. She stared out the window the entire ride. Steve clears his throat as it breaks the silence between them. On the radio, The Police’s 'Every Breath You Take' plays. It calms her nerves.  

"So," He begins. "I didn't see you after school got out. Is everything okay? Especially between you and Nancy?"

"Yeah, actually." 

"Good. It's good seeing you getting along with her. Besides us… w-well,” He stutters.

“What happened between you and Nancy?” Jennifer asked as Steve stayed silent. 

He pulled over and killed the engine. Looking toward her, he sighs before speaking.  

"It didn’t work between me and Nancy because she knew that you had a thing for me. Is that true?” He asks.  

“I, uh, I don’t recall any of that. I don’t have feelings for you, or anyone.”

“Jen, come on. We’ve known each other since we were in middle school.” 

“I know, but I don’t want to ruin things between you and Nancy.” 

“You won’t.”

Becoming overwhelmed, Jennifer grabs a cigarette and lighter from the cup holder of Steve’s BMW and step out of the vehicle.

She sets the cigarette between her lips, lighting the bud. Jennifer closes the lighter and takes a drag. Steve stepped out and walked up to Jennifer. His finger rests under her chin, making her look him in the eyes. She tried looking away but it was no use.  

“What?” 

Steve doesn’t say anything as he movies his hand to cup Jennifer's face, leaning towards her. She pulls the cigarette out and toss it to the ground and rest her hands on his arms. Their faces are just inches away from one another. Jennifer leans in too, this time closing the gap between them.

Their lips meet and her eyes close. Jennifer feels like she's floating right now. Kissing him harder, Steve leads them both to his backseat where they peel each other's clothes off, leaving them both in their underwear.

Steve moves and slides Jennifer’s panties down to her ankles as he does the same with his boxers, positioning himself on top of her. With each thrust, Jennifer’s moaned with pleasure. She begins to move slightly to were she’s more comfortable until —

——

Jennifer landed on the hard floor, waking from her slumber. She looks around and saw herself on the floor of her bedroom. Jennifer swore before standing up. She looked at her clock, seeing that it’s only 4:45 AM.

“Shit. What’s wrong with me?” Jennifer asked herself. 

Jennifer just had a dream involving sexual innuendos with Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler's boyfriend.

To Jennifer, that made her freak out before getting up and sitting down on her bed. She tried everything to get that out of her mind as she begins crying. A part of Jennifer wanted it to be real then the other part of her wished it never happened. 

It did though, and she had to accept it and face reality.

Jealousy is a bitch.

[lintuwaterfall]

Spin To Win: Bring It Down

Katarina: "Garen, what's wrong? You seem worried, more than usual."

Garen: "It's my younger sister, Luxanna."

Katarina: "Oh? I think we have heard about her here in Noxus. Polite, soft spoken, gets along well enough with nobles and commonfolk alike. So…what's wrong? Oh, are there nobles giving her lecherous looks, perhaps?"

Garen: glares "If I catch wind of anyone laying a hand on her, they will face justice." sighs and hangs his head "But…there is potentially something I can not protect her from if my fears are correct. Katarina, Noxus knows well Demacia's stance on magic, correct?"

Katarina: nods "Very strict stuff. Given your nation's history it makes sense, but we of Noxus see Magic and the Arcane as tools and resources. And resources are meant to be used. What does this have…oh. You think-"

Garen: "That my dear sister is a Mage? Yes."

Katarina: "And if word got out, not even her status as a Crownguard would protect her. Heck, those that run your house might denounce her to try and scrub her from the family."

Garen: "Or worse…"

Katarina: "…I must ask though, Garen, why tell me this? This is very sensitive information and you…you just told an enemy."

Garen: sheepish "Is it wrong to put my trust in the woman I love?" sighs "I know it is a lot and unfair to bring up my troubles like this…but I needed to get this off my chest…and despite being from opposing sides you, dear Katarina, are ironically the only one in Runeterra I feel I can trust with this."

Katarina: "I could end this all, have you dead before you hit the floor and use this information to give Noxus the edge of your beloved Demacia."

Garen: "If my sister being a mage is what brings Demacia's mighty walls tumbling down…then maybe that is what it deserves."

Katarina: in shock "Garen…"

Garen: "I am to much of a coward to do anything myself to bring change…..and I don't think I could refuse an order from my liege if something happens….but…if I am the one to put my sister down on orders from King Jarvan….I don't think I could live with myself." he looks at her "If that happens….then please…bring Demacia down."

[strawberry-metal]

As the succubi readied herself for battle, Shanna lowers her gaze and notices something disturbing. There laid her victim. A recent one, and it may be all too late to save her now.

She looked absolutely awful, like the life had been drained out of her, and not just that, she was just... discarded onto the cold brick ground. Not like she was a finished meal, but like she was trash. Anger welled up inside the noble, how DARE she treat her this way!? The pink demon has her full attention on Kikumi, and flies towards her, letting out a dark chuckle.

"KIKUMI!!" Kazeko shouts out in worry.

"You shall be the first to die, elf! I'll rid the Earth of your disgusting stench forever! Prepare yourself!"

"The only stench that this world will be rid of, is your evil!" Kikumi attempts to summon her stand, and while she can sense her forming behind her, the summon is not fast enough. The elf begins to panic as the creature is right up in her face now.

Just then, a fairly big rock by the twins starts to glow green. A sign that Mother Earth is in use without being fully summoned at the moment. The rock levitates up to the one dressed as Red Riding Wolf and....

"HYAHH!!" She gets into stance, and punches the rock as hard as she can, bruising her knuckles as she does so, sending the rock flying towards the creature of the night.

"OUGH!!" Just in the nick of time, the rock slams into the cheek of the succubi, causing blood to spurt out of her mouth. The curly haired woman is temporarily winded and has to land, staggering away from the elf as she deals with a bad dizzy spell. "Ughhhh....."

Shanna then rushes over and delivers a particularly hard kick to the back of the woman, hard enough to bruise her back.

"Ugh!!" "Take this, monster! You stay the hell away from my friends!!" The enemy staggers once more. "You-!! How are all of you not enchanted by now...!?" "Simple, we had help from a lovely little witch. She did a resistant spell for us. Works particularly well against YOUR kind!"

The succubi growls in response and quickly gathers her bearings, having recovered faster than a human would. Yes, this human before her is strong... but she's too cocky! She readies her arms up and blocks another attack from the brunette, the punch failing to connect with her face.

She takes this chance and readies her claws, hovering above the ground. As the noble recoils, she slashes at her face, meaning to take out her eyeball, but she just barely misses it. "HAGH-!" "Damn. I won't miss next time."

Gritting her teeth, fresh blood running out of her open wound, she doesn't back down... and her temper flares just like it did all the time when she was still in highschool. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!! What have you done to my face!? Do you have ANY idea who I am!? What my JOB is!? I'LL TEAR OUT YOUR FUCKING EYEBALLS WITH JUST MY FINGERS!!"

"Shanna, no, calm down! Don't agro her anymore!" Rose shouts from behind, the succubi grinning as she readies her claws again for another strike.

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I'm not even gonna talk about how much trouble this comic set gave me.

Shanna and Rose models: Me

Kazuno and Kazeko models: KazekotheStrange

Kikumi model: Caffeinated-Chaos-Bean

Teto and Miku models: kitzabitza

Rock: AnimeOtaku1020

Halloween Stage: HanbitSoft and UnluckyCandyFox

Kick and block pose: AimeeSa

Flying pose and Kikumi's pose: Snorlaxn

Punch pose: MACHIHui

Blood: xxSoulsealerxx

Blood spurting out of Teto's mouth: Me

Glow over rock: Done in sai, thanks Alice

Effects:

Hypershader: Beamman

SvSSAO, Autoluminous4 and Objectluminous: Sovoro

IKclutadjustment: original by ikeno, edit by chestnutscoop (Used equalize and cool)

Manga lines: harigane

ikChromatic edit: Original by Ikeno, edit by Kitsune-Nightmare

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Say you love me (Neteyam X OC!Na’vi) Chapter 16

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Pairing (Neteyam X Original Metkayina Female Character)

Synopsis: follow Luaewe as her world literally gets turned upside down with new na’vi joining her village. Never having to face many obstacles besides finding her way back home. How will she be able to handle the constant jealousy she's faced with and an unwanted love triangle.

Disclaimer: All characters in this fic have been aged up for the convenience of storytelling and to match the aging system up with both Pandora and Earth

AGES

OC Luaewe-22 Neteyam-23 Kiri-23 Lo'ak-21 Ao'nung-23 Tsireya-21

WARNINGS- Talk of death

Ronal swatted my hand hissing at me as I reached for the spoon to stir the broth she was cooking up for the still-sleeping Neteyam. "Will you go to sleep already?! I’m right here no?" I nodded my head and sat down. "Then what are you still doing up? He will be right here when you wake up, so please for the love of Eywa go to sleep before I kick you out and send you home to sleep." My eyes widened, and I quickly laid down, making her let out a small laugh.

But she was right I was worried something would happen as I slept or she needed help….but I’m right here if she needs help I will head and she’s tsahik he's In good hands…..

I don’t know how long I slept, but I was awoken by people cursing outside the healing mauri. I groaned and sat up. I looked over and Neteyam wasn’t there. Where did he go?

It hasn’t even been a week, much less an entire day. He should not be moving around like that. I got up and walked outside, hoping to find him sitting down by the door just wanting fresh air, but instead, he was standing up with someone shouting at him ready to pounce. 

I noticed their leg moving back. I knew this stance they were going to make him fall. I quickly rushed over and stepped in the middle of them. "What is the problem here?" The person scoffed and attempted to move me aside but I swatted their hand away. "I asked you a question!"

"My issue is not with you it’s with him! They pointed their finger and furrowed their eyebrows. "So move out of my way before I have an issue with you." 

I tilted my head they must be on some type of mind-altering thing. This is the only possible explanation as to why they would be coming for a person who is VISIBLY INJURED.

"The issues you have with my mate, you have with me so you better start talking before I escalate this situation." I heard Neteyam wince behind me pulling my attention to him. He shook his head and held onto the marui.  I hissed at the guy and quietly hooked my arm around him. "Can you please go sit down?" I said In a worried tone, I began walking him back in only to be pushed by the deranged man. If I didn’t have a good footing Neteyam would have fallen, and I could have possibly injured him.

I clenched my jaw and helped him safely onto the floor. I marched back to the guy who was smirking and gave him a swift punch to his chest. He stumbled back clutching the pained area. "You must have something wrong with your head if you thought that was okay! Do you not see he’s injured, and you’re gonna yell at him like a crazy person and push me!?" 

The guy marched back and hissed at me. " I could give two shits if he’s injured his family is the reason why my mate is dead! "HE'S THE ONE WHO DESERVES TO DIE NOT HER!" He charged at me but I quickly dodged and tripped him in the process. 

"My mate isn’t the cause behind this! The sky people are the ones to blame, not him." He shook his head as he braved himself to stand up. No, he’s the one! His family came here and caused all this trouble bringing th-" 

 "That is enough." I heard Tonowari say as he came around the corner. "No I am not done!"

He tried to speak again but Tonowari furrowed his brows. " I SAID THAT IS ENOUGH NOW GO!" The man jumped from the boom of Tonowari’s voice and began to walk away with the most distraught confused face. 

Tonowari turned to me and placed his hand on my back. "Come let’s go in." I noticed Neteyam looking at me with worried eyes. Just as I was about to ask if he was okay, the sound of the thunder cracking interrupted me.

" Luaewe…." My head turned to Tonowari with a confused look on my face. "We found him…" The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I knew exactly who he was talking about. 

" he was being held captive on the ship and was badly tortured….it’s your go from here… given the circumstances." I wanted to crawl into a ball and get chucked off a rock, I wanted to go into the lagoon and scrub my skin raw from the memories that lingered. 

I felt a hand pull me closer causing me to jump. Neteyam wince…. " I’m sorry," I muttered realizing it was him. Even in his injured state, he was still reaching for me…to comfort me. I leaned into his hold and tucked my face into the crevice of his neck that wasn’t on the injured side….

" I’ll protect you." I felt his lips touch my cheek. A slight smile appeared on my face. "How will you protect me when you have that big wound in your chest." He attempted to chuckle. 

" don’t worry about that… if he lays a fin-he won’t even be able to do that because if he does I’ll kick his ass into the next couple of moon cycles." I let out a soft chuckle.

"What would I do without the mighty warrior by my side?" I whispered for only him to hear. I felt a smirk ease into his face letting me know he heard me. 

I pulled away slightly and looked back at Tonowari. " I will decide once I see him." He nodded his head and bid his farewell. After all the fight with the sky people happened not too long ago…..

I don’t even know how bad the damage is…how many lives were lost…how long it would take to repair what has been broken. My issue can wait. 

I turned back to Neteyam observing his bandage. "How are you feeling?" I walked over to the jug of water and poured him some out. " I’m fine." I  stopped immediately and turned around confused. 

"You’re fine?…… You got shot, almost died and you’re gonna tell me you're fine?"  He looked at me with guilty eyes and bit the inside of his cheek. "You don’t need to be strong right now ‘teyam" 

" I- it’s starting to hurt again…" I handed him the cup of water just as I turned back around to start looking for an easy pain relief remedy Ronal walked in. 

"Good you’re up!" Ronal said while holding a basket full of herbs and other things. " Luaewe ground these up and put some water on for some soup."  I nodded my head walking over to grab the basket. 

" he said his wound hurts?" I mentioned while starting the fire. " I see… let me see what I can do for that. Is anything else bothering you?" She said directing her question to Neteyam

"My family, are they okay?" Neteyam asked in a worried tone Ronal lightly chuckled. " I asked if anything else is bothering you and you ask about your family… your father trained you well  to go be the next olo'eyktan, but to answer your question they are fine." She cleared her throat "Everyone is just shaken up but you will be better soon in the next two days they should be able to visit."

He nodded his head. I watched the interaction between the two as I ground up the herbs.  " How is everyone out there?" He asked with a worried tone. She looked up with the various herbs in her hand. "Minor injuries nothing that I can’t fix… some have passed in the fight but no one is as bad as you if that’s what you’re asking." 

He let out a sigh of relief and I discreetly shook my head. It’s the older brother in him to worry about others while he’s injured. I tossed the crushed herbs in the pot and began working on the fish that needed to be chopped. "How does this need to be prepared?" I asked causing Ronal to turn to me.

"Remove the bones, save the head that will be used later for something else. Once the bones are removed, ground the fish up." She said clearly I nodded my head and reached for the knife. 

-

"Why don’t you step out for a bit….I’ll be here so he will be fine." Ronal said I bit my lip  and looked at Neteyam finishing off his bowl. " ok But if you need anything ju-"Before I could finish she shooed me away 

I held up my hands and dusted myself off as I rose from the floor " I’ll be back Teyam!" I walked over to him and placed a kiss on his forehead and walked outside. The rain had finally let up but it was still cloudy outside and everything continued as usual.

Despite the heavy rain we still worked. " umpf" I didn’t even notice anyone In front of me much less running to me. Their arms were still attached to my waist so it obviously not an adult. "Tuk?" I say looking up at the sky. 

"Is he ok? Is my brother okay?" It was Tuk alright. I recognize that frantic worried voice anywhere. I brushed my hands over her hair and let out a subtle sigh. " he’s doing alright tsahik is taking good care of him…… mind letting me get up though." She nodded her head against me and finally let go. 

She reached out her hand to help me up. How kind seeing as you tackled me with a hug. I let out a soft chuckle " I’m sorry" she muttered. I smiled and brushed the braids out of her face. "It’s ok I understand,  you are just worried." She grabbed hold of my hands and we started walking again. 

"Is it always this rainy during rainy season?" She asked looking up at me. 

" mhm this is only the start do you guys not get it this bad in the forest?" I heard the sound of her beads shaking signaling she shook her head. 

"It’s never this bad it can get chilly though…so if you visit you’ll need one of our shawls!" I smirked and looked down. "And how do you know I’ll get the chance to visit?"

She chuckled and looked up at me "You’re mated to my brother Grandmother will want to meet you silly! And I’m sure she can’t come here." I tilted my head playfully. "And why not?" 

" she’s tsahik! I thought you knew this!" I could sense the teasing playfulness in her voice. "She can’t just get up and leave….now that I think about  I've never seen her fly before….I have to ask my mom!" Before I could even say anything she ran away towards the mauri I shook my head following behind her.

I parted the beaded entryway and walked In to find Tuk latched to her mother's leg as she stood reaching for something. I chuckled causing Neytiri to turn around. 

My fingers touched my forehead greeting her and she returned the gesture. 

"How is my son?" She asked in a worried tone. " he’s eating some soup right now to help with the healing process." 

She nodded her head. "Good good he's eating I was worried he would be in too much pain to eat."I smiled and sat down at the table. " he’s probably on his second bowl now!" She chuckled "How are you doing?" I asked she flashed me a slight smile and looked down at Tuk. 

"Sweetie can you go play with Kiri I think she’s making a necklace right now why don’t you join her." She didn’t need to ask her twice, Tuk jumped up and walked outside to where Kiri was. 

" I am okay….a lot of guilt runs through me…we can here for Uturu only for the war to follow just like Ronal said it would. The last thing I wanted was for more Na’vi to die. Several of my children could have died and almost died, but that doesn’t compare to those who have lost their children. And Jake…he’s happy it’s over but I see it in his eyes that he holds more guilt than I do but he won’t speak on it."

I nodded my head " I know you never meant for any of this to happen and it’s not your family's fault it’s those sky peoples' fault! They are the ones who started all of this. And I understand the guilt you feel but it’s truthfully not your fault." I reached over and squeezed her hand and she smiled at me letting a tear fall down her face. she quickly wiped it and shook her head. 

" I’m sorry you have to see me like this- I’m a mess." She chuckled and I shook my head walking over and embracing her in a hug. "Your emotions are valid… I mean I was a mess when I found out my sister had passed… a lot has happened so it’s only right for you to react that way." 

I felt her smile against me as her tears flowed out more. 

I was there for a while comforting Neytiri then I eventually helped with dinner and chatted with the rest of the family briefly before going back to Neteyam It was longer than I wanted to stay out, but just like Netetyam needed me his family… my family needed me as well 

I walked back to the Ronal marui and immediately tensed when I heard several loud grunts coming from outside. I walked in To find Neteyam lying down and Ronal now fully bandaging his arm and applying sticks that were used for several injuries 

"What’s going on Is he ok!?"   She looked over to me and gestured with her head for me to come In. " he is fine now… the pain should fade but I figured out why he continued to hurt despite the medicine I gave him. … his arm was broken." I looked over at Neteyam feeling his eyes on me. He reached for me with his healthy arm and I placed my hand in his.

"You should have told me why didn’t you tell me." He chuckled lightly. "No wonder you couldn't move that arm!" 

" I thought the pain was normal." I shook my head and rubbed the back of his hand

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[mystoriesmylives]

Debased

AN: Again a wonderful commission from @kimageddon and once again, i have to write a fic of it. Thank you so much hun!

Onora was walking around the hotel roof, deep in thought.

She had another lovely rendezvous with Maul, but this time they met inside a casino that was also a hotel. She met him with a skin tight black dress and stilettos, something she felt powerful wearing.

When she sauntered to him, she acted like she met him for the first time. Maul caught on quick and played along. They spent the night shamelessly flirting with each other, Onora even sitting on his lap as he squeezed her thigh. It was a fun game.

Then one of the people he was talking to suddenly spoke to her when Maul was out of view.

“you should be careful with that one, hes very dangerous.”

Onora smiled awkwardly and then nodded,a little weirded out by the warning.

It then happened five more times, so she got a little annoyed and went to her room.

She changed to casual clothes and decided to take a bit of fresh air on the hotels roof. She was walking admiring the garden when she felt a presence behind her. She quickly turned around in a fighting stance, seeing a smug maul looking at her. Her lover was sitting on the ledge, watching her.

“Your instincts are as quick as ever, dear heart.” he said, as he leaned against the wall, “What ails your troubled mind?”

“Eh, just a lot of guests were warning me about you.” she said with a shrug. “I got five in total.”

Maul chuckled.

“They are wise to do so. My reputation precede me.”

Onora rolled her eyes at that statement.

“I don't need protection maul. I knew what I was getting my into when I started being with you.”

“Oh really?” he said in a interested tone “Do tell.”

Onora sighed,wondering just how to put this into words.

“You are cruel.” she said, “You are also selfish. You have a lot of passion and desires. You will stop at nothing to get what you want.”

Maul blinked and smirked at her explanation, but then he noticed how uncomfortable she looked.

“Are you worried that Iwill be cruel to you, Onora?”

“Will you?” she asked, her feet shuffling. Maul pondered the question and beckoned her to come closer. She obeyed and he stroke his fingers down her cheek.

“I could be.”

Onora blinked in surprise.

“Like you said, i am a selfish and demanding man. I crush my enemies to get to my goal.” he explained “But dear heart, do you not know me?”

He tips her chin up, his smouldering gold eyes meeting her dual-colored ones.

“For you, I will conquer worlds. I will bathes you in their riches. When you are ill, i will tend to you. When you are hurt, i will throw you dead enemies at your feet. For you kisses and your love, i will be weak and worship you.”

he traced his thumb over her bottom lip.

“For you Onora, my beloved goddess, I will be debased.”

Onora stared at Maul, a blush creeping on her face as she let out a shaky breath.

“Feck.”

Maul grinned and laid a scorching kiss on her lips Onora responded with a moan, snaking an arm around his waist to pull him closer.

Not a bad way to end a good night.

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