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riverlikethelake · 2 years ago

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A Long Way Home pt.3

Aonung x Omatikayan!Fem!Reader

Summary – You and Ao'nung fail miserably at trying to stay away from each other, unfortunately, that means your parents are quick to notice...

Contains: complex parental relationships, heavy development on platonic/family relationships, fluff, angst, Avatar TWOW spoilers (i feel like thats obvious but wtv)

Word count: 5.8k (I'm a few days late so i panicked a wrote a lot...)

pt.1 pt.2 ... pt.4 pt.5

Will probably do one or two more parts :))

(the song will come in later :) )

You opted out of lessons for the day, honestly you haven’t needed them for a while, you just liked being with the group, but now you and Ao’nung have a facade to keep up. You sat in the Marui weaving the necklace, even though you were frustrated with Neteyam right now, you still wanted to make this.

You’re sure that these projects shouldn’t take this long, but it was your first one, so you gave yourself some grace.

"So this is where you’ve been hiding out all day?” You look up to see Lo’ak standing at the entrance. You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, unliked someone, I can afford to miss a few lessons” you teased.

He threw his side bag at you, causing you to laugh, before he sat down across from you. “Ao’nung looked like a lost puppy without you around” he quipped; you resisted the urge to smile. “And you’re over here pouting like a child.” you rolled your eyes again

“I am not pouting, I am wishing that you would leave me be.” You kicked at him and he put his hands in the air.

“All right all right, I won't bother you anymore.” He laughed, dodging your kicks, but you landed one on his chest which pushed him on his back. “You are the meanest sister Y/n” he grumbled as you laughed.

It was hard to ignore Ao’nung, he was always around, and he did kind of look like a lost puppy... usually you would banter or explore the reef together, but now he stuck with Rotxo and you with Neteyam and Kiri. Stealing glances at each other and finding flowers in ‘out of the ordinary’ places became a routine, as did meeting at the edge of the reef every night.

You’re sure that your family is growing suspicious of your nightly disappearances by now, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Lying on the rocks stargazing with Ao’nung quickly became what you looked forward to everyday. You talked about anything and everything, life in the forest, growing up in the reef, family. Whatever you could talk about, you would.

“Our parents talked to each other about us.” Ao’nung stated, you sat up and looked at him, confusion splayed across your face. “Apparently, we are a ‘bad influence’ on each other...” he smirked

Ao’nung stayed lying on his back. You furrowed your brows, “But we haven’t even spoken to each other for days, at least in front of others”

“Your parents say I've caused you to be too moody” He laughed, you rolled your eyes and smacked his chest.

“Well, what about you lover boy? What bad influence have I had on you?” you teased, getting close to his face.

Hs smile dropped and he looked away awkwardly, before you could question it you noticed a dark spot on his cheek. With how dark it was, you hadn't noticed until you were this close. You grabbed his face and turned it to get a better look, he protested but you had already seen it.

“Ao’nung is this a bruise?” You questioned urgently, you looked him in the eyes, but he kept them averted. You frowned “Ao’nung...” you pleaded.

He sat up and rubbed the back of his neck, “I uh...” you nodded for him to continue. “Mom and dad say that you’ve caused me to get into too many fights...”

This was the first you were hearing of this... “What are you talking about?” you moved closer, placing a hand on his bruised cheek “Does this have to do with my brothers?” you asked, ready to chew out the sully that couldn’t butt out of your business.

“No no it’s not them” he sighed, pausing for a moment. “There were some guys talking about you and Kiri and... well they weren’t being respectful” you didn’t want to know what he meant by that. “I don’t know, I tried to ignore it, but they started asking me questions about you and-” he gestured to his face.

You frowned and cupped his face in your hands, “Atleast they look worse” he added, amused. You rolled your eyes.

“You do not have to defend me, we’re supposed to be mad at each other remember?” You sat back and he leaned forward.

“I know but I couldn’t just let them talk like that about you and your sister...” he was only inches away from your face, you smiled. He went from being what you needed to be defended from from, to being the defender.

If you had told yourself a year ago that you’d be sneaking around and lying to your family for some boy who almost got your brother killed, she’d be feeding your head to your mothers ikran…

“Well please be careful next time” you placed a kiss on the bruise “now it's not just my brother against us...”

He smiled and grabbed your wrists, pulling you forward as he laid back down. You landed on his chest, a chuckle escaping your throat before you nestled into his side, arm wrapped around you. You could hear his heart beating, this was the closest you had ever been, you swore you could have fallen asleep like this.

You didn’t talk about Spider much, aside from conversations with Kiri and Jake comforting you, it was a touchy subject. Neytiri always tried to hide her scowl when he came up in conversation, Neteyam and Lo’ak didn’t have much to say other than they missed him. It was like he was supposed to be forgotten.

You knew he wasn’t technically a part of the family, he was raised by the lab guys, but so were you. The more you thought about it, the more it bothered you. Spider was your brother, and they just kind of brushed off your worry about him.

“He is human. He will be fine” Neytiri would always say. Neteyam and Lo’ak repeating the same sentiment, just more sympathetic and reassuring.

What If I was the one that got caught?

You wanted to ask them, but you were scared, of their reaction, their answer... so you didn’t.

But you wondered, and the more you did, the more you came to the conclusion that they probably wouldn’t have done much to get you back. You know that you're not the same as Spider, but how would Jake and Neytiri view it?

It was useless thinking about it, harmful even, you knew that, but you couldn’t help it. So you found yourself spending more time with Kiri, she was the only one who could understand the heartbreak you harbored over your brother's capture.

Out in broad daylight it was hard to have a private conversation in such a bustling village, so Kiri called for her ikran and held out her hand for you to mount after her. You raised a brow questioningly but took her hand before she had to explain.

Before you knew it, you were flying above the village, circling as you closed your eyes and breathed in the air. It had been so long since you’d flown, spending most of your time swimming or in the Marui. Kiri did a few more laps before landing atop the mountains on the island, the view of the trees was somewhat nostalgic...

“I thought you’d like it up here” She commented, placing her hand on your shoulder as you both sat on the edge, legs dangling far above ground.

“I don’t know why I never thought of this” you breathed, your shoulders relaxing, you didn't even know you were tense.

“Well, you were a little distracted” she bumped her shoulder against yours, you swatted her away, blushing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you denied, and she laughed

“I am not dumb sister. Our brothers may not notice the looks he gives you but sooner or later they will” she smirks, leaning in closer. You look away and continue to deny her accusations, it grows quiet for a second and your mind drifts back to spider, Kiri notices your change in demeanor.

“Y/n you know I was just teasing you right?” she offers, placing her hand on your shoulder. you shake your head “No I know Kiri, I just...” placing your hand over hers “I miss my brother...” you whisper.

She breathes out and scoots closer, you lay your head on her shoulder and she moves both your hands to the ground, still holding onto each other. “I know, I do too.” Is all she says, she doesn’t try to overcompensate or comfort you about how he’ll be fine, she just understands.

That’s what you always liked about Kiri, even when you were upset over something stupid or didn’t even understand your own feelings, she listened and understood. You were both adopted by the Sullys with scientist mothers loyal to the Na’vi, granted, Kiri was adopted from birth and had her mothers recording to connect with, but the fact still remains that theres more than just being ‘family’ connecting you.

“I remember when we were little and he’d always try and carry you around” She started, “Norm and Max didn’t trust him, but you begged and begged to go outside, they could never say no to you.” you giggled at the memory.

“Of course, Neteyam and Lo’ak would start arguing about how they’d be better fit to carry you” she drawled, you could practically hear how she rolled her eyes.

“And I'd get so sick of it that I'd just end up running off or getting carried by you.” you added.

“Lo’ak would complain that you were slowing us down but back home he’d whine to mom about not being the one to look after you” she giggled

“I still don’t get why it was such a big deal” You mumbled

“You were curious about the world, you took it all in like you were one with it” Kiri explained “Max was so protective though, you barely got any time out, so when you did, we didn’t want anything happening that could confine you back to the lab” she played with the ends of your hair as she spoke. “And none of us trusted the others to not mess it up.”

You thought for a moment before sitting up and laughing “So all of that was just a way to one up each other?” you threw your head back “No wonder you guys kept it going when I became Na’vi”

She laughs with you, “Your brothers are all stupid” she states, playfully punching your shoulder “And old habits die hard, I don’t think Neteyam ever gave up”

You smiled “Teyam is...” you thought for a moment “my twin. I might just have to get used to it” you shrugged, a grin spreading across both your faces.

“Well, if you ever need a moment to not be used to it” She leaned in “I think I'm the only one who knows about this place” she whispers playfully, like she’s telling you a secret in a crowd of people, before winking.

You lamely stuck out your tongue as she snickered. Before anything else could be said, the horn that signals the return of dinner hunters sounded, you looked at each other before getting up and mounting her Ikran.

You decided to sit with Lo’ak in one of the village dinner circles, you’re not sure why, but you were surprised to see Tsireya and Ao’nung among the group. You were almost directly across from Ao’nung, and it was hard to resist scooting closer to him.

“Can he stop ogling at you?” Lo’ak leans in to ask, you roll your eyes “Maybe when you stop ogling his sister”

He scrunches his nose “I’m just saying it's weird, you guys have been at each other's throats for days and now he can’t keep his eyes off of you?” He questions, raising his brows, his argument is reasonable, but you’d rather not encourage him. You just shrug and go back to tearing up your fish to eat.

“Hey maybe he’s into that” He adds, jabbing his elbow into your side.

You whip your head around to him, eyes widened, mouth agape, a sound of disbelief escaping your mouth. He only laughs and picks up a piece of your fish, placing it in your mouth and closing it with his hand.

You spit the food at him, and it was your turn to laugh as he frowned at you. Tsireya laughed at the interaction between you two and Lo’ak’s scowl fell into a bashful smile as they shared glances at eachother. You made eye contact with Rotxo and Ao’nung, you rolled your eyes as they smirked at Lo’ak’s awkward crush.

“Maybe I ought to tell her you’re into that huh?” you chuckled into his ear, bringing back his scowl, he flipped you off before swatting you away.

You spent dinner chatting away with the Metkayina your age, and Lo’ak reminding you multiple times to “eat or your food will get cold” or a finger in front of your lips that pointed down to your food as soon as you stopped talking.

Tsireya complimented you on your tweng, sparking a conversation on weaving and accessories. You shared stories of the different bracelets and additions to your necklace, how you helped Neytiri weave Tuk’s first clothes, and when she outgrew them Neytiri wove a piece of it into your necklace before it was repurposed.

She showed you the beads from her first underwater ceremony she performed under her mother, with this, others joined in. Rotxo telling the story of the bones on his necklace, Lo’ak showed off the teeth of his first kill in the forest, Tsireya listening intently. Ao’nung spoke of the beads on his armband and the giant tooth woven into his necklace. the one he took off and insisted you wear while together just the night before.

The conversation was lively and shifted from topic to topic, until some started to yawn and parents came to collect their children, until only a few of you were left. Rotxo and Ao’nung shoved at each other as Tsireya and Lo’ak were immersed in a conversation about the forest, others continued their conversations. You stared up to the sky before a smile fell on your lips and stood up.

You walked around the group, as you passed by Ao’nung you flicked his back with your tail. You kept walking but glanced back and made eye contact with him, you smiled and continued to the shoreline on the other side of the village. You sat in the sand drawing for a few minutes before you heard him coming.

“Took you long enough” you teased, standing up to be face to face with him.

“I didn’t want to be too obvious” He twirled the hair that framed your face with his finger. Grinning, you took a step back.

“I think it’s a little unfair” You drawled, taking slow steps backwards, “That i've learned to swim” with every step you took back, he took one forward. You stopped and you were face to face again “but you haven't learned to fly”

His face dropped; your grin only grew wider.

You resisted the urge to yell as you shot through the air, Ao’nung’s hands holding onto your hips tightly. It was dark but not so dark that you couldn’t see, you flew out past the village and reef. Tsyía cried out, it had probably been a while since she had stretched her wings like this. A smile etched onto your face as you soared through the air. Last time you were over the ocean you were filled with dread, now all you can feel exhilaration.

You couldn’t help the cheers and laughter that escaped you as you accelerated, the waves below you crashed into each other, the sound reminding you of thunder, spraying water on your skin. Slowly you ascend upwards, the ocean now far below you.

“How ya doing back there fishlips?” you smirked.

“I’ll be fine as long as we don't faAA-” you cut him when Tsyía jerked down suddenly, leveling just above the ocean and tilting to the side so the tip of her wing could glide against the water. You laughed as his grip tightened and he jumped closer to you. When he realized what you did, he smacked you on the side of the head.

You snickered “Don’t worry, I won't let you fall” you titled your head back to look at him, delighted look on your face. He still looked uneasy, but he nodded with a smile, he placed his hand on your thigh and wrapped his other arm completely around your waist.

Admittedly, the position was much more secure and comfortable, but you shifted, his skin on yours felt like fire compared to the cool air nipping at you.

You leaned forward more as Tsyía started to circle, not wanting to stray too far from the village. You let your body hang towards the sea as she started to tilt, the circles getting tighter, spurring on her speed. You laughed, thrill and adrenaline buzzing through your veins.

As Tsyía twisted to the point you were almost upside down, out of the corner of your eye you saw Ao’nung reach down and graze the surface of the water with his fingers. Thank Eywa you secured both of you to the saddle.

You noticed it was starting to get late, so you decided it was time to start heading back to the village, a shame since Ao’nung had just started to let loose. You evened out and made a steady pace back to the reef.

Your head fell back resting on Ao’nungs chest as you looked down at the ocean.

“It’s beautiful, isn't it?” You hummed, listening to his heart as it beat steadily.

“I can only wonder what the forest looks like” he pressed his lips to the side of your head. “You must show me one day” he whispered.

A smile grew on your face, you nodded, breathing in the air as it whipped against your face.

As you landed on a secluded part of the beach, you prepared to dismount but Ao’nung beat you to it. He stood to your side, wordlessly he held your hips in his hands and lifted you off and onto the ground, your hands landing on his shoulders for stability.

You pouted, insisting you could do it yourself but he simply laughed, leaning into whisper in your ear “I know.”

You weren't there when Kiri had her seizure, Neytiri and Ronal had taken through the island to collect difference herbs and plants, you ignored Ronal’s subtle remarks about you being too clumsy or ungraceful, it took another kind of patience to calm your mother so she wouldn’t attack the pregnant Tsahik.

You were sorting what you had collected when Neteyam and Rotxo came rushing into the Marui with Kiri in their arms, Jake not far behind them already making a call to the biolab. Before you could ask what happened, or even get a good look at your sister, you were ushered out of the Marui.

You stayed close to the entrance, peaking your ear in, you heard Neteyam explaining to Neytiri that she had a seizure under water.

That’s when you started to hyperventilate. Lo’ak noticed but Ao’nung was the first to act, pulling you into his arms and speaking to you softly, repeating instructions from your breathing lessons. His voice low and firm.

You weren’t calm at all, but you had your breathing under control now. Lo’ak placed a hand on your shoulder, telling you that the lab guys would be here soon, and Kiri would be fine.

It didn’t take long for Norm and Max to run their analysis, but Neytiri had grown impatient and brought Ronal to take over, trusting her position as Tsahik over any human technology. As they walked out of the Marui you perked up and ran over to them.

“Spell! Pa!” You called out to them. Growing up everyone called Max ‘Dr Patel’ and Norm ‘Spellman’, you of course being so young, couldn’t pronounce it and settled on just the ‘Spell’ and ‘Pa’ part. No one ever corrected you, so you never really grew out of it.

They turned around, their mood immediately changing once they saw you. Norm, being in his avatar, picked you up by the armpits and swung you around before placing you on the ground for a hug. “Birdie! How are ya kid?”

Just like how your brother was given his nickname because of how much he crawled around, you were called Birdie because of how you supposedly ‘squawked’ as a baby, you're just glad it didn’t stick like Spider’s did.

Max placed a hand on your arm before pulling you in for a hug, ironic how now you were the taller one.

“I’m good, just worried about Kiri” You pulled away they looked at you sympathetically. “Don’t worry kid, she’s gonna be fine”

You let them both place a kiss on your forehead before retreating to the Marui so they could talk with your dad. As you took your place next to Lo’ak, both he and Ao’nung were giving you amused looks.

“Birdie” They both questioned in unison, you rolled your eyes. “Something neither of you have the privilege of calling me” you state as you flick Lo’ak forehead.

Before either of them can say anything else, you hear Tuk exclaim that Kiri was awake. You peak inside to see your mother holding her hand, Tuk leaning over her, as she starts to cry.

It breaks your heart; you want nothing but to rush in and comfort her but you know she needs space, so you stay back. Lo’ak frowns the same as you rubs your shoulder saying he was right, that she is ok.

You lean back into Ao’nung’s chest as you gaze at your sister, he wraps his arms around you, placing his chin on your shoulder. You were to wrapped up in your sisters distress that you didn’t notice Ronal walking out of the Marui until she stopped in her place, glaring at your display.

“Son.” her voice is cold, Ao’nung jerks his head up, his ears immediately dropping. She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t even acknowledge you, she just coldly glared at Ao’nung before nodding for him to follow her.

Wordlessly he lets go of you, he gives you an apologetic look before following his mother.

You can tell your heart is only going to break even further...

“What did I tell you son?!” His mother barked, he held his head down, his fists clenching.

“You do not reprimand Tsireya for hanging out with Lo’ak!” He points out.

“Tsireya is not starting fights and slacking on her work because of him.” His mother hisses. She circles around him, picking up his hand to show him his bruised knuckles. “That girl is inept, her connection to Eywa scant.”

He frowns “You cannot know that mother-!” “Do not talk back boy.” She cuts him off.

He helplessly looks to his father who has been observing the whole time, he sighs and stands up. “Ronal, dear, you are being hard on the boy”

“I am talking sense into him. He has already made a fool of us; I will not let the son of the Olo’eyktan court a forest girl when our Tsakarem is already a fool for the forest boy.” she snarled. Ao’nung dug his nails into his palms.

“They have come here to learn our ways and become reef people” Tonowari calmly stated, Ronal narrowed her eyes.

“You let them into our clan and now you let our children mingle with them.” Her voice was steady. “If it weren’t for Tsireya, that girl would be considered an option for Tsahik?”

“Mother! It is not like that” Ao’nung defends

She turns her attention back to him, hissing “I have seen you two, do not think your midnight escaped have gone unnoticed.”

Shit.

Ao’nung looked down, embarrassment coursing through his body.

“I have stayed quiet but I will no longer. Stay away from her.” She hisses before turning and leaving the Marui.

Ao’nung stands there, words caught in his throat. Tonowari places a hand on his shoulder. “Listen to your mother, son.”

You tried to not cry when Ao’nung didn’t show up that night, you knew it was probably his mother, but you still couldn’t help the shame and betrayal that stung at your heart. You waited for hours, you twirled the last flower he gifted you between your finger, the petals falling off wilted.

When you showed up at the pod in the middle of the night, tears running down your face, arms wrapped around yourself, you were surprised to see Neteyam and Kiri up. They were whispering about something, probably her seizure, but as soon as they saw you, it was long forgotten.

They soothed you and help you close as you cried, they didn’t ask what happened, they could probably guess pretty easily, they just cradled you until you fell asleep in their arms. Your face buried against Neteyam’s chest; Kiri’s arms wrapped around your middle.

You felt guilty for interrupting their conversation but the next morning they insisted it wasn’t a problem, that they were glad you came to them. So you spent your entire morning huddled in the corner of the Marui with Kiri, neither of you having the energy to socialize.

Maybe you were being dramatic but you really didn’t want to face Ao’nung or Ronal.

You and Kiri had talked about her seizure, how he was sure it was because of the questions she asked her mother, but that was it. You fell into a comfortable silence until Tuk can barreling in.

“Kiri! Y/n! C’mon you have to come see!!” She squeals, jumping up and down in the entrance. When neither of you seemed receptive, she came in and started dragging the both of you. Kiri protested until She got a glimpse of what was happening in the reef.

“The Tulkun are here!!” Tuk yelled. You stared in awe at the giant creatures filling the reef. Kiri and Tuk both jumped into the water, ready to meet the Tulkun, but you simply walked to the edge of the dock gaping at the sight.

“Y/n” you heard him say your name, you looked down nervously to see Ao’nung on his ilu in the water under you. “I am sorry about last night but please” he reached his hand out to you “Come meet my spirit brother” The apology in his eyes is genuine, you could tell it had pained him how you were visibly hurt and on edge.

Hesitantly, you took his hand and he pulled you down, quickly grabbing a hold of you to place you on the back of his ilu. His hand braced your thigh as he sped off into the crowd of Tulkun. You watched in amazement, the creatures circling far below and bonding with the Metkayina.

A Tulkun jumped out of the water, twisting as it fell back in, the children watching laughing and trying to copy the movement.

“There he is!” He exclaimed “My spirit brother!” He quickened his pace until a Tulkun broke the surface, stopping you both.

“Omui!” Ao’nung grinned “How are you” he placed his hand next to the Tulkun’s front eye. Omui responded with a noise that you couldn’t understand and Ao’nung laughed. “I have been fine, mother and father think I have caused too much trouble though” He signed as he spoke.

The Tulkun made another noise before it’s eyes shifted to you, you tensed up.

Ao’nung patted your thigh, “I want to introduce you to Y/n, she is a girl I have met...” His shy grin explaining more than his words, you blushed equally as hard.

Another noise was made, and you leaned closer to Ao’nung. “I have no idea what he is saying” you admitted

He grins at Omui before looking back at you “He says you are beautiful, that I have fine taste” you feel as if a volcano erupted in your face, a hand coming up to hide your shy smile.

Nervously you signed back “Thank you, you are just as beautiful” He cried out again with what you can only guess was amusement.

You laughed as Omui and Ao’nung shared stories with each other, slowly you started to understand the Tulkun. Tsireya and Lo’ak swam by to greet Omui, briefly talking about you and Ao’nung right in front of you.

You reached over an smacked Lo’ak every time he or Tsireya made a comment about it, ignoring his complaints of getting punished for what Tsireya says.

The rest of the day was spent celebrating, telling stories, and dancing. The music was played from the beach, many Na’vi joining in with their instruments and singing. Many danced atop the Tulkun, there were obviously more experienced dancers, as the seemed to be the focus, but plenty simply danced with each other song to song.

Tsireya and Rotxo insisted on you and your siblings joining them in a group dance. You weren’t completely clueless, as many of the songs and dances had been performed at feasts and other small celebrations, but you and Lo’ak still stumbled and ran into each other continuously, bickering about who’s fault it was.

Often you and Neteyam took turns dancing with Tuk, she jumped around with no regard to the beat or rhythm, until Kiri swept her up in her arms once she was tired out. This left you and Neteyam together, he clearly found amusement in how uncoordinated you were, but he always caught you and was patient when helping you stay with the beat when you fumbled.

Neteyam laughed as he watched the the dismay on your face when Ao’nung and Rotxo pulled you all along in a dance the required hopping from Tulkun to Tulkun, and many seemingly advanced steps. You screeched as you fell an embarrassing amount of times, but Teyam always covered for you, ‘falling’ far less gracefully more than a few times or catching you.

You were dizzy and tired out by the time you made it back to Omui, falling into the water when Lo’ak and Rotxo made an abrupt stop. You groaned and stated you wouldn’t dance anymore, they picked at you for a bit but eventually dispersed, leaving only you and Ao’nung who sat on his ilu with you while you regained your energy.

As it got closer to night, more mellow, soothing songs were played. Ao’nung grinned and held out his hand as he stood on top of Omui, recognizing which song would come next.

“What if we are seen?” You whispered, hesitating to take his hand.

He glanced around before turning back to you, reaching his hand out further “Then we are seen.”

(Play the song now I think?)

And with that you placed your hand in his and he pulls you up, you glance around and realize you’re now farther to the back of the reef. He wraps his arm around your waist and holds your hand in his, slowly swaying you both to the music.

You kept glancing around as people started whistling to the song, instruments playing in the background, but your attention snapped to Ao’nung when he started softly singing the lyrics.

Wasn’t really thinking, wasn’t looking, wasn’t searching for an answer

You stared at him, he continued to grin as he swayed you to the music.

In the moonlight. When I saw your face...

You bit back a smile as he leaned in closer

Saw you looking at me, saw you peeking out from under moon beams

There were plenty of actual performers on the beach singing, but it felt like all you could hear was him. His eyes were completely fixated on you.

Through the palm trees, swaying in the breeze.

He dipped you, moving your hand to his chest as your head fell back, a laugh escaping your lips.

I know I'm feeling so much more than ever before

You held your head up but he kept you in the dipped position, his face now only inches away from yours.

And so I'm giving more to you than I thought I could do~

He pulled you so you were now standing up, he stepped back, now engulfing both your hands in his.

Don’t know how it happened don’t know why but you don’t really need a reason

He leaned closer, he brought one of your hands up to his lips and pressed a kiss to it, a grin spreading across his face. You giggle shyly, not wanting to look away.

When the stars shine

His fingers now intertwined with yours, your arms extended outwards in a slow fall to your sides,

Made to love each other, made to be together for a lifetime

He twirled you, not letting go of each other of your hands, so you were now locked in an embrace with his holding you from the back.

In the sunshine

His breath tickled your ear, causing you to giggle

Flying in the sky

He held you tighter and shook you gently, you laughed, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder

I know I'm feeling so much more than ever before

He slowly released you; he planted a hand on your waist as you turned around to face him again

And so I'm giving more to you than I thought I could do

He closed his eyes, getting into the song, leaning in closer.

He wrapped his arm around your waist again, taking your hand in his, swaying to the music. You stared at each other. His forehead rested against yours, as he twirled you, he placed a chaste kiss on it. You giggled as he continued to sway with you.

Now I know love Is real

You tilted you head so that your foreheads no longer touched, instead your noses did

You had heard this song once before; you could only remember the last few lines, so you softly sang back to him.

So when sky high as the angels try, leaving you and I,

Your lips were only inches apart as you whispered the last words to each other

Fly love...

You stared at each other for a few moments before Omui sprayed water out of his blow hole, interrupting the moment.

“Omui! Gross!” Ao’nung yelled, but you could only laugh, he turned to look at you, his frown softening as he watched you.

You swam back to the docks on his ilu when it got dark, your cheek pressed against his back, arms wrapped around his waist, his hand over yours. You could faintly hear his heartbeat, strong and steady.

“Ao’nung.” You jumped at the cold voice. You peaked from behind his shoulder to see both your parents standing on the dock, your parents looking at you disappointed, Ronal and Tonowari angry.

“Both of you.” The Tsahik pointed in the direction of her Marui “Now.”

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ghostie-in-wonderland · 4 months ago

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Obey Me Characters with a MC that cares very little about stuff

crack; spoilers for Lesson 16

Lucifer

Frustrates him at first, every threat seemed to not matter

Becomes concerned after a bit, seeing that anything and everything, including death, could happen to MC and they just don’t seem to care

Tries to understand it, but ultimately fails every time as MC doesn’t care if he’s disappointed in their grades, actions, or whatever

Bruises his (massive) ego because of their lack of care towards his opinion

Mammon

So confused, MC never cares when he does a little scam on them, or leaves them to deal with his messes

Worries that something is definitely wrong with MC and probably sits them down

When they explain that it’s just hard for them to care because they’d rather just keep chugging along than focus on issues around them

When MC does react to something, it’s usually very important to him and causes him to reflect on what happened

Levi

Jealous at first, he cares so much about what others think and MC just doesn’t

At first he thinks it’s pride and that MC is just very prideful and egotistical

When he learns that’s not the case, he gets concerned it might be depression, because how is it possible that MC doesn’t care that Belphie killed them

Eventually comes to terms with it and enjoys spending time with MC because MC doesn’t judge him whatsoever and would honestly join him in the things he likes doing. Like wants to watch the weirdest shows? MC’s down. Want to stay up for 72 hours? MC’s down. MC is cool with doing whatever.

Satan

Confused af

MC doesn’t get angry like ever, and that confused him. There’s no anger, no frustration, nothing. How is that possible?

Probably secretly studies MC, but also not that good at hiding it and MC definitely knows and sort of just lets it slide

MC is definitely a cat magnet, because they don’t like do anything to bother them. Satan probably tries to be around MC so that he, too, can be near the cats.

Asmo

It pisses him off so much

He tries so hard to make MC want him or envious of him and it doesn’t work

He clings to MC and MC just vibes, he gets snippy with the group, MC just shrugs it off and goes on their merry way. He says something rude or is mean to MC, they don’t react.

The lack of reaction on their part annoys him so much, because how do they do that?

Beel

Bro legit doesn’t notice until the brothers pointed it out, he just assumed MC didn’t show their emotions

When he knows, he becomes curious though. MC is laid-back, he takes their food, they shrug it off, maybe even gives it to him if they don’t feel like eating anymore. He eats all their food; they go and buy more. He still feels guilty for eating their stuff, but it’s nice not being yelled at for it, for once. It makes him wonder, what would cause MC to snap?

He will often find himself sitting with MC just vibing together, he might be eating while MC games, or reads, or draws, or whatever they want to do.

He does get worried when major things happen that should traumatize MC, however, is surprised how MC doesn’t seem to be that effected by it.

Belphie

He is very appreciative. It gives him a second chance at knowing MC than if they were to have avoided him after the whole murder thing. Although, he wishes they’d stop making the dark jokes about it, he knows they don’t mean it mean, but damn does it hurt him.

He finds it fascinating, how can a human, care so little when in literal hell?

When MC does things, he often worries, because MC doesn’t have necessarily the best ideas, because they don’t care to think about the consequences. If it’s a prank on Lucifer though, that’s a different story.

He finds MC funny, when they’re not making jokes about their death, because MC seems to annoy many demons and their lack of caring about those demons.

Diavolo

He loves it, because MC doesn’t care that he’s the future King of Hell.

He often enables MC in their ideas, because he finds it amusing to see what they want to do.

He will also join MC in their “expeditions” which creates more work for everyone else as they scramble to find the pair.

He is sort of jealous of MC, because they don’t care what others think and he has to care.

Barbatos

Dude needs a vacation except he has Diavolo and MC to stress about.

Definitely doesn’t like MC at first because they are somehow the bad influence towards Diavolo

Eventually comes to appreciate MC’s lack of care because they aren’t worried about doing things they deem necessary, although he still gets frustrated that they don’t go above and beyond often times.

Simeon

Wants to write a novel about them. They’re so interesting to him. They don’t care about practically anything and that’s so interesting to him. He wants to pick their brain.

He gets worried about it though, because honestly, it seems like MC has a death wish with their actions.

Solomon

He loves it.

It’s so utterly amusing to him because everyone else seems to be scrambling to understand them. He seems to understand them right away though, which surprises MC because for once, they don’t have to explain themselves.

He finds it refreshing, MC doesn’t treat him like a sketchy old man. MC also doesn’t try to do anything to impress him, which he also enjoys.

Stresses over MC a lot though, especially with making sure they stay alive. He doesn’t want MC to die because of their lack of caring. He goes all out to protect MC secretly, although MC is suspicious of it and just chooses not to say anything.

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artists-ally · 11 months ago

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HC of being mated to xaden and azriel!!!

{Azriel x Reader x Xaden Mates Headcanon}

Say less babe 😏 definitely a little NSFW, NO MORE IRON FLAME SPOILER!!!! JUST FOR YOU ANON!!!!

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I think there would be little to no privacy ever again

With two of the most powerful shadow wielders in the world? You can kiss any ounce of secrecy goodbye

They know everything about you

But you like it

They know exactly what you like, and what you don’t

Azriel is definitely more reserved, will opt to stay in on a night out

Xaden will let out that wild side of him only to get you to join in

But only occasionally, during Solstice or another holiday, will the two of them let go completely and rope you into it

When it comes to relationship things, it was a STRUGGLE to find a balance

Being mated to two very headstrong, stubborn, independent and dominant males was hard

They constantly fought for your attention (sometimes physically)

But that was also so hot????

Who wouldn’t want to have the two of them fighting for you?

Anyway

There has been more than one altercation involving who got who, how to share you and all that

They were NOT in agreement with before the bonds clicked into place

And when they did? The world almost collapsed

It was an absolute fury of bodies and tongues and teeth

It somehow all clicked together, like they had done it all their lives. Knowing exactly what to do with their hands, with the shadows

Though their abilities were slightly different, the feeling of them on your skin, on your wrists holding you down was more or less the same

It was hypnotizing

Addicting

If there was one thing they agreed on it was pleasing you

That they liked a little too much

They liked teasing you even more

Azriel was a patient bastard and could hold up a threat like his life depended on it

He would not forget all the times you were a brat. He knew how to punish you properly to get you to behave after

The problem was you just kept finding new ways to break the rules

Xaden like to punish you with pleasure until your body physically couldn’t take it anymore

Forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you could barely breathe

That was his way of punishing you

It had taken a while for the inner circle to warm up to the concept, the same with Xaden and his Wing back home in Basgiath

Everyone at Basgiath was far too afraid of Azriel to begin with to even think differently

But when it all fell into place it wasn’t weird at all

Everything was perfect: the constant spoiling, the constant reassurance that you were the most perfect mate for both of them

The aftercare and simple date nights were what you loved for. Seeing both of your warriors showering you with kisses and praises of how much they loved and appreciated you for all that you did, all the comfort, peace, and security you brought them

There was one thing for certain: you NEVER felt unsafe

Both of them constantly had tabs on you

It worried them sick when you once shut them out to focus on a task, whether that be for your education or simply reading a book

they tore through the house trying to find you

They had been so afraid something happened to you that they forced you to keep some of their shadows with you at all times

It was mildly annoying, but also incredibly endearing

It came in very hand when you needed to get out of a sticky situation

There had been an incident when a male approached you in the street

You tried to warn him to back off, but just kept advancing

Azriel came first

Then Xaden

And the male nearly shit himself

Both of them were a head taller than you, and a head taller than the male

Just their presence made the male run for the hills

You could feel the power radiating off them, feel it vibrating in the air

Both of them asked you numerous times if he had touched you (he hadn’t) and checked every inch of you for harm

And if you got a paper cut or bruise?

It only doubled

Being sick was such a luxury that sometimes you faked a cold just to have them take care of you ;)

At the end of they day, they just wanted you and only you to care for them

Azriel would gladly let you clean his wings

Xaden would gladly let you massage his shoulders and back, kissing every one of those scars marked into his skin

You were never cold when you went to bed

And you had never felt so loved and appreciated and cherished in your life

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eddies-whoreee · 2 years ago

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Innocent!shy!reader being not so innocent ever since Steve showed her a new side of sex.

At first you didn’t really have much knowledge of sex, you knew that’s how humans reproduced. You knew you had different anatomy than a male. Mostly biology related facts to sex. Not actually sex, you were virgin. Which is a surprise when your at the same status in school as Tina and Carol. You were more kept to yourself, you rarely came to parties, opting to stay in and study. Or read a book you got. You were a cheerleader, but that didn’t mean you had to do everything like them.

Then Steve, a total man whore, player. But he was a complete sweetheart under his ‘King Steve’ bullshit act. Just a sweet boy how wants to be showered with love and affection. Who also had a tendency to get rough during sex. Not just rough and fast pace thrusts that make you feel it for days to come. Or sucking hickeys on your body til you were sore. He likes to see the tears of pain and pleasure flow down his partners face, slap them around till their faces are red. Leaving bruises from how hard his strong hands grip you up. Tossing you around into new positions. Because you’re light as a feather to him.

So when you and Steve clash. It was an unexpected surprise. Everyone couldn’t believe it. Rumors spread like wildfire. “There’s no way he stays with her for more than 2 days” or “how long do you think he’ll stay before he realizes he’s not getting any pussy.”

Then you guys had sex for the first time ( on your birthday) and you’re first time ever. Which you told him, he was sweet, gentle, loving. He took his time made love to your body. He left wet kiss everywhere. Making out with everyone inch of you. His hands roaming all over your body. Pulling you closer, caressing your face. He didn’t hold back his whine and moans and neither did you. You couldn’t even if you wanted to, he was so good at what he did, pleasure racing through your veins. He came two times you came three times. You felt completely limp, your legs were shaky, mind all fuzzy. You heard Steve’s sweet voice cooing praises at you. While he cleaned you and the mess up. He got the shower ready and did everything for you. Washed your body, hair, dried you up, got you dressed and put in bed under the covers. As you two layed in bed with a movie playing in the background of you two. You both were in the brink of falling asleep. When Steve called your name. You looked up at him. “I love you” he speaks softly playing with your hair. You smile widely cheeks heating up. “I love you too” you peep before giving him a kiss goodnight. You two soon fall asleep, smiling like idiots.

4 months later

Steve had a high sex drive, he loved sex. It was something he’s always been good at so what’s not to love? Now that he had his two most favorite things sex and you. He was always fucking you. But your sex drive? Through the fucking roof. Every second you were on him, kissing and touching. Grinding and rubbing. He loved every second of it. He rarely ever turned you down unless, he thought you were too fucked out for your own good. Like you’d been going for 7 rounds, 7! You came at least 6 times, he came 5 or 6 maybe 10 who knows at the point. Steve would love nothing more than to keep pounding you into the mattress. But you were tired and crying. He knew you couldn’t take anymore dispute you pleas for more. “Baby, how about we cuddle and watch a movie. Then after the movie if you want more ill fuck you how ever much your little heart desires, m’kay?” He asks giving your nose a kiss. You huff nodding. He smiles, “okay just gonna rest a little then I’ll get up and clean this up” he says breathing heavily laying his head down on your bare stomach. Spoiler: you two ended up falling asleep like that.

Or you were always on your knees, wanting your mouth and throat stuffed. He was at his desk in his room. And he had his stupid glasses on. The ones that make your blood rush with arousal, the ones that make your panties instantly soaked. The one that make you get off the bed and snakier you way over to him you turned his chair, to the side to get better access. “Princess, what are yo- oh! Fuck, b-baby you gotta give a man a w-warning” he moans biting down on his knuckle. In a blink of an eye you were pulling down his sweats and boxers, dick in mouth.

You’d become a completely different person, you still as sweet as honey. Couldn’t hurt a fly, but when lust ran through your body. It’s all you thought about. When you lost your virginity it sparked something in you. The softest of Steve’s touch, made your skin burn with desire. The nights he’s at work not able to get to you. Are the worst, of course you have toys for this situation but there not the real thing, your fingers aren’t as big and long as Steve’s. But you and Steve wouldn’t want it any other way.

Steve was an open sex addict and he hooked you on his drug now…. Addicts Unite!

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klaustozier · 2 years ago

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bandages ; joel miller

SUMMARY: joel returns to jackson with some wounds after doing a patrol mission and you will help him change his bandages.

warnings: joel miller x fem!reader, alcohol, it's snowing because i think it's beautiful, joel has injuries *-* (so hot), you're younger than him, the story takes place between part 1 and 2 of the game, there are no spoilers , fingering, oral, some slaps on the face, mention of the joel's chest hair, cumming in mouth, big cock!joel, pet names (baby girl)

word count: 1.9k

english is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistakes.

enjoy!

"Here", you said, giving Joel a glass of whisky.

The man was sitting on the couch, a few buttons of his plaid shirt undone, his left hand and right arm bandaged because of some bruises he got while going on a patrol to prevent Infected from approaching the area.

You took care of him since Maria said she would take care of Tommy. Joel was not a difficult man to deal with and the affection he had for Ellie was adorable, who that day was at a friend's house, she was going to spend the night with them having a pajama party. They both thought it was good that she had a remotely normal adolescence considering all the shit that was happening.

"Thanks", he said, taking a sip of his whiskey as you began to undo the bandages on his hand to change them.

"You have to be careful when you go out on patrol", you commented, after cleaning the wound and starting to bandage it again.

"I'm sorry if my hard and extremely precious work isn't being done so well, young lady", he mocked, making you laugh, "I'm protecting you, you know?"

"I know", you got off the coffee table and sat next to him on the sofa, lifting his sleeve a little and started to remove the bandages on his arm, "But still, you're not that young anymore."

Joel looked at you in shock, "I can't believe it", and chuckled, "I'm at the top of my physical potential."

You laughed softly, "If you say so I believe it."

"You have no idea how much I run every day and even in the snow!", the brunette defended himself.

You finished putting the clean bandage on the older one's arm, "Fine, fine", you agreed, "if you say so, I believe it", he rolled his eyes and took another sip of his whiskey, "Open your shirt for me. "

"What?", Joel looked at you with a raised eyebrow, "Is that how it is nowadays? In my day it was customary to pay for at least one dinner."

"I gave you whiskey", you replied.

"That's mine! You're at my house!", he reminded you, making you laugh.

"Sorry", you smiled, "I owe you a bottle of whiskey, deal?"

"Hm", he grumbled, "I'm not that easy, I want a very fancy one."

"You will drink what they have, mister Miller", you informed, "Now, open your blouse, let me see your bruises."

"So demanding", he started undoing the buttons on his red and black shirt, "I like women like that."

You chuckled softly feeling your cheeks heating up gently, seeing his chest with slight bruises, after all he had only fallen while running away from the infected, but it was still good to check if they needed new bandages. His chest hair had some gray hair mixed with the darker ones and it was so pretty.

You took off the bandage that was over his ribs and cleaned the small wound. It was pretty purple from the blow, but it still had a cut and it wasn't good to let something like that get infected these days.

The two of you were silent while you finished putting the bandages on, he was drinking looking at you with a certain fascination.

"All set, Joel", you said, looking up at him and feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"Thank you", he smiled small, his hand going to a lock of your hair that was escaping from behind your ear, "You are a very beautiful woman."

"You can hit on me all you want, Mr. Miller, you'll only get one bottle of whiskey", you joked, wanting to relieve a little of your shame, but you couldn't, the intense way he looked at you, was making you so nervous.

"Shit, I thought I could get two bottles out of you", he teased, sliding his fingers down your cheek, "You think this strong chest doesn't deserve two bottles?"

You laughed, "I think your ego alone would drink both bottles."

"You need to respect me, I am older than you."

"I will not."

Joel laughed and leaned towards you, his fingers tangling in your hair, looking at your lips before kissing you. You sighed softly letting yourself be kissed, your tongue tangling with his, tasting the whiskey in his mouth.

You climbed onto his lap, sitting with your legs wrapped around his, feeling his strong hands move up your thighs and gently squeeze.

"Joel", you whispered as his hands moved up your body, tucking into your blouse.

The eldest smiled as he felt nothing but your skin, "Don't you get cold?"

"Stop talking shit", you mumbled making him laugh.

"Cute", Joel kissed you, squeezing your breasts, hearing you moan softly, rolling your hips against him, feeling his erection on your leg.

Joel took off the jacket you were wearing before pulling your shirt up revealing your breasts. The fire in the fireplace helped to warm the room, but it still made your skin crawl and your nipples get hard.

The gray haired man sighed deeply, squeezing your soft breasts, bringing them together, his tongue sliding from one nipple to the other, making you moan and grab his hair, stroking as he licked one after the other.

Your hips rocked against his, moaning softly as your nipples were pinched and licked.

"Fuck", Joel looked at you, holding your chin, "You're so hot", he whispered, sliding his fingers along your jaw.

"Please, Mr. Miller", you pleaded softly, offering your face to him.

"What do you want, baby girl?"

"Hit me, please", you rocked your hips once more, grinding against his erection.

Joel chuckled, "You still have the guts to pretend you're a saint."

You gasped heavily as he delivered the first slap, pulling your face to look at him by the chin for another slap, "Joel", you whispered.

You kissed him, holding his face gently, his beard rubbing against your face, it would make you all red, but you didn't care, even more so when one of his hands squeezed your breast and pinched your nipple and the other squeezed yours ass, forcing you against his erection, making you grind against him.

You sighed and knelt on the floor between his legs, opening his pants. Joel sighed when he felt your hand on his erection, taking it out of his underwear.

His big hands slid through your hair, moaning softly as your tongue moved up his thick cock, sucking the tip before swallowing as much of his cock as you could.

You held what didn't fit in your mouth with your hand and used it to assist your movements. The wet sounds of your gags and hand movements filled the room, mingling with his low, husky moans.

Saliva wet the older man's cock, his body was thrown against the couch, his right hand in your hair while his injured hand lay on the couch. His chest rose and fell, strong and beautiful, the black hair mixed with the gray. Your free hand would slide across his belly sometimes when you stopped massaging his balls.

You paused your movements and looked up at him, your jaw ached, saliva glistened on your red lips.

"Lie down on the couch, baby girl", Joel said.

"Yes, Mr. Miller."

"I'm going to get really used to you calling me that", he said, making you chuckle as you laid down on the sofa.

Joel took your pants off you along with your panties and sighed, opening your legs gently, settling on the sofa. He placed kisses down your thighs, his beard brushing against your delicate skin, making you whimper softly.

The older one smiled softly as he heard you moan as his tongue sank into your wet pussy and slid across the delicate area.

You moaned and grabbed his beautiful hair, your clit being sucked gently, his tongue licking it with gentle pressure.

Your moans grew louder as two of his fingers dug inside you, "What a cute little moan."

Your hand forced his head down to go back to previous work, "Shut up."

He laughed and slapped your thigh making you whine rolling your hips into his mouth. His beard rubbed against your delicate skin, an indescribable sensation on your so delicate skin, his fingers making incessant back-and-forth movements, leaving you in complete despair, your body arched on the sofa, your legs wrapping around his head, not to let him get away. Your moans got louder and louder, which made Joel stop and you groaned angrily.

"Calm down", he asked smiling, his body straddling yours, "I want you cumming on my cock, baby girl."

You grabbed his shoulders and whimpered softly as he sank his cock inside you, taking it slowly as you got used to the penetration. As he was fully inside of you, his hips began to move, your legs wrapping around his hips, making him go deeper.

Joel's movements were raw, strong, he went deep and hard. The two moaned together as they exchanged desperate kisses while his hips didn't stop. Your hands glided through his hair and beard, his mouth tasted like whiskey with your own pleasure.

Your hands slid over his face, the rough beard sliding through your fingers, your moans loud and desperate. His body moved on the sofa without any difficulty, his thrusts made the old furniture creak. From time to time, Joel would stop kissing you and turn his attention to your breasts, watching them move with his thrusts. Your fingernails slid across his chest, scratching the beautiful, scarred skin.

The sound of burning wood was delicate compared to the sounds of your moans and skin hitting skin. It wasn't long before you were cumming, his hand pressing your hips hard as his forehead was lying on yours, listening to you whimper softly, your breathing uneven as you enjoyed the pleasure you felt as he thrust harder and slower.

"You didn't cum", you said, pouting when Joel shook his head, "Want to cum in my mouth?"

Joel's jaw clenched and he nodded, "On your knees", he ordered.

Promptly, you complied, kneeling on the wooden floor, watching the man stand before you, his thick cock wrapped in his hand. Joel watched you for a moment and sighed as you stuck your tongue out and positioned your mouth under the tip of his cock, licking up the escaping precum.

His hand began to masturbate himself quickly, one of your hands helped massaging his balls, making the moans a little louder, they were so husky, they made you want to moan too. His chest rose and fell rapidly, breathing unevenly and with a more agonized groan, he came on your tongue, cum falling over your lips.

Joel smirked stroking your hair when you just waited, "Swallow it", he whispered, promptly, you closed your mouth and swallowed the cum on your tongue, the older's thumb collected cum that marked your lip and took to your mouth, his finger being sucked as you looked at him, beautiful eyes blinking, "Good girl", he whispered. The gray-haired man took a deep breath and pulled you by the arms, sitting on the sofa and placing you on his lap, giving you a peck, "Are you okay?", he asked.

"Yes", you replied, smiling.

"I think after that I really deserve the two bottles of whiskey."

You laughed, "Fuck you", you mumbled, making Joel chuckle before giving you another kiss.

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em1e · 1 year ago

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⠀ ⠀ ༝ when the sirens sound, you’ll hide under the floor.

⠀カクチョー // I KNOW THE END ⠀ ༝ ༝ bonten!kakucho ⠀ ༝ ༝ 1k words ⠀ ⚠︎ angst x3 manga spoilers, character death mention. ⠀— for now, he’ll remember all he has with you.

the cigarette sat loosely between the tips of your fingers, on the verge of going out despite you only lighting it minutes prior, despite you not taking a single drag from it.

your apartment was trashed, thanks to kakucho.

you can’t find it in yourself to care when he left just as quickly as he came - just as upset by whatever task mikey’s put on his shoulders as when he arrived. he knows tearing through your home would do little to ease his anger, knows putting that emotion towards taking you ravenously in your bedroom does nothing to sate it, but still he does and the evidence left littering your neck and collar, your thighs and hips, doesn’t bring you comfort like it once did when you were younger.

in the orphanage, where kakucho and izana only brought the feeling of safety and peace.

those feelings died with izana.

but there is still some amount of comfort in the way he holds you gently, after the rampage is over and he places apologetic kisses over the bruises on your thighs, over the marr of hickies on your collar.

you heave a sigh, putting out the cigarette before you’ve even given yourself the chance to take from it, flicking it out the open window and wrapping the blanket on your shoulders tighter around your form, standing to examine the damage.

knocked over picture frames, miscellaneous things tossed from your table to the ground to make space for you. not the worst done, but surely not the last time it’ll happen.

and he does come back that same night, a rarity for him.

the gentleness of his knock surprises you as you finish cleaning, pulling your door open to find him standing behind it with a busted lip, bruising knuckles, and a frown on his pretty face.

wordlessly, you step aside so he can enter the apartment, and he crumbles onto your couch, gesturing for you to follow when you’re still hovering by the door. you do, mindful of the way he pulls you into his lap and runs his hands over your thighs, over the bruises left uncovered by your pajama shorts, until his fingers dance under the cloth to rub at bruises that go deeper, become darker.

“better?” your voice is gentle, soft, as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and make yourself comfortable.

he nods, looking up at you, tilting his head as he takes you in.

“sorry for the mess earlier,” he starts, fingers stopping their dance at the apex of your thigh, “was just frustrated by mikey.” and every other fucked up thing in life, sits unsaid on his tongue. the feelings never die down, no matter how hard he tries to push it away, to screw it out of his system, to maim and break and take all he wants, it still remains.

you can only hum in acknowledgement, tips of your fingers dancing in his hair and he sighs at the contact, leaning into your touch as if he hasn’t felt it in years. weathered down by the world, with you being his final lifeline.

“i don’t like seein’ you like this, kaku,” your voice, just above a whisper, cuts into him like a knife, tearing its way through him and leaving him to clench his jaw, squeeze your flesh between his fingers in a familiar way, ”’ve watched you tear yourself apart, ya know that? watched you get taken from again and again and ‘m not even sure i recognize you anymore.” your voice remains even as you speak, not stopping yourself from brushing the knots from his hair, not pulling yourself from him despite the accusations you’re throwing at him, “like you’re a shell of yourself.”

“s’that so?” is all he can find in himself to ask, different words ready to leave his mouth but choosing better than to start the warfare you’re surely trying to ignite.

he knows life has been just as unfair to you. that you ended up in that same orphanage as he, that you also lost your best friend all those years ago, that you’ve been at his side as he tore cities apart under the command of someone you barely tolerate, these days.

it makes part of him ache, seeing the way you’re looking at him now. disapproving, lips set in a line despite the way your fingers still brush in his hair intimately.

he can’t keep you in this life of destruction, shouldn’t keep you here, it’s unfair and foolish to think you’d stay for much longer, but he can’t let you go.

because kakucho loves you, and you are his last lifeline. he doesn’t know what would happen to himself if you left. he sees so much of himself and izana in you, the reminder of childhood and simpler times, happier times, where death was a whisper you’d only fear about in the dark, where the fear would dissipate when the three of you were together.

the thought is enough to spur him forward, lips brushing your own softly and sighing when you return it after only a moment. the hesitation isn’t lost on him, but choosing to ignore it seemed to be the better of two evils, something he could bring himself to talk about at a later time, a different date, a different life.

maybe one day you won’t return it. maybe one day he’ll return to this apartment and everything of yours will be gone, and he will truly be as hollow as the rooms he’d be left in. for now, he’ll savor what he has, engrain the feel of your skin under his fingertips, memorize how gently you cup his face and pull yourself closer to him.

for now, he’ll remember all he has with you.

#salmon rowe #kakucho x reader #kakucho tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader #kakucho

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okkotsuus · 2 years ago

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the fall (hyoma c.) !

features: hyoma c.

contents: angst. chigiri backstory spoilers (not manga exclusive). h-hamilton reference (ITS JUST ONE PLEASE IM SORRY). fear of failure. betrayal. i decided to have mercy and leave it shallow so i can make a really long one some other time. 1k words

tagging: @17020 @tim-shii

chigiri was quite confident in himself. if he wanted something he’d fight tooth and nail, usually, not needing that much effort, to get it. but the key word in that statement is "was".

ever since he injured his leg, tearing his acl in the most critical moment, it all changed. that injury broke hyoma chigiri at the very core of his being. no longer did the world know his name, history no longer had its eyes on him.

chigiri was different now, he did everything with a hesitance. hesitance that he could end up getting hurt again. hesitance that the fact he can’t do what he used to would be shoved down his throat again. hesitance that he would fail again.

one thing that hyoma chigiri would be forced to learn the hard way was that the fall from grace is never pretty. it's an ugly, clawing, frenzied crawl that ends in betrayal from those who you expected to help you back up.

he experiences it first with his soccer team. they no longer look at him with such trust and respect. he doesn’t get passed to anymore. his legs are no longer able to send him steamrolling across the field; and it would seem that’s all they thought he was good for.

chigiri experiences it for the second time with himself. his body does not recover as fast as he hoped, and once it does his stamina is so shot that his legs become useless. but the biggest betrayal out of this one comes from his very own mind. that playmaking mind begins to plan on his downfall. chigiri no longer tries anything that he might fail at. to him, failure is worse than not trying at all. failure again would send him reeling back into that that he was in when the doctor told him he would never play soccer again if he injured his leg again.

that ego crush the second fall provided set the stage for all of his suffering. with the deepest shreds of the shell of the old chigiri, he clung to soccer. though, he went from a starting striker to a bench warmer. soccer was the one thing he had left. and the one person he had left was you. again, they key word in that sentence is "had".

hyoma chigiri is a ghost of the boy he once was. anyone could see it just by looking at him. his hair is slowly growing out of his control, his skin is pale and lifeless, but most apparent of all is his dead eyes. that sparkly gaze of his burned to ashes in that doctor’s office. hell, he could trace most of his problems back to that godforsaken office.

but you, sweet you. you never left his side. you became friends with the boy on his first day of high school, ever since he was stuck with you. at first, you were an annoyance, a pesky fly buzzing around his head. but now, you are quite literally all he has left at this school.

fate wasn’t kind to hyoma chigiri during this period of his life. but even fate wouldn’t take you from him too, right?

chigiri notices it first when he sees that pink note fall out of your shoe locker. at that point, a familiar set of dread began to form in his chest, seeping into his bones, contaminating his mind. he feels his world begin to shake around him. he didn’t believe life could be this cruel to him.

life doesn’t like being challenged.

chigiri sees those damned pink letters fall out of your shoe locker every single day after, each one that drops into your waiting hands drives a nail into the coffin of his heart.

but what kills his beaten and bruised heart is the pretty smile and sparkling eyes that display so tenderly across your face. first, he feels that fluttery feeling when he sees it, he was used to seeing you look at him like that. but then that bitter, creeping realization sets in, you weren’t looking at him. his eyes trail over your form to gaze at the opened letter between your fingers. a burning and twisting jealousy sets in, in the back of mind a melancholic realization begins to brew.

it’s not even a week later that life decides to test him again.

he’s waiting by your shoe locker to walk home with you, but you’ve been missing for the past five minutes. no cute little text to tell him where you are. that realization in the back of his psyche begins to grow, like a seed sowed in a self-pitying soil and watered with his tears. it grows, roots growing deep into his mind. finally; it bears a rotten and withered fruit, dangling precariously from it’s twisted branches.

that fruit is the sight of you laughing with someone else, walking towards the gate with them. he sees you slap their arm while you wholeheartedly and boisterously cackle at whatever unfunny joke they made. his fists clenched as he felt that familiar sting behind his eyes that’s been accompanied with a throbbing in his chest as of late.

the third and final time chigiri experiences the fall from grace is with you.

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#bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #chigiri #chigiri x reader #hyoma chigiri #hyoma chigiri x reader #blue lock chigiri #bllk chigiri #bllk x you #blue lock x you #chigiri x you #hyoma chigiri x you #chigiri hyoma #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri hyoma x you

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leia-leek · 2 years ago

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I’ve got a lot of thoughts about the state of minds of both the main leads in Love Like the Galaxy post the 5-years seperation. To avoid spoilers I’ve put them under the cut. ;)

HBY’s actions after the 5-year separation make a lot of sense to me based on his character in the drama (he is def different than the one in the novel). He is operating under 3 main issues.

He knows and understands CSS more now and doesn’t believe she will ever forgive him. Obviously, he wants to get back with her, has been since before he even left for those 5 years, but he also knows that it’s going to be nearly impossible for her to forgive him. He doesn’t expect it at all. You can see that when he tries to dismiss himself from CSS’s parents after the Empress’s death, but that scene also highlights the next issue, which is...

He is still pretty socially inept. It’s one of his flaws. While he does get better at it while dating CSS, it never really goes away. He has no idea what words to use or how to use them. This man doesn’t really have a filter, he usually says what he means and means what he says, but is smart enough to know when not to speak. His poetic, smooth flirts with CSS? Just him being honest and speaking from his heart. After the 5 years, when he doesn’t believe he can show his heart to her anymore, what can he say? He doesn’t believe he has the right to speak openly to her about his feelings. Mostly because...

He respects the hell out of CSS. One thing I love about HBY throughout the show is his respect for CSS. She tells him that she can’t trust him and give her heart to him anymore? Then he will bow out respectfully. He won’t pressure her. He may be devoted to her and will never love anyone else, but he won’t put his own feelings onto her. He did this when she was previously engaged so...

That’s why we don’t see him beg. We might want to see him beg after what he did, but that doesn’t seem to be his character in the drama. We want to see him fight hard for her, and be relentless like we know he can be, but he has had 5 years to think of everything he has done and he’s mellowed out a bit. And he treats his relationship with CSS like he treats his heart and his heart is pretty bruised after the 5 years, so he absolutely has to be careful with it. Thus he holds back, much to the dismay of the viewers, me included.

As for CSS? I’ve seen a lot of people upset at her ice queen act. I’ve watched LLTG about a billion times now and I think I understand why she seems that way. Namely? She is fighting depression and grief hard. She states that HBY is her true love and the show has kinda hammered it hard that CSS is the type to love deeply. She mirrors HBY to a ridiculous degree. Some of her main issues throughout the show have been:

Her abandonment issues.

Her low self-esteem/self-image.

Her anger issues.

Learning to love and learning to forgive (she learned to love pre the 5-years seperation).

Her anger issues have always been very subtle but there are signs here and there. “Venting her anger” has been quoted a few times in the show. It makes sense that she is angry and it ties heavily with her abandonment issues.

CSS states that she had to put down her anger issues during their seperation, so she no longer has that burning intensity that she used to have. It’s off-screen, which I think was a poor choice in storytelling but you can piece it together after a few re-watches (or if you’re really good at retaining info during your first watch). Like HBY, she has mellowed out or matured out of her anger, which means she doesn’t have that to fuel her. Her depression and sadness then take center stage. What about her other issues though?

When HBY abandons her or plans his murder/suicide while leaving her out of the loop, it rips open a wound that has never truly healed. Throughout the show, we can see that CSS is affection starved because of her parents leaving her with relatives that didn’t give a piss about her, or AKA abandoning her at her birth. It becomes an even larger wound when her mother comes home and gives her zero affection. And while CSS eventually gets the affection she needs from both the Empress and HBY, what she really needed was stability from someone showing her affection (which is why the Empress plays such an important role in CSS’s life). But that only comes with time. Her abandonment issues were something only time could heal (with continued assurances from someone CSS could rely on). In the show, she only had a year with her family before her wound was reopened.

5 years under the care and love of the Empress gave her that. She needed that time, to not only let go of her anger, or to rebuild her shattered self-image*, but to build up the assurance of stability. She also knew the Empress was sick, but it allowed her a semblance of a rock-solid foundation for a decent amount of time.

*(She was going to be HBY’s wife, he -and the Empress ofc- gave her confidence, but the feeling of being not good enough was going to resurface when HBY did what he did. It was good that she found it again when she made a career for herself as the Palace Chief.)

So what was left? She matured, but her heart was still “dead” as per her words. Someone who is sad and depressed isn’t going to be very lively, which is why she seems like an ice queen. She isn’t being mean or emotionless, she is just in a place of deep sadness where other emotions have a hard time coming forward. When you’re that sad, you do become a bit numb to everything else as well. So to heal from that sadness, she had to come forth and return to the waking world outside the palace. And she was forced to with the Empress’s death and HBY’s return.

For CSS to move forward she needed to learn to forgive. And the start of that was with her family, her parents, the first people to abandon her. Not with HBY. That’s why the “move on” scene was both heartbreaking and needed. She wasn’t ready to forgive him, the timing was off, but she needed to hear him apologize first. She needed the assurance that he would be okay because she would always think of him but couldn’t be with him. With that, when her mother apologizes, tells her that they’ll never leave her again, and asks to give them a second chance, she could accept it (and you start to see her old troublemaker self come back with her asking her father which of 3 gave him the worst headache lol). She then has a shaky but possible new foundation. Her grandmother then apologizes (she overhears so it’s not direct) and CSS realizes she needs to focus on the people that love her. That scene parallels the one at the beginning where she says she needs to be more solitary and think of herself.

Now she is ready to hear and forgive HBY. (It’s why she ends her engagement talks with YS.)

CSS is still stubborn ofc, so it takes a death scare, but his words of regret reach her and they get back together. That’s when you start to see her thaw. You start to see her being happy again. Unfortunately this is where the 10-episode cut/edit really hurt the show. We only get 1 and 1/4 of an episode to see her come back to herself. We see her defend the village, then tease and smile with HBY, but we don’t fully get to see our old CSS return within such a short time. We can infer, that yes, she will be her old self soon enough (and even better), but we don’t see it on screen. That’s why I think a follow-up movie is needed tbh.

But yes, it makes sense for her to seem so frigid after the 5 years because the focus was on her sadness/depression and her grief at being apart from her one true love. A lot of her other development happened within the time skip and left her with only a little bit more to go before she was fully developed. She needed that entire time to process a lot of things emotionally (and imo, something we needed to see on screen, the final episodes were poorly done sadly). Not so much for HBY, the poor boy, he probably pieced together his folly within a few months and the rest of the time he was just in a time-out for his bad behavior.

#love like the galaxy #lltg #月升沧海 #xing han can lan

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oddtree-art · 1 year ago

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posting another fic here bc I'm still trying to get an ao3 account lol

warning for totk spoilers, grief, and some swearing

empty bed

He shut the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath in. The lights were off and he didn’t bother to turn them on. Too much energy, and he was so drained. His bags clanged onto the floor as he stripped himself from his dirt stained clothes and dug for fresh ones from his chests under the stairs. Just some plain old tunic would do, but he had collected so much armor it was hard to find something as simple as that. Link’s fingers stopped at a light blue shirt, adorned with gold embellishments. Her’s. It was suddenly hard to swallow.

It was a long night. So long that the crickets were starting to get tired and the sun would peak up from behind the mountains not long from now. Link, weary and covered in scrapes and bruises, made his way across the familiar bridge to his house. Their house. His house. She wasn’t there anymore.

He quickly dressed and stumbled up the stairs, her shirt in hand. He paused, staring at the bed in front of him. It wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same knowing she wouldn’t come back. Couldn’t. He’d just got her back and now she was gone for good.

He lay gingerly down on the bed, on top of the blanket. Despite being surrounded by four walls for once, it felt cold. Link pressed the shirt he was clutching to his face and took a deep breath in. It still smelled like her. He closed his eyes and could see her standing in front of him, smiling warmly as the sun caught perfectly in her golden hair. Fuck.

His memories were still slowly coming back from a hundred years ago, but the time they spent in those few years let them grow closer than before. She was his best friend. They did everything together, confided in each other, supported each other. She’d become such a huge part of his life that he couldn’t imagine it without her. Well. Funny how things turn out.

He let the grief overtake him, tears spilling out across the pillowcase. I wish you were here, he thought, curling up on the bed that was oh so empty now. He wished more than anything in the world that he could just hold her. Hold her and tell her everything would be alright, and gently brush his fingers through her hair. He wished he could cook her a warm meal again, and listen to her chatter as she set the table. He wished he could listen to her ramble about her favorite plants as he polished his swords. He wished he could feel her hand in his again, warm and soft. He wished things hadn’t turned out the way they did, because goddess, it was tearing him apart.

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Link sat silently at the table, chewing his hastily made breakfast. He felt like shit. Probably looked it too. He knew he had things to do. He knew the threat of Ganon was looming over all of Hyrule and it was his responsibility, but this was more important right now.

He made his way out of his house with a handful of flowers in hand, one from each region, and set his destination for one of the nearby towers; a lookout for the glimmering dragon he watched snake through the skies each day.

Tracking her down was easy enough, Link found. She was resting at a nearby lake, lapping up the crystalline water. He walked carefully down the hill, making sure not to startle her. He’d met up with her plenty of times before, but he still did it anyway.

“Hey,” He said quietly, patting her on the snout. The dragon closed her eyes and gave a low, content rumble. He sat down in the grass beside her, brandishing his slightly crumpled flowers.

“I brought you something,” Link detailed his adventures during his quest for each flower, holding them out for her to see as he explained. She sat and listened, and even though Link knew she didn’t understand, he liked to pretend she did. Afterwards he climbed onto her back and carefully braided each plant into her mane, giving her pets across her sleek scales as he did so.

And once he was done, he moved back towards her head and planted a kiss between her eyes.

“I miss you,” He said, kissing her again. “I love you.” He stepped back, teary-eyed, and watched her take off into the sky. Although she wasn’t really gone, the one he knew and loved was, and that hurt more than anything. Goodbye, Zelda.

#totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom spoilers #totk #tears of the kingdom #link #zelda #zelink #(platonic romantic or otherwise)#legend of zelda #oddtree's writing

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luvp-music · 1 year ago

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finding ‘father’ [Master Detective Archives: RAIN CODE Chapter 4/OC Stuff] | MASSIVE SPOILERS

tw// violence, vulgar language, yomi hellsmile being an asshole AN: This work is accompanied by artwork that will be posted later. It is OC x canon events, so please excuse any altering to the canon there may be.

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Sachika’s brain went static the second her eyes saw pink. Usually by now, she would only see red, and rage. Although her emotions should have gone haywire, and she should be going berserk, she was free. Was it because of the effects of the lab? Was it due to the help of Desuhiko’s Disguise having a lasting effect? Was it because of Yomi Hellsmile in the lab behind her? Was it because she still needed to keep a lasting impression on the other agents? Or was it…

…because Yakou Furio was bleeding out in front of her and she couldn’t do anything?

She felt powerless. She had one goddamn job after doing everything for him, and she failed. Everyone failed.

Sachika could only stand there, frozen. Even as Yuma ran out, shouting for the Chief to respond, she couldn’t do anything. Even as the Chief spoke his final words to Yuma and her both, her vision was white, her body couldn’t move. She couldn’t even recall if she was breathing. The world was set in slow motion. The world was moving faster. The world stopped. It kept going around and around in circles in her mind and nothing could ever seem to stop it.

Then the chilling voice of Hellsmile spoke up, saying, “Huh? What’s going on here?”

That was when she seemed to snap back into reality, screaming at Yakou to wake up, to tell her what the hell happened, and WHY he would let something like this happen. Yuma left her be to plead with Yomi to treat Yakou’s wounds, only to be blamed for it all. Within a blink of an eye, Yuma was being held with his arms behind his back, begging for someone, anyone to do something. All the while Sachika was attempting to stop the bleeding.

“--…a pitiful, fitting end for an unjust life,” he spoke, “And in front of his precious girl, too. You’re sick. Arrest this fucker we caught red handed.”

Don’t call me that. You have no right to call me that. You have no idea…

Walking over to her and the chief’s body, Yomi grimaced to himself, “Why the hell would I help worms like you? …”

Once again, his voice faded out of Sachika’s reality, before the stomping of his heel on Yakou’s face snapped any form of resistance she may have had.

“STOP!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, beginning to claw and throw her fists at the man, “Get your fucking hands off of him!!”

Yomi was quick. Almost too quick. Within a second, he had grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her so she couldn’t move.

“Aw, how cute. Daddy’s little girl is defending him until his final, dying breath. It almost makes me sick,” he sneered, spitting on her face before throwing her onto the ground.

Sachika resorted to kicking when she couldn’t move her upper body, being pinned down by Yomi. There was something so wrong about this entire scenario. Why was she fighting for her life next to Yakou’s bleeding body? Against the head of the Peacekeepers no less? The rational part of her brain knew he had no time left, there was blood everywhere. But he had to be saved. Yakou Furio was all she had in this hellhole known as Kanai Ward.

What came next moved far too fast for anyone to keep up. Yomi’s fist connected with Sachika’s face. Once. Twice. Three times. Four times. Five– she stopped counting. She couldn’t feel her face anymore. Yomi was so satisfied, finally beating both of his least favorite people in Kanai Ward to the ground, screaming profanities and threats all the while. When he was satisfied with Sachika’s bloody nose and bruised skin, he continued by grabbing her head and neck, pounding the back of her skull with the hard, marble floor of the lab. Her ruby blood spilled out onto the floor, she couldn’t feel her head, she was getting dizzy, she was going to pass out, she was going to pass out, she was going to–

Right on que, Halara and Vivia came in, dealing with any Peacekeepers that were keeping Yomi company. The next few seconds were like a dream. With every blink of Sachika’s eyes, one Peacekeeper was on the ground. Yuma and Fubuki were running hand in hand away from the scene. Yomi was running away.

Yomi was running away?

Yomi was running away.

No matter how much she wanted to duplicate herself and catch the bastard, the pain in her body and head was too much to push through. The only sense she bothered keenly using in the moment was her hearing, which only worked so well.

“You think – carry her?”

“I’m not – built – drop her –”

“It’s either – to die – . I’m – take the Chief.”

With that, Sachika felt herself being carried before she felt a sigh where she thought her shoulder was. Looking up through swollen, beaten eyes, she saw Vivia, one of the only close friends she managed to make through this mission.

“Stay awake, now. It’ll be a hassle if you pass out, too.”

She couldn’t refute his statement. She couldn’t do anything, really. All that came from this mission down to the lab was sadness, pain, and unneeded death. Looking down at her bruised, bleeding body, her mind began to wonder. No matter how many thoughts appeared in her mind, there was only one feeling she had: numbness.

Figures. She lost a mother, and now she has lost a “father”.

#master detective archives: rain code #master detective archives #rain code #ran code oc

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doofnoof · 2 years ago

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Warning for Sleuth Jesters Spoilers!!! Too chicken to put this in Naff's asks but by god I'm gonna rant on my own damn blog, just wanted to give Naff kudos for making a fic that absolutely refuses to un-stick from my brain

I'm especially fond of the themes of freedom and imprisonment, and how there's more to it than just physically being imprisoned, there's a mental and emotional aspect to it too!

Especially since Eclipse took Y/N's freedom mentally (they couldn't figure out how to beat him nor could they escape thoughts of him while they ran,) emotionally (can't play their games with Sun and Moon anymore because Eclipse made them feel as if they had to hide their past from the boys in order to keep them; a past that had imprisoned them, that they'd burnt to the ground to escape from) and physically, by keeping them in a room, destroying their sense of time, and eventually burning their safehouses to a crisp. Y/N was even imprisoned in their own skin, because of how Eclipse had dressed them and marked them with bruises top to bottom, making Y/N sore and uncomfortable whenever they'd move.

Y/N became The Vigilante because of their desire to free people who are imprisoned by poverty and greed (mostly because of the Crime Families paying off the people meant to protect the normal folks, like the Police or the Mayor) because they were in a similar situation when the Afton Family got a hold of them; they were a homeless, starving child scooped off of the streets and delievered right into Afton's hands by hospital staff and a police officer for a stack of cash, both of which having promised to keep Y/N safe. Eclipse wants to imprison those same people (impoverished and those in power alike) with debts and favors so he would retain his own freedom, one Hard Fought For since robots had only recently been given rights.

My favorite thing about Y/N is that even when faced with their own death, backed into a wall, they'd still throw themselves whole-heartedly at the harder-to-escape, more grim option than sacrifice the life of someone they swore they'd protect (unlike the hospital staff. Kinda explains why they hate the idea of going to the hospital so much while they were bleeding out in Moon's tub too.) They would put up with killing an animal, or someone that was already gunning for their life, but once they realized that Gregory was a human child they chose the option they assumed they could never go back from; they decided to save him even though it meant Eclipse was going to destroy the freedom they'd fought for.

Eclipse also tried to control Sun and Moon, by paying for their schooling to get into into the Detective Agency, and then a second time by trying to control Y/N (who Sun and Moon were clearly heads-over-heels for.) I imagine he figured he'd have more control over Sun and Moon if he kept Y/N under his wing, imperiled, but his major character flaw is his arrogance, in assuming that Y/N could be controlled, and his assumption that Sun and Moon had rejected him on a whim and wouldn't have been ready (and downright thrilled!) to take him back if he gave up on the violence and cruelty. He assumed Y/N was just like him and only needed a push to become the Dog they were during their Afton days again, and his wrongful assumption cost him his life.

Probably not making much sense here but I love how everyone has a specific theme.

Sun and Moon's seem to be Forgiveness (they forgive an awful lot, and they feel guilty that they didn't take care of Eclipse sooner because they'd hoped he'd change his ways, at which point he'd be Forgiven, how Y/N is afraid of losing them because they'd done something they perceived as Unforgivable in the past, Moon forgives Sun for lying to him about where the Celestial Wire came from, how they seemed to expect Freddy to forgive Y/N for what they'd done in the past because they'd saved Gregory in the present, etc.), Eclipse seems to be driven by an arrogant need for Control (so he wouldn't be alone, so that Y/N could never leave him the way Sun and Moon had) and Y/N's theme is Freedom (their whole Thing™ is that they're impossible to catch, Eclipse couldn't control them, and they killed the one person who ever did find a way to keep them in check.) It's an incredibly well done fanfic and I can't wait to re-read it and see if I can pick up any more little tidbits I hadn't noticed before.

#bug barks #bug writes

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Hi! How are you? I have a Chihuahua and his name is Tony but mostly I just call him toey without the n. I hate finding bruises later..it freaks me out more even if it doesn't even hurt. When and why are you going to Boston? It seems fun!

Haha I don't blame you. I liked them but wasn't obsessed anymore by the time I went to see them. Like I never loved them the way I love Taylor really..but I think cuz I wasn't as obsessed during 1989 either was maybe why my mom thought I would prefer to see them. That was actually I think my first big concert in a stadium show besides Kelly Clarkson. I don't really listen to their music anymore really but I still like them individually I guess but I wasn't like a crazy fan girl or anything. I was also obsessed with showtunes at the time and twenty one pilots and some heavier bands lol. That was the kind of concerts we went to actually. My music taste is all over the place.

Well I honestly can't remember most of the songs from Jekyll or Bloody Bloody anyway but it is mostly just like campy. I would love to see Little Shop or Rocky live..they were doing a showing in early October but I missed it. I thought it would be closer to Halloween. Something Rotten is so fun..I vividly remember watching the Tonys performance and laughing like..what the heck is that? I was intrigued..I also think Shakespeare is so funny. Then Fun Home was a really good one too..it left a strong impression and showed me the serious side of musicals. Finding Neverland is not fun haha..I remember crying at the end of the show. Gentleman's Guide is a fun show and I remember the Tony performance too. I guess I do kinda like silly musicals too if they're done well but I think I'm more into the serious ones or maybe something in between. Sondheim is a great example of that but he does have humor in his shows too. Sweeney is my favorite Sondheim show and then probably Sunday or into the Woods I guess. I do like Company too but I'm not as familiar with the full show and it's more about loving the songs for me. I also feel that way about Sunday but Company and Sunday both have a stronger message in the shows..with the ending songs Being Alive and Moving On. I'm hoping to see it too and I'm very interested to see how I feel about the gender swap.

Oh cool! Beautiful World is also on my list..im pretty sure I read some of it before but that was a year or two ago lol. I enjoyed Normal People but didn't really care for Conversations with Friends as much. I also never even finished the show of Normal People either, but I want to..I know a lot of people really like it. I struggled with some of her writing and no quotations too. I actually read some of the Night Circus the other day and was surprised by how engaging it was. I thought I would have a problem and it would be hard to read 3rd person or cuz it was old fashioned but it wasn't at all! I think it was set up really well and hooked me in right away. I hope I can keep up with the timeline and it doesn't become confusing with more characters. Sometimes I make guesses or predictions on things when I read but then I end up flipping thru it instead. This happened cuz I was trying to figure out how many parts there were or how long chapters are and why the book is split up like that but I guess I will see. I did a similar thing with Tomorrow x3 and ended up seeing a spoiler..lol. so I hope that doesn't happen with this. I read all of the backstory so far or when they were children. Ooh that fancast could be interesting I think but sometimes it doesn't work in your head as much as you want, and can be pretty hard to come up with too. It's just that sometimes when I'm reading a book and I know what the author looks like, I end up picturing the author as the character instead lol. This has happened with Emily Henry for example but most times I don't even know what they look like anyway..but since this is less modern, I thought it might help. A fun thing was that I had the book next to a cover of the Blurryface album by twenty one pilots and it was the same exact colors..black, white and red, and looked extremely similar, next to each other which made me smile.

That's also why I thought reading TBOSS might help now with the movie coming out cuz there is already a cast. I figured out that if I read 2 chapters a day, I could be done in like 15 days just in time for the movie so I might be focused on that for now. I actually think the movie might be better than the book anyway though but I think it's okay so far. I understand wanting to finish the Hunger Games first though. I loved the Olivia song. It was pretty different for her or at least pretty different from Guts, so I was surprised in a good way. Her voice is pretty powerful and it totally fits the tone of the movie. It made me wonder if it was easier or harder for her to write lyrics based on something or not..or if she has a personal connection to the lyrics as well, since there is always a part of songwriters in their lyrics like authors having parts of themselves in their characters in books. Omg wait..how do you have mutual friends with her? That's so cool..I'd love to hang out with her! The first time I heard her voice was singing Shallow but it's cool she loves Broadway and also Taylor too. Maybe that's why I think we would get along. I would recommend the West Side movie and I appreciate it being updated but I just preferred the original a lot more. That's just me though and I have watched the original so many times. I think a lot of people actually do prefer the new one more which is interesting but I guess it also makes sense. I think its pretty funny her and her bf were in West Side and now this movie..she is truly living the dream haha.

Pick whichever url makes you happy I'll still be able to find you :) or you can ask my opinion if you want. I've never changed my url but I changed blogs before..or made new ones and I've been here since 2010 lol. I think the vault does sound like Midnights a little but I think.its just a similar sound that probably inspired the sound of the album in the first place. Like people think Suburban Legends sounds exactly like Mastermind but I don't actually hear that. That specific lyric made me think of Midnights but my point was she has always had songs or a similar idea like it since her first album..so I don't get when people say she didn't write it in that era or whatever. I still think some of the vault still had an 80s sound to it though and someone pointed out Say Don't Go kinda sounds like her can't stop loving you cover and I sort of agree with that. I love that theme too and a fun fact about me is I've never seen the movie sliding doors but I actually think I will watch it soon. Oh that sucks! I hope you can get tickets closer to you..and everything works out.

I've never heard of these before but thanks for telling me! I will check them out and I hope I'm pretty good at them. I am familiar with a lot of stuff even if it's a movie or show I haven't seen so I'll tell you if it's easy or hard.

What did your mom think of the show? Oh that's such a bummer that the show had technical problems. Your seats looked pretty good though and I'm glad you were able to enjoy it anyway. I think I prefer the act one so it was maybe less noticeable for me but I see what you mean. I mostly agree with you about Wait For Me as the closer and Why We Build the Wall isn't as dramatic for the act one finale. Wait For Me was definitely one of the best parts of the show for me but what about you? Is there different things you noticed since you have seen it before?

My weekend was good! I actually went to a casino which was kinda fun. I played a Little Shop and Wonka machine and was able actually to win some money on them but not for long or as much as I hoped. Thank you for the hug and well wishes! I will probably need it as I will feel stressed and busy for the next month though so I might not be able to reply as often. I hope you feel relaxed and rested this week before your trip!

hi friend!

that's so so cute — i call toto a bunch of things too; totoroto, bobo, totes, among others, and he's learned to respond to all of them 🥺 i'm definitely soaking all the toto cuddles i can before my trip (he's sleeping on my lap as i reply to you); it's a very short trip, but :( i leave for boston sooooooon! i'm just visiting a friend for the long weekend, and we have some fun things planned!!

i've never liked an artist the way i like taylor and i don't think i ever will find someone else like that — growing up alongside her music is something very very special that i will never get to replicate, because her music has really soundtracked so much of my life! before this year i didn't really go to concerts (i'd go to like the occasional theatre one if there happened to be one near me but not like a concert concert), and so i feel like i'm making up for lost time haha. i think by the end of this year i'll have gone to like ten concerts and two music festivals? which is kind of crazy when i think about it that way! what's your favorite concert you've ever been to?

something rotten is very fun! have you also listened to & juliet? some of my friends are obsessed with it! i'm hoping that they'll do a national tour and come to seattle at some point so i can see it; i don't foresee myself going to new york anytime soon :( but things could always change! have you ever listened to eleri ward's indie folk sondheim covers? her voice is beautiful!

my rooney ranking is normal people > beautiful world > convo with friends! but i might actually change my mind and bring CWF with me, i haven't quite decided yet. i loveeeed the normal people show, it's one of the few adaptations that i think does the source material justice! and i think paul and daisy have not just wonderful chemistry, but also an amazing understanding of the characters.

i'm really glad you've been liking night circus! i have not been reading it much; i've just been very busy but hopefully will get on it once i'm back from boston! i did start reading cleopatra and frankenstein while i was at the doctor's office this week, and i found the first two chapters to be really funny. i'm not sure if it's actually funny or if it's a "i'm not supposed to laugh here so i'm trying to be quiet and so everything is funnier and i cannot stop laughing" situation, but i'm hoping to finish it tonight (very unlikely; i have a ton of stuff i need to do before boston) because otherwise i will probably never pick it up again. i always do this; i get super into a book a few days before i have to leave and i don't finish it and by the time i'm back from my trip i'm no longer interested (did the same thing in may, and again in january). if you have an idea for a night circus cast, let me know! i'm definitely interested to hear what your choices are :) i hope you continue liking it!

i really, really loved olivia's song — i keep thinking about how hauntingly beautiful it is! i thought about getting the 7" of it, but i rarely spin 7" vinyls, and i think i should save my money for other vinyls ... but i'm still thinking about it haha. i do! i have some friends in the theatre scene :)

i change my url so often! i'm always worried you won't be able to find me but i do try to do a redirect etc so people can always find me 🤍 i probably won't do anything until i'm back from boston, and then maybe by then i'll want to do something else anyways! what are your thoughts on the vault tracks now that it's been a few weeks? i think my rankings have shifted — i definitely like now that we don't talk, slut and is it over now? more than i did before! speaking of, eras tour is back today!!!! one of my dear friends is going to eras tonight and i'm so so excited for her 🥺

let me know how those games go for you! i didn't do murdle yesterday because i got busy and forgot and now i'm like "i'll just start it up again once i'm back from boston" because my streak will be broken anyways. would not recommend doing murdle on your phone!! it's much much easier (better user interface) on a computer.

my mom had fun! she said it reminded her of come from away and jasper in deadland — i understand the jasper connection, because it's also based off of the orpheus eurydice myth but i'm not sure how she got come from away from that haha. wait for me is probably in my top 3 hadestown moments! i remember my friend gripping my hand out of shock and excitement when we first saw hadestown (first preview on broadway!). i think of that moment + her every time i listen to wait for me!

i hope next month is okay! sending you lots of love! remember to take care of yourself <3333

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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR Summary: In 1521, the Eternals disbanded and Druig left you despite the lengthy past you'd both shared. Now, you're forced back together by the Emergence, but after 500 years apart, neither of you are quite the same as you were. But a love like the one you shared hundreds of years ago never quite goes away. Pairing: Druig x Fem! Reader (slight enemies to lovers) Fandom: Marvel's Eternals Warnings: ETERNALS SPOILERS, mentions of injuries, mentions of death. Word Count: 3255 A/N: Well, I've given in and decided to do a smaller multi part fic for Druig – proving how I'm complete and utter Eternals and Druig trash at this point. This one won't be as long as my other multi parts and will probably just consist of three to four parts that are a bit longer. It'll also jump between the present timeline and moments shared in the past, so I hope it's not too hard to follow along with! I'm really looking forward to finishing this and posting it for you all. It's already proven to be a challenge for me as a writer so far, which feels like exactly what I need right now. Please let me know if you enjoy it and I look forward to sharing the rest! The title of the fic comes from the song Love Me Harder by WOODZ! ❤️

BABYLON, 525 BC

Druig doesn’t like you very much.

He thinks you’re irrational. You take risks when you shouldn’t, which more often than not ends up in you nearly getting killed when you’re all fighting the Deviants. He wishes you’d stop being so much of a risk taker and stop making him panic internally every time he sees you in danger.

It’s why, when he sees you on the back of a Deviant moments before you’re thrown off, he feels like his throat is closing up and he can’t breathe properly anymore. Without you, the team would probably be doomed.

Makkari is quick to catch you in mid air, though the wind is knocked out of you at the impact, and she instructs you to stay put as she sets you down on a log a little bit away from the rest of the fight.

You rub your stomach, knowing you’re going to have a bruise there, and wince a little as you try to catch your breath. Makkari is the only one you’d listen to. If she told you to stay back, you would. Even though it kills you to sit there and watch everyone else fighting when you should be helping them. It makes you feel beyond useless.

Druig jogs up to you once he sees Makkari set you down. His mind is raging and he’s preparing to give you a very stern talking to about your irresponsible actions, but you sense him coming first.

“I’m irrational, irresponsible, I’m putting the wellbeing of the whole team at risk and I need to act more like an Eternal and less like a silly, fragile human when it comes to fighting Deviants,” you say as soon as Druig is in earshot. You’ve heard his spiel many times before.

He narrows his eyes and stops just in front of you.

You look up and meet his eyes. “You don’t have to tell me again.”

“I’ll keep telling you until you actually understand,” Druig huffs.

The thought of him telling you again makes you laugh a little, which just makes Druig even more irritated by you. How long will he continue to tell you the things you already know? Laughing is a bad idea, though, as your stomach still hurts and you haven’t fully caught your breath yet. The laugh only agitates the pain.

You press your hand to your stomach and suck in a deep breath.

Druig furrows his eyebrows and steps closer. “Are you hurt?”

“I just got thrown by a Deviant and caught in midair. You tell me.”

He doesn’t like your sarcasm. His hands itch to reach towards you and check you over, make sure you’re actually okay and not badly hurt, but he pulls them back. You’d hate if he actually did that, and he’d wonder if he was going mad if he did it, too.

You look up at him again. “Will you go and help them?” You point towards the others, still fighting the Deviants over by the gates of Babylon. “I can’t help right now, but you can, so make me feel less shit about being sidelined and go and help them. Please.”

Druig shoots you a dark look and gives up, stalking away from you without another word. There’s a worry in the back of his mind about if you really are injured badly and pretending to be okay, or if you’re actually being truthful, but he has no time to ponder the thought. There are Deviants to kill.

He jumps back into the battle with ease and you watch from your spot on the log, hand still pressed onto your stomach. You have a feeling that the lack of ability to catch your breath isn’t so much to do with being thrown off the back of a Deviant and more with one specific, very irritating Eternal.

~~~

After the fight is over and you’re all back in the Domo, he watches as Ajak approaches you and heals your bruised stomach. It had been painful, catching sight of you as he fought. You looked so alone sitting on the log, watching as everyone else fought the battle you thought was yours to help win.

It serves you right, Druig thought. Your irrational behaviour taught you a lesson.

That was before he saw you wincing as you’d stood up to run over to the others at the end of the fight. When he noticed that you hadn’t even been able to run properly. He felt a little bad then, but only a little.

It doesn’t take you long to get back to your usual self back in the Domo. Sersi, Gilgamesh, Makkari, Kingo and Sprite are all still out helping the humans get their things back together after the attack, but with the others in the room, you’re back laughing and joking, talking about the fight with ease.

Thena even has a small smile on her face as she sips her drink and listens into your conversation with Ajak and Gilgamesh. Phastos had disappeared to go back to work a while ago and Druig has stayed silently in the corner of the room, watching and occasionally adding to the conversation whenever he has an appropriate sarcastic remark.

You catch his eye a few times, catch him watching you when you laugh or when you glance around the room just to look somewhere other than the three people in front of you. It’s disconcerting. He’s never looked at you this much before, except when he was mad at you. It would make sense if he was mad at you now, though.

He doesn’t even really realise that he’s watching you for one reason and one reason alone – he’s worried. He’ll never admit that he’s worried about you. He’s not the type of person to worry about much else other than himself, but the sight of you in pain earlier still plays on repeat in his mind. He can’t get it out of his head no matter how much he tries.

Druig watches you to try and remove it. He watches you laugh, watches you casually sipping on your drink, watches you deep in conversation with Ajak, Thena and Gilgamesh and yet the image from before stays deeply planted in his mind.

~~~

TOKYO, PRESENT DAY

It’s starting to rain outside as you pack up the things on your desk into your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, ready to leave. The sky is already dark, night having fallen a few hours ago, though you’d been cooped up in your classroom since the middle of the afternoon when you’d gone out to buy a quick snack.

You can see the dark grey rain clouds over the city as you leave the building and make your way onto the street to head home. The day had gone well – better than well, actually.

You’d had a class in the morning and then six students to tutor in the afternoon and evening, which had helped in filling up your day and your mind. The earthquake a few days ago had really shaken you up, made you worry about the state of Earth and what the others were doing, so having something else to do had been good to keep you occupied.

The rain starts to get heavier and you curse yourself under your breath for forgetting to bring your umbrella and not checking the forecast before you left for work this morning. But it’s too late to go to a convenience store and buy one. You have nine minutes till your train home and you’re not planning on missing it.

You duck past a group of people walking on the footpath beside you and try not to slip on the wet ground as you walk steadily towards the train station, only two blocks away from the building where you teach.

It feels normal here in Tokyo. The earthquake had been strange, and you’d felt it – been in the middle of a lesson when it’d happened – but everyone had moved on. Earthquakes weren’t a rarity here, you’d lived through thousands of them in your many, many years living in Japan – so life went on ignoring the strange natural disaster.

You can see the entrance to the station just ahead. It’s a welcome sight considering the rain is now falling steadily and the shoulders of your coat are beginning to become uncomfortably wet. There’s water dripping down onto your face from your hair.

You glance at your watch – five minutes. You have five minutes until your train arrives, and then another fifteen before you’re home in the safety and comfort of your apartment. It’s the most exciting part of your day, especially because the thought of sitting at home and watching the rain from your window sounds so nice.

There are a few people standing out the front of the train station as you get closer. They’re all huddled together under two umbrellas and you wonder why they don’t just walk a few more steps and actually stand under the cover of the train station. Perhaps they’re tourists, you think, trying to use the umbrellas that they probably frantically bought at a convenience store as soon as the rain hit and wanting to get their money’s worth.

Tucking your hands deeper into the pockets of your coat, you pick up your pace as you reach the train station, though just before you enter the train station, an umbrella is placed over your head. You stop suddenly, eyebrows furrowed, and look up to see none other than Ikaris holding the umbrella over your head.

“You’ve lived here for how long and you don’t have an umbrella?” He sounds amused.

You blink once, twice, trying to see if Ikaris is real or not, if you’re just hallucinating or not. But then you glance at the other people under the umbrellas at the entrance. Sersi, Sprite and Kingo. They’re unmistakably your family.

“What– what are you four doing here? In Tokyo?” You gasp at them.

They all wander over towards you and Ikaris, who now stands closer to you so that you can both be under the comfort of the umbrella and out of the rain. You feel like you’re dreaming. Your family – here in Tokyo, where they’d never visited you, after so long…

“I wish I could say that we’re just here to visit,” Sersi says, her voice sounding sad and regretful. Something uncomfortable settles in the bottom of your stomach. “But we’re not.”

You hear the sound of an announcement inside the train station and glance down at your watch. “Shit, my train leaves in… three minutes,” you look back up at them. “I don’t mean to be rude, and I am glad to see you all, but can we have this conversation at my place? I don’t want to miss my train, it’s been a long day.”

It’s a very human thing of you to say, you think. The last time you’d all been together like this, none of you had really been that involved in the lives of humans except for Sersi. You all still had a job to do. Things are different now, or at least, they were.

“Yes,” Sersi agrees, “It’ll be good to talk about this somewhere private. Let’s go.”

Her words don’t inspire confidence in you, but you lead them all to your home anyway.

~~~

ROME, AD 47

Druig tolerates you.

He still thinks you’re irrational and irresponsible and very mindless at times, but you’ve gotten considerably better in the last five hundred years. He hasn’t had to tell you about how irresponsible he thinks you are in at least three hundred years, which he thinks is quite an improvement.

Still, he watches you. He’s been watching you ever since that day in Babylon. Despite the fact that so much time has passed, the sight of you in pain still lingers in his mind, high among his memories. It stays there still, refusing to leave no matter how much time passes.

“You’re gonna get hit with a chariot!” Sprite suddenly yells at him.

Makkari knocks him out of the way as a chariot thunders past, right down the street they’d been walking on. The sun is high in the sky, shining down on them, so he blames that for his lack of focus and furrows his eyebrows.

“Why is that thing even in the street?”

“I’d assume chariot racing,” you say from beside him. He doesn’t know where you’ve appeared from, considering he was walking further in front of you and you’d been in conversation with Sersi. “We’re right by the Circus Maximus, where they often hold chariot racing. They’re probably taking it there for the racing this week. Don’t you keep up with the weeks events?”

Druig looks at you. “Thank you, know it all.”

You intentionally respond to him with a large smile, fluttering your eyelashes at him as you do just because you know it’ll drive him mad. Then, you skip off ahead of him to catch up with Kingo.

He watches you as you leave him.

Sprite nudges his side rather forcefully with her elbow. “You’re so obvious, and you don’t even know it. It’s embarrassing. I’d be embarrassed if I were you,” she shudders.

“Embarrassed?” He shakes his head. “You’re being daft.”

She doesn’t accept the insult, shrugging her shoulders and crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re both being incredibly irritating, I hope you know that. If you didn’t, then at least you know that now.”

There’s no chance for Druig to reply to her since she skips off ahead, too, joining you and Kingo. He watches as she weaves her arm through yours and you smile down at her.

He wonders, briefly, how it would feel for you to smile at him like that and then brushes the thought from his mind like it had never been there in the first place.

~~~

TOKYO, PRESENT DAY

Ajak is dead and Sersi, Ikaris, Sprite and Kingo are all sitting in your kitchen with warm cups of tea in front of them. The world feels like it’s been swept out from under your feet, but here your family is… sitting in your kitchen after centuries. But not all of them.

Today has not gone as planned.

You were supposed to be coming home to sit and listen to the rain, maybe go through some of the marking from the tests you’d given your students this morning, and now the world is at risk again.

Your world.

Earth has always been a home to you, ever since you stepped foot on it. But it’s been 7000 years now. You’ve seen the best it has to offer and the worst it has to offer. You can’t lose it.

You slump down against the kitchen bench behind you and run a hand through your hair. It’s still wet from the rain before, you haven’t had a chance to dry it since you got to making tea for the others as soon as you stepped foot in your apartment. Your wet coat is drying off on a coat rack by the door along with the others coats.

“You okay?” Ikaris looks over at you. You look rough.

“I don’t think I have an answer for that.”

He nods understandingly.

“So, what’s next?” You take a long breath and look over at the four of them. You don’t want to wallow in your feelings for too long because you know they’ll only overtake you if you do. You’ve been there before, and you won’t do it again.

Sersi sets her tea down after taking a sip. “We have to find the others, get everyone back together. It’s the only way. We can’t do this without each other. We have to work together again.”

You don’t like her words even though you agree with them. She’s right, of course – she’s always right, which is why Ajak had picked her as her predecessor – but the idea of getting back together with everyone after so long apart is a scary idea.

It’s been centuries since you’ve been in the same room with everyone. While they’d all met up every now and then, you hadn’t joined them very frequently, preferring to just meet up one on one. If you did that, it meant you could pick and choose who you saw and didn’t see. It was safer for your heart that way.

Sersi and Makkari had been the two you’d seen most often, but it’s still been years since you’ve seen either of them, too. You’ve spent the last a hundred and fifty years essentially alone.

“I don’t… I can’t,” you shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “I have classes to teach, students who are relying on me. I have papers to mark. I can’t just get up and disappear like that, out of the blue. I can’t.”

You know that you’re only trying to convince yourself of the impossible, but you still try regardless.

Sersi fixes you with a look. She knows exactly why you want to stay behind and it has nothing to do with the fact that you have responsibilities here in Tokyo.

“We need you,” Sersi says. “We can’t do this without you. I can’t.”

There’s nothing more anyone can say. Your fate is sealed.

~~~

KASHGAR, AD 304

Druig flinches back away from you with a scowl. “Haven’t you heard of personal space?” He scoffs, taking a few steps away from you.

You’re smiling at him, one of those beautiful smiles that always make him feel a bit warm and fuzzy inside, and you don’t move from where you’re standing, hands behind your back, watching him with playful eyes.

“What, do I have somethin’ on my face?”

“Mmm.” You nod at him, giving him confirmation but not much.

Druig rolls his eyes and wipes a hand over his face, trying to get rid of whatever was on his face that you weren’t kind enough to point out to him. He can’t feel anything and when he looks back down at his hand, it’s perfectly clean.

He turns his body to face you. “Are you messin’ with me?”

You do nothing, continuing to stare at him with a smile on your face. Druig thinks that the longer you do it, the creepier it gets, and he starts to wonder if there’s any way he can just make you stop smiling. Then, you surprise him.

His feet stay strangely planted to the ground as you step towards him, one of your hands moving up towards his face. He watches your finger with worried eyes as you advance. Your finger finally makes contact with his face and he feels like he’s been given an electric shock as you wipe something of off of his cheek.

You don’t step away from him after you remove your hand, looking at your finger.

“What is it, then?” Druig coughs out a breath.

You show your finger to him. There’s nothing on it.

“Nothing,” you hum. “I just wanted to see what you’d do.”

With that, you turn and walk away from him as if nothing had ever happened. Druig can’t move, though. He can barely breathe thinking about how close you were to him, the light touch of your finger on his skin. He’s stuck in place, tortured. Why would you do that? Why would you want to see what he’d do? You make absolutely no sense to him.

Druig truly can’t stand you.

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