#if this has grammatical errors i don't care i don't respect this language

[veevil]

i saw u comment under a post about dark pheonix and im here to rant slightly cuase it gets me angry whenever i think about it. Is charles xavier a perfect man? no, but has he done everything to try make sure that humans and mutants can live in peace? yes.

i get so mad when raven said he hasnt sacrificed anything as if this man isnt bald in a wheelchair and at one point was a drug and alchol addict because his family dictched him.

And the xmen getting mad at him for wipping jeans memories, i can see where they come from but also i see where clares was coming from cause he wanted jean to be able to control her powers and not be afriad of them.

They way hank blamed charles for ravens death aswell pissed me off because hank is chalres longest friend and he was acting like an ass.

And the last thing that annoys me is the way they renamed the school, basically wiping charles name away from the school and his legacy and i just get so made eveytime i watch that film.

But cherik ending so.....

Charles often seems to be put on this pedestal of being an all-knowing being, but he is just a man with the weight of the world put on his shoulders. He is flawed and he has made mistakes, but everything he has done has come from place of love, not malice.

He has quite literally given his whole entire life to help others, even though some of his actions might seem a bit questionable e.g. him wiping Jean's memories. He did that to protect her and the people around him. I never thought of that as a thing he did to be selfish or cruel, he genuinely wanted to help!! (and I think it was the right thing to do btw.)

Dark Phoenix mischaracterized pretty much every character who got more than 5 minutes of screentime in the movie. Raven would not have said those things to Charles. Hank would've not treated Charles like that after he just had to bury his adoptive sister he loved more than life itself.

They did Charles so dirty in the movie. I was actually shocked they changed the name of the school and basically said a big 'fuck you' to him and all the hard work he had done.

Fuck Dark Phoenix. You were only good for Magneto train scene and Paris proposal.

[empress-simps]

Can I get period comfort with the marauders? and or all of them is fine, and it can be romantic or platonic! I might be projecting because I just got mine the time I’m typing this. 😩

Feel free to ignore this request if it makes you uncomfortable to write :-)

Hi darling, thank you for requesting, this is too cute ugh- I hope you don't mind but I made it Poly!Marauders! (I seriously need to have more fics of poly!Marauders) I also crave period comfort fics when it's that time of the month, so I hope this is what you had in mind, enjoy! (Note: I literally published this the second I finished writing it, expect possible typos and grammatical errors)

Lazy Days

Pairing: Poly!Marauders x Fem! Reader

CW: Language and Marlene being herself. (1.4k words)

“Godric’s balls, this shit bloody hurts.”

You groaned, it hasn’t even been a whole minute since you woke up; and you were already writhing in pain from your lower abdomen and the headache that was slowly getting stronger every second. Out of all the days you could’ve gotten your period, it just had to be where you made plans with your boyfriends to go to Hogsmeade.

You sometimes wondered what you did in your past life to deserve this monthly pain- Marlene tells you you’re just being overdramatic, but who is she to say that about you when she honestly thought she was going to pass out just because Dorcas talked to her? She had no right.

Lily looked over her shoulder and your direction as she was busy fixing her hair, trying to look presentable for the day as she scanned your form. “Your turn?” she asked, lightly frowning. You could only nod in reply as you watched her take out some heat pads, urging you to take it. You immediately snatched it out of her hands, muttering thanks to the red-haired girl and placing it in your tummy. “Are you still going to Hogsmeade with your lover boys?” she asked, applying a bit of lip gloss and mascara.

“Lils, can’t you see the state I’m in?” You complained, rolling in bed as two of your friends are already getting ready to go to their respective Hogsmeade dates. She shot you a pitying look, “I have a solution.” Marlene announces out loud, trying her best not to burst out laughing. “I know it won’t be any good as long as an idea is created in that head of yours, but let’s hear it.” You sat up, crossing your arms and staring at your friend, an eyebrow raised, urging her to go on.

She clutched her imaginary pearl necklaces and glared at you playfully. “How could you?! This solution will be effective for a couple of months, you know!” Now, that got you interested. Scooting to the foot of your bed, you leaned closer to what Marlene had to say, heck- even Lily stopped getting ready as she turned her full attention to Marlene. Was it a potion that can minimize period cramps? If so, you’re ready to spend hundreds of galleons just so you can get a hold of it.

“I say you get one of them to knock you up.” She cackled, barely avoiding the pillow you threw at her and Lily’s shocked gasp.

“You’re bonkers, Marlene!” You cried out, chucking another pillow in her laughing form which hit her in the head, making her stumble, but she continued to laugh hysterically.

Lily shakes her head, looking with a disapproving look at Marlene, like how a mother looks at her child when they misbehave. “We still must graduate, Marls. I’m sure Y/n is responsible enough and are taking… precautions.”

You blushed, looking away. “Damn right we are.” She grumbles, making Marlene laugh even harder.

“Darling? You in there?” Remus knocks gently, Lily opened the door to see Remus dressed in one of his grandpa sweaters, his messenger bag that he got from the three of you on his birthday was already with him, clearly ready to go.

“We’re still waiting on Padfoot and his hair care routine but other than that, we’re good to go- “Remus stopped when he stepped inside the room and saw you, disheveled and far from ready for your date. Your scarred boyfriend frowned, immediately placing the back of his hand on your forehead, checking your temperature. “Feeling under the weather, love?” before you could even answer, the little shit- Marlene, answered for you.

“She wants the three of you to knock her up so she wouldn’t have to deal with monthly periods.”

You can feel your boyfriend sputter beside you, no doubt blushing like a tomato as he managed to stutter, “W-what?” Merlin, you just want to dissolve than be here at this exact moment.

“Marlene, shut up before I hex you too much you couldn’t go on your date with Dorcas.” You warned, looking everywhere and anything to just not meet one of your boyfriend’s eyes. “I’m joking! Love you, Y/n! See ya later!” She rushed out of the room before you could even think of grabbing your wand, bumping into James and Sirius in the process.

“What was that about?” James asked no one in particular, his arm wrapped around Sirius’ waist as they entered the room. Lily sighed, “Just Marlene being Marlene.” She grabbed her bag, about to leave. “I’ll see you later, Y/n! No funny business.” Lily glares in warning at the boys, before shooting you a smile and closing the door shut.

“Now, why aren’t you dressed yet darling?” Sirius kissed your cheek in greeting, sitting beside you as James took a seat beside Remus. “Period cramps.” You grumbled, plopping on your bed again, sighing. “Sorry my loves, looks like you three have no choice but wish I was with you in Honeydukes.” You joked, seeing them exchange a glance with each other. “If you can’t go then we won’t go.” James concluded, already taking off his shoes as Sirius shimmied off his leather jacket and Doc Martens, racing with James, seeing who can cuddle with you fastest.

Remus sighs, sharing a look with you as he saw both his boyfriends almost squish you. “You blokes.” He proceeded to take off his converse and join the cuddle puddle, placing a hand on your lower abdomen, “heat pads?” He asks, looking at you.

“Yeah, Lily let me borrow hers.” You protested when Remus basically took it and threw it on Lily’s bed. “You’re mean, Remmy.” Whining, you try to get up and get it back when the boys gently push you down, not letting you escape their grasp.

“It was already pretty cold, darling. Besides, I’m here.” Remus places his warm hand on your abdomen, even massaging it lightly. You visibly relaxed under his touch. “See? Much better.” He grins. You chuckled, “Yeah, I forgot. You’re a walking furnace, love.”

“If we dropped an egg on Moony, would it sizzle? Or just slowly cook?” James asked curiously, making you throw your head back in laughter.

The room was filled with warmth, with Sirius and James’ presence as well as Remus’ literal warmth. You nestled deep into the cozy nest that the boys had seemed to create, as if protecting you from the outside world, their perfumes wafted into the air, making you relaxed and a tad bit sleepy.

 “You know,” Sirius started, his lips brushing gently against your temple, “I’ve heard that cuddling is a natural remedy for period cramps. Scientifically proven, I swear.”

James, who was sprawled out on the other side of the bed, nodded eagerly. “Absolutely. It’s in the Marauder’s Handbook, right next to the chapter on pranks and secret passageways.” Remus rolled his eyes playfully at their antics.

“Marauder’s handbook, huh? So, you’re telling me not only do you have a map but a magical handbook as well?” She teased, raising one eyebrow at Potter’s claims. “I have to see it.” James grins sheepishly, “Erm, well… Moony’s still writing it- “

“Don’t drag me into that, Prongs.”

“Such dorks… I guess I’ll just have to take your guys’ word for it, huh?” You grin, while James hums in agreement. Now, you wonder if you were a hero that saved a nation in your past life to even call the three dorks cuddling you your boyfriends.

“Who needs Honeydukes when I’ve got you guys?” You gestured to their faces, earning a chorus of mock protests. “Oi, I’m not a chocolate frog,” Sirius protested, but his eyes softened as he gazed at you. “But I’d gladly be your Honeydukes substitute.” He winks playfully.

“You sure do look like one though, Padfoot.” James teased as he wiggled his toes under the blanket.

“What was that supposed to mean?!”

“Nothing, I’m just joking!” James automatically shielded his face as Sirius tried to hit his arm, whining.

Together, they cocooned you in affection, their laughter blending with yours. In the little corner of your dorm, you were surrounded by love, laughter, and the promise of more lazy days with just you and your boys.

“So,” James said, breaking the comfortable silence, “who’s up for a game of Exploding Snap?” You groaned, “What if the cards explode all over my bed? I don’t have the energy to clean up after you guys.”

Sirius grinned. “Then we’ll just have to cast a cleaning charm. Besides, it’s worth it to see Moony’s face when he loses.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “I’ll have you know I’m an excellent card player.”

“Sure, Moony,” James teased. “Just like you’re an excellent cook.”

Remus snorted, “Like you’re any better than me, Prongs.”

[hyunjinners]

✧:･ﾟRunaway → Stray Kids headcanons˚₊· ꒰🌿꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊During a serious argument he attacks you, raising his voice with hurtful words.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊hyung line x fem!reader

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊angst, sad, established relationship, fights.

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊possible trigger, fight, offensive words (maybe swearing? idk)

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊2,3k (I got a little carried away ;)

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊I really love sad themes, I think it makes me immerse myself in the story in a cool way. Remembering that these are just fictitious situations and that nothing in this chapter matches reality, in other words, just an imaginary scenario created by a fan, nothing is linked to the boys' real attitudes or personalities! Hope you like it, Remembering that English is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling errors. Have a good read! feedbacks are welcome. 🤍

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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 ¡!

You two are definitely what people identify as the perfect couple, always understanding and understanding each other, But that doesn't mean you don't have your differences. You guys don't really like to fight, usually just silly fights or small vows of silence that are eliminated at the end of the day with a warm hug and kisses with vows of love. Chan wasn't one to raise his voice and neither were you, but perhaps due to the stress of the day, this discussion became loud and noisy.

You just wanted to spend time with him, as you were busy with your work throughout the week and barely got to see each other, but he just tried to explain how much he needed to finish reviewing some tracks and that he was too tired to do that. You rebutted tiresome arguments until he simply exploded at you, "CAN YOU PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE? SHIT! I just want you out of here, can't you see that I never wanted you here?" He shouted at you and you remained static in your place. Your eyes widen and you can't swallow the lump that forms in your throat. You couldn't speak, in pure shock and, as incredible as it may seem, he was no different. Regret and worry fill his chest in an overwhelming way instantly and he feels nothing short of guilty.

He opened his mouth, stammering failed attempts at an apology, his eyes glistening with tears that matched yours, that overflowed and ran down his face. Chan's heart sank as he realized that the cause behind your tears was him, wishing you would realize that he didn't really mean it. "...all good. I'll leave you alone, if that's what you want." You spoke softly, unable and tired of debating with him. "No- love…I'm sorry, I- that's not what I meant, please…" He whispered, trying to get to you, but it was too late. You were leaving his apartment with a broken heart and a new insecurity hanging over you, wondering if during your relationship he had thoughts like this, if he felt uncomfortable with your presence. It could have been a misunderstood mistake for Chan, words spoken without thinking that he bitterly regrets, but for you, it was a new milestone in your relationship.

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 ¡!

Your relationship from the outside has always seemed a little strange. Minho is not the type to show affection in public and loves to make jokes to annoy you, but you know he means nothing and you know he respects and loves you above all else, so you never really cared about it, always taking it in stride. However, this nagging side of him gains strength when it comes to arguments and you find it particularly irritating. He has a strong temper during fights, being stubborn in his ideas and opinions, making it impossible for you to reach an agreement. You don't fight often, but when it happens, it takes you days to resolve it, out of sheer stubbornness and pride on both sides.

The stray kids' comeback was just around the corner, less than a month away and everything was moving quickly. Minho, who has always been committed to his work, he was working hard this week and his mood was technically sensitive, so to speak. You, being a good and understanding girlfriend that you are, He thought about something throughout the week to try to alleviate some of his tension, usually affection placed on your private person made everything better.

When he didn't show up at the dinner you prepared especially for him, you tried to be understanding because you knew Minho's physical and mental exhaustion. It was almost midnight when he appeared tired and sullen. He had stated that he would arrive on time, so you asked him why he was late. You remained calm throughout the conversation, but when he said he preferred to go out to eat with the boys and forgot about you, you felt the burning start to rise in your throat, "Minho, I really don't understand you. I really tried hard to see the good in you and you just act dismissive like it's nothing, as if we were nothing…” the anger was evident in your voice, but you couldn’t fight back, and apparently neither could he. He sits on the living room couch, leaning with his elbows resting on his knees as he runs his hands over his face and hair. He stands up looking into your eyes and you could see a different glow in his eyes, he was exhausted and angry.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT IF YOU'RE SO NEEDY! I'm tired of this, if you're going to be clingy like this, stay far away from me." Her eyes flutter unconsciously, your vision blurred by the tears that accumulate. You bite your lip in an attempt to contain them, you didn't want to cry in front of him. Minho clenches his fists as he slowly watches your reaction, scared of himself. He couldn't say anything, but you knew he wanted you to stay. He was sorry. You let out a shaky breath nodding your head, “right… whatever you want.” Minho felt helpless watching you forcefully close the door of a now cold and empty apartment, his absence making him feel incomplete. He wanted to apologize, but he couldn't find words in his mind, only the fear of losing you, because he knew it was all his fault. And you, the uncertain doubt as to whether this would be a lasting relationship.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍 ¡!

You have been friends since you were very young, always supporting and helping each other and that was a good reason for you to almost never fight and if you do, They make up very quickly, reaching a consensus that they both made a mistake at some point. He was always very sweet, so usually he would apologize first, unsure that maybe you would abandon him and that hasn't changed since he asked you to be his girlfriend. And that fact scared you because of what happened. He was never really jealous, it was more like fear and insecurity, but you always assured him that you loved him and he always trusted you. But this time it was different and you didn't understand where it came from. You have been invited to an alumni reunion at your old school where you graduated from high school.

You met many old colleagues but there was one in particular that you both were somewhat uncomfortable with. The boy was an ex-boyfriend of his and tried to start a conversation with you. The atmosphere during the event got a little heavy when he clearly looked at you in a way that made you uncomfortable. At the end of it all, Changbin rushed you home and when they arrived you immediately questioned him, worried about his change in mood. Of course, you weren't stupid, you knew everything was involved in this specific situation, but you were still worried about whether he would be okay. You thought he was angry because the guy was clearly inconvenient, but when he confronted you asking why you were paying attention to him you were confused.

It was supposed to be just a conversation, but it all piled up and became a noisy mess. You didn't want to change, but he knew it was unfair for him to place non-existent blame on you and he wanted to defend himself. "Binnie, I don't understand what I did. I swear I-" 

"Don't you understand?" He interrupts you, anger overwhelming him and making his next words come out unconsciously, "YOU WERE CLEARLY HITTING ON HIM! I don't even know why I'm still wasting time being with you, honestly." Silence. You watch him in silence. You felt like you didn't need to say anything else because apparently everything that was stuck in your throats was carelessly deposited one above the other, weight forming on your back. Still scared by his response, you pick up your bag that was on the coffee table and quickly walk towards the entrance. You stop abruptly when you feel your wrist held by Changbin, strong but still light so you can let go. "My love, please- I, I don't know what came over me... forgive me but please don't go." Tears roll uncontrollably down Changbin's face and it makes his heart hurt even more, but you remember that he was the reason your heart was broken in the first place. "...I need to get away from you for today, Changbin." You go out. Now there were two hearts broken by an insecurity that unconsciously generated another.

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 ¡!

Hyunjin is definitely a hopeless romantic, so it's almost impossible for you two to fight. Of course, there is no perfect relationship, but your fights, If you can call it that, they are small arguments over silly things and, if they fight over something serious, It's discredited in a short time since you can't stand being away from each other, especially if you're fighting. You've been together for almost a year, but even with this considerable passage of time, Hyunjin hasn't taken you to meet his parents. Of course, you didn't care so much, you knew and respected the limits imposed by Hyunjin, knowing that he just wanted to be sure if it was meant to be. But with your one year anniversary approaching, you couldn't help but feel a little insecure, naughty thoughts about herself invading her head like an avalanche of worries.

It was quite late when you were sitting in your room studying as usual. You were so immersed in your duty that you missed the sound of the front door. Not long later, you hear the clanking of dishes in the kitchen and notice Hyunjin's presence. Entering the kitchen, you watch him prepare some ramen for himself, a tired expression was visible on his face and sighs constantly left his lips. He looked exhausted and your heart squeezed seeing him like this. He doesn't seem to notice his presence, huffing impatiently at the water that was heating up. You surround him from behind, your arms hugging his waist and placing your head on his shoulder. He trembles a little from the fright, leaving it a little stiff. "Hey, my love. Relax, it's me." You laugh, patting his right shoulder.

"Sorry, I'm really tired today, y/n." He walks away to get the cutlery from the cabinet, you sigh, moving away to respect his space. "You know, Jinnie… I've been thinking and our anniversary is coming up, in less than a week." He looks at you for a few seconds, seeing where you're going and then goes back to what he's doing. Okay, his disdain brought a small pang to her heart. "And I thought maybe, just maybe, Can you take me to meet your parents." His voice was a little louder than a whisper and he stopped what he was doing. He ran his hand abruptly through his hair, looking at her with a different light in his eyes. "Look, I just want to eat this ramen and sleep, I don't have time to listen to that shit again." You were trying to be understanding, but you insisted. “I know, but- but I’m afraid you’re… ashamed of me. That's why I'm insisting on the matter. I know you're tired-"

"SO WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE? If you're well aware that you're being a pain in the ass, just shut up and leave," he says all this with a humorless laugh on his lips, "Maybe I don't really want to take her to meet my parents, maybe this will make me rethink whether our relationship is really worth it." That was the last straw to spill the water in his cup of anxiety. You could no longer blame it on tiredness. You didn't mind crying in front of him, but you felt helpless. You take a step back, uselessly drying your tears. You go up and grab your bag quickly, heading towards the main door, not bothering to look back. Hyunjin pulls her towards him, lightly holding your arms and looking into your eyes. "My love, please, please don't, don't go! I was wrong, I- I really shouldn't have said that-"

"But you said it, and you can't take it back. I'm going to sleep at my friend's house. I want to get away from you as soon as possible." You cut him off, now you were the one who was tired. You hurt him too, but he cut you first and plunged the knife deep into the wound.

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𝗔/𝗡 - I'll be posting the maknae line soon! I confess that I didn't intend to write something long, but I really can't write something with less than 500 words 😭 I hope you liked it. Please don't forget to leave comments, I'm happy when I hear your opinion on my chapters ;) like × reblog!¡ original by:: @hyunjinners ^-^

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More Than Deserving - Kim Rok Soo/Reader pt. 2

notes: ik both the fics are short but i really feel like i can't put them in the same fic, like they have to be separated

tags: female reader, angst, blood, Cale might be ooc, NOVEL SPOILERS (Kim Rok Soo's life back on earth)

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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You are someone who has learned how to live and thrive in a ruined world. You are someone who has survived the cataclysm when everyone around you did not. Someone who hardened at a young age just so she wouldn’t be pushed by power-tripping people.

Sometimes you hate the person you have become. Sometimes you think that you have become a coward who hides her fear in the cold wall she constantly hardens.

However, Kim Rok Soo told you otherwise.

“It’s admirable that you can stand up for yourself. Just ignore anyone who says otherwise, they are just mad that they can’t push you around.”

No matter how nonchalant his voice was, you could tell he meant every word you said. That gave you comfort. Gave you the strength you need to not conform to how other people want to.

You would like to say that it was just his words that motivated you. However, you may be a coward but you aren’t a liar.

So you can’t deny the fact that it was the person, not the words.

That it was because it was Kim Rok Soo who told you those words.

You know yourself. Know that you have been harbouring feelings for the strategist for a long time. Can’t deny the way you would try to seek him out, try to befriend him.

Because you also know that it’s where you draw the line.

It wasn’t for any grand or selfish reasons. It was merely out of respect. Out of loving him so much you don’t want your feelings to burden him. To weigh him down.

So you settled for being friends with him. He was a good friend, really. He may try to act all annoyed and irritable but he will always be there whenever you need him.

Will always be there to watch old crappy movies with you.

Buy or cook the foods you have been craving.

Be a shoulder to cry on whenever you’re feeling sad.

Always cares for you every chance he gets.

Oh my god was he just so perfect.

And it does nothing to help your feelings. Those pesky feelings that you wish would just disappear. Sometimes you would wish for the grounds to swallow you whole because your heart is beating so loud that you swear he could hear it.

But still, you did not respond to your feelings.

What can you say? You guess you love him that much. You love Kim Rok Soo so much that you can’t even think of being selfish and confessing.

Your life continued like that for a long time.

And then a little birdie with a yong let it slip that Kim Rok Soo might just reciprocate your feelings. You then responded to that birdie that you’ll try to confess after the mission you guys are going to.

Unfortunately, you never got the chance to.

The monster was unranked and way stronger than all of you had anticipated. You had no other choice other than to fight in the vanguard along with team leader Lee Soo Hyuk and ability user Choi Jung Soo. 

However, despite your efforts the monsters remain unbeatable. 

Before you know it the two other Soos are dead. You are covered in blood and dying too.

During your final minute, the thought of confessing crossed your mind.

Maybe it was because of the way your love was holding you so tightly in his arms.

Nonetheless, you thought against it. You cannot leave him with that kind of burden.

“I hope you find someone that can make you happy…”

‘Even if that someone cannot be me. I will be happy to see you happy.’

In the end, your love for him won over your greed of wanting to confess.

In the end, you couldn’t do it.

In the end, you just had to say your confession internally, never for Kim Rok Soo nor the world to hear.

‘I love you… I hope you can learn to love yourself too.’

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Yandere time and hyrule headcannons

I'm not sure if you've seen the hype around sky being in his undershirt and being ✨pretty✨ in the recent update, but could I please request reader fawning over Yan!sky in his undershirt or some general hc's for him?

Thank you both for requesting!

Notes: I wasn't that online on tumblr around that time, so I only saw it now lmao.

Anyway, I did both headcannons and a oneshot, hope you'll like it!

Also, yes, I merged those two requests since headcannons can be piled into the same post.

I'll probably sound redundant in a lot of these, simply because I didn't write this at one go and when I got to it again I may have forgotten that I wrote it before. My memory is not the best, forgive me.

There are more headcannons for Time because he's my favorite, sorry.

I need a master list, seriously.

Edited before sleeping, I'm sleepy and probably messed up one or two paragraphs of this.

The oneshot in question.

TWs: Yanderism, Mentions of food and bad eating habits and a little of my fairy/fae brain rot.

Don't mind grammatical errors, please!

Headcannons for yandere Sky, Time and Hyrule.

Yandere! Lu! Sky x Reader

For starters, Sky is sweet, but he is very manipulative.

Therefore, don't be surprised if you notice you stopped doing many of the things you used to do when you first got through the portal.

Most of the time it's not even bad things!

He might team up with Hyrule and Wild to take care of your main health, like eating habits. If you're a picky eater then expect Sky to slowly transition you into eating a little bit of everything, in no time you'll be eating like Wild does.

Then again, he'll also make sure to get the ingredients to the foods you do eat without struggling, also getting Wild to make a separate meal for you, should you not eat that one specific recipe Wild made for dinner.

You'll probably be getting help from him when it comes to self-care habits as well, like, the max of skin care and hair care you can get at Hyrule. He will make the effort to talk to people who know more about your skin and hair type, those who have it and take care of it well.

But, we can't ignore the genuinely bad things he will try to influence you into doing...

Privacy? Gone.

Not only will he be around you most if not all of the time, but he will also always be paying close attention to you and what you're doing.

So if you believed keeping a journal in your language would help you keep some things to yourself, then think again. The privacy of using your language instead of hyrulean to write in your jornal will soon turn into a mere illusion. Despite being more quiet and seemingly the less imposing of the Links, Sky has already gone, and will keep going through lengths for you, which includes learning the language you use.

Of course he noticed you kept a private journal, and despite you trying to lie about the contents of it, it's only a matter of time until he is skillfully scanning through the pages with his eyes like he's reading his favorite book. Memorizing any and all information he can find about you.

As manipulative as he is, he is also delusional, he doesn't have any idea of what he is doing, he simply doesn't know that what he is doing is wrong on so many levels.

He's not doing anything on purpose, he's just trying to protect you and get you to like him, like a normal guy!! At least, Zelda liked it when he did this with her back then, just how different are you two?

Genuinely, Sky would have a hard time figuring you and your emotions out. You're a human being after all, and he respects that those things are not supposed to be easy to figure out. In fact, he highly respects and appreciates that you're complex.

Not that he'll respect boundaries, nope, no way.

You're a puzzle he's very much looking forward to figuring out. Honestly, the only puzzle he'd ever want to figure out.

So, I'll probably elaborate this later, but the chain as Gods. Sky would be very much a Thor. That means silly blonde lightening man.

Imagine hylians from Sky's era used matching earrings alike engagement rings, like, Sky just randomly inviting you to an overly nice picnic, just to hand you blue earings just like his.

And if you don't have your ears pierced anywhere it'd be even better in his eyes, since he'd just adjust it to be a "normal" ring.

It was actually an engagement ring, but you didn't know that, or any of the other Links, really, since this tradicional custom got lost in time.

Yandere! Lu! Time x Reader

I think pretty much everyone knows Time is a teasing bastard.

Don't get me wrong, he can be pretty mature, but trust me, it's not really common for him to act like that.

Time is used to pretending, he used many different masks to become different races in his journey, that was needed from him at the time, the same way that being the mature one is being needed from him right now.

Just because he is deeply traumatized emotionally and physically from his job as a hero doesn't mean his personality is lost as well.

It didn't change that much since he was a child, not really.

He is addicted to making you flustered, so if you get flustered easily I'm sorry for you.

If making you blush is a challenge then I'm just as sorry for you, because Time isn't quite known for giving up easily.

And he's good at making people embarrassed, too.

The amount of women who were in love with him is everything I need as proof.

But the worst part? He doesn't have bad pick up lines.

Look, Time is a toucher, so yes, his love language is physical touch, that makes sense to me.

That doesn't mean only cuddling, of course, it can mean cuddling and hugging when you're alone, but do expect a few more things.

I was gonna say hand holding in public, especially in crowded places, but you know what? Guiding you by holding the back of your neck is simply easier to him, and a lot more obvious "back off!" to strangers who look at you for far too long.

Also, randomly leaning against you, the two of you may be just walking and suddenly you feel a large mass lightly leaning against your own body, almost making you stumble. you might just be standing in front of the dinner table, reading a recipe book and once again you just feel that familiar presence right behind you, but instead of hugging you from behind he's just there, like he is reading the book along with you.

Remember how you were reading that one recipe book? Well he might give it a try and help you make something in the kitchen just to spend time with you. Like, you're just pouring ingredients in a bowl and he's there "helping" you by wrapping his arm around your waist to give you "emotional support", as he calls it.

He is, in reality, just standing there watching you cook, trying his best to resist the urge to distract you and simply annoy you, because he is still trying to make it seem like he is a mature, grown man, and definitely not one who is eyeing the flour in his reach and thinking about launching a handful of it at you.

You did see his hand slowly reaching for the flour in the corner of your vision. He only stopped once you threatened to scoop out his remaining eye should even a speck of flour hit your face.

Yet, Time is a creative man, flour was only one of his plans.

He's got wandering hands and wandering lips. And he can and will make use of those just to distract you.

And that's how Time became banned from the kitchen when you were the one cooking, only being able to join you for cleaning later.

So yeah, his love language is physical touch, but it is also disturbance.

In that matter, he's not very different from Wind when you two are alone. If you ignore his flirtatious moves, that is. But he's quite different when you two are with the others, especially if you've done, or is doing something to annoy him, then he has to keep up that mature facade of his.

He believes the others won't take him seriously should he reveal his actual personality, so really, when you're around others you'll only get glimpses of it from time to time.

It is mandatory from the Links to be stubborn, but Time takes the cake.

Maybe it is his age, but he will never change his mind, ever. No point in arguing.

So when he is silly, he is silly, but when he is serious he is terrifying, no exaggeration.

The worst part is that older people have a lot of respect in Hyrule, so no matter what he says, his word is law.

Now, don't get me wrong, by now, pet names are just a thing Time always does with you, in a way you barely hear your own name coming from his lips unless he's being really serious about something.

But actual words of affirmation? Not his thing.

He'd much rather be as clingy as glue to you when you're alone.

But, not like Sky's soft, light cuddles. Time Will basically smother you.

Seriously, it may be his sheer muscle mass, but he'll drap himself over you in a way you'll feel yourself surrounded by him.

In fact, the first time he did it you probably almost suffocated.

You'll get used to it eventually, though. Hopefully.

He's pontual and very strict as well, he and Hyrule are probably gonna be bickering in most matters involving you, like, for example, "five more minutes" naps.

Don't even try to trick him, you'll hear stuff like "I was your age once" and shit, the man will act like he's a hundred years old or something.

Then again, he might be, after all, he is older in mind than he is in body.

He was forced to mature quicker and went through a lot of trauma, that, and he also had to go back in time a lot of times.

Now that I think about it, he probably lived for longer than your grandparents. Just saying.

Yandere! Lu! Hyrule x Reader

Don't get him wrong, Hyrule is very much full of love, really. He cares about everyone equally.

Yet, as corny as that is, your name isn't "everyone", you're not anyone, you're you, how could he even think about possibly treating you the same way as he treats everyone else?

You're put on a pedestal, everyone else is treated equally by him, except you, you are treated like you are divine and not mortal like he is.

So you'll feel like a toddler 24/7 around Hyrule, he is not as stubborn as Time, he's just… Persistent.

The other Links will find themselves teasing him for it a lot, even if deep inside they are just the same.

Play nice, walk on the line and you'll have a Hyrule at your beck and call. If you know how to do it right, you will be able to use his babying to your own benefit, because trust me, his persistence can work on the Links much more than yours, after all, they trust him for being another Link.

I feel like he'd also help you keep pets, it may be his fairy nature, but he is just good with animals, especially with forest animals. Be them small or big.

Although he definitely has a soft spot for smaller pets, even more if you're the one asking him to bring along a pet you found.

Surprisingly or not, Hyrule is probably one of the most protective Links if you happen to lean more towards the naive/vulnerable side of the spectrum.

It's a general fairy headcannon of mine, but since fairies take care of forest and the animals there, specially the smaller or more vulnerable types of animals, then it's not new for them to be also quite protective towards humans close to them.

Bonus points if they have those traits.

But then again, you're Hyrule's darling, you may be as strong and independent as a Link yourself, but he'll still see you as in need of his care and attention at all times.

That also may or may not be another reason why Hyrule treats you like a toddler.

So yeah, coddling. Lots of it.

Hyrule is also a fan of small things, trinkets. Natural or shiny... Precious or useless... In his eyes all are treasures.

Treasures you'll find your bags and pockets full of.

He is absolutely a rock, cristal guy.

Imagine, you're just walking to another village, and suddenly Hyrule stops walking for a few moments, just to speed walk towards you again just a bit later, cleaning something he is holding in his hands with the help of his sleeve.

Then he hands you a small, clear rock, grinning.

Better get used to this, it's probably gonna happen at least once every day.

So yeah, love language is gift giving and acts of service.

I feel like he's very awkward with words of affirmation, he didn't spend a lot of time saying or hearing those, after all. Like most of the Links.

[askdennycotl]

Welcome!

This is an art/text ask blog for my Cult of the Lamb OC.

Rules/Warnings

This is a must-read for everyone!

This blog is not recommended for minors. The blog's age restriction is 16+. This blog may contain graphic and textual images of violence, images of blood, cult themes, suggestive and NSFW content, obscene language. Posts intended for adults will be marked as 18+. Now you are warned. I'm not responsible for people who ignore warnings and age restrictions.

Everything that happens on the blog is fictional and has nothing to do with reality.

I don't run 18+ rp with people under 18.

I have the full right to control the fate of my character the way I want.

Show basic respect when communicating with the mod.

You can't hurt Denny unless I want you to.

Not all questions will be answered. I usually don't answer questions if they've already lost their meaning in the plot or if I don't know how to answer them. Sometimes I need time to think about the answer, so it takes a while.

Besides this blog, I have my own real life, responsibilities, and other hobbies, so I don't always have time to respond to you.

English is not my native language, so there may be grammatical and spelling errors. Most of the time I use a translator, which sometimes translates incorrectly what I'm trying to say.

About Denny

She was found by the Lamb in the Darkwood.

Denny is an ordinary cultist. She's mainly engaged in farming and prayers at the shrine.

Traits:

Zealous

Pettable

Ascetic

Some facts about Denny

Denny's diary

Denny's diary

oct 30

nov 11

"Denny speaks like this."

"The Shadow/Demon speaks like this."

The actions look like this.

(Mod speaks like this) or like this.

Relationships

The Lamb - The Leader of the cult. Denny deeply respects them.

The Goat - Denny doesn't see them as a Leader and treats them neutrally.

*Jade - Denny's beloved. Currently dating.

*Lopina - Denny's daughter. Despite the fact that Lopina is not her biological daughter, Denny loves her with all her heart.

*Spellcaster - a close friend and mentor in magic.

Lola - a friend.

Sean, Dotty, Briar, Jhon, Nox, Obscurus, Keni, Candy - they can't be called friends yet, but Denny definitely thinks well of them and cares about them too.

Ethan (Scanny) - still a complicated relationship to be able to say something for sure. But Denny cares about him.

Narinder - neither friends nor enemies.

Silas - neither friends nor enemies. Denny had too little interaction with him to have any opinion.

Nim - all Denny knows about Nim is that she's Ethan's wife. Denny has no opinion about her. Well, maybe that she should take better care of Ethan.

Imora, Tally - Denny stopped thinking of them as enemies. But she's still calmer when they're not around.

Flowey - ENEMY. Denny would definitely try to burn that damn flower the next time they met.

'*' - the ones Denny cares about the most. Your relationship with these characters will affect your relationship with Denny.

Lola

Lola is a minor character in this ask blog. She will rarely answer questions and even less often take part in role-playing.

"Lola speaks like this."

About the Shadow

She/They/It

Name: ???

Age: ???

After Denny was cursed by anon, the Shadow settled in her mind and didn't disappear even after her death.

At the moment, the Shadow cannot take control of Denny's body. But Denny almost always hears their voice in her head, sees them in the shadows and in the reflection.

There are three ways the Shadow can take control of Denny's body. And under different conditions, they will behave differently.

Denny will voluntarily give up control for some reason.

Denny will experience critically negative emotions that she will not be able to keep control.

Sacrifice or take Denny's soul.

The third case is the most critical and should be avoided.

Remember that when control of the body belongs to the Shadow, Denny still feels, sees and hears everything.

The shadow is a powerful and dangerous creature. They are immortal and can't be killed.

There is only one way to rid Denny of the Shadow.

Others

@askacultleader as The Lamb

@no-less-than-a-lambgod as the Ascended Lamb

@ask-thepurplecrownbearer as The Goat, unholy Ally

@ask-theredcrown as The One Who Waits

@ask-thegreencrown as Leshy, Bishop of Chaos

@askthe-yellowcrown as Heket, Bishop of Famine

@ask-thebluecrown as Kallamar, Bishop of Pestilence

@ask-thepurplecrown as Shamura, Bishop of War

@disciplesofthelamb as Briar, Dotty and Silas

@askobscurusnahual as Obscurus

@spellcaster-dude as Spellcaster

@pbam0ney as Sean

@ask-follower-jade as Jade

@thepersonaking56 as Lopina

@nox-the-cat as Nox

@jhon-the-cat-follower as Jhon

Hi! I'm Jey. This is my first ask blog on tumblr.

You can also check out my main art blog: @jeyk2117

And my another blog for reblogs and anything else: @jeyirl-21

My second Cotl OC ask blog: @ask-followers-of-the-lamb

Gallery

Art 1

Art 2

Art 3

Art 4

Art 5

Art 6

Art 7

Art 8

Sketch 1

Sketch 2

Sketch 3

Sketch 4

Sketch 5

Sketch6

The Shadow 1

The Shadow 2

Denny humanization

Denny from my playthrough

Broken soul

Yandere Denny

Halloween art

Heathers cosplay

Bunny suit

Christmas bunny suit

Snow

Ice skating

Half Life AU

Circus AU

Meme

[deathbxnny]

Helloooo ! How r u ? Can I request how would HSR mens will react with a s/o that is the Herrscher of Finality ? (Like Jing Yuan, Blade, Welt and Dan Heng) s/o has the same power as this Herrscher, and that has travelled through HSR world with their powers. Would they make theories about them being someone related to Terminus (Aeon of Finality) ? And how they would react to their powers as well (like earth being placed down a samsara, stopping time, and maybe if you want ascending Herrschers ?)

It's okay if you don't, take care of you :D

(By the way, sorry if I'm making grammatical errors, english is not my original language :( )

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A/N: Hello Anon! Sorry this took years to complete and I hope you can forgive me for that! Also, thank you for the request! This maybe quite short though, as I admittedly stopped playing the game way before HoF came out and I don't know how to write alot for this. But I hope you'll like it anyways.

Content: Fluff, established relationship, mentions of battle, Reader has HoF abilities, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Blade

Blade doesn't ever admit it, but he finds your abilities secretly very intriguing. Even if he's absolutely convinced, that you somehow got them from an Aeon. Not that he really cares for their origins, as your strength and power is what he loves the most. Especially your ability to just stop time whenever you want, as he finds it to be the only moment he can find some peace from the busy world around him. He also will begrudgingly listen to you speak about your many journeys, acting like he doesn't care, as he leans in closer for more.

He always watches in anticipation, when you're in battle. The moment you use your abilities and defeat your unsuspecting enemies with ease, he always nods in quiet acknowledgement at your strength he respects so much. When you explain to him your origins and ability to even ascend herrschers, he finds himself even more impressed. Your power is unrivaled to him and anyone that dares disagree, will meet the end of his sword.

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》Jing Yuan

When he first learns of your abilities and strength, his mind immideatly theorises just how exactly you could have gained them. The first one that came to mind, was ofcourse you being somehow blessed by an Aeon and eventually, he concludes that that might just be true. You are certainly divine to him after all. And he has no qualms to use your great abilities for his plans and strategies as well. He has you therefore always working very closely to him and admires your powers that way to the fullest. He also always urges you to tell him about your travels and wants to know every single detail.

He secretly near worships your abilities on the battlefield, often standing back with a smug, proud smile, as you obliterate your common enemy. Your ability to ascend other herrschers also fills him with a deep need to know more and perhaps even see it himself. To say that he was absolutely smitten with you, would be an understatement.

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》Dan Heng

Dan Heng didn't really care much for your abilities. Not because he didn't find them impressive, he just simply saw no point in making a big deal out of them and simply just saw them as another part of you he loved dearly. He however doesn't mind you telling him all about your journeys and often wonders, if he can join you on the next one. He might even archive your stories for future use in his database.

On the battlefield, he'll nod impressively at your power and feats, but that's where his visible praise usually stops. Your time stopping abilities do intrigue him however, even if it isn't too noticeable. He just finds the way everything comes to a full stop, except for you and him, somewhat comforting. Especially when he can just hold onto the moment with you for just a bit longer.

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》Welt Yang

Welt was impressed by your abilities, but not surprised by them. He ofcourse knew all about Herrschers, having been one himself, which is why he doesn't make too much of a big deal out of it. He'll even help you with a cover story from everyone else too, if needed be. But with that said, he loves hearing of your travels and enjoys sharing his own stories too, whenever you catch up after missions. He chuckles softly, whenever you tell him about the theories people have about your existence, as he knows the full truth ofcourse.

He has your back during battles and often keeps you safe, even during your time stopping ability. He respects your power and strength and doesn't allow anyone to underestimate you. Even if he's the only person to know of your real origins, he takes alot of pride in having you as his s/o.

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A/N: Okay, I hope this was fine! And thank you again for the request!<33

[floralifetime]

Toruk Makto's Sister.

Warning: Very bad writing, some grammatical error (English is not my fist language so please be kind), mention of death, mention of bad parenting.

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Chapter n.3 Pursued by a Thanator

“Many people talk to nature and animals, not everyone is able to listen, however. It is such a pity."

The following morning, after a shared breakfast and making sure my brother was okay, I headed to the armory with my personal bow on my back and a quiver of arrows that will allow me to train for a couple of hours. Yes, I brought my bow with me, I don't use it in the army for clear reasons, but the calm and and lucidity needed to know how to use it well always helps me to clear my mind and relaxes me despite being a very tiring hobby. I am passionate about unconventional weapons, the bow and the scythe are my favourites, but knives also have a special place in my heart, throwing ones I mean.

I breathe deeply as I pull an arrow out of my quiver, position it, take aim and release the tightrope, the dart breaks the air and finds its place, in the center of the target in front of me and only then I release the breath I had been holding until now. The training went on for the two hours that I had calculated at the beginning, I must admit that archery has helped a lot, it has helped me to relax a little since I have been very excited since I opened my eyes this morning and that I don't walk, I fly for enthusiasm. At least that's what I do until I freeze in place because I see Colonel Quaritch looking around as if he's looking for someone in particular. I really hope it's not me, because anyone who considers this place only a conquest destination and has no respect for the life present here, I don't consider it worthy of my attention. I don't care who it is, maybe that's why Grace and I hit it off immediately, she hates Quaritch and Selfridge too, we feel alike. “Hey Sully!” I hear myself called by the only person present here besides me, the one I really didn't want to see, always my usual luck. I freeze in place, turning to him quickly, I see him walking with all the calm in the world in my direction, stopping only when he thinks he's gotten close enough. I don't know what's keeping me from taking at least four steps back to avoid it. “How can I help you, sir?” I ask forcing a smile, pretending a respectful tone as much as possible, I don't think I'm happy with it, the dislike I feel for him is greater than my ability to pretend. “You get straight to the point, huh? I like it, not wasting time on useless pleasantries.” he replies. “Precisely what you are doing, I think. So, what do you need?” he smiles and approaches further, this time I back away putting a little distance between the two of us, luckily he understands the hint and stops on the spot. "You're right, I apologize, Sully." I glared at him for a couple of minutes and he only spoke when I raised an impatient eyebrow. “I wanted to know where your brother is. I'm sure you've seen it, I mean, after Tommy's death you wouldn't gladly part with the other one, right?” my eyes widen, this is bullshit, using Tommy's death to get what he wants. I wonder, if he has no qualms about using such a biting and painful topic for me just to get such simple information, what is he willing to do to get something more? The possibilities are endless for someone like him and it scares me a lot.

“I don't know exactly where he is, the only thing I know for sure is that he's not here in the armory, but I think you've already figured it out since you have working eyes.” I retort trying to regain a minimum of that character that distinguishes me when it comes to my family. "I can't believe you don't know exactly where he is." he smiles mockingly while I have to do my best to repress a growl that has very little human. "What I know I've already told you, and see if you can do something productive and useful, if you need my brother, go find him by yourself." I answer. “Aw, did I hurt little Sully's feelings? I thought that sharpshooter had to be calm and concentrated to do their job well…" he turns to leave and I, unable to resist the anger I feel for him, put on my bow, nock my arrow and let it go, breaking one part of the fabric of the shirt he wears, just near his neck. He turned around slowly, his eyes wide open, I can't tell if he was scared, but he didn't expect such a thing, that's for sure. The corner of my mouth quirks in a mocking, cheeky smile as I put my bow away and shrug slightly. "I'm a sharpshooter, I don't miss the target, if I didn't hit you it means I don't want to hit you for now." "You're making a grave mistake, Sully." he growls. “Yes, like your mother when she gave birth to you.” I retort as I leave, shouldering him hard enough to force him to move a little from the position he was in.

“Grace, can I tell you something?” I ask her as I pass her the mixture she needs. "Certain." she cuts it short as she applies it. “I saw Quaritch in the armory.” Grace raises an eyebrow and glares at me out of the corner of her eye, slowing her work. "And? He's a Marine, like your brother. It is normal to see him in the armory.” “I thought so too. At least until he asked me about my brother." She interrupts her work to turn to me and look at me, she knows exactly how I feel about them since my opinion matches hers. “What did he want?” she asks suspiciously. "I don't know exactly, he wanted to know where he was." “Did you tell him?” cautious question. "Absolutely not! You know I would never feed my brother to him!" I don't even pronounce his name because he is hateful. "What did you tell him?" she asks. "That I didn't know exactly where he was." She reflects for a while. "I don't like that he wanted to know, ask your brother for an explanation." I nod. “Do you think he want something from Jakey? I don't think he just wants to ask how the journey was, he doesn't care." Grace nods in concentration. "Obviously he wants something, Quaritch is not the type to care about anything other than achieving his goals, no matter how inhuman and violent they are." her voice takes on a melancholy tone, just as her gaze is lost in memories that I cannot touch, which occurred before my arrival here. “I'd rather Quaritch just leave my brother alone, I really don't want to know Jakey with characters like that.” We are silent for a couple of minutes before I speaks again "Do you think that… Does he want to involve Jakey in his plans?" I ask. "It's possible, I hope not for you anyway. In any case we just have to wait, because at this moment we have nothing in our hands, keep an eye on your brother and ask him for explanations when you learn that he has been chatting with Quaritch. ” I sigh heavily "But Grace, Jakey is an adult, and he's stubborn…If I try to investigate too much he might get annoyed and not tell me anything." "Be discreet, then." I nod. "There's something about what I said that doesn't convince you, right?" she asks me and I deny. “It's not so much what you said, it's that it makes me anxious knowing that Quaritch is looking for my brother for reasons of his, which I don't know, and knowing the character, there can't be good reasons that push him to talk to Jakey. On the other hand, my brother is an adult and can make the decisions he wants, I can't help it, unfortunately or fortunately, it depends on the case. I trust my brother, he's all I have left, I know he wouldn't do something that would make me feel bad." I conclude. I don't trust Quaritch, I don't now and I never will, but I trust my brother.

“I don't know who gave you a gun but I doubt his intelligence, Jakey.” I smile. “Hey, aren't you glad you have your big brother to protect you?” he smiles mockingly, slightly flexing the muscles of his arms, just to show his strength. I roll my eyes and smile. “You are such an exhibitionist…” “But you love me for that too, right little sister?” he makes puppy eyes, and once I nod and shake my head, he tosses my hair affectionately.

Time X has now come and we are boarding Trudy's Samson to be transported deep into the forest of Pandora for the mission. “Well, nice to meet you guys, I'm Trudy and my job is to escort you deep into the forest and pick you up.” the pilot welcomes us from her driving seat. “Trudy, I'm so glad to see you!” I exclaim, I hadn't seen her yet because she was already up when we arrived with our Avatar bodies. Trudy turned to me and smiled. "Do you recognize me?" I asked her, curious. “You are very different, of course, but yes, I recognize you. Your gentle gaze is always the same, it is unmistakable.” I blush heavily, I'm not very used to believing compliments, even though my older brother never misses an opportunity to give them to me. "See? I'm not the only one who says you're beautiful!" Jakey teases me as I pat his shoulder lightly and playfully while the others giggle. "Anyway checks your older brother, I already asked him to deal with the weapons, makes sure he doesn't get too happy about it." this time it was my turn to laugh as Jakey pouted, I have to admit that even though he's my older brother, he's downright adorable with that frown on his face. "You look really adorable with that expression, you know that?" I ask him smiling, he quickly turns his head towards me, his eyes wide. He brings both hands to his chest, pressing them against his heart in pretended fainting. “This is really bad, little sister!” he whimpers. “You struck deep into my pride as it shattered along with my poor Marine heart!” he leans back in the seat, pretending to die, mouth open and tongue out. I burst out laughing and hugged him as best I could, Jakey stood still for a couple of seconds and then returned his hug laughing. “Jakey?” I asked just before lifting my head from his shoulder. "Yes?" she answered, gently tugging at one of my braids. “What did Quaritch want? Did he find you in the end?” he stiffens slightly before answering. "Nothing important, really. He wanted to make sure I protected you well and did a good job. Not big deal, Sweety.” I nod even if his slight initial stiffness makes me think. "Ok, now we're off, get ready!" announces Trudy.

“Bye Trudy, remember to pick us up!” I yell at her once she gets off the Samson, the noise it makes is deafening and drowns out our voices, so that we are all forced to scream. “Of course not, I would never forget my best friend, who do you take me for!? Think about being careful rather than tell me about it, okay?” I nod as I look around, noticing a plethora of Stingbats hovering around the craft. "Careful, those are Stingbats, and their venom is very dangerous." Grace informs us. “Little sister, be careful…What the heck?!” a couple of Stingbats had detached themselves from the group and started circling me, at face level, but they didn't seem willing to attack me. I chuckled slightly, spinning around, following the two little animals. One of them, particularly sociable, landed on my shoulder, he didn't seem intimidated or even aggressive towards me, I slowly approached his hand to his little head, and then stroked him slowly, I didn't want to make sudden movements so as not to scare him, their low intelligence makes them perfect prey, so sudden movements are not the best, despite their very high vision. He let himself be given a couple of caresses, and then flew off peacefully with the others. “Bye little ones!” I greeted them, then turned to my mission mates, and Trudy who was still with us. Grace simply had an eyebrow raised, not surprised by this "strangeness" all mine, Trudy smiled and winked at me, while Norm and my brother had such big eyes that they looked like owls. “Have you touched and interacted with any Stingbats and are you still alive? And do you still have all your fingers? Didn't they stung you or attack you?" Norm asks in a tone somewhere between tense and amazed. "That's interesting too, but it's also true that those flying outside the base have never attacked you, I'm right Y/N?” Grace smiles, while I nod. "You know how dangerous they are, right? Surely you know, you've been trained…" "Of course I know, also because, if you had listened to Grace, you would have known that outside the base where we come from there are quite a few, but nothing has ever happened to me.” Norm turns to Grace, who nods in concentration. "Nothing has ever happened to her, I confirm. They have never been aggressive, even though she often went out in the evening to observe the stars and the sky." Grace informs him, "In fact, it happened often enough that they would stop flying around the sentry guns and come flying near me, but I was never once stung or attacked." I smile. “And is there an explanation for this behavior?” asks Norm who has overcome the concern, leaving only the wonder to take possession of him. "No, not that I know of at least." Grace says. “Looks like you still got a handle on it, sis.” Jakey winks at me as I blush again. “Do what?” Norm asks. “Well, let's say that she has always had a predilection for animals and nature in general, despite the fact that many forms of plant life have now completely disappeared from our planet. What I mean is that she doesn't seem to have lost the magical touch about her." he giggles as I look everywhere but at them.

Since I was a child I developed a great empathy and sensitivity towards animals and plants, I was not very popular in our country, I only had my older brothers because I was considered "strange" and "weak" given my basically kind and unselfish personality. I didn't have any friends and things at home couldn't be said to be that much better, my parents didn't care much about me like they didn't care much about Tommy and Jakey, we always rolled up our sleeves to take care of all three together. This loneliness prompted me to develop a high capacity for identification with animals, often strays, who were mistreated or ignored like me, I don't know exactly how, but this also applies to plants, as if I were able to perceive and feel their suffering, as if I felt it myself, just by looking at them. I took care of them, and they, in turn, helped me in my time of need, becoming my most loyal friends and making my "weird" reputation worse than in the beginning. But every cloud has a silver lining, as if I hadn't already pulled out my claws when it came to defending my brothers, I definitely pulled them out for the animals and so I can say that they also helped me get stronger, without losing my kindness and humanity, which on Earth as we know it, is absolutely not a given.

“It is something that she has been carrying around since she was a child, I dare say, since she was born!” Jakey smiles. “Okay, but that's enough now because we're not here to talk, but to accompany me to collect various samples. Now, let's stick together and not part, okay? The forest is dangerous at any hour but even more at night. Have I been clear?” Grace brings everyone back to reality while also saving me from a very embarrassing situation, I can't thank her enough for that. We all nod and I instinctively approach my brother, squeezing next to him. "Come on let's go, let's not waste time!" the scientist prods us and we set off into the depths of the forest, with my warning to Jakey, to be careful with his gun, which echoed behind us.

The forest was magnificent, of a luxuriant green, it didn't need that there were who knows how many noises to guess the life that lived there, strong in its prosperity. The few sounds that were heard all came from the various groups of animals to which the forest provided a verdant refuge, who regularly saw the gun of my evil mastermind older brother pointed at them. “Jakey, how many times do I have to tell you not to point the weapon at any source of noise?” I ask him. “But what do we know if a predator is hiding there in the middle of the branches? Prudence is never too much.” he replies as he points his weapon at peaceful Prolemuris. “Those, Jakey, aren't predators.” I specified. “Your sister is right, Marine, their name is Prolemuris, and they won't attack anyone here as they are non-aggressive, despite living in very large groups.” The yellow eyes of the creatures moved constantly between me and everyone else, especially Jakey who, being close to me, was even closer than the others to them. Their inquisitive eyes soon move definitively to me, who smiles softly, tilts my head to one side and approaches them calmly, carefully listening to their lively chirps and trying to reproduce them, which I do well enough to let some of them down so that I find myself face to face with three of them, who look at me happy, they seem to have understood that I'm not an enemy and that I'd like to play a bit with them. I have always thought that animals, terrestrial or otherwise, have a higher capacity for understanding than is normally attributed to them. As if they feel and knew how to distinguish the good people from the bad ones, the weird one of the group, after all.

I gently extend an arm towards them, it seems to me that they are a young male or female given its liveliness, a mother with a baby on her back and another who I think is a male who has come to check the situation, especially the mother with the puppy as they are very protective of their puppies. The livelier one climbs without hesitation on my hand, cheerfully chirping along my entire arm to then land on my shoulder, and starting to lightly pull some strands of my hair. “Hey, little guy! Stop pulling my hair…" I slowly turned my face towards him and moved my finger just as slowly, to then stroke his little head, he liked the attention because he chirped happily, starting to climb further, settling on my head. I chuckle as I slowly bend down to observe the mother with the baby, he will not have been bigger than my hand. The mother also leaned towards me and I made her little head collide with her nose, which she rubbed against my cheek affectionately, allowing me to stroke both her and the baby. The puppy climbed onto my finger, and when I gently approached him he nuzzled my cheek, making me giggle. He was really adorable, as much as his mom who chirped happily when I helped the little one get back to her, safe and sound. The male, initially suspicious, had calmed down and approached, leaning towards my nose, touching or examining with a curious look, his movements made me giggle, he seems to like my laugh because he chirped happy and curious every time he noticed how my nose would move. I interacted with them for a couple more minutes before they all retreated together. “Bye little ones, have a nice day!” I greeted them as I watched my brother walk towards me with a knowing look on his face and a smirk on his lips.

“And we are already at two animals that react in a particular way with you.” Grace smiles as Jakey walks me over to her and Norm. “I said it, you have an innate predisposition towards nature and animals. She doesn't surprise me that this is the case." grins my brother. “Well, you must be right, Prolemuris are very protective of their puppies and something like this has definitely never happened before.” Norm nods. "Come on, let's continue but be careful, surely the Na'vi are already keeping an eye on us." begins Grace. “And definitely under fire.” I conclude as we walk.

“Be careful, this is Hammerhead Titanothere territory.” warns Grace. "Are they dangerous?" Jakey inquires putting his hand on the gun he's carrying around. "No, at least they're not angry, they're herbivores but it would be better not to underestimate them…Take them like Pandora's rhinos." I inform him and Jakey nods, looking around, immediately noticing the particular plants, the fluorescent mushrooms which, as soon as they are touched, sink into the ground as a form of defense. Their name is Helicoradian, and they are not very happy to entertain my brother as he was intent on playing, touching them repeatedly. I could feel that the mushrooms didn't appreciate Jakey's way of having fun at all, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, it seemed to me that I was connected with the forest itself, as if her heart beat in conjunction with mine. “Jakey, please don't play with this plant.” I said approaching him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's fun to see how they retreat to the ground." Jakey chuckled. "Yes, I guess it is for you and don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're having fun and enjoying being here, but that plant doesn't appreciate the way you do it at all, you know? Its retreat into the ground is a form of defense, she thinks you mean to hurt her.” My brother turns to me, raising an eyebrow and continuing to do what he was doing despite my warnings, prompting the entire group of Helicoradian to retreat, showing a Hammerhead Titanothere not at all happy with Jakey's intervention and his presence. My brother, definitely known for his intelligence, seeing that the Hammerhead Titanothere was obviously aggressive, pointed his gun at him, while Grace and Norm joined us, having previously departed to collect the famous samples we went out for in the first place.

“Don't shoot him, you'll just irritate him!” Grace warned him. “And what do I do with this beast? Shall I waltz with it?” sarcastic question my brother. The Hammerhead slammed her hammer into the trees nearby. “He's pissed already, by the way!” “Jakey, what do you think you do to a Hammerhead? Your bullets on its outer shell have the same effect as teeth on armor.” “Then what do we do?” my brother asks continuing to hold him at gunpoint. "Don't shoot or try to attack him, if you were to attempt such a feat he would charge you with all his strength, you wouldn't like to suffer such a thing." says Grace. Jakey obviously doesn't listen to her and, trying to drive the animal away, fires a shot at it, so the Hammerhead charges at Jakey, stopping confused when I stand between them, ignoring Jakey who tries everything to push myself behind him. My arms are raised and slightly forward, with my hands open and palms facing him, so that he realizes that I have no weapons and, therefore, am not an enemy. "Shh…It's alright, you're scared, aren't you?” I whisper softly, moving my hands slowly, always so as not to frighten him, I have to be careful and be delicate to resolve this situation without anyone getting hurt.

"You see? I don't have those ugly things that other people have." I nod after he looks at me curious and even a little suspicious for a couple of minutes. “Can I come closer, honey?” my voice seems to reassure him, so I approach slowly, calmly, while he looks at me curiously. "It's okay, you're fine, I promise." I smile softly, when I'm close enough I tenderly pass a hand on his neck and head, while he grumbled contentedly approaching me. "I'm sorry if we scared you, baby, it wasn't our intention, I promise." I smile, while I caress him. “Little one? Is that small?” Jakey asks bewildered, I ignore him while I scratch his head. The interaction between us goes on for a while, until the Hammerhead runs away scared, I don't know from what.

"What the heck happened?" Jakey asked, as dazed as I was by the animal's rapid change in mood. We turned slowly and we were greeted by the worst sight that could greet us, worse even than a group of armed and angry Na'vi. A big Thanator, straight and proud that he looked at us as if we were his next tasty dinner. "What do we do with this? Run away? Don't run away?" Jakey asked as he raised his weapon, pointing it at the Thanator. "We definitely run!" I scream. We started running and soon, in the confusion, separated. Jakey and I were running at breakneck speed, with him trying everything to keep me from falling behind him and when he could he fired a few shots at the beast, trying to drive it away but increasing his anger, continuing to run we came up to a waterfall with the water that formed a lake under it. I heard the speedy footsteps of the predator getting closer and closer, I looked around to look for a possible way out that didn't include diving headlong into a lake of unknown size and depth. I found none and, by the time it took me to inspect the surroundings around us, the Thanator had caught up with us and had aimed at my brother who had his back to him trying to control the height of the cliff where we were. Just as the Thanator leapt forward to attack Jakey, I positioned myself between him and the predator, pushing my brother off the cliff with all my strength. Jakey screamed in surprise and fell forward, staggering forward and feeling a strange tiredness I ran and plunged headlong into the lake below us.

Once I hit the water, a sharp, excruciating pain pierces my shoulder making me gasp to reach the surface and get to the shore, I can only get back up thanks to the help of my brother who has joined me. "What happened? Are you ok?" he asks me worried. “I think the Thanator scratched me before we jumped…” Jakey gently grabbed my arm and checked the open wound which was still bleeding, not the best. "Damn it!! Take off your shirt, we're using it as a makeshift blindfold. Put my coat over it to cover you up.” he says pulling off the military textured coat he's wearing as I proceed to take off my shirt and wrap it around my shoulder, then put on Jakey's jacket. "We've parted ways with Norm and Grace, we don't know where we are and it's getting dark, it couldn't get any worse!" he moans helping me to my feet. "I'm sorry, I don't want to slow you down, but my arm hurts." I start by trying to reach him. “Can you go slower, please?” I ask as he stops, letting me join him. "Imagine, does it hurt so much?" he asks while I just nod.

This is chapter 3 and yes I know it took me forever to get this out😅…Sorry to anyone who has read and enjoyed so far but it's been a busy few days and I couldn't find a good time to write. I apologize so much, and I take this opportunity to thank anyone who has read up to now, hoping that they have enjoyed everything❤️.

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◜⋆ ࣪ still with you, jeon jungkook ꒰ intro!

Genre: Reunion of former best friends, attempt at comedy, angst, drama & more.

Chapter Warnings: Nothing too serious, just Jk being something... Stupid with the protagonist who in fact, has a name! I can't get used to putting Y/N, sorry, it's wattpad's fault. Flashbacks at the beginning. Jungkook ptd era, a few months before, I don't know, it looks like it did at the end of 2020.

Note!: Sorry if this has grammatical errors of any kind, English is not my first language but I try, take the liberty of (without the need to be cruel, please) correct or point out anything that doesn't make sense. It's not my first time writing a fanfic (surprise, this is part of one of those) but it's my first time publishing some of what I commonly write on wattpad by this app. Let me know what you think!

I've never been the kind of positive person who sees the glass half full or the rainbow after the storm. You could say it was quite the opposite.

I saw the empty glass and had no expectations that there would be water nearby that could fill it, nor did I expect calm after the storm, for all my life I lived in the midst of an eternal one. A frightening, never-ending downpour of bad times and dealings, one after another, another and another.

Naturally, having grown up in the midst of so much disaster, I became one. At the young age of fifteen, adults labeled me a lost cause.

At school the teachers called my attention every time I opened my mouth to give my humble and irreverent opinion on any subject they exposed, they punished me for not doing my homework, for falling asleep in class, for punching some idiot who wanted to be too clever with me and they ended up scolding me for wearing the untidy uniform or sometimes, incomplete.

At home, my parents' attitude toward me was not very different from that of the teachers at school; Yelling, punishment and a few blows for being me… A lost cause that didn't want to be found. I had them fed up.

And I was also tired of having to fight everyone who stood in front of me. Or well, with almost anyone who dared to cross eyes with me, because there was one exception. The only person on the face of the Earth with whom I dared not even jokingly argue was my paternal cousin, Min Yoongi.

The twenty-year-old (back then obviously, duh) was one of the few, or the only person I still had a shred of respect for. But he had earned it in large part by the way he ignored the words of his parents, my uncles, and left home to try to make a living doing what he loved most: music. The other part of my respect came from the fact that when I talked to him like everyone else, like he was stupid and his IQ was -20, he gave me damn devilish looks that sent shivers down my spine.

Min Yoongi was the only living being on the face of the Earth that I listened to and obeyed. Most of the time.

And when my parents realized that, they took advantage. They took advantage of the fact that when he spoke, I seemed to be listening to a prophet of the apocalypse willing to make me survive a few more days, and they also took advantage of Yoongi's economic shortages.

The cards my parents decided to play were simple but advantageous to both parties, supposedly. From my point of view, they put on my cousin's shoulders a responsibility that did not belong to him and that would end up leaving him bald before he was forty: They made him my official babysitter.

Every afternoon, Yoongi had to pick me up when my school day ended and then, since my parents didn't trust my judgment one bit, the pale man had to take care of me for the rest of the day until nightfall; The first few days were boring, if I'm completely honest.

Since I didn't have the trust of adults, I didn't have the privilege of staying home alone, doing nothing and procrastinating. Yoongi would pick me up from high school and then we would walk back to my house, where we would eat whatever mom had prepared before going to work, he would help me do some chores (which initially I didn't even plan to do but that I ended up doing because he got as stubborn as a mule), we would watch TV and when the clock struck ten minutes past eight, he was leaving.

That was our routine the first week, in his second week as a nanny, Min Yoongi finally deigned to introduce me to the boys he had hung out with to try to fulfill her dream.

"She's Hanami”. He said simply, by way of introduction.

“Tell me Hannah, not Hanami. If they do, they're going to get by…” His disapproving look was what made me shut up and smile sweetly not like me. “Just kidding. But I really prefer to be called the first thing”.

Five of the six boys standing in front of me nodded their heads unconvinced. I even think I heard one of them, the tallest and lankiest, whisper something similar to another that he feared for his life.

I stifled the urge to snort and began to explore the room I was in with my eyes. Yoongi had taken me to the small apartment where he said he was living. It wasn't very big or small, it was the perfect size for two people to live comfortably.

The problem is that it was inhabited by seven and that's why it looked tiny. There were things cluttering every space and the neatness, well, it left a lot to be desired. It was a never-ending mess, underwear everywhere, a huge pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, the cushions in the living room were lying on the wooden floor, and the bedrooms…

I felt a chill as I looked at everything in detail. And an immense curiosity overshadowed that spasm when in my field of vision appeared the sixth boy who had been left out of the dry presentation that was given to me.

He beat me by a few centimeters in height, his hair was as black as the… What do I know, the blackest black hole in the galaxy? And equally dark, round eyes that watched me with a certain fear. I was amused to see the feeling heightened when he saw me move in his direction.

“Am I scary?” That was the first thing that came out of my mouth when I was a measly thirty centimeters away from the boy.

I didn't need a verbal response because his body gave him away. He took a few steps back from me, and his voice trembled as he uselessly shook his head:

“No, you're not scary”. Yes, credible.

I chuckled and took the steps he had taken back. This time he stayed in place and when he scanned my face, I could see something else in his half-slaughtered lamb eyes. He wasn't afraid of me for being me, unlike the other lanky guy, he was afraid of me just for being a girl.

And I confirmed it when I extended my hand to him in a friendly way to introduce ourselves properly.

“You heard that my name is Hanna, tell me your name” He looked at me full of insecurity, nervous “Go on, tell me”.

His lips cocked into a grimace, but he ended up going along with me.

"My name is Jungkook," he muttered, clasping our limbs loosely.

“Ah, do you see? It wasn't that hard,” I squeezed his hand tightly before letting go. “You don't have to fear, I don't bite and when I do, it's usually in a fight”.

He was petrified and I began to wonder if Bambi's little eyes lacked humor, because he didn't laugh at the joke that moments later, I had to clarify. That seemed to relieve him.

I was relieved that after that awkward exchange, and as the days went by that I shared with the group of boys, Jungkook became my person; We were the same age, had an intense taste in common for banana milk, and had the same revulsion for the subject of English. We were both similar teenagers living completely opposite lives.

But it was part of what brought us closer together.

When I was in high school, so did Jungkook. In the evenings, when we were supposed to be doing our homework, he was rehearsing some new choreography, a new song, recording something in the studio or composing. And I went with him.

Seen from the outside point of view, the situation could be understood to mean that I was the one who did not leave the boy alone. But seen from my perspective, he was the one who wouldn't let me leave his side. And I wasn't complaining.

He would call me on the phone every morning while we were on our way to school, ask me to stop by the agency (with which he and the other six boys, including my cousin, had signed to start their artistic career) in the afternoons, on weekends he would invite me to his dorm room to do absolutely nothing together or on the contrary, help you clean up all the clutter accumulated in the place. I agreed to everything without hesitation or thinking too much, because I liked it.

Jungkook seemed to enjoy my company and I enjoyed his. I enjoyed and rejoiced in the feeling of feeling indispensable to someone. To even be pleasing in the eyes of another human being.

While I was with him, the problematic Hanami, the one with the worst grades, the useless one with no future, and any negative qualifying adjective with which I had been described before, disappeared. And in contrast, I turned into a bunch of other brilliant, beautiful adjectives.

Being with Jungkook, it was Hanami who was wise, Hanami who - proudly - could eat more than three servings of gimbap, it was Hanami who was the expert in movies and in making the wittiest jokes.

It made me feel like the sun when it was, indeed, the moon. Jeon was the planet earth around which I revolved.

“If she asks you out again, say no,” I raised my hand in the air when the jet-haired man meant to speak. “She threw you lunch a few days ago, it's all clear”.

Nothing was clear to the one-eyed Bambi and he let me know.

“It was an accident, she apologized to me and then offered to share her own. I don't see the problem”. He crossed his arms while dumbfounded.

“Realize, Jungkook! She did it on purpose to make what you just told me happen. She likes you!” I covered my mouth with both hands after I shouted the undeniable truth.

Jeon only raised both eyebrows, but he didn't even flinch, unlike me.

We had been talking for at least forty minutes about a girl in his class who had spent the previous weeks harassing my friend, who, being excessively kind and typical of him, had not dared to send her to… far, far away. He didn't stop and that day, as I remember, she asked him out.

I objected to his acquiescence, and Jungkook would not budge or be willing to follow my advice.

“She likes me, isn't that reason enough to go out together?"

I snorted, stressed. Another way Jeon and I were similar was how stubborn we occasionally were. We stood firm with our decisions until the end.

I was about to roll my eyes one last time when the most timely and juicy idea crossed my mind.

“Okay. If you agree to go out with your partner, I'll ask Taehyung to go on a date.” The roles of who was the most indignant and in disagreement were reversed, it was I who was now watching with disbelief and despair.

“And why Taehyung, Hanami?!” In short, I got him out of his boxes, there were few times when he called me by my full name. “Think again, you fool!”

I let go of the grip on my shoulders, just as I had grabbed him seconds before, and pretended to think, as if weighing his request.

“Nope. If I'm going to date anyone, I want it to be with Tae. Have you seen it? He's funny and he has good taste in music,” Jungkook pretended to vomit at my feet after hearing the way I described his friend and partner.

Just as I refused to let my best friend go out with that bullie, Jeon refused to visualize a reality in which I had anything to do with the younger Kim's. As he once explained to me, one of the many in which I joked that I liked Tae, said that it would be strange and that if things went wrong between me and the square-smiled boy, I wouldn't be able to take sides.

“Go out with anyone else but not Taehyung, please” he complained in a chant, shaking my arms.

I don't know if it was the work of the wise universe or a coincidence, but while Jungkook threw his tantrum begging him to find another candidate to go out, my first supposed choice appeared in the practice room we were in.

He was wearing black sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt that was noticeably larger and made him look smaller than he actually was.

He stood behind Jungkook, who, in his temper tantrum, did not notice the grimaces of displeasure that Kim directed at him. It was inevitable to let out a laugh when Taehyung made a face that I thought was funny.

“Do you still dare to laugh…?”

“Leave Hannini alone, Jungkook,” Tae interrupted, pushing aside the man and passing an arm around my shoulders in a friendly manner. “I told you you should be my best friend, but you refused”.

It was common for Taehyung to spontaneously show up and start talking about anything, joking and jumping from topic to topic every five seconds. It could be stunning at first. And it annoyed Jungkook that he hinted that he could be a better friend to me than he was.

“I just don't want to be your best friend, Taehyung,” he frowned. “I want us to go for a walk and hold hands”. I pulled his arm out of my arm and clasped our hands quickly.

I took him by surprise and saw that he was about to make a disgusted face, but I gave him a squeeze and surreptitiously looked at the round-eyed man who was looking at us without believing my audacity.

He picked up on my true intentions, relaxed, and played along.

“Oh my dear Hanna, you don't know the joy that fills my heart when I hear you say these beautiful words.” Drama was Taehyung's middle name, though I attributed that drama to a behavior learned from the eldest within his group.

The hand we were holding became on his chest for a few seconds before Jungkook slapped it away. He was outraged, furious and… He looked too cute like that.

“Yah, you're not going out anywhere together!” The youngest of the three of us tugged at my hand and pulled me quickly away from Tae, who could barely contain his mocking laughter. “Stop bothering me, both of you”.

As expected, we did the opposite. Taehyung looked at me and I looked at him, then we looked at Jungkook and our fit of laughter erupted. At that age we used to laugh a lot at the expense of Bambi's little eyes, probably because he was funny without even trying and he wasn't aware of it.

What I'm well aware of is that this fifteen-year-old Jeon Jungkook doesn't share the same feelings for me that the current Jungkook harbors.

“I don't like it, change it or something.”

I refrain from literally pulling the strands of my hair or shouting a whole string of insults at him and contrary to everything above that someone in my situation and with a sane mind would do, I offer him my most false but pleasant smile before in a calm tone, ask:

“What's not to your liking this time, huh? Because we've changed the track five times, your part of the lyrics three times and the name twice.”

Most of the time I love my job, it makes me feel fulfilled and with a reason to live, spending my time locked in the studio making musical arrangements, composing side by side with other people and helping in the recording of new songs satisfies me. And I never thought I would become one of those people who hates to work because that's precisely why I had chosen to dedicate myself to this, because no one can be unhappy if they earn money doing something they love.

But I was wrong, I've been hating with every inch of my body and heart, working. The last three months have been horrible and all I want is to be fired, to be fired without a chance to come back even if I beg, because I wouldn't. If I do beg, it will be for them to change the group from which they put me as the main producer.

“And I'm still not convinced one bit, despite all the changes you mentioned,” Jungkook says cynically. I want to punch him “It doesn't matter, I think we'll have to do everything from scratch.”

I'm going to punch him, I'm going to take his head in my hands, and I'm going to smash it against the computer keyboard until he thinks about the great stupidity he just spouted so lightly.

I'm about to open my mouth and probably ruin my short but flawless career as a producer when the studio door is suddenly opened and a certain twenty-something saves me from being unemployed.

“Hanni, the food has arrived, let's eat because I feel like I'm out of my mind- Oh, sorry for interrupting!” When Yeonjun realizes who I'm with, he doesn't take long to bow several times to apologize “You can also come and eat with us, hyung”.

I give the turquoise-haired man a disapproving look and he gives it back to me. Yeonjun doesn't understand why I claim that Jungkook doesn't like me and I don't understand why he just invited him to eat with us when these last few months I've repeated to him ad nauseam that I feel some discomfort around him.

Both are half-truths, of course. But I also can't tell Choi that one of his idols and I have known each other since we were stupid teenagers - more him than me - and that the reason he knows and claims that he doesn't like me is because that's exactly what happens.

Jeon Jungkook hates me, he's not happy that we've met again after years of not hearing anything from me and I completely understand.

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7th Dimension (Chapter 7.8)

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Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: (Part 9) Mind Training with Gojo Satoru had been beneficial to the both of you. You were given a mission to bake him sweets and in return of earning a 10/10 rating from the Great Teacher Gojo would result for a Shopping Spree treat from the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive. Additional Summary for this chapter: From your transference of your world to Satoru's have been actually forecasted by an undisclosed diviner that obscured his prophesies in the dark. Nonetheless, what was meant to be envisioned for you had all been a trifling matter because he had seen nothing but a nullity of a future set out as you walk upon Satoru's dimension. Except for the fact that Fukumoto Daichi knew you also were an erudite when it came to the happenings that was set forth for the Jujutsu Society in the near future.

Warnings: Fukumoto Daichi is not a character from Jujutsu Kaisen along with Sasaki Hibito as well. They're both OG characters created by me. | Satoru's still being Satoru. Other than the menace being a menace, none. Just a lil' bit suggestive somehow because Satoru's sexy as heck---*rolls on the ground*

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YOU'VE PATIENTLY WAITED FOR THE TRAIN ON THE SIDE. Another ice-lolly on hand that Satoru has promised to invest you in. His own strawberry popsicle guzzled within seconds. As expected from an unusual man who had a terrible, gnarly sweet-tooth. There wasn't much people that bordered. The veiled excitement balling upon your soles, making you senselessly wriggle those toes of yours inside your shoes, playing along your weight with the heels of your feet as it appeared like a child eager to be taken to the first destination of her field trip.

Bzzt. Bzzt. Satoru could feel his phone vibrate inside his pockets. The default ring tone of his cellphone pealing out loud, over and over again.

He never cared to put it on silent. Unmoved by how it look as though he was definitely needed to be somewhere.

Gojo was doing it on purpose. Ignoring the call, that is. In no circumstance did he bother to answer again as he knew it was either Yaga ranting and raving for his irresponsibleness or Ijichi being chided for his faults that has been put to the assistant director's blame.

"You're not answering that?" your tone seemed mirthful than ever, bringing the stuff toy below your chin while the other held onto the wooden stick. The cold dessert you were clutching onto was now polished off to the ends; the piece of wood aimed directly at Satoru's phone that was kept inside the pocket of his jeans.

You've held a palm out to him, signaling for him to wait as your feet skipped through the cemented grounds, throwing the garbage inside the proper recycling bin. Even though, Satoru did not appear to be looking. He basically was keeping track of where you walked upon.

Filled with vim. Your feet having the springs as you've pranced back, being all smiles and giggly. He'd given you his regard and another of his toothy grins, intentionally ignoring your question.

"You should at least hide your excitement, Tiny-Chan."

The train was fast enough for you to emit a sound of excitement; a faint squeal that went straight passed out of your mouth, heedless that you've ought to say it out loud. The train speaker declared its standard procedures in their native language, stating upon which station they were currently in---where both you and Satoru are located in.

You've taken short, overjoyed leaps through the entryway, snapping your head from left to right once situated inside and saw how there weren't a lot of people aside from a college looking student who had thick, square eyeglasses that sat on the farthest end of the train over the boundary where another hatch were interloping and connecting with the other door, a periphery of the area.

This stranger had his head leaning along the window behind him. He'd audibly sighed his frustration out underneath his breath. Mind elsewhere, currently in a pensive state as he was burdened over complications that has happened with his work and towards subsidiary affairs.

Activities which can be considered as a religion he worshipped. A lone divinity adulated by a faction of individuals they've devoted their lives for, depending on their own scriptures or gospels delivered by a deity they offer all their reliance on. People were of many creeds and cultures. Humanity embodied boundless beliefs. Divine beings reverenced by traditions that were established years before. 

Each one had their own doctrines of predestinations. It was just a matter of faith or a member of the human race to perceive and accept their designated sects with accepted pieties and the sanctity of one. 

"If 'Toru' has a tiny spot of grime...I'm strangling you alive, Satoru!"

You've caught this stranger's attention when you've given a loud, rowdy exclamation of your own irrefutable threat. The man lethargically blinked to himself, keeping his head away from the window before he'd been knocked for six, blinking another as if he couldn't believe his eyes. 

"Is that..." His submerged mind went above the apprehension of reality, own dwellings surfacing in between a quandary that emerged for an unsought time. Incredulity and dread loaded his disbelieving spirits. Own nerves malfunctioning, putting a kibosh on worrying over the mistakes he'd been berated back on a work he'd been receiving money from. 

The faction comprehended him clearly. Six months. Half a year after dooms day, Fukumoto Daichi was to be reborn again. Right after on the succeeding date that every Jujutsu Sorcerer has been oblivious for. An ill-starred time that no one would've been aware of. 

Their world's downfall for only a minute of time where each one was bound to suffer in successive unforeseen deaths. 

Fukumoto Daichi had seen what was written in the stars.

Through every calamity; every stroke of bad luck from every Jujutsu Sorcerer's decisions till the contretemps of what Satoru's dimension provided them with. Natural disasters that couldn't be controlled till the resoluteness of cursed-spirits that has been casted to the sides---thrown towards the tenebrosity of their world because of one's existence. He'd detected them all. They were au courant with the eventualities and incidents. Every member finding utmost trust to his divine providence that he offered to their faction.

But, to his ordinance---a god-forsaken commandment, Fukumoto Daichi had announced his sacrilege was to never stand in the way of what fate had for their dimension.

No matter what it takes.

Undeterred by the laden consequences, deplorable conditions and egregious circumstances that he'd foreseen before his demise.

Even if it meant for their world to collapse into complicated, torn pieces.

Only Sasaki Hibito was the sole person to apprehend what was said between the lines of their overseer in the subject matter of a woman; a substantial commination to the tenets of Fukumoto.

This threat he'd distinguished to be. Fukumoto foreknows everything. The image of your face which had his sanction flabbergasted by the details. Yet, barely laying hold of what you provided for Satoru's world other than the sketches he envisaged because your existence; your life, your motives or plans ahead, to Fukumoto he'd seen nothing but a nullified cloud of obscurity. Withholding bupkis of your astral influence that he could not predict.

Hence, which is why he'd made it intelligible for everyone---to everyone meant that only Hibito had understood the obligation imparted to those who were vacated that you were entailed to be terminated.

It was either to decimate or keep you constrained no matter who ended up escorting you through your unnecessary pilgrimage on their land.

Nevertheless, the scene that he was welcomed with---bringing you with them to a standstill required sedulous care. An all-embracing endeavor and a life of toil for each member of their religion that it would take a chucklesome illusion of pigs flying in the air.

Perhaps, keeping you detained within their grasp would be impossible.

Because you were guided---deemed to be protected and shepherd around Japan by the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in their world.

How fearsome it was to see you with him. Even mind-boggling to get a drift of such appearance that were an absolute reciprocity of Fukumoto Daichi with an opposite gender that they had prophesied for. Though, to no extent did they have any idea where, when and how you would make an appearance.

Hibito's hand couldn't help but shake just by being in the presence of him alone. Those fingers of his that trembled from trying to clean his own glasses with the fabric of his shirt. His lungs that began shaking like a leaf.

Those of the members within his faction who had seen Gojo Satoru in the flesh have been right. It was either you get intimidated or terrorized by the judgements you had for his potentials, exhibit abhorrence for his existence and hubristic side or have a bit of both.

There was no in between if he doesn't plan to keep you close within his range. Physically, mentally and spiritually.

Only those who were of palsy-walsy are to witness what and who Gojo Satoru really was. Apparently, Hibito was not one.

Master Daichi knocked together a plan of action that was paradoxical to begin with if what he depicted were not of an illusion fabricated during his stressed out conditions.

Hibito brought back his glasses to where it was situated in the first place. Lenses all limpid that he'd happen to fall further on his seat. An expected migraine taking place from the image.

You really were with the honored one. The inheritor of the limitless and six-eyes.

"Out of all damned people...She was supposed to be with us," Hibito mentally thought to himself, shunning his eyes away from both you and Satoru who kept bickering like you did not care for the world. He kept his eyes straight, disregarding your presence on purpose.

Nevertheless, his own leg seemed to be jiggle when he began to cross them. His own nerves deceiving him through the thoughts, logics and false providence that followed; his soul outright aware of Satoru who was just meters away from him and knowing he had the capability to die with one phony act he makes when he appears to be like he knew him and his history along the Jujutsu Society.

It would always end up with the question, 'How'. In which, Hibito could forebode their sub rosa patrols that involved time ahead and revealing them all would have him dying first before he could.

"Ooooh. Scary! A threat coming from a teeny-weeny girl," Satoru teased and taunted, shifting on his seat as he leaned his head to the side, sending you a charming, skittish beam, "---A threat that's entirely impossible to happen. Heh." he'd lowly chuckle to himself, leaning closer to your face to offer more of his mischief and irritating taunts, "---I'd love to see you struggle."

"You've already gotten him dirty because you threw him off!" you've groused with a grimace, huffing back to him and taking the stuff toy in between you both, emphasizing your forefinger and drawing beads on where the exact smudges were. Showing him the tiny specks of dust that it has gotten from his previous reckless actions back at the photo booth.

"Eh. It's only a tiny speck of dust. You should've chosen a different plushie then. You had options. Either a black one or the horrid, white one." Satoru nonchalantly stated, his voice light as he leaned his broad shoulders back, crossing his arms but having his legs spread enough for you to chastise him for in which he clearly didn't care about if you were too bothered by it.

"Aren't you sitting too close to me? There are lots of spaces to be seated on! Yet, you chose to sit beside me and man spread like a bitch again!" your verbal horsewhips passed from one ear then towards the other. His grin growing like it was animated enough as Satoru scooted closer next to you, depriving more of your area with his lofty built. Another sally resurfacing that was already prepared to be quipped out in the open.

"Actually, you should be thankful. I get to check the weather up here and that annoying top of your head. Need to check if you're growing a halo or the devil's ears already." His facial expressions turned more of a cock-a-hoop when you've shamelessly pushed his thigh close with your palms, exerting all your energy to it as he let you do it your own. Satoru going on with the flow and letting you have your own fun.

He'd countered all of this perversion with a semblance of bypassing the sense of absurd froth that spumed under that palisade he trusted to be resilient and stout.

"---I realized that it might be a little bit of both though. There's no in between. Are you also like this back in your world?"

"I was once an angel. But, being with you is making me turn into a she-devil!---Satoru, your leg is heavy! Please move! Or just basically give me space then!" You've breathed out the energy used to just allow yourself to sink in further on your seat, being cloth to cloth with Satoru now while he expressed his frisky, obdurate discords with a shake of his head and continuous 'nah's' ,'No's.'  and unsophisticated 'uh-uh's'.

You were being ridiculously more comfortable as you held onto the prize that you both had claimed back at the arcade. Another exhausted breath has been puffed out of your lungs as you've held onto your fluffy, Neko's white ears, making it sit on your lap, aimlessly playing with it, a genuine smile lifting your face.

An involuntary run of the mouth. The repressed thoughts, one that has been too honest to overhear by the latter, "---Also, I've chosen this because this is the only one that has the possibility to look like you!"

Satoru couldn't help the waggish grin that traced his features. His arms folded before him as he was gazing alongside your face, "Ah. I understand it clearly now. Are you saying that you've chosen that Neko plushie in hopes of remembering me whenever I'm not around?"

"---I mean," he started again and went on with his teasing, wiggling his albino brows as he jibed at your abrupt honesty, "---you've basically had him patented with such a marvelous nickname, right? There's no doubt that you've chosen that particular plushie to spare a thought for me."

Damn it. His own reasoning and logic made your body freeze. A bucket of numbing ice seeming to fall above your foolish self. Your hands stiffening from mindlessly playing with the stuff toy at hand.

Caught red-handed. You had to snap your head away after that, fighting shy of his conspicuous, unabating observance. Those palpable Ether that always had your face toiled underneath the broiling sun. With a twisted expression and your tongue poking on the insides of your cheeks, there was no doubt that you wanted to slap your own mouth, turning too free-spoken around a person that you should be through and through attentive of. 

Satoru was left chuckling to your side. The tonality rich and resonant, full-toned enough to analyze that he was probably thinking of taking its meaning to his head. The assumption lingering inside his haughty mind that you've purposely chosen the white cat in terms of remembering him when he wasn't around.

You knew you were right when he started to brag his mouth upon the notion, "Don't worry, I'll always be around you, Tiny-Chan. There's no need for that." Satoru pressed on, his leg now elegantly crossed as he leaned further on your side. Straight off, being cheek by jowl with him. His willowy, athletic weight now leaning more onto you as he hummed teasingly.

"Y-You're putting words in my mouth! I-I didn't say that!" Flustered words toppled one on top of the other, caught in your own incautious reckoning. Those honest statements should've been left unsaid and prohibited only to that angel sitting on your shoulder.

Those off the record kept thoughts should've been written on a locked diary or some sort instead. Yet, this erratic, refreshing solace that neighbored you whenever Satoru was around, the apparent sheltered ambiance that could be felt through him paved those thoughts out somehow.

In which fed to his ego again after all.

"It's okay to be honest with me. I dislike liars anyway. Feel free to memorize my charm and handsome face before I return the blindfolds back," your cheeks were puffed for both, restraining the need to strangle yourself from your genuine dopiness, aware of the piping hot temperature that tarried, falling further down the volcano hole. Your face experiencing to be sizzling in a fiery catch of shame for such an honest retaliation that didn't seem to even be a verbal counterattack from you and also for Gojo's veracity that he was proudly reveling in.

He'd slanted down further, catching you entirely off-guard when the supple of his lips grazed along your earlobe. Those next words of his sounding deep-toned, modulated but a little bit hoarse that was meant to be classified into the titillating side.

What was set forth susurrated below his breath. Warmth carelessly skimming above your skin, "Don't be shy,"

All at once, those hairs on the nape of your neck stood like you've been electrocuted. The electricity going straight down the rabbit hole like it has given you a sensation of something different. One squeezing through concupiscent dreams, worth for a mother to scold the licentious behavior of her daughter. 

It echoed and rang through that flummoxed state you were having, his words being crooned like a choir out in a church. Full and utterly angelic despite of how the devil was probably laughing out of court through your persistence of going through the motions being a paragon of virtue. An angel? Nah. You certainly weren't. 

This quotation you've heard from Satoru have been mixed within the familiarity that echoed in that fragmented abyss planned to be healed and connected together, filling the cavity of intrigue. Though, the words that came out of his mouth was definitely the first time you've heard them loud and clear. It was as far as you could recall, including that distinct impeccable locution he uttered that has given you a giggle prior when you were forcefully fed by his Shiitake Mushrooms.

"H-Hey! IT'S MAKING ME UNEASY!---you are making me uneasy, Satoru!" Out of the blue, you've loudly protested at the top of your lungs. As luck would have it, there weren't any other passengers except for the college student you've become cognizant of. To some degree, his body stilted upon his own seat like he was situated in a rather confined space when he had all the expanse to take, off in a world of his own. If there were elders, they would've chastised both you and Satoru for being so brash and rowdy. Affiliates to be classified in the boisterous side of the crowd because of the constant rumbustious pleasantries that catapulted high and low from both parties.

The noise would've been considered ill-mannered to their culture especially while riding a public transportation.

You tore hell for leather out of the seat you've occupied in the train, lifting yourself off from Satoru's side, emigrating from his reach without sparing him a glance. Your face uttermost being baked inside an imaginary oven, feeling like it was being scorched by the heat of the stove.

Satoru was utmost tickled pink for such a raucous reaction.

Too entertained that he had to drive more around the bend. He'd given a simper, the ends of his lips stretching wider as he ought to bring his pestilent necessities to use. Satoru was settled to provoke you even more, shamelessly pulling himself out of his seat, scurrying along your side with a playful purse of his lip. The troublesome idea of whispering the phrase again along your ear.

The strongest have made it obvious. Satoru's perverse decisions and plans that were clouded with mischief all the while he scooted next to you and offered his audible teehees.

"Don't be---" His words were cut off, lanky body being at an angle where his breath was capable of giving the summer breeze along your hypersensitive skin. The wariness of his presence stuffing your sentience that you were holding tightly onto your brand new prized stuff toy with a reckless moniker of it having named 'Toru' that you've had the audacity and will power to shove the plushie on Satoru's face in attempts to shut him up.

It would've stopped everyone's tracks; would've ceased Sasaki Hibito if he wasn't intentionally shunning off to both of your existence, it would have also catch Satoru's students on the hop because of a breathtaking and unanticipated incident. An absolute willpower from a non-sorcerer would have raised a furor among everybody who'd wanted revenge given to a menace of the Jujutsu Society. That fixity of purpose from a person who entirely had no sense of cursed energy nor knew any technique in regards to Jujutsu.

All that spunk you've got deserved an uproar. If his students or those people who were constantly annoyed by him were around, you might have received a splendid applause.

Satoru had seen it. His senses knew you were about to give him a smite with your Neko stuff toy. But, he was too busy; too preoccupied with his own guffaws over the bashfulness of your spirits that he allowed it to happen. Your soft toy smacking him in the face, "---Oomph!"

However, Gojo Satoru was obviously quicker than you opined him for revenge. Energetically taking the stuff toy from you and out of your hands.

The annoying idiot literally and proudly chucked the prized possession away inside the train. Within the area of the public transportation that you were both traveling in. The poor white stuff toy kitty heading throughout the width of the train compartment, accepting its hapless fate with a faint squeak of its loss. The lifeless soft toy devoting itself for its sustained defeat for being tossed for a lot of times today.

Satoru Gojo: 2 | Neko-san: 1

Neko-San has earned his well-deserved point by hitting him on the face.

"SATORU!"

This has been one of the loudest exclamation of his name that has been spat out of your mouth, kicking up a fuss for the sorcerer's foolish actions. Those embarrassed expressions you had, the broiling heat gradually melting away when Gojo had to dramatically stood on his towering height. He'd posed like he had a strike over a bowling game. Fists tightened on either side of him. His long-legs slightly bent like he was ready to pounce or give a kick over a cursed-spirit that technically wasn't there to begin with. Stance appearing to be like he was ready for combat.

You couldn't help the tight, firm moue. Those aghast expressions candid to be perceived by anyone, distorting them even more when Satoru had to declare a word out loud.

"STRIKE!"

You've given him the stink-eye, giving his face a once over and scrutinized the widening beam he had. As a matter of fact, you've spotted the slight dinky rumpled streaks of his wispy Ivory hair on the strength of Neko-san's attack. Satoru never took his eyes off your Neko stuff toy that went and flew as far as it did that it fell right exactly before the stranger's shoes whom was sitting silently and minding his own business.

"AH! YOU NEED TO STOP IT! He's as pale as your albino hair! Stop throwing him away like he's some ragdoll! REALLY!" With a stomp of your foot and an obvious, tight wrinkle of your brows clamped together. To the fullest extent were you nettled by Satoru's acts of inconveniences. You've felt your lips twitch on the sides, huffing out an exasperated breath. Holding onto the train's metal side bar to stabilize yourself to stand as you've audibly vouched and dragged your heavy footing along the floors towards your beloved stuff toy.

"---I have to get him again myself!" you've crowed your thoughts out loud, bleats frank enough for Satoru to assess as he continued on with his poses and own glares upon a lifeless dummy he was subtly seeing as an illusionary combatant. "---you've almost had to hit the stranger on the head too! Now, I need to apologize for your behavior when I don't even speak your language!"

The floor seemed nicer to stare at for Sasaki Hibito. How long had he been moored to his seat till his destination? In all likelihood, the time he spent with the both of you around had been ephemeral. Quite not too long ago yet. Granted that, time stood still and had been a suffocating mess when Satoru Gojo has been in the ballpark bordering his vicinage.

Hibito has been eavesdropping, nevertheless. Mentally inscribing synopsis or observations for your existence as well. One he'd taken to footnote was the nonnative language you were speaking. Distinguishing you to be of a foreign woman whom the strongest could decipher. He'd also been hearing you both fighting over something so childish. An irrelevant notation he'd paid attention to when his earwigging was ceased due to seeing a large, white, stuffed cat toy that has been knocked to the ground, right before the tip of his shoes.

This was the thing that both you and Satoru has been bickering non-stop about.

He couldn't help but mentally cuss inside his head. Never risking the profanities to be commented out loud.

"Damn it." Hibito was repeatedly questioning himself if he needed to get it for you. Balancing the consequences if he did or did not. What if he acted and turned a blind eye to the plaything? would Gojo Satoru break his neck for it? 

Hibito technically heard the prior canards through one of Fukumoto's disciples. One of the few and far between strong adherents of his that he couldn't conceive to be happening; confabulating with an eldritch being to start with. He'd listened to the their chinwags over how Gojo granted ruthless measures over a particular unregistered special grade cursed spirit who'd underestimated the strongest. His foe losing his temper for his vainglorious demeanor that he had whenever in the course of a Jujutsu battle. Gojo Satoru was granted that he was verily stronger and had the upper hand before the battle even started. 

The word on the street purveyed in the pitiless aftermath of this certain vier, taking him down a peg or two from grisly pulling his own head off inside Gojo's Domain Expansion that has overthrew his. 

Straightaway and without even realizing his fretful nerves were controlling him all at once, Hibito was coming in for the stuff toy. His subconsciousness screaming how his yips would've made everything conspicuous, yet he had to play the chivalrous and respectful Japanese citizen. He didn't need to look at the both of you anyway, he silently thought as his head bowed when he'd felt that you were at arms length away from him. 

Both of his arms out with the plushie on his hand, offering your soft-toy back without even sparing you a glance. 

This was the first and only time he'd seen whom everybody have loathed and been frightened of. Gojo Satoru whose existence which made every cursed-spirit hid behind the shadows because of his birth. Hibito even had the ill-fate to tolerate upon communicating towards the threat that their worshipped being has forewarned them all about.

The woman of peril that needed to be constrained within their hands.

"Ah---Hm. Arigatou Gozaimasu and Gomenasai. I hope the pronunciation is correct. By the way, mister---I'm with the crazy, albino man child. I'm so sorry." you've kindly thanked Hibito, trailing off for a second as you've glanced at the train's ceiling, reclaiming your soft-toy back from his hands. Your next words gibberish for him to understand as it was beyond any doubt a foreign sentence that he had his brows in a twist. The stranger carried on and hid his face underneath and in between his arms, playing the role of a diffident man who did not want to have a confab with anyone. 

He just didn't trust the constant frets of his fingers and the everlasting instability that Gojo's presence has brought him in. 

"Oi! Tiny-Chan!~" 

Ah, Damn it. Hibito felt himself tripping on the wrong foot when he'd heard Satoru merrily calling out for you. His spirit of inquisitiveness has been changed to stress, stirring an intense amount of agitation when he heard Satoru hollering. The peculiar nickname and honorific he'd used piqued his curiosity. 

He had to continue and bow further as if the floor was really such nice art. Fukumoto's votary wanted you to scram; wanted you to skedaddle that he was pleading to Fukumoto's dead soul that you would leave him alone before his state of nerves could divert Satoru's attention from yours to his. 

However, your nosiness; your snoopy self decided to stay upon your tracks and studied him down in concern, wondering why he wasn't giving you a look, worried that he wasn't all too well. 

You've dwell on further, not wanting to judge the culture that you were still adapting from. Distracted as you appeared to be especially with the visual perception of Gojo, his six-eyes be immersed over your figure as you stood before the unusual, timid stranger. How the echo of his feet were like the drums of death, steadily being clobbered with in hulking thuds. Literally. 

"He knows. He knows that I know him. He knows. He knows." Hibito was cognitively ranting and wordlessly rambling time after time. His mind in a mess and have been on edge that he had unconsciously fished his phone out of his pocket, acting as if he has gotten a text when he could hear Gojo's heavy footsteps echoing closer.

"Didn't I tell you to just stay beside me because it's more fun when I'm around?"

Hibito's breath was being held back. He could feel himself fighting to keep an unstable pattern of breaths to make him appear more composed within the presence of his mind when it has all been the opposite. From his peripheral vision, his line of sight that has been hardly engrossed over the screen of his phone, he could see and feel Satoru closing in within a spitting distance which kept his anguish mid bay. 

"More fun when you're around? Hah! That was very funny. You've been giving me headaches!" you've bewailed with a tepid, sardonic laugh, turning a blind-eye to Satoru's saunters, "---throwing my plushie away since the moment I had him whenever you could. I always had to get it myself! This is all your fault!"

"Hai, hai...Come here now," Satoru droned once he was well-nigh, waltzing within the borderline of your discussion with a stranger you barely knew. "---besides, Neko-san's meant to be catapulted all the time."

"You go wash him then!" 

He'd kept his foot atwix the stretch of margin that kept you and Hibito adjacent to each other, looking as though he was trying to meddle in. Satoru actually was, much to your ignorance. On grounds of Hibito's twitchiness, his own nerves reacting upon his jittery impulse, his foot has faintly repelled when his sight-line and headlong senses seen Gojo's shoes step in between the line. 

It probably wasn't the best idea for his own axons to betray him in such an epoch-making occasion right now. 

You've been too faraway over your own hairsplitting mumbles of complaints over Satoru's actions, those real grouches inwardly interrupted when you've felt the grasp and warmth of his riveting touch that has gently grabbed your wrists, snowed under with his sizeable palm. Indulgent as he always was with you. Gojo have pried you out of the superfluous conversation, dragging you alongside of him and back to where you both seated. 

He's protective over her. She probably has been aiding to what Master Fukumoto has seen her to be. This guy wouldn't keep her with him if she was entirely useless after all. Hibito took his time as he breathed out the air he had been holding. At an apparent snail's pace with each step Satoru took as he yanked you away. The sneaking suspicions settling his ruminative thoughts ahead again. 

Although, he's kinda' too protective to assess.

Unbeknownst to him, The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer has given him the side-eye upon his intrusion, sparing him a glance of his fugitive heed when he'd intentionally whisked you away from Sasaki Hibito, the knacks of his scrupulous senses fastening on the infinitesimal buck fever he was having till the mocked-up act he was trying to mask for whatever reasons. Yet, above all was the tiniest scent that he had been around cursed-spirits. His six-eyes never conked out nor diminished him. It was a vague smell that he was inured to after all and even how diminutive this was for Hibito because he hadn't even met Fukumoto's acolytes for today yet, Satoru knew.

Satoru's foremost gut feeling that his restiveness had to be about him. 

That's what he thought because Gojo has been given to understand that you were a nonentity. Thoroughly unidentified and your existence purely being a mystery whom no one in his world knew of. 

"How could we even get ahold of her when it was impossible from the start?"

Gojo has cut those hunches dead, thumbing one's nose over a tangential non-sorcerer whose existence was irrelevant to begin with. 

Through the birth of Gojo Satoru; the balance of the world has been altered. But, to your unanticipated existence and being entirely surrounded by him, alone. Everyone's destiny was guaranteed to be reshaped and tweaked to an extent that should've been left untouched.

Just wanna make it clear that Fukumoto Daichi has the same face with you. He's a man but prolly older. Heehee. He also have his disciples which are Sasaki Hibito and the others---which will be named and introduced soon. 

Think of them as a cult that's supposed to be hiding at all costs because they know some things that aren't supposed to be known that easily.

Satoru just be breathin' and Sasaki Hibito be fainting---LMAO XD 

There's still going to be chapter 7.9 before chapter 8 begins. Sorry if it's too long. I just really wanted this to last and also let them have their moments. Heehee. See you on the next chapter soon, if anybody even reads these fanfic stories of mine. Heehee!

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[astriddestelle]

pardon my grammatical errors english is not my 1st language.

I'm Asian and I'm well aware of how prevalent racism is in Asia. especially in countries like china, korea and japan, they don't like anybody other than their own people. I have a few questions. please keep in mind that I'm not trying to hate anybody or be racist i'd like to have a civilised conversation.

why are blacks (and whites) to invade? the content wasn't made for westerners. why do black people want to be represented in anime/manga/manhwa and other asian communities? and it's hilarious how stupid white people keep thinking that anime characters look like them just because they have blonde hair and blue eyes. people can dye their hair and wear contact lens but they can't change their race/identity. I'm not hating on white people but I find it ridiculous how they bring up pedophilia whenever an asian doesn't agree with them.

there are so many kpop idols who aren't asian and their international fans talk about how these idols are suffering from racism which seems crazy to me. you already know how racist they can be so why would you willingly surround yourself with these people and work for them/their government and then complain about how bad it is?

these people dont even treat their own people right, what makes you think they will treat you, a foreigner who fuels their racist intentions, with respect? do you think complaining will make them change? they'll simply ignore you and continue with their own lives. it will take 100 years more for them to even change a miniscule thing about themselves.

The world is to intertwined for things to just stick to one culture. Most of the movies, music, etc culture is not made for the nonwestern world yet, asians are known for adopting various aspects of black culture (Kpop idols, fashion etc). Black people like anime however there are very little anime with black people as the forefront so black people recolor as a what if. It's pretty much just for fun most of the time. It's the equivalent of people typing themselves in Hogwarts Houses, or zodiac signs, it's all for fun, humans like to be included in things they like. I mean I think its funny how people will cry about a cartoon being black, but ignore a minor being drawn in porn, like one is arguably way worse too see.

Kpop idols who aren't asian (I dont think this exists??). That being said, money talks, lots of people will subject themselves to harsh conditions, ignore systematic abuse/racism if it gives them status and money. I'm also not in the Kpop scene so if anyone else wants to input feel free to.

No one is expecting them to treat us right. I'm certainly not. Not to mention for every shitty person there' good people as well, I won't generalize. All we want is for people to not start crying when they see black fan art. It literally has no bearing on their life changes absolutely nothing about canon. Who freaking cares. I will complain and hopefully make people realize how stupid they sound crying about some rando's drawing on the internet that they'll scroll over once and never see again.

[skllwinx]

I recently started to write down my headcanons, for now it’s mainly about Helia and his relationships and I wanted to share it with you

* as usual, I apologize if you notice any spelling or grammatical errors (you will probably) English is not my first language but I’m trying my best *

Helia’s face is quite symmetrical. He has thin traits, balanced lips, defined jawline and a strong nose from the side.

He has a pale and thin skin with a small scar on his cheek due to one of his first sword training with Codatorta.

Helia doesn’t show it but he has anxiety and he overthinks a lot since a very young age.

That’s what causes eczema on his elbows and forearms particularly the last year before his departure from Red Fountain.

Now he has almost cured it with some CBD pomade his mother’s made him.

Du to stress Helia also already has few white hair starting to grow on his temples which contrast on his natural deep black hair.

He kinda likes it, actually he relativizes a lot about his appearance.

The majority of the boys in Red Fountain don’t like to show out they take care of themselves other than working out and taking their “necessary shower daily”.

But Helia always thought different and cherishes those moments of the day, after the trainings and the lessons, where he can enjoy his self time with a deserved shower, his regular face shaving and his meditation sessions.

Helia enjoys sharing good quality time and conversations with people he likes. He hates phone calls or texting (unless when it’s necessary).

Because he is good with words, he prefers talking face to face, with eye contacts.

That’s why whenever he wants to talk to her (almost every nights) but they can't meet because of their schedule, he’ll face calls Flora.

Apart from the fact that he likes to call her regularly to confide about their days, he likes to see the way she has done her hair, one day they’re pulled down around her face, the next day up in a messy bun revealing her neck. Sometimes her eyes beautifully highlighted with a nice and soft makeup, sometimes with her bare tan skin.

Helia and his uncle got used to share their lunch on Friday noon in a small private lounge next to the old man’s office.

Helia can be quite impressive for those who don't know him. He was raised in the military, related to the headmaster, he always stands up straight with a closed and concentrated face. He looks older than his age.

He is two years older than Flora because she skipped a grade in elementary school and Helia start over his year when he came home from art school.

That's part of the reason they took so long to get to each other at first. She was impressed of his maturity and he wanted to act with respect for her younger age.

Helia didn't immediately tell Saladin about it when he started to have an interest in her. He was afraid his uncle would tell his mother or his teacher.

He really keeps his life private as much as possible and there was in no rush to tell them. They would all know sooner or later.

In fact Helia didn't tell anyone. Only Riven and Brandon suspected something between them because they wondered why he has been transferred to their team so quickly after his return.

When him and Flora started to date regularly he dropped the information in a rather detached way to his uncle at the end of one of their lunches when the latter had asked him by chance his plans for the weekend. Which was pretty smart since the old man didn't expect it and didn't find the opportunity to ask him more about the young fairy at that time.

Helia and his uncle have a strong relationship even though they are modest on their emotions.

Before leaving Red Fountain, Helia wore his mid-length hair, despite the big disapproval of Codatorta who took care to enforce the school rules which prohibited any length beyond the ears. It was clearly something of an affront as Helia was thinking about leaving, and he knew that even if his teacher would complain to the headmaster, Saladin wouldn't blame his nephew.

On his return he was surprised to see the rules changed in his favour. During his year of art school he took the pleasure of letting his hair grow to the middle of his back. Naturally Saladin did not fail to specify that from now, any length of hair was tolerated, as long as it is properly and firmly tied during lessons and training.

Helia is one of the best pilots Red Fountain has ever known. The reason is he started going to Red Fountain and living with his uncle just before he turned fourteen. He was therefore able to begin his apprenticeship before the other students who had to wait until sixteen. Saladin turned a blind eye to the fact that his nephew was driving the ships and motorbikes before the required age.

I hope you enjoyed, please let me know what you think

[weirdsht]

Yandere Cale

a/n: did this during class, i'm just that down bad

Warnings: yandere behaviors, possessive everyone, mentions of death and torture, unhealthy behavior, mention of mind games

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

If there's something missing in the warnings let me know so I can add it

Any form of interaction toward the post is appreciated <333

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Yandere Cale who originally found you left alone on the verge of death. He really doesn’t care as he doesn't  know you but Raon kept insisting that they help you so he brought you back to his territory just to indulge his child.

Yandere Cale who gave you the best hospitality he could offer even though you’re still unconscious. No one really knows just who you pissed off but it was obvious that you were beaten, probably tortured, nearly to death.

Yandere Cale who couldn’t help but stare at your unconscious self. Not because he was worried or anything, he knows that his people’s abilities are the best of the best so he knows you’re faring well. Rather, he kept staring because of how pretty you are. He knows beauty when he sees one and you’re one of the prettiest humans he’s seen. 

Yandere Cale being vigilant after you woke up. No matter how hard he and his connections tried, he couldn’t find any information about you. His first priority is his people and he's worried that you’ll bring harm to them.

Yandere Cale later finds out that you’re a transmigrator. Poor you who came from his world and doesn't know anything about this world. 

Yandere Cale that takes pity on you. You manifested a great ability but have a weak body and a naive mind. All this became your downfall as you easily trusted a lowly noble that took you in only for them to use you and then left you in the current state you’re in when they got tired of you.

Yandere Cale who offered you a deal. He outright told you that he will also usee you, but unlike those lowly people he won’t ever abandon you. As long as you stay loyal to him and meet his demands he will guarantee your entire being. He also promised to take your weak constitution into account.

Yander Cale and his family, both biological and found, who quickly grew fond of you. You’re just such a delight to be with. You get along with everyone so great that even the most vicious of the group trusts you. Even the kids are willing to protect you.

Yandere Cale’s biological family who treats you like you’re their child. Even before the two of you got together they’re already treating you as part of the family. Assigning you your own servants. Frequent breakfast invites and gifts for no reason at all. Deruth even went as far as providing you your own allowance that’s separate from Cale’s. 

Yandere Cale whose fondness grows little by little which eventually turns into love without him even realizing it. At first it was just respect for your wits and abilities that has helped them out more than he can count during operations. Then before he knows it he’s already fretting about your entire being. Are you eating well? Is this work too much? Are you getting enough rest? Don’t push yourself too much. Is there some kind of vitamin they can provide for your weak body? You’re just so lovable that he can’t help himself.

Yandere Cale who caught himself falling for you deeper and deeper to the point it’s unhealthy. But does he care? Absolutely not. He knows his morals are skewed from the very beginning and his way of love for you is just a part of it. But fret not, your happiness is his priority and he won’t restrict you like other yanderes. Just make sure that you won’t ever permanently leave him and the things you’ll do won’t be detrimental to our health.

Yandere Cale who couldn’t believe you reciprocate his feelings. After months of pining and courting you’re officially his. Of course he has his ways to make sure you’ll go to no one else but him in case things don't go his way. Well looks like he won’t need it since you also love him, of course not as much as he loves you but he’ll take it.

Yandere Cale keeps you beside him at all times, as much as he could. He lost so much before becoming Cale and he can’t lose anything anymore. He’s confident in his looks and wealth and of course he trusts you, what bothers him is that he knows there’s always gonna be a mongrel who won’t leave you alone just because you’re so pretty. 

Yandere Cale who doesn’t really oppose you if you want to go somewhere. Vacations are fine, in fact they’re recommended by him. It’s also fine for him if you go without him. He knows that he can’t always accompany you but he doesn’t worry as he has eyes and ears everywhere, not that you’re aware of it. Everything you do, no matter where you are, Cale will always have someone report it to him. Aside from that he also requires you to take at least two escorts with you. Cale has his ancient powers and Raon that he can use but not you. Sure you have a great ability but he can’t have you overusing it. Most of the time It’s Choi Han and Hilsman escorting you everywhere you go.

Yandere Cale and his people who use your weak bodily constitute as their excuse. Everything they do is for you so don’t worry about it. Someone insults you and Choi Han blasts them away immediately or Raon always uses float magic so you don’t have to walk? It’s because they can’t have you stressing and pushing yourself, your body won’t be able to handle it and they need you to help Cale plan for the next operation. You know to yourself that you’re weak so you can’t help but agree with them. What you don’t know is that they know everyone who interacts with you, and if they see someone even just look at you the wrong way? There’s gonna be a bloodbath, of course without your knowledge.

Yandere Cale who entrusts you to Alberu whenever he deems the place to be too dangerous for you. And Alberu who accepts your company with open arms each time. His palace is basically your second home now and Alberu appreciates you always helping him out with his responsibilities whenever you’re around. The crown prince acknowledges your wits and talent for doing paperwork and providing him with sound reasoning and solutions. Your time in the palace is always lovely. No one dares lay a hand on you even though there’s a lot of nobles that could use you against Cale and Alberu. 

Yandere Cale and Alberu who already set an example with one of the nobles that messed with you so they know you’re not to be messed with. To be specific it was the baron family that left you to die when they first found you. No one can pinpoint any evidence towards the two but everyone knows it was their doing. Everyone but you, as far as you know it was a classic case of tax fraud and bankruptcy. Fully unaware of the days to weeks of torture that whole family suffered under their care.

Yandere Cale doesn't punish you whenever you do something wrong. He can’t have you more sick than you already are and he can’t handle seeing you in pain. Plus in his eyes as long as you don’t leave him then you can’t do anything wrong. But if you did something that greatly upsets him or talks about leaving him, he’ll play mind games with you. That’s his forte afterall. A little gaslight here and there always does the trick.

Yandere Cale who’s vulnerable with you. He shows you his soft side and shares his experience as Kim Rok Soo. The two of you can relate to each other the most as you came from the same world and experienced the ruin world firsthand. Late night talks are common between you two. Sometimes you reminisce about your old life, sometimes you both just lay there in silence appreciating each other’s presence with the kids in the middle of the two you quietly snoring. 

Yander Cale never fails to check in on you no matter how busy he is. How are you? Was your day great? Do you want anything? Did you run into any trouble? He just loves hearing you ramble about anything and everything. It’s also one of his ways to know if he needs to kill or torture someone. Sure he can easily get information from Hilsman and the others but he likes hearing things directly from you.

Yandere Cale who spoils you. He has so much money that it probably won’t make a dent in his savings even if you ask him to buy a country. Ron sees you eyeing something while you are taking a walk? That’s reported to Cale and the item is brought immediately. Everything you touch is gonna be in your room the next day when you wake up. Want something? It doesn’t matter whatever it is, just say the word and Cale will abide by your wishes. You practically didn’t ask for this dangerous life, his living that’s full of fighting and war so he does his utmost best to make up for it.

[akookminsupporter]

JIMIN AND THE ERRONEOUS NARRATIVE THAT HE IS AN ATTENTION-SEEKER

Disclaimer: I want to start by apologising for any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors you may find in this long post; English is not my first language.

I'm sure that for many people that narrative or phrase is not new, it's something that many people use to insult Jimin and some strangely enough, to praise him. Jimin is an attention seeker. I have more than once wondered if the people who say that kind of thing and I watch the same content, because I have never had that opinion about him.

Jimin has a charming personality, he is talented and beautiful, it is impossible not to notice Jimin in any clip or place. Jimin doesn't like to seek attention, Jimin draws attention just by being him.

In this fandom there is an offensive misconception about him, from his personality to his sexuality, identity and physique. He's not the only one of the group to receive unfair treatment from sectors of the fandom, but it's hard not to say that he's probably the one who receives the most unfair treatment. And it's not just unfair treatment, he gets hate as simple as that. Whether it's from other shippers or solo stans. The hate is the same, the reasons vary.

Jimin is a cheerful person, often playful but he is also shy, off stage he is not a person who in my opinion likes to seek attention, although he still gets it because he is PARK JIMIN, he doesn't have to do much to get all eyes on him and I think that's precisely what his haters can't stand.

Jimin is someone who likes to make others happy. He is someone who likes to see others happy. Jimin likes to watch more than talk, but when he talks you have no choice but to listen. Because what he has to say is important or fun but always wholesome.

Jimin is a complex and simple man at the same time. When you start watching BTS content, there are only two conclusions a person can come to about him: You either love him or you hate him, and if you choose to hate him you will do so for the reasons that millions of others love him, because he is a wonderful person, that everyone loves. Because he has a unique physical beauty, because he has a special talent, but, above all, because he has a wonderful personality. Because he is not selfish. Because he cares a lot about other people, sometimes more than himself.

Human beings sometimes cannot believe that a person is good, is talented, isnt selfish. is beautiful, is attractive. The whole package. And Jimin is all that, and that's something I will never argue about.

It's sad to see how people hate Jimin just because, or just because they blame him for stupid things that he's not really guilty of.

I haven't been in this fandom for long but as a BTS fan, as a Jimin fan it pains me to see how that narrative is perpetuated and how many allowed it.

It hurts me to see the hate he gets and it hurts me to see how many don't seem to care. It pains me to see how many preach that it's 7 or nothing except when it comes to Jimin.

It makes me angry to see that when someone defends HIM, many in the fandom accuse that person of being a solo stan or worse, an akgae. But only when they defend Jimin.

I will never understand how a person has time to create an account on any platform to throw hate at another person, how someone is able to insult someone who has only proven to be a good person. I will never understand how someone can HATE a good person, especially a person like PARK JIMIN.

It is not an obligation to love him, but it is an obligation to respect him. Sad to see that decency is not a concept that many understand.

Many people in this fandom don't deserve him. BTS doesn't deserve many of the people who claim to be their fans. Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hobi, Jimin, Tae and Jungkook don't deserve many of the people who claim to be their fans, because their behavior goes against everything those 7 men stand for.

The people who love and respect Jimin are more but it still hurts to see the undeserved hatred he gets.

[riotqueen000]

The Mechanic Series# 1: Red Queen - Sano Manjiro

A story in which Sano 'Mikey' Manjiro, Tokyo Manji Gang's Commander, couldn't himself but to get drawn and chase after Yūgure Arisa, Third Junior High School's Student Council President, when she headbutted him one night. One interaction lead to strings of events that would drastically change their lives in a way they couldn't fathom.

Important Notice

I do not own any Tokyo Revengers characters in this story. All rights reserved to Ken Wakui, author and mangaka of Tokyo Revengers.

This story might contain disturbing scenes for some readers, such as: graphic description of violence, mention of traumas, rape, etc. and other mature contents that may not be suitable for minor readers.

Might contain anime and manga spoilers.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

My primary language is not English, so you will encounter grammatical errors ahead. Every correction and criticism will be deeply appreciated.

Prologue

Fiery red locks swayed along with the soft gush of wind as her flat shoes tapped against the polished floor of the hallway. Her sunset colored eyes darted up front as she walked with dignity on the busy hallway of Wednesday morning.

Students looked at her with respect and most of them greeted her a good morning even if all they received is nothing.

Her scarlet and warm shaded eyes contrasted her personality greatly. She's cold, stern and strict that the students would run away immediately just by seeing a hue of red hair within the crowd.

No warmth could be felt on her sunset filled eyes. They were empty and void of emotions that you would mistake them for artificial eyes.

Her name is Yūgure Arisa. The Student Council President of Third Junior High School. An epitome of supreme authority. A perfect and flawless existence that anyone would hardly find a flaw on her.

She's known to be fierce and extremely strict amongst her schoolmates. She's even called 'heartless' for countless times, but that did not affect her a tad bit. All that matters to her is that everything is organized and under control.

But, that's not easy as cooking an instant ramen.

One of the reasons of Arisa's headache is the escalating numbers of their students getting involved in gangs and fights. Some of them even had the audacity to bring their fist fights on the school grounds.

There wasn't a day that she did not have to go to the infirmary to visit the students who were beaten up to interrogate them and give them punishments right after.

And every single one of them mentioned two names: Tokyo Manji Gang and Mikey.

Arisa has been hearing that gang and commander for some time now and she's not enthusiastic about it. For one, that group has been causing a lot of ruckus around their area lately. And two, Arisa hates deliquents the most.

They think of them as none other than mindless problematic bunch who only knows how to cause trouble and fight with their fists. They don't even care if they were pestering others or even the consequences of their barbarous acts. All they wanted is to feed their prides and gain glory and power. It doesn't even matter to them if lives are at stake, as long as they got to prove their strengths.

You might call her overreacting or judgemental. But, you'll never know what it feels like to be in her shoes.

After the class, Arisa made her way towards the parking lot. The school is already empty and the moon is the only thing that illuminates the school grounds. Arisa remained at school because she have to finish some paperworks, and she doesn't want to bring it at home.

Arisa opened her motorcyle's compartment and took out a cargo pants and a motor jacket. She wore the pants under her skirt and took it off before stripping her school blouse, leaving her in her sports bra and wore the motor jacket over it.

She hopped into the vehicle and put the helmet over her head and kicked the engine alive and maneuvered the bike out of the school grounds.

The evening breeze is a bit chilly, she's thankful that she did not forget to bring her warm motor jacket this time unlike yesterday that she had to drive while wearing her gym shirt.

Stars scattered above the sky as the bright moon illuminated her path towards the main street. Her hair danced along with the wind as she zoomed through the streets of Shibuya.

"Let go of me!"

Arisa heard a scream. It was coming from a narrow alley that she passed by.

"Do you even know who am I?!" The girl screamed once more. Arisa turned off her headlight and parked her bike quietly.

Emma kicked one of the guy's stomach, but the other two is quick to react and pushed her on the ground before pinning both of her arms and legs.

"Ah, expected from Mikey's sister. Pretty and feisty."

"If you already knew, then--"

One of the three thugs laughed maniacally and gripped on her chin.

"Missy, we are all aware that there's know way we can beat Mikey one-on-one, right?" The second one said.

"So, we'll just have to mess with his pretty sister instead." The three laughed altogether. Sano Emma was about to scream when one of the thugs covered her mouth.

Arisa immediately made a move and pulled one of the guys' collar from behind. She headlocked him and kicked his back upward and lifted his body with ease and threw him behind.

The guy groaned as his body met the moist cemented pavement. The sudden movements made the other two thugs snapped their heads behind. But, they are greeted by a hard punch on the face and a kick on the stomach.

"Fuck, who are you?!" One of them exclaimed as he held his bloody nose.

"Flaming red hair and sunset shaded eyes! She's Third Junior High's President, the Red Queen!" One of the thugs gasped in fear as Arisa stared at them blankly. Her eyes were luminous under the moonlight, making her look like a hunter ready to devour her prey.

"Who cares about that bitch?! She's just a girl!" The largest of the thugs that got punched on the nose spat charged towards Arisa. She threw a punch but Arisa dodged it. She swiftly turned at roundhouse kicked the him directly on his gut. The guy fell back with a pained grunt.

"YOU BITCH!" The leader yelled and lunged to Arisa with a knife on hand. The knife's blade touched her cheek, making it bleed. Fortunately, she have a quick reflex and successfully blocked the attack with a thick metal rod and had a minimal injury.

With a swift move, Arisa kicked the guy in the stomach, slapped the knife off of his hand and hit him in the nape with the rod, making him unconcious. She did the same with the other two.

Emma was left frozen on her spot as the famous president of Third Junior High eliminated the thugs.

"Are you okay?" Arisa turned to Emma. Her monotone voice snapped her to reality. She knew that Arisa is pretty, heck, she even wants to know her skincare routine. But, she never seen her this close. And she's magnificent beating up the three guys and saving her ass.

"U-uhm, yup. Thank you very much, President." She gratefully bowed and smiled to the elder girl. "I'm Emma. You're President Yūgure, right?"

Arisa nodded her head as a response and took off her motor jacket and offered it to Emma, since her clothes were missing buttons because the thugs took a grab on her.

Arisa was left on her sports bra and her glorious figure. Emma swore that she's got abs. Emma bowed once again and accepted the jacket. She almost lost in daze when she smelled her scent in it.

Call her simp because she's definitely is.

"Come, I'll bring you back." Arisa said and turned her heels, leading Emma towards her bike. Emma, once again, was stunned when she saw the intricate details of her bike. It was matte black, with golden dragon details in it. It looks majestic and enchanting.

"Thank you again, President." Emma said once again as she strolled with Arisa. Her arms were wrapped on her torso and a helmet on her head. Arisa insisted for her to wear that, since she has only one.

Arisa just hummed in response. Emma told Arisa to drop her off at Musashi Shrine because she'll go home with his brother. She doesn't want to bother her furthermore because she knew Arisa lived in the other side of the town.

As they parked in front of the shrine, Tokyo Manji Gang's meeting just ended and Mikey along with other Toman Executives where just climbing down the stairs.

"Guys!" Emma greeted the boys with a grin as she hopped off of Arisa's bike.

Mitsuya, Hayashi and Hayashida's jaws almost dropped on the floor when they saw Arisa with Emma.

The boys swore blood left their systems when they saw Arisa's half naked torso. Her crimson locks were tied in a high ponytail and her bangs were framing her beautiful face. Her sunset colored orbs were staring at them blankly as her expression remained stoic, hiding the underlying intent inside her.

Arisa turned off the engine and took out her keys before stomping towards Mikey. The Toman Executives and Emma were dumbfounded when Arisa grabbed Mikey's collar and collided their foreheads with force, giving the gang Commander a painful head-butt.

"You good for nothing piece of shit," Arisa said with conviction as she glared directly in his eyes. "You call yourself a commander of a fucking gang yet you cannot send one of your lackeys to protect your sister?" The angered president spoke venomously. It was a rhetorical question towards the Commander.

She knows she's in Toman's property, but she doesn't give two fucks about that.

Furious is an understatement to describe what she feels right now. If she did not pass by, Emma might've been in real danger. She might've been raped, or worst murdered without even anyone knowing.

Mikey has a power to protect, and yet he's not using it. Instead, he's getting himself busy adorning dominance around Shibuya by engaging random street fights and troubles.

Arisa is not unaware of gangs' activities around their city and she knows how they think.

"Oi, girl. Who do you think you're holding?" Ryuuguji Ken, also known as Draken, and Tokyo Maji Gang's Vice Commander questioned Arisa authoritively.

Arisa threw Draken a hard and unfazed glare that pissed the vice more. No one was brave enough to not crumble from his glares before.

"It's fine, Ken-chin. President has a valid reason to be mad. See, she even dropped Emma off." Mikey said with a soft smile. The Commander frowned when he saw blood dripping from Arisa's cheek. The girl seems to not be aware of it.

Mikey lifted his hand and wiped the blood off of Arisa's cheek. His actions made Arisa let go of him harshly and slap his hand away.

She wiped the blood off using the back of her hand herself and glared at Mikey in pure disgust.

"Thank you for saving Emma." The commander flashed a wide closed-eye smile. "What's your name?" He asked out of the blue.

"None of your business." Arisa deadpanned and returned to her bike.

"Hey, I just wanna be friends with you!" Mikey whined like a child as he pouted his lips and creased his forehead.

"If the world is about to end, why not?" Arisa replied nonchalantly and twisted her keys on the keyhole before kicking the engine alive.

"Wait, President." Emma approached her. "Your jacket."

"You may keep it."

"Then, will you have dinner at home? I want to repay you...somehow.." Emma clasped her hands and lightly puckered her lower lip while giving the president a pleading look.

Arisa paused for a moment, "Thank you, but I'm pretty busy tonight. I have lots of appointment."

"Appointments?" Emma tilted her head.

"Yeah. I'm a mechanic and I'm in charge of home service tonight."

"But, you're a girl, though. And it's dangerous to waltz into strangers'--"

"I just literally almost cracked your skull, piss hair. And what? You think only species with a dick could only fix engines?" She cut Mikey off harshly, arching an eyebrow at him, taking an offense by his remark. "And you're in position to stick your nose in my business so fuck off." She turned to Emma and her gaze immediately softened.

"If you really want to return the favor then..." Arisa trailed off as she lifted her hand and put it above Emma's head. "Always be safe, Emma."

The gesture brought a wave of nostalgia to Emma's system.

"Take care, Emma." Sano Shinichiro crouched at his sister's height and gently pat her head gently with a soft smile gracing his lips, as he always does when he drops her at elementary school. He promised Emma that they'll plan for Mikey's birthday when he gets home from the shop.

But, Shinichiro never returned home that day.

Emma's eyes watered and suddenly wrapped her arms around Arisa and tightly embraced the elder girl.

Startled by the sudden outburst, Arisa panicked a bit, assuming that Emma was traumatized by the recent incident.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere?" Arisa immediately asked. Emma wiped her tears and pulled away from Arisa, she chuckled softly and smiled.

"No, I'm just really grateful for President."

"I see." Arisa replied uncertainly. "I'll be going now, then." She kicked the engine alive and lightly twisted the handle, making the bike roar.

"See you around, Emma." Arisa bid and drove away from the shrine. Her crimson locks leaving a trail of red waved through the air as she zoomed away from them.

"That woman gives me the chills." Baji said as they watched Arisa drove away from them.

"Wow. She's a feisty one." Nahoya whistled.

"Isn't she interesting?" Mikey replied with a wide smile gracing his lips. Their Commander's reply made the Executives exchange weirded out looks. "Do you know which shop she works at?" He turned to Mitsuya, Peh-yan and Pah.

"No. I did not even know she works. She's looks like a sheltered little princess." Pah huffs.

It was understandable that Mikey did not hurt Arisa after insulting him, since he's not very fond of hurting women. But, him, showing an obvious interest towards the overbearing President is another thing.

The Red Queen who claims to hate every deliquents at that.

"Well, she's not interested in you, obviously, dear brother." Emma scoffed playfully, wrapping Arisa's jacket tighter around her body. She wonders what perfume Arisa used.

Mikey's mouth gaped by his sister's sassy remark and pouted childishly. "That's mean!"

"Truth hurts." Emma shrugged.

"Anyways, who are the damned bastards that assaulted you?"

[floralifetime]

Toruk Makto's Sister

Warning: very bad writing, some grammatical error (English is not my first language so please be kind), mentions of death, mentions of racism, some bad words.

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Orange means Na'vi language.

Chapter n.5 Omaticaya of the Forest.

Not welcoming the guest is shame, driving him away is cruelty.

As we walked Jakey passed me, despite the bandage on my arm I still felt very weak, I probably strained my body too much, but I can't do otherwise. Behind me I hear the little ones giggling, I turn towards them quickly, stroking the black tufts on their heads that should be their hair. “It's okay, little ones. I won't let anyone hurt you, I'm here with you." I whispered, trying to calm myself more than them, even though she saved us and showed no sign of wanting to attack, that doesn't mean other Na'vi don't want to, it's unwise to follow her, but Jakey I don't know what he's thinking with currently…And I don't know if I want to know.

“Hey, well, I just wanted to thank you for killing all those…Beasts, yeah.” Jakey took her arm, forcing her to stop. I sighed heavily as the woman just hissed at him, her bow aimed at his chest. “Don't give thanks for something like that.” she limited herself to saying while I joined my brother, which was not easy between the fact that I no longer have much strength and that I also have to be careful because of the little ones on my shoulders. “Jakey, don't thank for something like that, you know? It's just… Ugly, sad. She has blood on her hands because of us.” I try to make him think while she looks at me intensely. "You're right, it's a sad thing." she answered, while my brother bounced his gaze, confused, between her and me. "Our fault? But sorry, those beasts attacked us and it would be our fault?” he asks, still not knowing who to look directly at. "Jakey, they shouldn't have died, and if you had listened to me from the beginning, with that blessed flashlight, we wouldn't be in this mess and she wouldn't have bloody hands." I pointed out. My brother, still not understanding, he realizes it's best to back away from his beliefs, so he throws his hands up in the air with palms showing, "Okay, okay…Sorry, I didn't mean to, whatever I did, I didn't mean to." The Na'vi woman stopped looking at him and returned her gaze to me, who smiled at her. "You see, listening to me isn't so bad, brother?" I retorted as he turned to me. "Why can't you be like her?" the woman hissed, her tail wagging excitedly. I looked at her confused, like me in what sense? I don't have…Anything special.

“She see, she hear, she understand!” she paced each word as if it were obvious, as if she had lost the patience to explain the same thing over and over to people, or Na'vi, who were dumb. “Reckless, but capable. With children on her shoulders she managed the situation better than you, knowing how to protect them, herself, you and even the Viperwolves!" she looked like she was about to scream and I wondered how she lunged given that she continued to hiss. “While you…You are a child! You cause confusion and damage, not knowing what else to do and where to go!” she finished and given my brother's intelligent expression, I understood that he didn't understand what she had said at the end, better, I don't think he likes to be offended at random. “Have you… seen the little ones?” I asked shyly, she looked at me, sighed and nodded. “They weren't easy to spot, you hid them well.” “Um…Thanks, I did my best, I didn't want the little ones to experience such a dangerous experience.” I say while stroking the little head of both, the boy just stared at my fingers and tried to take them with a concentrated expression, while the girl smiled. “Okay, I understand.” he begins, though I doubt he fully understood what the woman said. “So, if you love your forest friends so much, why save our asses?” he asked and I could hardly keep myself from slapping him for having said those words, I don't want the little ones to learn to swear rather than speak. “Why save you?” she repeats, staring at him inquiringly. “Yes exactly. Why save us? I can understand her having little ones on her shoulders, so they don't die you save her too, but why me?” my brother insists, I don't know what to think, I don't…Like him talking so openly about the risk he took, I don't know why. His words cause me to squeeze close to him as he turns and wraps his arm around me, squeezing me lightly. “Why save you?” she asks, taking his eyes off me and fixing her stern gaze on my brother. Who knows what she has suffered, what or who she has lost, what she has seen and heard, to be so rough in her tone of voice, to have so many edges…Her gaze softens slightly as she approaches and places a hand on my brother's chest. “You have a strong heart, you are not afraid.” To my brother's bad luck, the compliment does not last long. “But you are ignorant and incompetent! Just like a child!” she takes her hand away abruptly, hissing at him again and turning to leave again.

“Hey! Wait come on!" Jakey started following her again, I want to tell them to slow down, but I don't think the woman would do it and I don't want to burden my brother with my whining, so I just try as hard as possible to follow them, always being incredibly careful where I put my feet. In a certain respect, however, I am lucky, the pain, fatigue and tiredness do not make me lose agility and the ability to move as if I had always walked on the ground of this verdant forest. “If I'm really like a kid then how about…I mean, you could teach me, right?” my brother insists. “You can't teach humans, they don't see.” she replied sharply, dryly. “Then teach me how to see.” my brother replied. “No one can teach you how to see, Jakey… It's something you can't learn or teach, you feel it inside, you just have it.” I try to explain to him. The woman whose name I still don't know, turns to Jakey as she continues walking “It's the truth, you can't see. You are like blind men wandering in the dark, without light, all of you except…Except her.” she said, nodding at me with the simple, yet elegant, movement of her head. Jakey looks at me and smiles, giving me a conspiratorial wink as the woman finishes. “She seems able to see, understand Eywa's will.” I lower my eyes and smile shyly, in their culture only the Tsahik has the effective task of interpreting the will of the Great Mother, a Na'vi would hardly tell someone else that he is able to fully understand it, as just she did. It is an honor to receive such a compliment. “Irayo, you are very kind.” I say in a soft and calm voice, if there was a little more confusion, my voice would get lost in the sounds of the forest.

“Listen, you speak excellent English, where did you learn? I know Grace Augustine designed a school, were you taught there?” my brother asks, trying to satisfy his curiosity but the woman doesn't seem to want to satisfy it. "Excuse me, can I ask you something?" I ask her after stroking the baby's little head that he had let out a whimper. The woman stops again and nods at me. “Could I…know your name?” her beautiful golden eyes widen, while I smile softly. It seems to me a bit of a duty to know at least the name of who I see, who I hang out with, it's more respectful and empathetic as a thing, I find it right to show interest in others, in their stories, it's my way of showing respect. Of course always if you respect me in turn, otherwise my kindness turns into indifference, and even the latter reaps many victims. “Neytiri.” she said briefly. She doesn't seem willing to talk much, she starts walking again before Jakey can introduce us, and since she still doesn't understand anything about her, she follows her again.

“Hey, really, can't we just talk?” my brother asked while he reached her again, I, on the contrary, remained slightly further back, I felt my veins throbbing, despite everything I don't know how long I will hold out without calling my brother and asking him for a hand. I accelerate to reach them and I succeed, I even overtook my brother who, trying to jump from a branch, slips and risks falling to the ground from a height that wouldn't leave him much escape if he fell. “Jakey!” I scream in fright, but luckily for us Neytiri simply reaches out and grabs him, saving him from a possibly fatal fall. “Oh, thank the Great Mother you are well! You gave me a stroke, man!" I say excitedly, terror filling my entire being, not just my voice, as I wrap my arms around Jakey's neck. My brother sighs and, not being able to hug me otherwise given the presence of the little ones who have been calm so far, he tightened his arms around my hips, filling my head with kisses. “Irayo, I don't know what I would do if I lost my brother.” I thanked her, she simply nodded and, with an indecipherable gaze, she observed us for a couple of seconds and then turned around and resumed her path. “I need your help.” my brother tries the kindness card. “You are just a child, one of those who have gone too far into unfamiliar territory.” she finished and then resumed walking quickly towards what I assume is the direction of house, for her.

“Jakey, I don't think she wants us to follow her, can we give up? She might be downright annoyed by our insistence, don't you think?" I asked, hoping he understood the woman's feelings, but apparently, I was hoping wrongly. “I just want to figure out who she is and learn, little sister. Nothing more." he whispers back as she still tries to get her to teach something that can't be taught. An alarm bell rings for me regarding my brother, he has never been passionate about studying and learning, he is more practical, about manual and war things, not so much into studying…It's not like him to be eager to learn something. Seeing her stop abruptly, we imitate her. She is looking up but I can't pay attention to her. My shoulder and wrist really hurt and I have to take advantage of the moment of pause to be able to rest, so I look around and, once I have identified a trunk large enough to lean on, I did it to catch my breath. I felt better enough to face the rest of the journey without feeling sick, but a perceptible glow even with my eyes closed made me open them to try to understand the cause.

The first thing I saw was Neytiri's astonished gaze looking at both me and the tree I was leaning against, my brother was also staring at that tree, so I turned around too, as the glow I had noticed was coming from there. The light came from all over the tree, which lit up in alternating rhythms, as if following its own melody, its own rhythm, its own specific reason, as if someone else were telling it what to do and how to do it. After a couple of seconds, I realize that the glow glows in rhythm with my breath, with one of life's major indications. When I remove my hand, because I feel well enough to continue walking without having to stop every second, the tree stops glowing and returns to its natural color during the night, an incredibly dark blue, passable for black to the less attentive eye, or lightly colorblind. “What…What was it? What happened to my sister?” Jakey asks, finally letting go of the air he's been keeping stuck in his lungs. “I have no idea, I didn't notice what tree it was.” I said smiling because I had heard the giggles of the children. A sharply released breath drew both of their attention to Neytiri. “Wow…” she just said, as she looked at me with a look I couldn't decipher, but she had nothing negative, I felt reassured by this lack of negativity. “So, which tree is it?” my brother persisted and the Na'vi answered him “It is Utral Tsaheylu, also called Utral Tirea.” she didn't even look at my brother, her eyes were locked on mine, or at least on me in general. “It's…Very rare, isn't it?” I asked and she simply nodded. “So can someone explain to me?” my brother asked, unable to understand why he was being ignored. “I have never seen Utral Tirea react like this with any Dreamwalker. You have to…be particular.” she said approaching while I, slightly uncomfortable by her intense gaze, stroked the dark tufts of the two little ones, who laughed and reassured me.

After this 'incident' Neytiri looks up again, while I just feel a slight tickling sensation on the front of my shoulder, thinking it was a pet or a light drooping liana, I turned around and started to gently brush it away and it's It was then that I realized that it was none of this. It was a Holy Spirit, a seed of the Tree of Life, an Atokirina, also called Woodsprite in our language. If I had to describe them I would say that they resemble a jellyfish, of those found in the depths of the oceans, totally white in color with small protuberances at the end of the long filaments, these protuberances are covered with a delicate hair, always white. They move by floating in the wind, retracting and stretching these long filaments, they are incredibly important and sacred to the Na'vi culture. I slowly slipped my hand under him and stroked the long bumps with my fingertips, carefully, gently. The seed immediately settled on the palm of my hand slightly moving the threadlike protuberances that I touched with such attention, feeling a bad sensation I looked up only to see my brother being the idiot he always was, abruptly sending away an Atokirina who had approached. “No!” Neytiri yelled and grabbed his arm. “What are they?” he still asks amazed. “They are Atokirina, pure spirits, seeds of the Tree of Life, considered incredibly sacred by the Na'vi. In our language they are called Woodsprite.” I explained as so many specimens of these sacred seeds piled up near me, I breathed deeply and felt at peace, calm, as if everything was following a predetermined path, the will of a benevolent higher being. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds, then began interacting respectfully with the Atokirinas. I carefully placed the tips of my fingers on their protuberances, stroking them with care and delicacy, I allowed them to rest on my body and to stay there for as long as they wanted, when they go away I gently accompany them upwards, so that they are facilitated in reach their next destination.

“Thank you for your kind visit, Pure Spirits. It has been an honor to be able to see and interact with you, Holy Spirits.” I whispered in the language of the Na'vi when all the Atokirinas had risen to the sky and were leaving, the most latecomers had lingered on the noses of the little ones, while they laughed amused and observed that strange "thing" with awe and curiosity typical of the little ones. They were so adorable that I couldn't help but smile too. After this mass demonstration Neytiri grabbed my wrist and started pulling me along with her. “Come with me, follow me.” I barely held back an aggressive hiss, she had a grip on my injured wrist. “Hey, be careful!” my brother yelled, stepping protectively in front of me, after forcing Neytiri to let go. “Sorry Neytiri, but my wrist still hurts a lot, could you please grab the other one?” I ask her, leaning my head to the side, she nods taking her good wrist, without however ceasing to pull me after her, Jakey shamelessly takes advantage of Neytiri's change of opinion to follow her again, as if he hadn't done it before.

“Neytiri, but where exactly are we going?” I asked her as I did my best to keep up with her, the tiredness starting to take over again. She didn't answer me and we passed through a path surrounded by bioluminescent plants and a small, but quite steep, cliff. Plants are not dangerous, they are also to be used in healing, not hearing my brother's footsteps next to me I turned around seeing that he couldn't help but annoy them. “Jakey, leave those poor plants alone and get moving!” Jakey listened to me, for once, and joined me. “Jakey, please don't separate yourself from the two of us, okay?” I asked and the little girl seemed to want to scold Jakey too because she pouted at him. “Lovely little one, it's okay anyway. I couldn't help myself." he smiles justifying himself. He was about to stroke the little girl's head when a thick rope wrapped tightly around his legs, trapping him. “Jakey!” I yelled and pulled my wrist out of Neytiri's grip, and she stopped and whirled around. My brother lifted his face off the ground and frowned at me as I ran over to him and knelt in front of his face. “Jakey, are you hurt that much?” I asked as I examined him, looking for signs of any injuries. “I'm fine but I could have been better, sis” he said as if it were obvious, i took his knife and cut the rope, just before he could stand up we heard the distinct clatter of hooves so we all turned around.

Many Na'vi surrounded us, pointing their weapons, bows and spears at us. A good number were on foot but even those on Direhorses, or Pa'li, were not few. One in particular, with the most frowning and hateful expression of all of the others, seemed to lead the whole group. His eyes rested on me for only a couple of seconds as Jakey, recovering from his stupor and fall, had taken the knife from my hand and positioned himself protectively in front of me, the blade poised to strike if it were been necessary. In a desperate attempt to protect the little ones, I leaned my back against my brother's, careful not to crush the children, took a deep breath and looked up, staring fearlessly at them. I moved slowly, until I was back in front of my brother, keeping all three of them behind me, even though my brother didn't seem to like it. "Calm down, calm down guys." Neytiri came to our rescue. She approached what seemed to be the leader of the group, while I adjusted my hair to better cover the little ones, thank goodness they're playing with it, at least they're calm, even if I don't know how long it will last. The man dismounted from the Pa'li, disconnecting his tail from the antenna of his steed. "What does all this mean, Tsu'tey?!" He looks at her for a second, then turns his gaze back to us, weighing us up and down, disgusted. I frowned further, he must know that I'm not afraid of him, otherwise he could take advantage of the situation and I don't want that to happen, if I'm going to die, I want to do it with dignity. “These sky demons are not allowed here.” he just said, hatred permeating every word. Who also knows what he has lost, who has been taken away from him, what has been stolen from him, to prevent him from seeing a little further. What did he go through to make him so harsh and judgmental? I don't know how Neytiri is going to get us past this handful of Na'vi warriors, but I have to trust her, I don't think she would have dragged me here herself if she wanted to see me die, they aren't that bad. If we only learned to look, we'd have a lot to learn from them. “There were various signs that it had to do with both.” she just says, with all the calm in the world. “They deserve to be looked into by the Tsahik.” she just concluded, while Tsu'tey looked us up and down, again, he seems not to want to look too much since he looks away quickly. “Take them with you.” he just said as he remounted his steed and started to move back. Neytiri approached me, effectively protecting me from the onslaught of the other warriors, gently took my hand and urged me to follow her. “Come on, we're almost there.” she whispered, as if she wanted to soothe me as I, in anguish, constantly turned on my brother, hissing and screaming at anyone who attempted to grab him. “Stop. Let him walk alone, he will follow us without constraint.” again Neytiri with a calm mixed with enviable authority, came to our rescue, so Jakey too was let go and was free to join me and Neytiri walking without anyone pulling him from side to side. I thanked her but I didn't have much strength to speak after that, the only times my voice was heard again was when I had to reassure the little ones.

I don't know how long we walk, the only thing I notice is that no one dares to get too close to me, even Jakey is left alone but he is always more threatened than me, I make myself heard every time it happens. We arrived in front of a huge tree, wonderful and that they all call "home", Hometree. It is even more beautiful than the images that Grace had shown me and I could not help myself “Wonderful… This is your house, am I right Neytiri?” she turns to me and nods with the look that she hides awareness, like it's obvious that I like her home, I don't know how she could tell. “What is that, a tree?” my wit master brother asks and I roll my eyes in a sigh as Neytiri hisses at him again. "It's called Hometree, it's not just a tree, Jakey, it's their home." I explain to him with all the kindness and calmness I'm capable of. Neytiri led us in and we were surrounded immediately, the Na'vi looked at us suspicious and wary, what did our kind do to them, precisely? What crimes have we committed to make them feel so suspicious and so agitated? Jakey walked up to me and started checking how I was and if the kids with me were okay. I smile at him as I see him loosen the band on my shoulder, hearing a rustle in front of me, I turn around and find myself in front of the clan leader. Grace told me about him a couple of times, while she told me anecdotes and answered all my questions. “Oel ngati kameie, father.” Neytiri greets him, which explains her authority over the others and why they listened and obeyed her words so blindly. She is a kind of princess of the Clan, if we are to speak in terrestrial terms. The chief, whose name is Eytukan if I remember correctly, looked us up and down, his nostrils flared and his furious expression became disgusted. I turned my gaze to my brother who still hadn't raised his, he was looking at my wrist, as if he was undecided about something, he probably didn't know whether to try to look at the wound or leave the Taxax leaf wrapped around my wrist. “I said these demons should never come back here!” he screamed so loud that the frightened little ones let out soft whimpers. “Shhh, it's okay, it's okay…” I whispered tenderly, as I ran my hand over their little heads, turning mine to kiss their cheeks. I glared at him, I don't care who you are or what role you play, I owe you respect if you show it towards me and if you make helpless and innocent children cry then you don't deserve my respect, for now, at least. “You should have killed them on the spot, why did you bring them here?” he lowered his voice slightly, I don't know why he did it, definitely not because of my look which he might have found offensive, but nevermind. “I was going to, but then…Various events happened, various signs from the Great Mother, I couldn't kill them.” replies his daughter, her calmness and self-confidence are to be envied. “How long has she been watching us?” my brother whispers and, in order not to get both of us in further trouble, I decide to shrug my shoulders, still paying attention to the little ones. “The smell of these demons fills my nostrils and disgusts me.” he said in his language thinking, probably, that we didn't understand anything but the movement of my ear and my eyes must have convinced him otherwise as he began to examine me again with a furious look.

“Someone is going to explain to me…? Sister?" my brother asks, looking at me confused, and before I can actually give him a logical answer, Neytiri beats me. “My father is deciding whether or not to kill you.” she says, always with a cold blood that is disturbing. I immediately stiffen and whisper comforting words to the little ones so they don't realize the terrible emotions and thoughts that go through me. I wonder how Neytiri is so quiet, but I can't focus on this aspect of Jakey playing the idiot, again. "Oh, your father?" he starts and I don't like how he's going to end it. "Pleased sir." he extends his hand to the leader and approaches him, while the other Na'vi surround him growling and hissing I rub my face violently, in an attempt to calm my anger mixed with disappointment, a more stupid thing Jakey just couldn't do. But didn't you see me greet Neytiri before? I sigh, deeply irritated by the situation and the turn it's taken, I open my eyes to see if the situation is getting worse and if Jakey is in danger, and it's because he doesn't understand that he should back off.

My body stiffens further and I also feel that the children perceive my anger and unease, I have to hurry up so they don't cry. My breath catches immediately, my heart races, the blood pounds in my ears, my eyes widen and the tail behind me starts to move in an agitated manner, slamming the ground violently several times. A sound comes out of my mouth that is a mix between a deep hiss and a half scream from a Na'vi pissed to death with the other clan members in front of her when in reality, the only person object of my anger currently is my brother because he never listens to me and doesn't reflect on what he does and the consequences his actions bring. I love him so much, but sometimes this attitude of him drives me crazy. I walk towards my brother, hissing and growling at anyone who dares to get too close to me, the little ones or my brother himself who backs away quite frightened, he knows me and knows that provoking me is never the best choice to make despite my nature sweet and kind. I grab him by the shirt without saying a word and drag him away from the circle that had closed around him. Once he's brought to a safe position I let him go but not before growling at him. “Now you stay here and stay still, is that clear?” I hiss and he nods with his ears retracted. I breathe deeply a couple of times, my body relaxes, my heart slows down, the blood in my ears stops and I calm down a bit, even if the tension around us remains incredibly high. “Listen to me for once, is it that difficult?” I scold him by running my hand over the little heads of the little ones, they're all too good at sitting still all this time, I expect they'll soon burst into tears. Before my brother can answer me, someone else's voice is heard. “Stay back! I will control these aliens!”

Well, here is the fifth chapter of the story✨. I hope you like it and, if you want, see you in the next chapter, number 6👋.

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