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wincestdailyheadcanons · 4 months

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"I think it would do you both good to see each other." Jack says, taking the half empty beer from Dean's hand.

The smile on Dean's face brightens his features up so much he looked 20 years younger.

"I get to go be with Sam?" Dean asks. "Finally?"

Jack shakes his head. "Not yet. It isn't your time."

Dean scowled, grabbing the bottleback, taking a drink; "Then fuck off. Until I get to be with him again, heaven, hell, wherever, dont you talk to me. It shouldve been me in that barn, not him, and you fucking know it."

Dean kept his body from shaking, his voice even, but he knew that despite the dim lights of the no name bar, Jack would see the pain

in his eyes. The hurt, and loneliness in his soul that shined through the green that only Sam had ever been

able to fill.

"There's many worlds, Dean." Jack

said, this time sitting across from Dean. The gesture meaning to show not only empathy,

but equality. In this moment, he wasnt a God. He was just a guy trying to comfort one of the only fathers he knew.

"In this world, Sam died. In another you do, in one you go on a different hunt and nothing happens." Dean looked up; "So, youre taking

me to see a different Sam?"

Jack nodded; "He's elderly in this world. Time is-"

Dean held up his hand; "I don't need to hear the mumbo jumbo about time and space, just take me to him."

Dean blinked, and found himself outside a well maintained brick house with large trees, and a well kept yard. Inside he could hear

yelling.

Dean rushed in, moving quickly through the house, and in the living room found a tall man with white hair, and a beard.

"Why are you in here?!" Sam screamed at a young woman. "I want my brother!"

"Mr Winchester, I'm your nurse, Hannah, your son asked me to he-"

Sam grabbed a glass off and raised his hand to throw it.

"Sammy?"

Sam instantly responded to Dean's voice, the glass slipping from his fingers, and shattering on the floor.

"Dean?" Sam asked, stepping forward, his bare feet moving towards the broken shards of glass. His eyes locked with Dean's. Dean and the nurse moved to stop him.

Dean pushed Sam back onto the couch, ignoring Sam's tears of joy at seeing him. "Missed you, missed you." Sam sobbed, clinging to Dean's Jacket. Dean looked down at his sleeve. Dads leather jacket. Dean caught his reflection in a mirror above the fireplace. He looked how he did in 2005.

Sam cupped Dean's face pressing their foreheads together. "I wanna go hunting."

Dean closed his eyes, and sighed, taking in the moment. He hadnt realized he had forgotten what Sam sounded like, how it felt to hear his name come out of Sam's mouth,

forgotten what it felt like to be home again.

"Okay, Sammy." Dean obviously wasnt going to take Sam on a hunt but still the lie that he was a family friend, Sam's son had asked to come over was believed easy enough by the nurse.

For the next two days, Dean took care of Sam. Fed him, bathed him, walked around the yard with him. Mostly though, they just talked.

Sam seemed to be confused about what year it was, he mentioned Stanford alot. That was probably why Jack had sent Dean like this.

"You wanna go for a ride in the car?" Dean asked, having found the keys hidden in a drawer and Sam immediately lit up, nodding.

Dean took Sam to an empty field,

and watched the stars. Dean clinked their beer bottles together. Sam didnt even notice his was non alcoholic. He just smiled; "Cheers, jerk."

"Cheers, bitch."

That night, Dean helped Sam into bed. Something in his gut told him Sam's reaper wasn't far off. Dean pulled up a chair to sit by

Sam, and held his hand, squeezing it gently. He understood why Jack had brought him here. In the barn, there had been no time to say goodbye. The attack had happened

so fast, so violently, Dean didn't

have a chance to say anything to Sam.

This was his chance. Dean kissed Sam's wrist;, "I am so very proud of you, how strong, and smart you are. How you never took any of Dads crap.”

Sam's eyes softened, he looked so tired. Dean continued. "You've always kept fighting, and I know how hard that had to have been for you." Sam closed his eyes, starting to drift off into sleep, a soft smile on his face. "Love you, De."

"I love you so much, my baby brother."

After a bit, Dean laid Sam's hand down, and stood, walking towards the door to sleep on the couch. "Goodnight." Sam called gently.

"Night, Sammy."

The next morning, he left before Sam woke up, catching Sam's son, who he had learned shared a name with him at the front door.

"Take good care of him." Dean smiled, chuckling to himself at the young man's confusion.

"Do-do I know you?" He asked.

Dean shrugged, and walked down the sidewalk.

Dean Jr walked inside, setting his bag down on the floor in his old bedroom, before going to his dads room.

"Hey, Dad." He said pulling a chair up. "Your nurse just left. He seemed pretty cool.”

There was a small framed picture beside the bed of his dad when he was younger, beside him sat the uncle he knew, but never met. He

picked up the frame, analyzing it then looked

towards the door. There was no way, no possible way.-

But they were both wearing the same necklace...

"Do I know you?" He had asked the man.

"My big brother came and visited me." Sam told him. "We drove in the Impala" He smiled, stroking the amulet around his neck. "It was fun.”

#supernatural #sam/dean #dean winchester #sam winchester #wincest #WincestDailyHC

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apparentlytheproblem · 1 year

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Having a nightmare and George comforting you

i n v i s i b l e p r o m i s e s

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- george weasley

a/n: im so sorry it took so long, istg there are over 200 requests and im really trying my best to be able to write all of these to a decent standard and im very new to all of this so it takes a while but regardless my requests are open luvs :)

requested- yes

warnings- nightmares, close intamacy, physical touch?

tall, black-cloaked figures with rotten, skeletal hands; they have the ability to suck a person's soul out through their mouths draining all happiness and joy.

dementors.

you woke up sweaty and panting on george weasley's bed trying not to stir him up. there was something about them that frigtened you, but you didnt know what. prehabs how they look with those ragged clothes or that they could take everything that had ever made you smile go away in a kiss? you had too much to loose when you had so very little and that is terifying

you failed to let georgie remain asleep. he wasnt new to the episode of nightmares and knew better than to verbally comfort you.

he rested his back on the bed and inched you closer. it was such a gentle thing that would make your heart swell

he pampered you with the softest kisses as if one could hurt you and carassed your hair as if he's never seen such prettier strands

his comfort was being there. georgie knew best what to say and when to not and that was the reason that he was so dear after such disturbances to your sleep. just holding you was enough because everything else was aldready said

i love you

i will always love you

im gonna keep loving you

and george fucking weasley will never let that smile leave your face

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eclipse-rain · 1 year

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Fwel Tsaheylu (Broken Bond)

Reader is part of the Sully family

Lo'ak's younger twin and eldest daughter

This is my first post and first time writing one of these so please be nice ♡

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Masterlist~

The light of the stars shone down onto pandora far below them. The bioluminecent plants glowed many diffrent colors in the darkness of eclipse. The leaves shiffted, moving lightly with the small wind that blew through them. It blew upwind, a crucial piece of knowledge for any hunter to know. Couldn't have your hunt being able to smell you before you caught it. Any movement out of place would lose you your catch. Stay still, stay quiet, make as little movement as possible when you notch your bow in your arrow. Place the bow, pull back, make sure your in the right position, exhale, keep an eye on your target, aim, release. And try not to miss.

Like i just did.

Startled, the animal quickly ran away from the arrow that shot past it.

"That was so off" i whispered to myself, i was glad none of my siblings were around to make fun of me for missing the most simple shot. I was too caught up in my own thoughts. I came out to hunt at night to clear my head when i couldnt sleep and ended up being caught up enough in my own thoughts that i didnt even hit it at all.

It had become some what of a normality for me at this stage, the sneaking out of the village, sneaking out of my hammock where i would sleep near my family at night. At least i had my own hammock when i used to have to sleep with my parents and siblings. Sometimes i needed more time to myself, to sort through my thoughts without interruption and i couldnt do that while lying still as my family slept around me. My mind was far too active, my guard was still up, my tail still forced to silence at my side instead of being able to freely swish back and forth in annoyance or anger or any other emotion it portrayed that i couldnt show to my family without being questioned a hundred diffrent ways of what was wrong.

They ment well, i know they did but that didnt make it any less hard when they looked at you with pity, with anticipation or knowing. When they looked at you like they could see through your lies and into your soul. See through the barrier you put around yourself, that you used to keep people at a safe distance in hopes that that way it would hurt less if you let them down.

It would hurt less if they never had expectations for you at all in the first place but it was impossible for that to be the case with my family. Even if it wasnt the type of expectation that my eldest brother had to mold himself into or even the expectations that my second brother had tried to fit himself to while following in the footsteps of our eldest brother.

No,no. The expectations set out for me were probably the simplest and yet the most impossible thing for me to do. But i guess thats how everyones problems are. They may not seem like all that big of a deal to another person, mabey that person could even find an easy way through that problem. But your problem is a problem because it is tailored to fit you and only you exactly and that creates the feeling of isolation of lonleyness and despair.

Because then you feel like no one else would be able to understand, no one else would be able to help you through the problem so in the end you have to find the correct path on your own. Even if that means you feel those emotions and many more while you try to claw your way back out of that dark pit and back to the light. The problem with this is that while some can accomplish such a feat, many cannot. Even faced with that realisation many still chose to try, because thats all you can do until you can try no more.

"Ah..."

"I did it again..."

I mentally hit myself for zoning out once again. I figured that with my latest failure it was time to head back. I ran to retrieve my arrow from where it had landed a few meters away. It was in a very small clearing surrounded by trees with just a patch of grass in the center. A sudden memory came flooding back to me and i got sucked into my thoughts once more.

The memory of laughter, of comfort and happiness a memory i cherished and relished in but also with the passing years felt now somewhat bitter. We used to lie in this place, it was the only clearing in the forest where you could see the stars without them being covered by the thick foliage of the canopy of trees up above. Kiri and i used to come here almost every eclipse just before bedtime . We would lie in the grass and look up at the stars, take in their magnificence. Kiri would tell me about how she could feel the nature all around her, feel the life of the forest.

I slowly lowered myself down to the ground and onto my back to relish in the memory, the stars shone down onto the forest far below. And like it always does that memory that i cherish, the bit i can relish in ends and the bitterness comes creeping in. I loved spending that time with Kiri, we were closer to each other than to our older brothers when we were kids since she was the only other girl my age in the family. But the way she could feel the forest, feel it around her, feel its heartbeat and feel eywa, it couldnt help but make me feel like i was diffrent. It made me feel like an out cast, like an alien...like a human. I thought it was unfair and i'll admit i was even somewhat jealous of her connection to eywa. I still am. Even though i know thats something she struggles with and for that i cannot help but hate myself for being such a bad sister and bad person. Mabey i am more human than id like to admit, i heard theyre selfish and only think about themselves.

See i had and still have the complete oposite problem to Kiri. While she feels a great connection to eywa beyond even the normal na'vi peoples understanding, i barely feel a connection to eywa at all. This was something i learned gradually as i grew up, like when Kiri would talk about what she felt or when my parents, siblings and the other na'vi people could talk about what they felt regarding eywa so easily.

As i grew i gradually learned how i was diffrent from the others in my village, even in my own family. Nevermind having Kiris connecrion to eywa, i barely had the connection to be one of the people. Of course since i found this all out as i grew older and became more aware of what that would mean for me, i took precautions, you could say. I reclined back into myself and put up a wall.

And when my parents started to give me those looks of pity, anticipaton or knowing, like they could see into my soul, see that something was bothering me, that something was wrong. I learned to calm the swishing of my angered tail, stiffen the annoyed twitches of my ears, the anxious movements my body made. So that even they would not be able to see past my barrier and into my heart. So that they would not question as to why i was suddenly angry or annoyed or anxious. So that they would not find out the truth, so that they would never think of me as one of those demons, as my mother called them. One of the humans.

Instead of letting the bitterness envelop my heart completely i pulled myself back to reality and back to the stars. The one piece of this world that i truly do feel connected to. That i feel myself always being pulled towards instead of the forest like everyone else. Mabey thats why even after i stopped coming out at eclipse with Kiri to star gaze, hoping to completely close that part of myself off, i still could not help, even now, for my gaze to always seemingly be drawn upwards, towards the stars. Towards the sky.

My heart gradually recovered as it always does and as i always expect it to in the future. But that didnt last long. I brought myself up to rest on my arms so i could get a better look at what i was seeing. As if i couldnt believe my eyes, i stared dumbfounded at what i saw before me. A star that was shinning brighter than all the others.

No, a new star.

And all the na'vi people, even me, know that a new star can only mean one thing.

"Humans...!"

...

A new star ment a new war.

A war my parents hoped would never come. With their hopes dashed, preparations were made. A hunting party. A war party. With our parents leading it. The plan was to ambush a train that was transporting human suplies. My older brothers and i were also going along with them to observe from up above and keep look out.

Its not like we never had drills for the possibility of the humans returning. We were trained to hunt and to fight so that it was burned into our heads and bodies until it had become a reflex. We trained and trained until we went through our own right of passage to earn our place as a hunter and to earn our own ikran which the four of us had already gone through.

My eldest brother Neteyam was taught by our father. He strived to perfect his hunting skills and became a great hunter to the point that he could rival our parents in the near future.

My second brother and older twin Lo'ak followed in the footsteps of our older brother and had our father teach him how to use a bow and hunt. Although his desire to learn faded as quickly as it came in his finding that he was not as great as Neteyam in that area.

Kiri who was only a small bit younger than Lo'ak and i never wanted to become a hunter and join the hunting party and decided to remain at home and become a healer instead. She was taught by our grandmother, our Mothers mother and the former tsahik of our clan, Mo'at. With Grandmother as her mentor, for guidance, Kiri was steadily on her way to becoming a great healer.

Tuk followed lightly in the foot steps of each of us, observing, while trying to figure out what path she would take in the future.

I however always wanted to become a hunter like my older brothers who i admired since i was a kid. I was also the only one in the family who was taught to hunt by our mother. I guess it had something to do with me being the first born girl in the family. But even if i was not a natural at hunting or using a bow like Neteyam, i would not give up as easily as Lo'ak. My flame to learn would not burn out as quickly and was only stoked, sparking a bigger fire under my small wings.

I would practice and practice in secret until my fingers bled and scabbed and calloused over. So that i could make my mother proud when i was the only child she taught in the family. So that even if i wasnt the best, at least i wasnt the worst. So that i was at least average, i was normal. So that i could blend in, so that i didnt look like an outcast or an alien or a human like my mother and all the other Na'vi people hated.

We flew high in the air on our ikrans, weaving in and out of mountain tops and cliffs. Everyone was armed with weapons and donned in war paint. Our parents lead the attack up at the forefront. My father was armed with a gun, my mother with her fathers bow. They hollared and shouted to boost the moral of the others in the party.

My older brothers and i were higher up and more at the back of the party since we were only there to observe and not get in the way.

We came upon an elivated train track and the train carrying the suplies soon came into view at a fast speed. It was flanked with two aircrafts on either side, probably to protect it in case of an attack like what was about to unfold i thought. My father signaled to the war party on the ground and soon after the track right in front of the train exploded. The train was sent flying and broke into multiple sections, turning over in mid air. It exploded with parts flying in every direction.

The war party on the ground cheered in triumph and my father signaled for our party to move in. The three of us circled around the scene from above and i watched as my father took out one of the aircrafts with his gun while my mother took out the other with her bow and arrow. She cried a war call in triumph while raising her arms, bow still in hand, above her head.

The three of us watched as the rest of the people flocked to the wreckage of the train to raid and distribute the gun supplies of the humans. My father stood to the side, still armed, watching over the situation, urging people not to slow their movements.

And suddenly my twin brother had a bright idea.

"Bro, we have got to get down there!" Lo'ak exclaimed

"No way dad would skin us!" Neteyam countered

"Come on dont be a woose" Lo'ak said calmly while veering down towards the wreckage

"Lo'ak get back here you...!" Neteyam called after him before shouting in annoyance

'I bet he was going to say skwang' i thought to myself observing the exchange from the other side of Neteyam.

"Stay here, dont follow us, just do what dad said" he shouted over to me

I didnt get a chance to reply before he dived after Lo'ak.

I was going to do what dad said even with out Neteyam telling me to. I really hate when he orders me around. I know he means well but does he really think id do something dumb in this situation. Im not trying to get myself killed! Although the same cant be said for my twin so i guess i see where he's coming from at least.

I watched them land on the ground while continuing to circle over head and farther forward toward the cliff side. That was until my attention was shifted to my ikran who started to act weird. It was suddenly swaying left and right instead of straight ahead like i was telling it to.

"Steady girl. Woah! Steady!" I called out to it

I started to panic and began to lose control of my ikran even more. We suddenly started to lose momentum and veered towards the ground. I knew it would be bad if i didnt do something now and i would not come out unscathed if i fell from this height all the way down to the ground.

With what control i had left over my ikran i veered it towards the cliff side. It lurched forward and slammed us against the side of the cliff before latching onto it with its talons. I quickly got over the momentary shock of how hard we slammed into the cliff so i could find out what was wrong with my ikran. I knew what danger i was in if i was not able to fly and more human reinforcements came.

I looked my ikran over as best i could. Did it get hit by something and i just didnt know? Was it injured? If not then what was wrong with it? I could not see anything wrong with it externally. Was it something i did? I was about to focus on our tsahaylu to feel what was wrong with my ikran when i heard a call and more shouts from the party down below.

Seeing them, some of them had scared faces while pointing their guns to the sky and others ran in the opposite directions than the guns were pointing. I turned to look back at the gap between the cliff where i was latched onto and the opposite cliff. I was faced with a human aircraft flying into the clearing not far away from where i was placed on the cliff.

"Great Mother" i said under my breath in shock

I heard my father order a retreat, the war party followed the command and started to fall back. Panic arose in me once again, i didnt know if i could properly fly again to get myself away from the danger. I mentally cursed and thought about contacting my father through the communication device around my throat. I hesitated and cringed back into myself as i knew i would be questioned a million diffrent ways as to what i was doing and why i couldnt fly by both of my parents if i let them know about this.

Both my parents also had other priorities as clan leaders and the leaders of this party. I couldnt just have one of them come rescue me because i suddenly couldnt fly my ikran even though it wasnt injured at all, so there was technically nothing wrong with it. I would be made fun of relentelessly by my siblings as well since this was one of the most basic things to do as a hunter and i had already gone through the right of passage of choosing and getting my own ikran. So why would i be having problems now?

Of course i was pretty sure i knew the answer to this but they didnt have to know.

I opted for the quickest course of action since even if i told my father what was happening he would not be able to get to me quick enough when i was all the way at the top of a cliff. And would most likely just tell me to fly away to a safe place, so i planned to do exactly that. I had to get myself out of the way and out of any possibility of danger on my own.

So that i would not hinder my parents or the war party. I didnt know if i could fly properly again but i had to at least try because thats all i really could do in this situation. It was either that or get spotted by the aircraft and get blown to smithereens. And my problems werent bad enough right now for me to want that to happen so i opted to try to fly the f*ck away instead.

This was all decided in a matter of seconds. Afterall flying with your ikran was all about your tsaheylu, your connection to them on a deeper level. No connection, no flying. So thats what i focused on. I first focused on trying to feel what was wrong with my ikran like i was trying to do earlier before the reinforcement airship arrived.

Of course, i was right when i figured i probably knew what was wrong because this wasnt the first time something like this happened.

Although it was the first time it happened in a place where other people and even my family members could see and of course it also had to be when we were all in a dangerous situation.

I mentally cursed and prayed to eywa to be able to keep my tsaheylu connection a little longer. It was fading again, my tsaheylu connection, like it does sometimes randomly and without warning. I still dont know why this happens and it barely ever happened before but in the last few years it has become more frequent.

Its not just my connection to my ikran but the same thing has happened before with our steeds and my connection to eywa has never been that strong in the first place. Its gotten worse as I've grown older but how could i tell anyone about it? I mean really how could i!

I dont have any human attributes like my twin or my adoptive sister, like having four fingers instead of three or having eyebrows when normal na'vi people dont. But iv seen how it affects my siblings. I hear the infrequent murmurs about them being more human than na'vi compared to Neteyam, Tuk and I. I dont think it bothers Kiri all that much but i know its something that Lo'ak struggles with even if he doesnt want to admit it.

But theyre all wrong, the on lookers, the people who murmur those things. Even if thats how they look in apperance, they have never shown any signs of being anything other than true Na'vi people. They have never acted in any way that is unlike the na'vi because its normal for them to act just like the people. While i on the other hand have the exact opposite problem.

I may look like the na'vi people but i could not feel any diffrent on the inside even if i dont want to admit it. I know deep down that i am diffrent, i guess i am like Lo'ak in that sense. We are twins after all, it would be wierd if there werent one or two things about us that were alike. I remember father once said to us when we were kids that twins run in the family, his side of the family, and that he and his twin brother were not that alike either.

I know how much the people and especially my own mother hate humans. And i dont blame them, how could i! Look at what they've done, not even once but now twice. They're demons. Just like my mother said.

And with that thought i tried to force my concentration to my tsaheylu, to my bond with my ikran and through that connection i told my ikran to fly. To fly away, away from the danger, away from the clearing, from the war zone.

I tried, i really tried but it didnt work, like i had expected it not to deep down. Instead now my ikran seemed to be panicking, scared by the loud explosions and cries from below and without instruction or comfort from our tsaheylu.

It was thrashing around as it became increasingly agitated and my panic spiked once more. I froze not knowing what to do, the sounds of the comotion still rang out far below me. My ikran was scaling the side of the cliff going up a bit and then back down, trying to figure out which way to go on its own.

Our tsaheylu was still not working and suddenly my ikran let go of the side of the cliff and took flight of its own accord. It soared up higher in the air and then circled back down closer to the ground and the fight. All the while i was desperately disconnecting and reconnecting the bond to my ikran hoping against hope that it might actually work one of the times it reconnected.

Everyone was occupied enough with the attacks from the new aircraft that they didnt see my not being able to fly my ikran properly which i was somewhat relieved about. But of course my relief didnt last long. As my tsaheylu was disconnected and i was once again trying to reconnect our bond, i was not holding onto my ikran with my hands.

I had only been holding onto it with my legs while trying to form tsaheylu so when one of the na'vi people took down the aircraft and it fell to the groud creating the biggest explosion yet, my ikran flung me right off its back in fright. Thankfully we were lower to the ground than before so i at least wouldnt die on impact.

I vaguely saw my ikrans retreating form fly higher into the sky and away from the explosion seeming to have finally made up its mind to get the f*ck out of here.

'Wow thats a great idea. I wish you would have thought of that before when i was still on your back!' I thought to myself annoyed

I averted my attention to the bigger problem i was now facing as i was free falling to the ground. I reached out to try and grab a piece of the wreckage of one of the train sections as i was falling. I successfully did so, slicing deep gashes into both palms of my hands in the process but lessening the impact of when i hit the ground.

I layed still for a while after, trying to get over the shock of my fall.

But i knew i could not waste anymore time. I remembered back to something my father made sure to always remind me of. So that it would be ingrained into my mind. So that if i chose to follow in his and my mothers footsteps and become a hunter in the future like my brothers would, even when i was in crisis i would not forget his words.

'You cant hesitate! Because a split second is all it can take to mean the diffrence between life and death. Weather you live or die.'

When i was a kid i thought dad had learned that when he became Toruk Macto and fought in the war against the humans but father said it was something he learned when he was a marine. A warrior of Earth. The humans planet. The place he came from and was born and raised.

And so with that in mind i blocked out the slight ringing in my ears and the streaks of white fading in and out of my vision. I heaved myself into a sitting position before pushing myself to my feet. Ignoring the sting in my bloodied palms and my bruised back. My adrenalin kicking in and putting my body in survival mode.

"I have to try and find cover" i whispered under my breath

'If more human reinforcemnts come and i cant fly away or run away i should at least find somewhere to hide myself. At least that way i will be more protected than if i was out in the open' i thought to myself

I looked around for a split second before deciding on crouching behind a big piece of wreakage that was just a little ways off to my right. I grabbed a bloodstained bow i found inbetween small pieces of the wreakage and a single arrow that was stuck in the ground on my way.

Armed and hidden, crouched behind the wreackage i didnt have time to think any farther ahead before I heard my fathers voice come over the device around my throat.

"Y/n where are you? Are you okay?"

My head finally cleared from the slight ringing in my ears and the streaks of white in my vision as i heard the sound of my fathers voice.

"Y/n respond!" Jake urged with a more forceful tone to his voice

I took a moment to gather myself before i brought my hand up to my neck to respond.

"Yeah, im here. Im fine" i said in as calm a voice as i could manage at the time

"Well where are you then? I dont see you up above. Are you heading back home with the others?" He asked more calmly this time

I didnt know how to respond to that. Mostly because i was embarrased to be in the situation i was in when it never should have happened in the first place. Because i knew better than to do something dumb in the middle of a battle and just couldnt control my ikran, but how could i tell him that? The other part was that i didnt really know where i actually was on the battlefield to tell him my location.

When i didnt respond i heard him call my name again and was startled back to reality by the sound of his voice.

"Y/n, where are you right now" he said with a little more urgency to his voice

I heard who i assumed to be Neteyam in the background of my fathers end mutter something along the lines of "Im sorry, sir".

I slowly raised myself up from my hiding spot to look around to see if i could see any landmarks that stuck out to me that i could possibly relay to my father for him to be able to find me. Thats when i heard that familiar call.

"Its alright i can see mom" i relayed to him

I saw my mother flying on her own ikran around the battlefield. She had probably also noticed her childrens absences and went to search herself.

"Good. Signal to her and ride with her back home" Jake commanded

And i ended up doing just that.

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notedchampagne · 3 months

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Do you think Alecto was better for being loved by Harrow ? That Harrow loving her during her imprisonment changed anything ?

Do you think one of the big differences between Alecto and the RBs is that she knows what love and being loved (and betrayed) means ?

Is this gonn be a "in the end, love wasn't enough, still it was better for it" situation ?

i think all the RBs, alecto included, know what love is. from the very start alecto loved john- and even if shes pissed at him to hell and back now she still loves him. john/the narrative portrayed the RBs as massive beasts ravenous for revenge, but varuns words implied that they were searching for alecto! shes a part of their family! of course theyre furious at john.

meanwhile harrows love for alecto kept harrow alive, but we dont actually know if alecto knows much of her other than the fact that anastasias descendant released her. you could argue that harrows love for her made her free, but honestly it feels a bit iffy from my end (in that harrow opened the tomb as a mix of her devotion + suicidal tendencies, and only fell in love with alecto after).

personally a "love wasnt enough" endgame feels antithetical to tlt as a whole... instead i interpret most of it to be "love is Too Much and will ultimately destroy your identity as you know it". love fuels so many characters' actions that later end up destroying themselves: gideon dies for harrow, harrow forgets gideon to preserve her, the sixth die as equals because they cant live without each other, pyrrha is susceptible to falling in love again and again and only serves to hurt herself for it. nona loves life and starts dying when she remembers john loves alecto. souls will always affect each other no matter how brief. im off on a tangent! what i mean to say is: i dont know if harrow loving alecto throughout her imprisonment changed anything about her. i do know that she and john have loved each other that whole time though, and i hope it will be for the worse

#talking back #tlt spoilers #tlt

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Obviously, I have opinions about the word 'queer.' There's historical precedence for the broad usage of this word and there are multiple posts about those contexts.

But that's only some of the reason that I choose this word to describe myself.

You know... growing up in Indiana in the 90s I didn't get exposed to the community. There was some ruckus about it at church a few times, the AIDS epidemic was background noise, and we had one gay bar that got closed down by the time I was old enough to go there.

I was outed against my will when I was seven, in 1993, when it was still very much a social death sentence in the suburban midwest. Twenty-one years before marriage was even halfway legal. And I was called all manner of things, including 'queer.' But the word that hurt the most, really hit me deeply in my soul...

...was 'lesbian.'

Lesbian is the accepted term for a woman who seeks relationships with women (the community's own gatekeeping aside.) It is one of the main letters in the acronym. There is nothing wrong with the word 'lesbian.'

But it was the way that they said it. That fucking lesbian. What are you, a lesbo? Dont sit with her, shes a lesbian.

This was paired with projectile rocks, bottles, some elaborate pranks and some less than elaborate.

This went on for eleven years. In high school our Gay-Straight-Alliance had about five people, and it was made up of two people I was sort of friends with and three people who had been throwing rocks at me. It wasnt a safe place.

And I had yet to kiss a single girl. Whole high school experience, couldnt even think about dating because I was too busy trying to shake that word off of me.

Maybe if someone said it nicely to me just once I wouldnt have felt like I was scraping the label off of me every day.

Get to college, I hear the phrase 'queer studies.' The word felt like pins on the back of my neck because I'd heard that word, too. But today it was a friendly word, a thing you could study. A history, a theory, a community.

I get shy about the word, and then I hear more words. Femme, butch, dyke, bear, bambi, fag, queen... all of these words from friendly mouths with kind eyes and all of them queer.

And then I said it out loud.

"Queer."

Ooohh.. see, it was different when I took it for myself. It wasnt pins anymore, it was a knife that I got to hold. 'Lesbian' still hurt because by the time I found queerness, it was questionable that my gender mattered anymore.

It's such a... broad word. I get to define my own queerness. I'm not a woman who loves women, I'm a person who is in love! And that love is for my girlfriend, that love is for my friends, that love is for myself- god fucking finally that love is for myself, who I hated and hated and hated for almost thirty years because someone when I was seven decided to put me in a fucking box that I didn't belong and I didnt know how to escape because I didnt know that there were other words, kinder words, words like knives in the hand instead of in the heart.

God. Fucking. Damnit. I loved myself for the first time.

And you want me... to go back into that little box that doesnt fit me anymore because it's a 'slur?' And you think I cant reclaim it because it wasnt meant for me when I was literally... called it since I was seven god damned years old?

No word meant to describe my sexuality is without a history of violence. Not a single one. The word 'lesbian' no longer stings, it just isnt wholly correct for me.

So if I can make peace with the word that sent me home crying for eleven years, you can let people reclaim the word 'queer' for themselves.

Miss me with that terf shit.

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the-crimson · 2 months

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Q!BBH and Generational Trauma

For a long time this has been something I’ve noticed in the halo family that I’ve strongly related to. Idk if it’s an intentional theme bbh and Dapmin (and pommin but im mainly gonna focus on Dapper) put into their characters but it’s definitely there. So heres my perspective on bbh’s character arc so far observed through a lens of generational trauma.

(Quick side note. Writing this post was a journey tm and my initial view of bbh and god’s relationship and what the afterlife scene meant shifts dramatically half way through XD)

Even if a parent does everything right, they will still hurt their children. It’s part of the job. It’s part of life. Even if we choose to be better than our parents, the scars they left will bleed onto our children. I think every family has an element of generational trauma - I certainly do but im not gonna trauma dump on yall - but the severity of it is a spectrum.

Q!bbh was cast from his home due to the conditional love of God/the Father and this has left a clear impact on him. His self worth is in the gutter and he lacked a sense of purpose. According to everything we know of bbh’s life before the island, he didnt really care for much of anything other than finding the next source of entertainment - i mean, he remembers the salem witch trials fondly because of the drama of it all regardless of the fact that hundreds of innocent women were murdered.

Was God being intentionally cruel or abusive? Probably not. From His perspective, he may see casting his angels from heaven as a temporary punishment - like spanking a child for throwing a tantrum - without really understanding the damage such treatment is actually doing. He isnt teaching his children the lesson he thought he was just as spanking a child doesnt teach them to behave, only to fear. Bbh redeemed himself in the eyes of the Father and thus was granted the choice to return home. The Father was doing his child a kindness, he was welcoming his lost angel back home because what fallen angel would ever choose anything other than Elysium? And thats the point of conflict. The Father thinks he is doing right by his child but hes only causing bbh more pain. Bbh has to choose between his own children and eternal salvation (that he knows can be taken away on a whim). His heart has been severed in two.

Bbh’s wounds from his disownment run so deep he doesnt even notice them and thus, doesnt notice how they impact his children. Dapper has taken after so many of bbh’s characteristics and a complete lack of self worth is one of them. Selflessness to the point of self annihilation. The fear of being a burden. The need to feel useful otherwise why am i even alive? Dapper was borderline suicidal because they felt useless and nearly killed themself trying to be useful by farming soul hearts and they learned all of this behavior from Bad. Bbh showed Dapper unconditional love but it wasnt enough. Bbh couldnt save Dapper from his own trauma.

Breaking cycles of generational trauma takes more than just realizing how you were raised didnt work and trying something else. Bbh never healed from the wounds left by the Father and thus they were passed down to his own son.

When i started writing this analysis, i thought that this was the tragedy between bbh and the Father. God was too stuck in his ways to understand what His child needs, what would truly make bbh happy. I thought that the Father had not changed. His love remained conditional. Bbh could only come home if he chose god/heaven. The door might be closed next time. This is his only chance of coming home. But now after laying it all out like this… it made me wonder why the Father decided now of all times was when bbh redeemed himself. My initial cynical reading was that the Father was putting bbh through a test of loyalty. He only truly earned his redemption if he would abandon his children in favor of god/heaven but now… i can see a more hopeful reading.

God watched bbh become a father. He watched bbh become a better person through fatherhood. He also watched as the trauma He caused was passed onto bbh’s child. If the Father wanted bbh to come home because he’d redeemed himself, then the Father could have snapped bbh away at any time. Perhaps thats what He would have done 14,000 years ago when bbh first fell. What if the Father recognized his mistake? What if this was His attempt to fix things after seeing just how much damage He’d done? What if he did finally understand what bbh truly needed?

Bbh was stuck in his trauma because he lacked agency in his current state. The Father still had all the power between them by holding heaven hostage. The only way bbh could ever start to heal from this damage was if he was given back the choice that was made for him. Bbh needed to choose one way or another in order for him to take the first step towards healing even if it causes him anguish in the moment. He needed the choice. He needed the freedom to refuse.

But giving freedom to your children can be scary. What if they make the wrong choice? What if they screw up and ruin everything? For a god who expects perfection from his children, freedom must be terrifying. Giving His children freedom means giving them the option to turn away from him. But that is part of being a parent.

What if unlocking the gates was an apology? Im sorry i hurt you. Im sorry i made this choice for you. I see you. I wont take this choice from you again. Its too late to change the past but you can change the future. Dont make my same mistakes.

What if it was a gift? God relinquished his leverage over bbh and gave him the option to come home. An opportunity for bbh to break the cycle. A chance for bbh to make a choice for himself for once. To free him of the shackles that tied him to God. To heal and stop his own son from continuing the cycle of generational trauma.

After all, the greatest gift a god can give is the freedom to choose one’s own destiny.

#qsmp #crimson speaks #badboyhalo #wow this post was a journey #ended up with a complete opposite conclusion than i started with #lmao #i hope its coherent #wrote this when i should have been sleeping #lol #i just couldnt stop thinking about it

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avatar-of-procrastination · 2 years

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How do you think the moonboyz would react to a teen reader being kicked out from her house because she was a lesbian/bi?

Oh this was a.... ride to write. This fic is personal to me because as a closeted bi, this is a scenario that plays in my head a lot. It's scary knowing that there is a posibility that your family won't accept you for who you are.

Hope you like this fic, anon!

Warnings: mentions of homophobic characters, self depriciating thoughts, mentions of death, violence and physical abuse.

I know very little about DID. All that i have written in this fic is through my limited knowledge of DID through the show and through some websites.

I also used google translate for the Spanish dialogues. If the grammar is incorrect, please send me a message and i’ll correct it asap. I don’t mean to disrespect anyone

(English is not my first language. Please pardon any grammatical errors. Gifs not mine)

After the incident in Cairo, Marc patched things up with Layla and the group shifted and settled down in London.

They had moved into a quiet little neighbourhood. The neighbours were friendly but Marc insisted on not befriending anyone, considering his line of work (lets just say he started taking up hitman jobs, okay)

Most people steered clear of the duo except you. You found comfort and solace in their home. You quickly warmed up to Layla and Steven

With your warm and bubbly nature, you basically had Steven wrapped around your finger.

He adored you, and was pretty sure no one would have the heart to hurt such a pure soul

Which is why it was a big surprise to find you on his doorstep, visibly shaking and crying, unable to form words. You had a bruise forming on your face.

He quickly pulled you inside and looked around for Layla becasue he was getting increasingly flustered looking at your face lined with tears.

You simply huged him and sobbed into his shirt. After you'd calm down, you'd explain eveeything. How you were caught on a date with your best friend, how your family flipped out when you said you weren't straight, how things got a little physical and how they kicked you out in the middle of the night, not wanting anything to do with you.

Steven was absolutely shocked at the revelation. He would want to give your family a piece of his mind right then but you were more important at that time.

You were tired from all the crying and asked Steven to cuddle with you. He nodded eagerly.

He brought all the snacks he had in his cupboard and switched on the TV and held you in his arms.

You felt him shift a bit and realized that it was Marc who was sitting next to you.

Marc understood how you felt. To be abused and thrown out by your own family. He pulled you closer and circled his palm on your back. The gesture made you tear up once again and Marc let you let out all the emotions. Once you calmed down once more, he kissed the top of your head abnd whispered, "No one will hurt you here, kiddo. I promise."

Jake had never formally met you. He'd always observe the other two fawn over you. He felt that they were capable enough to take care of you so he never truly felt a need to front.

You had fallen asleep, pressed next to Marc after he camled you down from yet another breakdown.

You were turning around in your sleep, whispering under your breath. You woke up with a start, screaming and covered in cold sweat. The nightmare you had was too real. You saw the dead body of your girlfirend surrounded by your family members, who were chanting, "This is all your fault."

You could still see the cold and lifeless eyes of your lover on the ground, and you thought it really was your fault. If only you never existed, none of this would've happened.

You started sobbing once again, whispering, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

A hand wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer. You turned and immediately knew it wasnt Marc or Steven. But you felt safe in his embrace.

"You're alright, niña (kid). I swear to protect you always. No one will ever harm you for as long as I'm alive, my little flor."(flower)

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 19 days

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Hey! I feel like Ive been at this for a goddamn eternity so in an attempt to speed things up I shall read 3 chapters today, how exciting. Im motivating myself by telling me that Im gonna get to watch the 2007 Takarazuka Snow Troupe Production of Elisabeth when Im done, specifically my favorite song because. okay so, when I talk about watching any Takarazuka production of Elisabeth what I actually mean is, I have pretty much all the proshots and a bunch of english subtitle files, but theres not a subtitle file for every existing proshot, so for example, theres a subtitle file for the 1996 Star Troupe Production but not the 1996 Snow Troupe Production which isnt a big deal since the diaogue and lyrics are all the same, but you cant just put the Star subtitle file over the Snow video because itll be completely out of sync, so what I do is, I put the Star subtitles into my subtitle editor with the Snow video and I manually re-sync every line to create Snow subtitles, and while I do that Im effectively just watching my favorite musical over and over again except very slowly. So yeah, in case you were wondering what your favorite acotar complainer does for fun, now you know

Anyway, enough of my life, now its time for my liveblog, last time Feyre and Rhysand got ambushed by some of Hyberns soldiers and Rhys got shot atleast 7 times and kidnapped and tortured, but Feyre was fine and she saved him and she pulled all the arrows out of him and now hes probably gonna be perfectly fine. I know this isnt gonna affect him in any meaningful way, like his wings are gonna bd fine and his back isnt gonna hurt, but I do hope that he atleast suffers for the duration of the 3 chapters im gonna read because otherwise whats the point

Chapter 50

Rhysands wounds are only healing very slowly and hes got a fever, we're off to a good start

idk why but I really hate Feyre kissing him on the forehead. the narrative has not earned such a tender gesture

THE SURIEL 🎉🎉

Oh, i hadnt noticed this before but I like the alliteration we get with the german translation of Feyre Cursebreaker, Feyre Fluchbrecher. 10/10 very fun to say

its been ONE year since Feyre first came to Prythian, Sarah im begging you, please stop pointing out the passage of time youre activel making it harder for me to get invested in this stupid romange

They translate 'Mate' as 'Seelengefährte' ['Soulmate'] and oh, you have no idea how happy I am about that, this and the fact that they dont say male and female but just man and woman/masculine and feminine makes this series about a million times better, once again, thank you Alexandra Ernst

I dont understand why Feyre being Rhysands mate is such a big deal anyway, she didnt grow up in this culture, and pretty much all she has at this point is Tamlin's vague explanation of it being a bond that goes beyond marriage and the fact that his and Rhysand's parents, both infamously horrible couples, were mates

'"He is the most powerful High Lord to have ever walked the earth. You are... new. You were created by all seven High Lords. Different than anything that existed before you. Does that not make you the same? Equal?"' ewww i hate that. If this is supposed to be romantic somehow why would you make it all about power, why wouldnt the Suriel say smth like "You both suffered in the same ways. He is the is the only one to ever truly understand you"

But also. Rhysand and Feyre are not even the same though ? Like yeah, Rhys is powerful, but wasnt Feyre special because shes capital-m Made, which he is not? If the logic behind mates is the two people being 'the same' in some way, then Feyre should really be Amren's mate methinks

Im not gonna lie, Feyre angrily forcing Rhys to drink her blood is pretty hot

'Deep down I hated myself for speaking to him like this.' No girl dont hate yourself, this is the first time in over 600 pages Ive found the feysand dynamic even remotely compelling

'I stared at him, this Illyrian half-blood whose soul was bound to mine.' what the hell? Top Ten Feyre Archeron Racist Moments

This mf really told his cousin and his weird freaky eldritch creatures whose apartment he pays for that he and Feyre are mates before he told Feyre

I just zoned out thinking about a version of Feysand where Feyre is basically constantly telling Rhys stuff like 'youre just a burden' or whatever she said during that one argument because shes starting to figure out his weak spots the more time she spends with him and she wants to like, break him emotionally as revenge for UTM and Rhysand doesnt do anything about it because he just represses all his emotions and he cant just stop spending time with her because theyre mates and he feels like he needs to be close to her all the time. Idk, abusive relationships have been my favorite angst fanfic premise lately

Its so wild how Feyre is super angry with Rhys for keeping the mating bond from her when literally everyone else already knew and not only is he gonna do the exact same thing with the baby in acosf, Feyre is just gonna be fine with it then even though its arguably much much worse

Chapter 51

Okay so I guess Cassian, Azriel and Mor have just been hanging out in Rhysand's warcamp house, do they not have anything better to do

god i wish being all pathetic laying in the dirt was Rhysand's default state instead of him always being the manliest man to ever man

Oh, so I guess Mor used to get locked up in this cabin in the middle of nowhere whenever she 'misbehaved'. you would think she'd have more sympathy for Nesta in acosf but from everything ive seen.....

this chapter was extremely short

I completely forgot that this book was split into parts, i guess its The House of Mist time now

Chapter 52

god the anachronistic clothing in this series is gonna be the death of me, why is feyre always wearing leggings and a cremecolored swester istg

Full offense, but if the mating bond is soooooo much stronger than marriage, Rhysand should not have been earnestly worried about Feylin getting married

This part where Feyre is relieved because it turned out that her relationship with Tamlin was always doomed to fail because she had a soulmate is pretty interesting, but it also feels like complete bullshit for reasons that Im struggling to articulate

I would just like to reiterate that I am so relieved that they just call it soulmates in the german version, I cannot imagine how insufferable this must be to read in english

Feyre started painting again hoorayyyyyyy. i feel like this wouldve been more impactful if she wasnt constantly thinking about wanting to paint whatever she sees, but hey

I actually think this part where Mor comes in and just goes around complimenting all the stuff Feyre painted everywhere is quite nice, I think i would enjoy it more if this whole story wasnt pissing me off rn

waiiiiiit ive never seen people talk about Mor's mother even though shes apparently alive and well, whats their relationship? Whats her role at the CoN if Mor is supposed to be the queen of the Hewn City??

Mor being like "Rhysand gave me his permission to kill my abusers but I dont do it even though I have pretty much no reason not to, but Cassian and Azriel really want to do it and would do it without hesitation so maybe I'll let them do it" is somehow a perfect summary of SJM's shallow wannabe feminism

Feyre still barely understands the relationships between individual members of the inner circle but sure, theyre the family she never had

#anti acotar #anti acomaf #anti feysand #flames and darkness liveblog

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prttydolls · 2 years

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all you are hurting is, yourself. ˖*°࿐ᵕ̈ Draco Lucius Malfoy.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ anon request :: OR OR, a dark!angst where draco loses himself in grief over readers death? entirely up to you, i’ve too many thoughts fksbkdns. i love your writing! don’t forget to take breaks and look after yourself?

ˋ°•*⁀➷ warning(s) :: death, drinking, ghosts, force relationships

ˋ°•*⁀➷ authors note :: thank u sm for requesting!! also awwwww im so touched bye 😭💕 tyyysm! (edit, this is my former apology for the kriss smut.)

draco couldn't believe it, you were gone. he lost you, just because some stupid death eater wanted to kill him.

and you, sacrificed yourself for someone whos arrogant, ungrateful, rude brat.

he truly didn't deserve an angel like you to take your life for him, him to live again.

all he only got from you was a faint... “i love you drac, take care.” before your eyes closed as you dozed off to your death. he saw your soul jump out of your body, and slowly evaporated into the air. gone.

you were gone.

just like that.

˖*°࿐ᵕ̈

that was years ago, you might atleast expect draco to move on.

but how can he when he lost the most perfect thing in the world? he knew he couldn't just leave you that. he felt like he was cheating on you, even tho you already passed.

his parents tried to set him up with other girls.

girls who were rich.

girls who were pureblooded.

girls who were fake.

it made him feel disgusted at his parents, all they cared was the heir.

"draco, you are the only son of ours we need you to carry the malfoy name.”

“draco, move on.”

" draco-”

draco this, draco fucking that. CANT THEY SHUT UP?!

all they cared, was that since his birth.

carry the malfoy name.

thats what he didn't wanna do, carry his fucking family name. what draco didn't know, you saw everything that happened to draco.

you extremely felt sorry for the love of your life, but alast u cant do anything because you were dead.

all you could do was watch him from afar, as a ghost.

˖*°࿐ᵕ̈

you had enough of draco's actions, although you were dead you needed to put some sense into him.

he had been drinking alot, and 99% of the time he wasn't sober.

this isn't the draco you knew since the 1st year.

draco was throwing another shot of fire whiskey down his throat, the taste burning his throat, it hurts but it feels so good.

“draco.” you said, slowly appearing him in the bathroom.

draco didn't listen to the voice, he thought he was hallucinating. “perhaps you didn't hear me, Draco.” you called out once more.

your voice was... wasn't the same as it was before. it sounded so ghostly.

“y/n..?” he turned around to see a ghost wearing a night gown, a torn one to be exact.

the same excact one you wore in your funeral.

a beautiful, floral night gown with beautiful blossoms embroidered at the bottom.

your hair looked damaged, but you still looked beautiful.

just as beautiful as he met you at the train, all those years ago.

“draco, listen to me i dont have much time. i want you, to move on please. my heart cant see you like this, all depressing and sad. i want you to find someone to make you happy again, someone who you could hold during lonely nights. someone who you could call, your soulmate. i, am dead now draco i cant be alive anymore. you seriously need to move on, you aren't hurting your parents, or anyone.

all you are hurting is, yourself.”

draco was stunned, this really was you. he wasn't even hallucinating...

“i love you draco, truly. you were my first everything. but it pains me to say this, i cant be with you anymore. for all i am now, is a ghost.” you said, as ghastly tears flooded your cheeks as you held dracos arm.

he felt your touch for the first time in years, it wasnt the same as before. it wasnt warm, and fuzzy the type of fuzzy that would make his heart rate.

it now just feels, cold and bone chilling.

"so, please just for me. move on?”

“yes, ill move on. for you, darling.”

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bridgyrose · 6 months

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Not sure if I requested this before since it's been a while since my last request. But in case I haven't...

Summer is actually an Earthling who got Isekai'd to Remnant.

(You may avoid the usual Isekai tropes if you wish)

(I have a few tropes I'm going to avoid with this)

Summer sighed as she stared up at the sky, trying to make sense of everything that was going on around her. The shattered moon still seemed strange to her even after these last three weeks, and the training was far different from anything she was used to. Aura, dust, semblances… it was all still hard for her to get a grip on. Though, if this is what it took to finally be a hero…

“Alright, time to get up,” Qrow said as he walked over to Summer. “You need to work on your aura control again.”

Summer got up and stretched, her arms still sore from swinging her axe around. “You know I’m not getting any better with it.”

“Because you’ve only been trying for a week.”

“But I should be getting better at it!”

“This stuff takes time. Now close your eyes and try to focus.”

Summer rolled her eyes and found a spot to sit down as she closed her eyes as she tried to focus like Qrow had taught her. She tried to picture home, her small town back on Earth. The smell of the bakery down the street, the sounds of the cars that drove down the road, the crack of thunder overhead just before a flash of silver light blinded her. “I’m not feeling anything.”

Qrow put a hand on her shoulder. “You just need to focus. Your aura is an extension of your soul, of who you are. A shield that will keep you safe-”

“And the only thing that will prove that you are strong enough to belong here,” Raven interrupted. “If you can’t manage your aura then why are you here?”

“If I knew why I was here, then I’d be able to do this.” Summer opened her eyes and looked up at Raven. “All I want to do is find a way home-”

“Then go home.” Raven folded her arms and glared at Summer. “Because right now, all I see is someone who has no idea what they’re doing and cheated their way into Beacon in some vain attempt to be a hero. If you cant handle something as simple as aura, then you dont belong here.”

Summer sighed as she watched Raven walk off, slowly reaching for her weapon to try to find some sort of comfort. It wasnt as if she hadnt been trying, after all, she had been doing everything she could to catch up after Professor Ozpin found her and gave her a place to be. He promised to help find a way home, promised to give her shelter and a place to be in the meantime, as long as she promised to train to be a huntress.

“Dont listen to her,” Qrow said as he pulled his hand away. “We havent had the easiest life living outside of kingdom walls, so its easy to say someone doesnt belong if they cant keep themselves safe.”

“Still doest hurt any less.” Summer stood up and started to make her way to Ozpin’s office. No matter how much practice she had, she still felt lost and out of place training to be a hero. Grimm were nothing like the monsters she used to read about, dust was a complete mystery still, aura and semblances sounded like super powers and she still had no idea how to activate either without some sort of help, and then there was whatever she did to the grimm that tried to attack her when she first came to Remnant. The way it turned into a statue when she tried to defend herself… it was all becoming too much.

Still, she slowly entered the elevator in the Beacon tower and rode the elevator up to the top floor. She leaned against the wall of the elevator, tapping a foot as she rode impatiently. As the elevator came to a stop, Summer took a breath and stepped over to the door as it opened. “Professor Ozpin, I… I need to talk to you.”

Ozpin looked up from his desk and took a sip of his coco. “Summer, I wasnt expecting you until tomorrow.”

“I know, but… its about this whole being a huntress thing.” Summer walked over to Ozpin and sat her weapon down onto his desk. “I… I cant…do this. I quit.”

“You… quit?”

“I’m not cut out for this. I cant use aura, still have no idea what my semblance is, and I still dont have a grip of anything that is going on here.” Summer sat down and looked down at the weapon in front of her. “I’m not some hero, I’m… I’m just a nobody that’s supposed to go to work.”

Ozpin nodded and sat his mug down. “Then what do you plan to do now?”

“I… I dont… know. I’ll go home-”

“And how will you get home?”

“I-” Summer sighed and shook head. She had no plan on how to get home, she still had no idea how she got here in the first place. “I dont know.”

“Getting you home isnt going to be as easy as snapping my fingers.” Ozpin pushed Summer’s weapon back to her with a smile. “Until then, I want you to be here to learn how to fight grimm and to use aura to protect yourself.”

“But why? Why be a huntress instead of… finding me somewhere else to work?”

“I saw what you did to that grimm.”

“What I… did…” Summer went quiet as her words trailed off, thinking back to the ursa that had tried to attack her in the forest and the bright light that flashed before it turned into a statue. She caught her reflection in her axe, her silver eyes flashing a bit. “But I didnt do anything. I was almost killed and I… you really think I did, didnt you?”

“Silver eyes are a rare trait and those born with them are able to defeat grimm with a glance.” Ozpin dug through his desk and pulled out a small journal, sliding it to Summer. “All I want to do is help you learn how to defend yourself in case anything happens.”

Summer picked up the journal and flipped through a few pages before closing it. “And if I dont?”

“Do you know anything else you can do?”

“Well… no…”

“Then we’ll continue your training to be a huntress until we can get you home.” Ozpin moved a few papers around on his desk. “Since you are struggling with using your aura, I’m going to assign you mandatory training after class. Once you are able to use aura on your own, we’ll work on your semblance. Now, you should get back to your team.”

“Yes sir.” Summer picked up her weapon and went back to the elevator. Once the door closed and the elevator started to go down, she looked at her reflection in her scroll, focusing on her eyes. “I just have to play along until he can get me home. This could be worse.”

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having nor/ice thoughtssssssssssssss sad sad whiny kitty cat noises. wahhhh. im thinking about them wahhhhhhhh. WAHHH

what if i took all my small canonverse ideas and compiled them into ONESHOTSSSSS........................................ and what if they were CHRONOLOGICALLY ARRANGED ..... and showed RELATIONSHIP PROGRESSION over the course of 1000 years ...... and it wasnt that deep but i pretended it was and called it something like "i was meant to keep you warm" because i love to steal fox/i/ng lyrics. maybe even id find a way to make this a 5 times + 1 time format.

if i can wrestle my way into figuring out what goes on in nors head i could do it. ive figured that i want ice to never ever see him as a brother. my vision is that nor is iceladns hot babysitter fantasy and first crush that never goes away. he wants to marry him when he grows up but then his feelings stay that way and it never ever ever ever ever goes away and only gets worse. u understand? do u see it

and UNFORTUNATELY nor knows ic/eland likes him from the beginning. he can tell from like ice's adolescence onwards and is like yeah idk about all that...... but the attention is flattering and he loves this little guy so much and thinks its sweet. he doesnt get to visit often but ice writes him a lot because hes in love with him ykwim and nor loves him so much too (platonic) and always writes back.

and yeah they go through periods of living together for various reasons. sickness unions famines etc etc. not ever for long and nothing ever happens. if adolescent iceland pushed boundaries, nor would humor him a little with like...a kiss, bc he spoils him, but ultimately he hard-shuts it down. and ice would be traumatized forever and block the memory out / be eternally tormented at night by the time he did such and such so is the worst person alive etc

and ice begins teen life with the whole he will never love me and i am a tormented soul shtick. now he writes to him less, tries to put more distance between them... so it hurts less and all that. hes not GOOD at pretending he hates nor or whatever but its easy to lose connection when messages are rare and visits are rarer

he spends much more time at denmarks than with no.rway. he sees den.mark as a proper older brother / uncle / fatherly figure. hes closer emotionally to him and lives with him more and all that. his tutors are danish and he goes to boarding school in cop.enhagen in the 1800s. idk how this ties into the romance necessarily but its timeline relevant. whether or not denmark picks up on the crush , i dont know. i could go either way lol. also, den + nors relationship is strictly brotherly btw. ironically. because theres not enough fics where theyre platonic and i really do enjoy them that way too

nor and ice remain distant for several hundred years. its once ice gets into his pushing for independence mixed with modern technology for better communication ..... somewhere between say, the invention of the airplane and landline phones, nor and ice repair their relationship. iceland is coming into adulthood (independence) for real, and is SO mature about his international relationships. he can be so mature and normal about norway. he can sit down with him and have lunch and discuss business and norway wont talk down at him for being young at all (lie) and he'll be so chill about that and not yell at him (he only does it once) (he only has to do it once)

all this isnt to say n.orway himself didnt attempt to stay close over the years, but ic.eland wasnt reciprocating, and even if they saw each other every year at christmas (doubt) that doesnt make them really CLOSE. but i think iceland was always particularly special to him bc of how close they were as kids. and they WERE both kids back then. little icela.nd sent him letters while nor was like 14 at best. i believe in teen mom norway and his eldest sondaughter icey. at least from nors perspective. even tho hes so absent so much of the time. when he comes around he showers him in gifts as a love language even way back when

anyway, ice.land still has an obvious crush on nor and nor finds it SO cute. like he could just pinch his cheeks and coo at him for it. ice tries to keep a lid on his emotions but can only do so much. nor doesnt SAY anything to point sus behavior out. but as soon as he notices,,,, its like there was no time apart, to nor. ice is so closed off and stiff and weird around him and nor wishes he would relax so they can connect properly and he honestly CANT

the solution is to drink otgether i think. at some point. maybe not immediately but they'll get to it.

icela.nd isnt like oohg im too young to drink, i think hes just lived long enough that hes a bit Over It / doesnt want to act like an idiot / really doesnt want to act like an idiot in front of nor. but nor could peer pressure him into anything if he really tried so they finally get tipsy together and i think that goes a long way to repair their relationship.

they do this many times and as long as ice is careful to not drink a lot he'll be fine. hes gotta keep his wits about him and still be able to feel shame. one time he indulges a little hard and i think ice trauma dumps on him and they kiss to make up for the time nor pushed him away and nor didnt realize he was still hurting so much about that. nor is tipsy enough to do it (not even drunk) and afterwards he goes ohh wait i kind of enjoyed that. and do it a few more times then make out for a while and it doesnt go anywhere, they fall asleep

the next day they completely remember kissing and know the other remembers it and just mutually dont talk about it.

icelan.d is VISIBLY struggling even harder around him for at least a few days until he gets a handle on his emotions. and nor has a lot to think about. in general.

i dont know where the dna stuff comes in. im falling asleep while typeing this

but icelan.d obvioiusly is like wtf? we arent related. thats impossible. i cant even fathom this. and nor.way is like you are the closest i will ever have to family and i am your biological father and icel.and is like what the fuck ew you can say brother as much as you want but never say father again im begging you and nor is like Bet.

and then they test and they're first degree related. father or brother would be appropriate. and nor is like yeah obviously (already believed this when he kissed him) and ic.eland is like (max harlow voice) SUICIDE !! SUICIDE !!

icelan.d sits with that information for a while but his crush still doesnt go away. nor gives him space and also sits with the information. he never thought he'd end up here but he decides that hes into it. its kinda hot. I Do believe in slutty n.orway supremacy i thnk hes slept with most of europe and doesnt have a strong internal sense of familial boundaries considering he is a landmass and is like yeah id do that again we're both adults hes cute whatever

next time they see each other nor comes onto him. and ice is squeemish about it but this is also everything hes ever wanted. whats he gonna do, say no?

at this point i fell asleep but im awake again uhhhh

ic.eland gets to cope with being a creep a weirdo and getting what he wanted in the worst way possible and nor gets to torment him with the brother thing not as a kink but bcz it makes him uncomfortable and he thinks its funny.

i forgot to talk about the actual oneshot ideas that inspired this in the first place didnt i. oh well

aaaaaaaaaaaaand post

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