#Grass village lady

[just-jae]

Eyo- So this is why I love OG Naruto

CW: Cursing.

Random projectile vomiting what I love about the first part of Naruto. Mostly from memory (so like, a decade+ ago) I decided to play the the Chunin Exams Arc while writing this to refresh my memory bc honestly, even though I dipped after tasting Shippuden and don't even care to aknowledge Boruto (even if it's good, i don't care) the fact that Part 1 is still so enjoyable shows how it's virtues were in that it actually executed, not just in what it promised. I'll probably be editing this as I rewatch-- like, apparently Choji and Neji also have arm wraps :,V

The theme around hard work. It wasn't a "Work hard to earn a comfy life/ those at the top deserve it" theme it was a "Go after what you love, be passionate, be persistent, build upon yourself to overcome obstacles," kind of hard-work theme. It encouraged chasing your passions and applying yourself to challenges. There was value in just doing that, even if you failed. The meaning and value in your life was tied to your own efforts and decisions, not your status or position in a heirarchy or social conscience.

Positive Father Figures: Forget that Naruto punches his dad in Shippuden. In the first episode, Iruka emotionally adopts Naruto after opening up to him and allowing himself to relate to Naruto as a fellow human being who was suffering and responding to that suffering in similar ways to himself. Before, he pretended not to understand Naruto for the sake of "evil demon kid" narratives and ignoring his own grief. Iruka scraggling Naruto's hair like a big bro/dad wasn't just a bonding moment; it was a found family moment. When Naruto hugs Iruka in the Forest of death, you can tell he adores that kid and is ready to sign the adoption papers.

One of Naruto's icon characters is Ichiraku, the ramen guy who basically serves as Naruto's Grandad. He fills this kid with soup ramen near-every damn day. He's probably why Naruto loves ramen so much.

The spooky, nature-y understones and setting: Giant dark forests, thematic, nature-inspired ninja techniques, the spooky music, the semi-traditional japanese instruments in the sound track (flutes, drums, lutes, etc.) It's got electric guitar too but the traditional texture of the music made it earthy and cultrally touching in the same way that Avatar: The last Air Bender's natural and spiritual eastern inspiration colored it's visual and audial aesthetic. The "HUH"s and "HUAH"' in the background music added so much bomastic, earthy energy, I LOVED hearing them. I'm telling you there's a healthy reason why I like screaming/yelling/hollering. I haven't articulated it yet, but Naruto's soundtrack scratch that itch well.

Horror: Naruto is one of the few anime I've seen with undertones of horror, without being a horror genre show especially for an action-oriented shonen inspired by feudal-age folklore hybrid with modern aesthetics like military vests and tvs. The realistic visual tone that Naruto leans toward compared to modern anime only helps this and makes how dark it gets believable when you consider how culturally and morally grey the base populations are. Sometimes the cultural vices are the main drive in a character's backstory, like Gaara, who's village was crumbling after betrayal and unreliable leadership reinforced the trust and connection issues that left him alone on a raft in hostile waters with the boogie man as his raftmate to where he couldn't even fathom caring for someone else. Bc of this, him being fucking insane, while Naruto wasn't made sense. It felt like the worlds they were in naturally led to the horrors.

Smarts and thoughtfulness being used to win battles. Earlier in the show, things weren't so flashy, not even elite ninjas were shown doing anything nearly as wild as what happens in the second and following parts. The limits of these abilities left room for the characters to use their heads to not only work around their limits but use them to their advantage to bamboozle and have some kind of chance even against physically stronger opponents.

The significance of jutsu also felt more thematic and narrative in nature. The First Hokage's super power was growing giant trees with his chakra.

Which not only suggests he created the very forest Konoha resides in, but also pointed to his approach to leadership, which was giving himself and his clan to stegnthen and lift everyone else up, not just through mixing blood with other clans but through building stregnth and resikience through connections and mutual care.

Much better than the brightest, fastest, most destructive energy bomb or powerup.

Look at the reaper death seal justsu and tell me that wasn't more terrifying than the tentails. Imagine how scared someone is using that jutsu. A demon ghost lady is gonna use your soul as a glove to grab someone else's soul, eat it, and then take you with her... him? It/they-- qhost.

Which leads me to another thing- vulnerability coupled with power. The imagery of the reaper death seal, reainforced a sense of vulnerability that is necessary for the power the user gains.

Gaara's insomnia and dangerously narrow buffer between him and Shukaku lead to him spazzing out in pain whenever something triggers an episode of whatever-the-fuck. Leaving him in a a state of disarray and uselessness.

He was supposed to be the nuke that destroyed Konoha but was too busy chasing after anyone who had a chance of beating him up. And then freaking out over hugs. His invulnerable body came with a trade off of a vulnerable and volitile psyche.

Even Zabuza only survived Kakashi because Haku incapacitated him with needles to his neck and then took care of him afterward.

The conversation between the 1st 2nd and 4th Hokage's was like. "Yo it's my bros!" "Hey bro. Sorry bro." "Bro i don't wanna fight you. But this is so cool. I miss you bro." "me too bro."

Now more character-specific stuff:

Rock Lee is my all-time favorite character. Not only is he the embodiment of part 1's major theme, but I just loved his design and voice acting (the green bodysuit could be awkward at times, but everything else is just pure "That's my son look at him go" vibes).

It's a simplistic, agile, adorable character. Pure serotonin. The way his hair flipped around when he fought was great, the (OMO) face, the scrawly, lanky body that moved a little too sharp bc he was legit always ready to explode-- just great. Rock Lee is so pasionate and just loves living. I got the sense that he isn't training just to prove ppl wrong. He loves the ninja arts, and learns to love taijutsu for its own sake not just for the sake of other's approval or besting someone in combat.

Kakashi Hatake was like the reassuring character. His calm and focused approach to conflicts and danger were a nice balance to everyone else's bamboozlement and dramatic/passionate personalities. Kakashi also comes off as a reality check sort of character. He's the one who makes team seven realize the mortality of ninjas via a monument echoing real-life monuments dedicated to fallen soldiers and victims of war/terrorism. You can tell that he cares about ninja as people despite his laid-back demeanor, and expects his team to understand the importance of respect for fellow ninja. His experiance with the inner workings of Konoha also make him more realistic and aware of the world's greyness. He knows how politically corrupt things are and wants his students to hold on to their morality instead of tossing it away to follow orders.

Zabuza- was not just eye candy-- okay Zabuza was 99% eye candy for me (looked a bit starved but-- damn Kishimoto knew what he was doing with that one)

Zabuza's situation of being emotionally dishonest with himself ties back to the whole vulberability associated with power thing. His cold world veiw ablut using and being used made it more obvious that he and Haku genuinely cared for eachother bc they acted in ways that didn't fit that narrative. This big, sharktoothed "Demon of the mist" having a soft spot that also had a soft spot for him was like 🥺

Tenten's affinity for weapon-weilding was legitimately cool and gave me mechanic vibes. They could have been so creative with that. But for now it's just sitting on its hands. I also just love her character design. She got those BUNS.

The Sand Siblings were my favorite team. They were scary as hell. Gaara was just danger personified. He was bloodthisty with a power that enabled it. Carrying around a gourd that reeked of blood-- like-- Garra was one of the horrors of the forest of death and the way he act and the way his siblings talk about him suggested he was chaotic and couldn't nessecarily be trust to keep to the plan. And I loved that he was this tiny scrawny thing with no eyebrows and eyeliner panda/racoon eyes. Some of his expressions were like- EXPRESSIONS dude.

He used have more expressions than 😐 and 😑. He was unintentionally adorable-- you can tell he was meant to look creepy and otherly but came out a little critter. His hair wasn't even meant to be red, that was an animation error. Like, a character even calls him a runt, Kiba's like "Oh no he's too small to be picking fights, run little dude" so he's canonically a little guy. Littler than normal.

Let me tell you, when I was scrubbing through the episodes (bc they spend so much time wasting time on nothing) my eyes would hook on a thumbnail of Gaara, and it'd be 2 seconds of him not reacting to something, and it'd be worth it everytime. Instant serotonin.

Seeing the smallest, most baby-faced member of the group, who looks even tinier with a giant gourd go:

Is just wild. At least for Naruto. And the fear in the other characters is just- a lot. He's not animated in a cuetsey way either. Like, he's not a loli character. He's a little eldritch horror. And I love that he's not infantilized or cutyfied by the creator for being tiny.

Kankuro was also pretty spooky. Not only did his technique look painful as a papercut, but his main puppet (Crow?) somehow managed to give off body-horror vibes.

They really milked it's spookyness by emphasizing the mechanical side of it (the clicking and the way it jerked) and its use of poisoned everything to make even the tiniest nicks a big deal.

Temari was the power house, aesthetically. Like, it's not even a girl-power thing. She just has shoulder-snapper posture. Her eyes , are this dark blue that I've rarely seen in a character design. She's got big sis vibes (bc she IS the big sis). Like, she's gorgeous.

And her explosive hair went well with her chaotic wind specialty. She just fucks the entire landscape up with the goddamned air dude.

The GODDAMNED AIR.

AND THEN LATER WITH THE FERRET-- LIKE DUDE.

Anyways...

Orochimaru as himself is a creep, at least later on-- mostly bc so much of his character is spent obsessing over a little boy's body- obv. this was meant to be creepy, but it's like, pedo creepy, not spider on the wall/ posessed doll creepy. His introduction as the Grass lady, and this slippery immoral scientist who wanted to catalyze a war was a great time He felt like a force of nature.

I dont have Grass Lady photos yet but this is the next best thing lmao. As the mysterious grass village lady, he was HORRIFIC. I really wish she and her team had been real characters instead of just a skin for Orochimaru to hide in. The way she's introduced is exactly the reason why ninja are traditionally thought of as practicing dark, evil arts. Bc they did dark, evil, spooky shit like pulling at their eyelids and being gross with their tongues. The organs and spooky singing in the background, the predator/prey theme, knowing about Naruto's seal when (at this point) so few others did. On top of that, ya'll gotta know that I'm a sucker for those conical sedge/ coolie hats. The fact that Grass LAdy had a long face and droopy eyes made it all the better. Like, how many other feminine characters have those features? All the character designs of the Grass Village team and the relation of grass to snakes and big hats was pretty neat imo.

Kiba Inuzuka honestly seems like he was inspired by Princess Monoke, which is pretty neat on its own, but i honestly don't feel like Kiba really fits into a ninja village. He's loud and bombastic and rarely uses clever or sneaky tricks. It's just brute strength and prey drive. Which isn't to say he shouldn't be in Naruto, but that maybe he could have been from a different village? Or just not necesarily a ninja. Idk. I love that he's this wild-child who's entire theme is dog.

If a dog were a dude.

If only they were good at drawing dogs though.

Hinata was one of those characters I didn't realize I identified with. A LOT. If Rock Lee is who I aspired to be, Hinata was who I actually was. Not just in demeanor (I too skalked around in a jacket no matter the weather) but also in circumstance. Struggling with comparing yourself to others, or others resenting you for the way you're treated (I was the baby of the family) or constantly dealing with people who think they're better or scold you for poor performance, being pushed into something you didn't even really care for. It was all very relatable, and I didn't even realize it at the time.

The fact that they were willing to give her those "ugly" veins left an impression on me too. Bc, that was her kickass look. It wasn't cute, and she didn't have a delicate, pretty style of fighting. Even though she got beat up she really threw hands in a way that felt realistic. Homegirl was just tryna get by despite being surrounded by assholes, and the moment she stood up to Neji, who was in the middle of phsychologically manipulating her into an anxiety attack (not a literal attack but same energy) was like 🥳. I can respect that. Even though she lost, it really felt like Neji learned there'll at least be trouble if he tries that shit again.

Shino was another favorite (I'm gonna end up going through every character at this rate). Especially with his english dub actor. For much the same reasons as Kakashi. Shino was reliable and cool headed. He didn't strut power or look to intimidate anyone, he just paid attention and tended to his bugs-- which, the fact that he cares for and works with a bunch of bugs is oddly endearing. It's like meeting a cat person who's just really good with cats but doesn't gush over them. He comes off as sensitive, but not obsessive.

His angry-neutral design is pretty neat too. Big Soundwave vibes.

Sakura's wake-up call is honestly pretty iconic. She was a bratty character who realized her flaws on her own instead of being told "Hey, be better you goof", She reflected on how she's been up until the moment when it was all on her and she was eating dirt. Sakura getting serious and learning to be proactive, now that she didn't have anyone as a crutch or a scapegoat, was a pretty awesome moment. And even though The show could have done more with her in that regard, I still appreciate that they went there. Watching Sakura with empathy (especially now that we as a society aren't starving for strong female characters like we used to be) makes me notice how realistic her nievety and dependance is. And also how funny she is at times. Even Ino realizing having that wakeup call like "Bro I'm being stupid, I can't let this girl die over a crush". It even feels like their feud isn't just about a crush but just social insecurity. Sakura used to be shy until she met Ino. Ino enouraged her to be proud up until attention started to be drawn away from her toward Sakura. This also suggested that Ino actually did look down on Sakura and was using her to feel better about herself. Sakura outgrowing Ino put her in a position of facing her own flaws or reframing Sakura as an enemy who didn't deserve to be loved.

And when the reason they were enemies (Sasuke) no longer justified being a dickhead (letting Sakura fucking die) Ino not only had to face her own inadequacy but allow herself to care for Sakura again, from a more genuine place.

I wish they had done more with that, but the fact that they did that in the first place was iconic. There's nothing like having to learn that the world you were raised in is not reality. Breaking out of a sheltered and shallow worlveiw is its own struggle. Its a learning curve, and it leaves you emotionally and socially unprepared when you thought you finally had everything figured out. Sometimes people hold on to bratty behavior bc they think their only other option is getting bullied and hating themselves. Sakura's snootiness comes off just makeshift confidence she learned from assholes. She didn't look down on Naruto bc she interacted with Naruto, she looked down on him bc that's what she's been taught to do about people like Naruto. The whole village was like that. Which is realistic. We just aren't told nearly as much of her perspective as other characters, but her learning how her words impact people, and how dishonest she is about her own competence is worth exploring.

The themes in Naruto were pretty nuanced-- even if the character's dialogue was exposition hell (they spend so much time verbally explaining things that dont need to be explained in such a longwinded manner), they were human condition themes, not just a power fantasy or a romance, or a black and white, good and evil conflict. Ninjas are already pretty shady, with Naruto being the most overtly good character in the show. Everyone else's morality (beside's Lee) is questionable at one point or another-- in fact I think even Lee was introduced as an intimidating upperclassmen. It feels true to life that regular people are actually pretty mean and flawed, which makes Naruto's themes hit harder bc you know it's not just one special character going through a special time, making friends with other 100% good people. Its life. Its people dealing with life. Like, these assholes love and hate eachother at the same time all the time. Some of Naruto's friends did some morally questionable shit. Like Shikamaru pretending to be asleep during the attack on Konoha. We still love the guy, but, get the fuck up dude.

Looking back, this just makes me realize that I've always had an interest in thematic/psychological horror and character realism. I can't stand gore/torture, but spooky grass women that infect you with curses, cursed puppets that spazz and split their faces open, and tiny murderous gremlins who nearly give people heart attacks just bc they thought he was gonna do something, being my favorite characters of Naruto is pretty telling.

Add the inky, Hidden Rain water Clones to the list too.

Iruka needs to get a pen. Reaper needs more soul spagetti and Naruto needs to give back SOME of Garra's personality. Just a little. Let him be a little bit of a little bitch.

#naruto part 1 #chunin exams #forest of death #garra #kankuro #Temari #sand siblings #sabaku no gaara #kakashi hatake #rock lee #orochimaru #Grass village lady #horror #hinata hyuga #kiba inuzuka #shino aburame #Zabuza

[milkiedimitrescu]

Lady Dimitrescu's endless meadow dream? Or a nightmare...

Tried doing a little fanart again of Alcina but added a large sprinkle of dreamcore to it. I just wanted to know what dreamcore would look like with Alcina tbh

If y'all want lore of this sure:

She just basically went to sleep and woke up in a flower meadow and can't find a way out so she follow's the butterflies because once she looked at one, all the butterflies flew in the same direction. When she saw where they went, it was next too and on top of a door in the middle of nowhere and when she opened the door, of course all the butterflies flew away but the door shined a white light so she went in. Guess what happened, people.

She woke up. In her bed. Progressing what just happened and continued her daily routine.

Boom

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #dream #fanart #dreamcore #liminal #grass #black roses #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #I like dreamcore okay? #It looks weird but oddly beautiful #BELELELELELE #The camera angle is something or someone behind her #Watching 👁️

[llamagoddessofficial]

Bro you actually got me wanting to marry farm sans 😭 he's so out of my league though. What a man. I like that the whole community wants them to get together too, sans is one of their boys, they gotta have his back and hype him up a little!! I just know there's a monster in town who's offered to plan the wedding for sans, and old ladies love gossiping and playing matchmaker if left to their own devices

"dangit. you found my hiding place before i did."

You jumped, glancing up and over your shoulder, distracted from staring out into the dark. But you relaxed once you saw who it was.

"Ah, sorry." You didn't actually want to move. You immediately felt better for Sans being there, even despite the events that had just transpired, some of your wound-up stress leaking away. "I can go find a new place to cower from socialising,"

"nah, this is fine." Sans sat down on the step, right beside you, letting out a relaxed sigh. He held out a glass of monster champagne to you - you (obviously) accepted. "s'more than enough room for two."

He was right. The beautiful little veranda was spacious enough for a whole party of people. It just so happened that the party had retreated indoors, now that night had fallen. From your spot sat on the edge of the veranda, you could faintly see the lights of the rest of the village, the muffled murmur of the dinner party going on in the house behind you not quite enough to mask the sound of the wind rustling the grass.

You fiddled with the glass. Sans' knee was almost touching yours. He smelled warm, comforting.

"Nice party." You mumbled.

Sans leant back slightly. "yeah. dinner is always good when felinus is hosting."

"Don't tell anyone I said this, but it's much nicer than Theodore's."

"i know he's a dolphin. but still don't get why he only served seafood."

...

You looked at him, and those pretty green eyelights focused onto you.

"So... are you also running away from the matchmaking?"

Sans' smile dropped - then he let out a somewhat pained noise, leaning forward and putting his skull in his hands. You couldn't help but giggle.

"m'so sorry," he groaned. The tension in the air had eased now that you'd finally broached the subject.

"It's fine. Really." You nudged him with your elbow. "It's just old ladies having a laugh. It's probably the most entertainment they've had in a long time."

He rubbed his face. "i know, i know. i just... stars, they're so pushy. it's mortifying watchin' them corner you like that."

You recalled the slight jump of fear you'd had when a cohort of delighted elderly bunnies had seemingly materialised out of thin air in the party to determinedly tell you it was such a shame a 'delightful human like you' was single. They then heavily reiterated how single Sans was, how much he clearly liked you, and what a 'lovely young man' he was.

"They can be strong-willed. That's for sure."

Sans sat up, but seemingly couldn't look at you. "i don't want you to feel some typa way about me because of them."

"... Some way?"

"i know yer anxious to fit into the community." He picked at the fraying sleeves of his knitted blue sweatshirt. "i don't want you to feel... like you have to date me, if you want to be accepted. you can date who you want. or not date. or whatever. i dunno,"

Oh. Your heart fluttered in your chest a little. "I don't feel like that at all."

He eventually looked at you, sheepish. "you sure?"

"Yeah." You waved your hand, eager to cheer him up. "They can be a bit pushy, sure. But it's all in good fun, right? It's not like they're chasing us into a church with shotguns. The worst they've done is very obviously set us up as dance partners at the festival."

A wave of relief seemed to pass over him. "or get us walkin' opposite ways 'round the market so we'll bump into each other."

"Besides." You smiled. "If they like me enough to try to set me up with someone they know, must mean I'm 'in'. So I'm all sorted on the community infiltration front."

He softened even more, nudging your knee with his. "that's true. they love ya. they'll like ya whether or not they've harassed you into datin' me."

"Not like I'd need to be harassed into that anyway."

...

Sans seemed to realise what you'd said before you did. His eyelights, in an instant, were double their usual size

...

"... what'd you say?" He was staring at you.

...

... You could feel the heat creeping over your face, neck and ears. Your mouth had instantly glued itself shut. You didn't answer his question - you just stared at your untouched champagne glass.

...

"SANS! HUMAN!"

Both of you jumped, this time, you felt the cold champagne splash out of the glass and onto your hand as you dropped it entirely. When the two of you turned around, Papyrus seemed just as startled by your reactions as you were to him; he was stood just outside the door, car keys in his hand.

"P-Papyrus!" "bro,"

Papyrus, immediately, gave you and Sans a shifty look. But he quickly covered it up again.

"WE SHOULD HEAD OUT NOW, HUMAN, IF WE WANT TO DROP YOU HOME BEFORE MIDNIGHT."

You and Sans quickly stood, bolt upright, at the same time.

"You-"

"i'll go say goodbye to everyone. you two get the car backed out."

"Sure. Sure,"

Before you could say anything else to him, Sans had hurried past his brother, back into the house. Papyrus watched him head inside with visible confusion written across his face.

...

"... HUMAN," Papyrus glanced at you. "WHAT DID MY BROTHER SAY TO YOU?"

"Uh, I'll..." You fiddled with your hair. "I'll, m, I'll tell you in the car."

#llama writes

[darkbluekies]

Catch the queen

yandere!king OC x fem reader

Summary: you're fleeing the evil king and hide in the village, hoping to blend in before you can run away for real. Edmund loses his mind and decides to lure you out with fire.

Warnings: yandere, arson, knives, harassment, drunk men, isolation, behading, corpses, a bit of Stockholm symdrome, hints of abuse, name calling

Word count: 4k.

Edmund’s arms are like suffocating cages. Everytime his hands touch you, you lose the ability to breathe. His kisses feel like fire and burn your skin every time they press against you. You can’t take it anymore. You don’t want to be his pretty doll. 

You have nothing planned, but you know that you need to be quiet and run the fastest you possibly can. 

Quietly, you get out of his arms. They’re difficult to bend off of you, but finally, they loosen up. You’re careful not to step on any creaky floor planks as you try to dress yourself. Covering yourself in a dark blue cloak and your body in a warm dress is normally a hard task, but near impossible now that you have to look over your shoulder and try to make your trembling hands cooperate. You grab your dagger, a gift from Edmund. He wants you to be able to protect yourself if he’s ever away from you. 

Edmund twists and turns in bed. He never stays still unless he holds you in his arms. You have to get out of here before he realizes that you're no longer in his embrace. Guards are walking through the mighty corridors, but you do your best to avoid them all and sink into dark corners when they pass by. Heart beating loudly in your ears. A part of you regrets ever trying to leave. They’ll notice you soon enough and then you’ll have to get down on your bare knees and beg forgiveness from Edmund. He’ll revel in it and you can’t stand seeing that satisfied smirk on his face when he once again gets what he wants. 

Finally. Finally, you manage to leave the castle. A fresh breeze hits your face. WIthout looking back, you run. But where? The forest is deep and dangerous at night. Thieves hide where to get away from the royal knights. If they noticed you, you'd be their hostage. Edmund would get you back to every price and you'd be right back where you started. You have to blend in to get away. You have to go to the village. 

It’s late at night and you doubt that anyone is up to help you. No lights are shining in the windows and all doors are locked. The streets are as empty as the grave. You pull the cloak closer to your body. What should you do? It’s not safe to be out on the countryside roads during the night. You can’t leave the village in the middle of the night and even if you do, the chances of your legs giving up before you reach another is too big to take. 

You run through the dark alleyways, looking for somewhere to spend the night. Tomorrow morning when the sun rises, you’ll move on. It’s dangerous to stay in the same kingdom as Edmund. He’ll find you too quickly. 

You find a barn where you decide to spend the night. Carefully, you lay down in the hay and grass, making yourself comfortable. You shiver at the cold air and hug yourself to keep yourself warm. It takes an hour until you finally fall asleep. 

Drunken male voices wake you up a while later. 

“Oh, look at this”, one slurs. “A woman. Let’s have some fun.”

You freeze and reach for the dagger Edmund’s given you, ready to go to attack. 

“What’s a pretty lady doing here?” another one asks, sounding just as drunk. He hiccups. “Did we get a blessing? Oh, we’re so lucky.”

You hurry up from your hiding place and try to make a run for it, but the two men grab you. 

“Don’t leave yet”, they purr drunkenly. “We’re not done yet.”

You breathe out in stress and give the men deadly glares. Something clears up in their dull eyes. 

“Holy shit, it’s the queen!” one of them gasps. 

They’ll have to let you go now, you think. 

“We’re really lucky then”, the other one says. 

You sigh and squeeze your eyes shut. Quickly, you kick the man in front of you and stab the one behind you with your dagger, leaving it behind. The two of them grunt and fall down on the dirty floor. You run for your life out of the barn and into the dark village. The men run behind you and you know that you have to get away before they find you again. You duck into someone’s backyard and hide behind a bush. The two men run past you. You gulp. Is this how things will be from now on? You sniffle and hide your face in your cloak’s sleeve. 

“Why are you crying?” a tiny voice asks. 

You look up and see a little boy hugging a teddy bear. He’s standing in front of you. You hadn’t seen him, he blends into the night air. 

“I’m scared” you whisper and force a smile. “Do you live here?”

The boy nods.

“I’m sorry for trespassing. I needed to hide from those bad men who followed me.”

“Are you really the queen?”

“Yes.”

“Why aren’t you in the castle?”

You wipe your tears carefully. 

“I’m playing hide and seek with the king”, you whisper. “I can’t let him find me or he’ll win.”

“I can help you!”

You smile slightly and caress the little boy’s cheek. 

“I can’t let you get involved”, you sniffle. “The king is a sore loser, he’ll be mad if someone helps me. He’ll think I’m cheating.”

In more ways than one. 

“I’m not a sore loser!” the boy smiles. 

“That’s good”, you say. “Edmund could learn from you.”

“I want to be king one day!”

“I think you should be one. You seem like a smart king.”

“Leon, who are you talking to?” a female voice asks from the back door. “You should be sleeping!”

“Mom, mom! The queen is here!”

“Leon, don’t lie-”

You stand up and the woman gasps. She’s wearing a brown, cheap dress with her head in a messy bun. 

“Y-Your majesty!” she stutters and bows. “Leon, go inside.”

The little boy runs past his mother and leaves you with his mother. The woman hurries over to you. 

“Your majesty, why are you here?” she asks. “Are you alright?”

“I’m … I’m hiding”, you whisper. “I have to get away from here.”

“Do you need anything? Can I get you something? Are you hungry?”

You can feel your stomach rumble slightly and nod shyly. The woman smiles and nods at the back door. 

“Come here, I’ll get you something to eat.”

You follow the woman into the little house and into an even smaller kitchen. She walks over to the stove and starts to prepare something that smells like childhood. In a few minutes she places a bowl of hot porridge on the table in front of you. You take a spoonful.

“I apologize if it’s bad”, she says nervously. “I know that you’re used to high class dishes.”

“No, I like it. It reminds me of my mothers cooking. I miss that.”

Leon runs over to the table. You pet his hair with a smile. The woman sends him to bed. 

“Why are you up?” you ask the mother. “It’s late …”

“I know”, she sighs sadly. “But I get so worried when my husband is out and about. I can’t go to sleep before he’s home. It seems to disrupt Leon too. He insists on staying up with me, but I’d rather not have him see his father’s state.”

“How old is he?”

“Four.”

“He’s adorable.”

“My queen, can you tell me why you’re out hiding? Has something happened?” She shakes her head. “Forgive me for asking. I shouldn’t.”

“It’s okay. It’s just … some things. All you need to know is that I have to get away from here.”

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know, I’m not sure yet. Away from here. I can’t go to my parents either. I don’t know where I should go. But I’ll figure it out. In time.”

“Stay here for the night. We’ll figure something out tomorrow.”

“Thank you, you’re too kind.”

Despite the woman’s kindness, you have a hard time falling asleep. What will Edmund think when he wakes up? What will he do?

The bed feels oddly cold for the both of you to be here. He feels around after you, but can’t feel another body. Quickly, he opens his eyes and looks around. Where are you?

“Y/N?” he asks. “Where are you?”

No answer. He gets up from the bed quicker than a cat getting scared. 

“Y/N, answer me!” he says, growing nervous. “Don’t hide!”

When he doesn’t get an answer again, he freezes. You haven’t escaped, have you? He’d like to think that you know better. Edmund barges up from his bed and out into the mighty corridors. He shouts at the guards to collect the knights and prepare his horse. He’ll find you. And if you refuse to show, or if someone is hiding you … they'll feel his wrath. His plan will make sure you never dare to go against him like this ever again. 

With no trace and no idea where you could be hiding, they decide to do the most practical thing in this situation. They ride into the village, gaining all of the people's attention.The king stops his horse right by his secretary’s and looks over the crowd that has gathered to see what has made the king come down to them. You’re none of the spectators. The king’s secretary holds up a piece of paper and a megaphone-looking thing in front of his face to make sure that everyone will hear him. 

“Tonight, the queen ran away from the castle!” the secretary says loudly. “We suspect that she is hiding among you somewhere and that one of you is shielding her. If you don’t give her back in an hour, we will burn this village to the ground in our hunt for his wife. Now the king would like to say a few words.”

He backs away, letting Edmund take the spotlight.

"Y/N, you better come out!" Edmund shouts with a gaze running among the crowd. “Don't be stupid and sacrifice so many innocent lives just because you are afraid! You don't have to be afraid, my queen! I will never hurt you! You can trust me! We belong together and it’s about time you accept that!” He turns to his secretary and lowers his voice. “I’m going to kill the one hiding her from me.”

You can’t hear him, you have no idea of what he’s planning. You’re sleeping soundly in the bed you’ve gotten. When you wake up, it’s too late.

“Wait, what’s going on?” you ask as you see people run past the window.

You can see a layer of thick, black smoke covering the sky. A flame is spreading among the houses. 

“We have to leave!” the woman shouts and picks up Leon in her arms. “Your majesty, come with us, we’ll shield you!”

You follow her out into the chaos. People are screaming and crying and running for their lives. You get pushed left to right as the big crowd flees. Heat is hitting you in the face in an uncomfortable manner. It’s hard to breathe. 

“Knights!” Leon gasps in awe. “And the king!”

You freeze and turn around, seeing the royal horses. You can glimpse Edward on his white lady. Without a second doubt, you move closer into the overpacked crowd. You look around, seeing the two men from yesterday. 

“There’s the whore!” they shout. 

You look at the little boy in his mothers arms and gulp. 

“I have to go”, you say quickly to them and caress Leon’s head. “I’ll find you later. Now you have to hurry!”

“Are you sure, your majesty?” the mother asks. 

You nod and give them a push in the other direction. “Hurry!”

They leave. You start to run in another direction before the men can catch up to you. You run into a less packed alleyway. They corner you against a burning wall.

“You fucking bitch”, one of them hisses and presses your dagger against your neck. “You don’t shove your knife into me and think you can get away with it! I don’t care who the fuck you are, I’ll make sure you never dare to try to do this again!”

“This fire is your fault, you fucking bitch”, the other growls. “You’ve ruined our entire livelihood! You’re so fucking selfish.”

You kick the man in front of you between his legs and run. The other man trips over his friend, giving you a bit of an advantage. You end up on an empty street. You stop when you see the white horse a few meters in front of you. You want to run, but the mere sight of him makes you paralyzed.

“W-What have you done?” you gasp. “Look around!”

“I had to get you to show yourself one way or another”, he says calmly. “No one told me where you were. I gave them an hour to give you to me or I’d burn down their little village.” He shrugs. “Yet they didn’t … so all of this are the consequences of trying to hide you from me. It’s not my fault the peasants disobeyed me.”

Tears start to run down your cheeks. Is all of this your fault? If only you had known about his idiotic idea, you could have stopped it. 

Edmund jumps down from his horse and opens his arms. 

“Come here, my love”, he says softly. “You have nowhere to run. Why don’t you just do yourself a favor and return to me?  You can’t hide from me in the end. Be a good girl, alright?”

“I’m scared, Edmund”, you admit through your sobs. You’re not sure what you’re more afraid of — him or the men following you.

“I know, my love, I know.” He gulps. “Come into my arms. I’ll protect you. I’ll make sure that everything will be okay, alright?”

You hesitate. It’s so tempting to run into his arms and let him take control again. These have been a couple of terrifying hours and you don’t want them to continue. You want a roof over your head again and the safety of having your necessities met again. Staying out on the street won’t be safe.

“It won’t matter where you go, I’ll always find you”, Edmund continues. “Your righteous place is with me. You have to understand that. We married — you belong to me by law. You can’t just run away from me like this. Come here, my queen, let me hold you.”

An immense exhaustion creeps into your body. You’ve been in survival mode for hours by now, your fight is over, you can’t win against Edmund. You look around. If you stay here any longer, you’ll start to burn and people will get even more hurt. All of this is your fault. Everyone will blame you for this. You won’t be safe here. All you want is to relax and have someone else take care of everything … but Edmund’s not a good person. If you go back, he’ll punish you. But maybe that’s better than having an entire village after you, wanting you dead for burning down their houses? You look over to Edmund, at his soft, loving eyes. You run over to him, into his strong arms. He wraps his arms around you tightly and you sob into his shoulder. If everyone hates you for the fire … you know that he will still be on your side. He’ll always be by your side.

“Don’t cry, my love, it hurts me so”, he whispers into your ear and holds you tightly. “Everything will be okay now.” He pulls back, cups your cheeks frantically and gives your lips a desperate kiss. He presses his own against yours, moving faster than you can keep up with. “Fuck, I always feel like a drunken man when I’m with you.”

Speaking of drunken men, your fan club is back. You look over your shoulder with a small whimper. However, you’re not as scared anymore. Not when you have the king’s strong arms wrapped around you. Edmund notices something. 

“Y/N, why do they have your dagger?” he asks suspiciously as his grip on you tightens. 

You press yourself close to him without thinking and he clenches his jaw before tightening his arms around you in a protective manner. 

“Don’t worry, my dear”, he says coldly. “I’ll kill them for touching you.”

He pulls out his sword as his knights ride over. 

“Make sure Y/N doesn’t leave”, he says and gives you to the closest knight. “I’m going to take care of these men.”

Edmund runs after the two men with his sword raised. The knight who holds you helps you up on Edmund’s horse. 

“Your majesty”, he says. “We need to move out of here before the fire traps us. I’ll lead your horse.”

You hug the white horse’s neck as the knights lead you through the destroyed village, out of the danger zone. You can’t watch it. 

Edmund’s soon back. The two men are in chains and led by some knights. Edmund holds your dagger in his hands before placing it together with his sword. 

“Are you hurt, my love?” he asks worriedly and stands by the horse. “You have a mark on your throat. Did they try to hurt you?”

You nod slowly. Edmund turns to the two men with his own fire burning in his eyes. 

“How fucking dare you think that you could touch my wife?!” he growls and slaps one of them as hard as he can. “You fucking left a mark on my wife!”

He spits at their feet before walking back to his horse and jumps up in front of you. He forces your hands to hug his waist. You rest your cheek on his back to hide your crying face. Edmund caresses your intertwined hands over his stomach and rides over to his knights.

“Don’t cry, my dear”, he whispers softly over his shoulder. “You’re safe now.” He turns to his knights and his voice goes cold. “I got what I came for. Let’s go back.”

“What about the village, your majesty?” a knight asks. 

“Pour some water on it.”

Without saying anything more, the king rides away. He holds one of his hands over yours to comfort your sobs. He lifts one of your hands to his lips and gives it kisses. 

“You’ve must been so scared among all of those horrible, horrible people”, he says over his shoulder. “Don’t worry though, Y/N, you’re never going out into the real world again. Never again, you hear me?”

You nod against his shoulder. You’re not sure that the people would even want you back into their village after this. 

He stops the horse out on the castle’s front yard and helps you down by your waist. Some maids run out to meet you and Edmund hesitates giving you to them. 

“Give her a bath”, he demands. “I can only imagine all the fleas and bacterias she has gotten. She smells like smoke. When she’s done, take her into our chamber and make sure she stays there. I’ll talk to her later.”

He gives you to the maids who pull you inside the castle and gives you the hottest bath you’ve ever encountered. You’re sure your skin is melting off. They dress you in the finest of silk and lead you to your shared chamber. You sit down in the bed, waiting for Edmund to come back. He enters the room thirty minutes later.

“I’m not going to let you off the hook”, he says and pulls up his sleeves. 

“I won’t run away again, Edmund, I promise”, you whine in fear. “Please-”

“Shh, darling, I don’t think you have the right to shout at me. Not after the hell you’ve put me through. You should be happy that I don’t behead you together with the two dogs who thought they could touch what's mine!” He runs his veiny hand through his dark hair. “I’m going to give you two punishments. One, watch the beheading-”

“I refuse-”

“Shut up, Y/N. Two, you are going to spend three days in the tower with me.”

The tower is like the dungeons just without the rats and prisoners. You gulps.

“You’re going to learn how much of the things you have here is thanks to me, my love”, Edmund says. “Every piece of clothing you own, every day you spend under my roof, every bite of food you get … is thanks to me. When I’m not there, you have nothing and you get chased by disgusting men like those two in the dungeons. After our little vacation to the tower, you’ll understand. Get up, we have a beheading to watch.”

He pulls you with him to the balcony with a cramping hold. The two men are put on display out on the castle’s front yard and they’re facing you. Edmund stands beside you like a stone. 

“Please don’t!” one of the men shouts in desperation. “Please, we’re sorry!”

“Sorry, my ass”, you mutter. 

Edmund chuckles and kisses your temple. 

“Your majesty, please, you met my son!” one of them shouts. “Leon!”

You frown, feelings suddenly shifting. Leon …

“Please, don’t deprive him of a father!”

“Edmund …”, you whisper sadly. 

“He was going to deprive me of a wife”, Edmund answers coldly. “He’s going to die.”

“But he has a son, Edmund! I know he’s an asshole, but-”

“Do you want him to set an example for his son, hm? Do you want him to treat his wife the way he treated you?”

You think of the nice lady who helped you and her adorable little son. You’ve given them enough problems. If you let this man go back to them … 

“You’re right”, you whisper firmly. “Kill them.”

“That’s my girl.”

Edmund shouts for the guards to end the men's pathetic lives. You watch with hate in your eyes. Leon and his mother will never hurt again and they’ll not be able to harass any more girls in the village. 

“Now we don’t have to worry about them anymore, my dear”, Edmund says when the corpses get pulled off the ground. “Let’s go to the tower now.”

“So you can indoctrinate me?” you mutter sarcastically. 

“Exactly.”

He pulls you by the arm with him through the castle’s mighty corridors. He walks behind you up the spiral stone stairs to the tower’s little room. If you stop or slow down, he gives you a small push. 

“Move those little legs for me, pretty”, he encourages you. “We’re not there yet.”

“But there’s so many stairs”, you complain.

“You ran all the way down to the village with those legs, you can walk a couple of stairs.”

You reach the rounded room in what feels like an hour. You sink down into a sitting position on the old, wooden floor. Edmund chuckles at you. 

“You need to grow some muscles, my dear”, he says and then frowns. “Or don’t. The weaker you are, the less I have to worry about you running away again.”

You look around in the room, noticing that it’s completely empty. 

“As you can see”, Edmund says and closes the wooden plugs over the window. “There is nothing here. If you want to be comfortable and not sit on the floor, you’ll have to sit in my lap. If you want food, you’ll have to ask me so I can get it for you and if you’re cold, you’ll have to cuddle up to me. Any questions?”

You’re about to give him a sassy remark, but hold back. It won’t end well for you if you do. 

“Good girl”, Edmund smirks and sneaks his arms around your waist. “Now let’s enjoy each other's company, hm?”

This will be the death of you.

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[persefolli]

𝐇𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐞.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 

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Today was a beautiful day, clear skies and salty air lingered over Awa’atlu and every day you thanked Tonowari for letting you stay in this paradise you called home. Tonowari and Jake wasted no time in making you Tsahik after you accepted their confessions. You married and performed tsaheylu with Tonowari, then eloped with Jake, with Tonowari as a ‘witness’. 

The Metkayina praised the relationship between the three of you, stating that the village will become more powerful with the three most powerful clan members running it. “Hey ladies, I’m gonna go get some hunting done today.” You peeked into the marui pod where the Metkayina weaved baskets and buckets. Your fellow weavers nodded and shooed you off to go hunt for dinner you would prepare for both Tonowari and Jake tonight.

You hadn't seen them all day, knowing that they had important duties to tend to. But you had very exciting news to tell them, and you wanted to do it in private, over dinner

You bolted into the forest, letting some warriors know about your whereabouts if anything happens. You got a great distance away from the reef, where some animals were sure to pop out. “What are we feeling? Viperwolf? Kentrocapa? Or maybe some….fish.” You spoke  out loud to yourself….and your unborn child.

A few beats of silence and you chuckled, “Yeah we've had fish too much these past few days.” You began sniffing, tracking the scent of a nearby creature that you were bound to kill. Slowly walking over the damp grass, you found a viperwolf. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. You drew your bow, and focused right on the lone wolf that was eating some strange item in the ground. Before you could release your arrow, a shuffle in the bushes managed to scare the poor wolf off.

Your ears perked up, and you turned to face the rustling bushes, “Jake?” You smiled, expecting your lover to emerge from the bushes.

Instead, a taller, short-haired na’vi in tactical gear stepped out from the bushes. You knew he wasn't from around here, and the four fingered hand told you he was no real na’vi. You backed up, slightly losing your footing. “You’re not Jake.”

 “Let's make this easy for both of us, peach.” He pulled out an orange band and began inching closer to you.

You swiftly grabbed your bow, drawing it back and releasing it, missing him by a long shot. At this rate he was too close for you to pull out another arrow, so you did what first came to mind. 

“HELP!” You turned around and began to sprint, but he was bigger, and faster. He managed to tackle you to the ground and slap one side of the band on your wrist. “Hold still!” He grunted, struggling to slap the other side of the band on you. “JAKE! MA JAKE!” You screamed, hoping your lover was already on his way towards you, but that chance was slim. He turned you around to face him, as soon as you met his eyes you hissed, leaning up and biting his forearm. “Son of a-” Your eyes widened seeing the large rock in his hand. 

---

“Have you guys seen Y/n today?” Jake walked into the weaving marui pod.

“She said she was going hunting in the forest earlier today.” One of the Metkayina  members responded. 

Jake hummed and walked out the pod, keeping his head on a swivel looking for you. Something didn't feel right, in his gut. He had just gotten back from the forest, and you weren't there. Even your scent seemed to fade the deeper he went into the forest. He walked to find Tonowari, who was in another pod talking to some warriors about new trading policies with other reef clans. Jake stood in the doorway and silently motioned two fingers towards him indicating they needed to talk.

“Have you seen Y/n today?” 

“No, I assume she's weaving, yes?”

“No. They said she went hunting.”

“Well maybe she's in the forest.”

“I just came from the forest and she wasn't there. Her scent went cold.”

“Hm.” Tonowari nodded. “Maybe she went fishing instead.”

“Yeah….Fishing.” Jake agreed.

The both of them exchanged a look, a calm flowing between them. Their expressions didn't show it, but their senses spiked right in that moment. They didn't want to alarm one another, but they both knew that something was indeed wrong.

“I'll just wait…for a little while.” Jake walked off. 

“Yes…she’ll show up eventually.” 

Was Jake gonna wait? Of course not. He found his skimwing and immediately went diving in the reef, looking amongst the other metkayina for you. The longer he searched the more panicked he became. The last thing he wanted to do was look beyond the reef, because only Eywa knew what could've gotten ahold of you out there.

On the other side of the reef,  Tonowari was diving and asking his clan members if they’d seen you. He became increasingly angry with each “No, I haven't seen Y/n.”

Tonowari was usually level headed, but knowing you were gone with no clue where you went made his mind run wild. He loved you so, almost to the point of obsession, and your absence made his nerves grow hot. He looked, and looked until the eclipse got closer.

The sky grew dark, and he finally met up with Jake in the middle of the reef, panting. “I can’t find her. No one has seen her Jake!” 

“I couldn't find a trace of her, I even went beyond the reef.” Jake responded.

Just as he went silent, the static on his earpiece went off. “Can-hear-Corporal?”  He managed to hear bits and pieces of the voice from the other side.

“Corporal.” He muttered. There was only one person who called him that.

Quaritch.

“Gather the best warriors and meet me at the edge of the reef, now!” Jake yelled at his best friend and went towards the reef border, where the signal became clearer. “Corporal, if you can hear me, know that I have something you want.” Quaritch said on the earpiece. In the background he heard a very faint moaning noise, very, very quiet.

“DAMN!” Jake slapped the waterbed, and the skimwing screeched, feeling the rage of it’s rider.”

 ---

Quaritch had a tight grip on your braid. Even though you were already bound up, he still took pride in torturing you.  He yanked your braid every once in a while, and held a knife to your throat when you wouldn't quiet down. You were still dazed from him knocking you out with a rock earlier. Your throat was scratchy, and your cheeks were wet with tears. “Please Eywa please.” You muttered. “Tono- Ja- AH!” You cried out as Quaritch yanked your head back again.

“Eywa, won't save you!”

“Please! Please let me go, I'll give you anything you want.”

“No, I'll get what I want, peaches. Your husband, Jake.Sully.” He said with venom. “He won't leave his wife and baby to die will he?”

“If you hurt us they will kill you!” You snapped back.

Quaritch turned you to face him and placed a harsh slap across your cheek. You cried out as he raised his hand again, but a gunshot stopped the slap from landing again. The two of you looked to see Jake and Tonowari approaching, with a large group a metkayina warriors. You began tugging at your restraints, crying in relief seeing your two lovers again. 

Jake used the scope of his gun to search for you. He quickly spotted you, and frowned seeing you jerk against the boat railing. “Mawey.” He whispered. “Mawey.” As if he was in your ear, you stopped tugging, and looked at him expectantly.

“He has her.” 

Tonowari let out a loud yell, hissing and gripping his spear tight. “Let me see.” He reached out for the gun Jake had. He spotted you, seeing a blood trail stemming from your head, and the bruised cheek which was starting to swell. Tonowari slammed the gun back into Jake’s chest, hissing and snarling. “He must die!”

“Tonowari, this may be a trap we have to-”

“He will die.” He repeated. Jake noticed the darkness in Tonowari’s expression. He would have to move fast if he didn’t want Tonowari putting you in possible danger.

“Sully.” Quaritch snarled into the earpiece. “You for her. No funny business. We have you surrounded.”

Seven more boats began speeding towards Jake and the rest of the Metkayina, surrounding them. You looked, and saw one avatar, and about 4 humans on each boat. This should be light work for the two of them, right?

“Let's not waste any more time than we have to.” Quaritch taunted.

Jake and Tonowari sat in place, deliberating their options. Jake could sacrifice himself, if that meant you would come out safe, but there was no way you or Tonowari would allow that. Jake could attack the ships, but you were held at gunpoint, no way he would make it to you before the trigger was pulled.

Quaritch suddenly raised his hand and smacked you again, making sure you cried out loud enough for the two warriors to hear. Tonowari snapped his head towards Jake and began yelling. “Jake you have 5 seconds to make a decision or I swear to Eywa nobody is getting out of this alive!” 

Jake furrowed his eyebrows, finally giving in to his partner's rage.  “I'll go alone. Retreat to the reef.”  

“Retreat?!”

“Re.Treat.” Jake said, slower, bowing his head slightly. This time, Tonowari caught the hint. 

“Hyah!” He hooted out, the Metkayina warriors started turning around and disappearing into the water. Jake pulled his gun aside, and slowly began approaching the boat, seeing the damage on your face more clearly now. 

“No. Jake.” You said breathlessly as he came to the edge of the boat He climbed on, coming face to face with Quaritch. “Jake.” You looked at him with watery eyes. Your breathing became unstable as you realized what was gonna happen next. 

“No..No take me! Don’t you want him to suffer? Take me instead!” 

Jake looked at you and hissed, shutting you up immediately. 

Quartich paid no attention to your begging, but took out another restraining strap. “Let her go.” Jake said, slapping one end of the restraint on his wrist. Quaritch seemed satisfied, finally taking out his knife and cutting one side of the restraint off. Jake winced, but managed to clasp the other restraint on his other wrist, resulting in you being cut free.

“Now that wasn’t so hard wasn’t it?”

You stood, looking between Jake and Quaritch. Jake nodded towards the skimwing, telling you to scram, with his eyes. You shook your head, refusing to leave him. Jake kept averting his eyes to the skimwing, but you being stubborn as you were didn’t catch on. You slowly began backing up to the edge of the boat, hitting the railing. 

Suddenly Jake swung, hitting Quaritch in the jaw. 

Everything happened so fast.

Guns began blazing. Metkayina warriors shot out the water piercing humans with their spears. Jake jumped onto the boat railing, into the water; and Tonowari shot out the water and grabbed you, pulling you right back into the ocean with him. 

This happened all at the same time. 

You held on to Tonowari tightly as the current in the water almost managed to throw you off the side of his skimwing. The two of you began to move upward again, breaking the water barrier. You watched as Tonowari yelled with pure rage, lifting  his spear and impaling an avatar with one swift movement. The two of you dove back into the sea, the water current pushing the half dead avatar further on Tonowari’s spear. 

The skimwing slowed down, ultimately rising and stopping on the ocean bed. The boats that now surrounded you were on fire, sinking, with arrow-struck corpses piled on top. The avatar stuck on Tonowaris spear began gasping, spitting up blood and looking at the two of you with pure fear in his eyes.

Tonowari tilted his head, watching the avatar convulse on the spear. “Tonowari?” You called out, but he was gone, his eyes seemed soulless. You held onto the side of the skimwing, floating in the water, watching Tonowari slowly push out his spear and angle it towards the mouth of his skimwing. “T-”

In an instant, the skimwing twisted its head and opened its mouth, chomping down, and completely decapitating the avatar. You watched the corpse of the avatar slide off of the spear, and into the water.

Tonowari had never, never shown this side of himself before. You didn't even think he was capable of doing something like this. You discreetly wrapped your hand around, grabbing his braid. You wanted to know how angry he was, to feel his rage. Maybe even to have him feel your fear, so he can snap out of this. You connected your braid to his, and a jolt of heat ran though your body. 

You gasped, feeling the intensity of his rage. It mixed with the adrenaline running through your body, becoming too much, before you fell unconscious.

---

Eyes fluttering open, you saw Tonowari, softly dabbing a rag all over your face. You looked down and saw your legs and torso were wrapped in large, damp leaves. Your eyes trailed to the side, where your braid was connected to Tonowari’s. His face was molded in a deep frown, and only now did you notice the underlying feeling of sadness.

“Wari.” You reached for his hand. “Why-”

“I needed to feel your pain.” He curtly said, almost embarrassed. 

“You didn’t have to-”

“I did!” He hissed. “I should have protected you. The baby.”

You gasped, forgetting that with tsaheylu, he felt everything. Jake entered the pod with more medical supplies, sighing in relief once he saw you awake and alert. “Thank Eywa. Y/n…” He scrambled to sit next to you, taking your other hand. The three of you sat in silence. Uncomfortable silence. 

“I was gonna tell you guys.” You broke the silence. “I was gonna make a nice dinner and present you with the beads I made. But he pinned me down and knocked me out.” Tears began to slip from your eyes. “I didn’t mean to cause all of this.”

“Hey, this is my fault, I should've known Quaritch would come back.” Jake sighed. 

“I'm sorry you had to find out from him.” You said sourly,  placing your hand on your stomach.

“I knew before he got you.” Tonowari admitted. nodded, confirming he knew as well. “How did-”

“When we cuddled that one night, and did tsaheylu, I felt something different. Like a tickle in the stomach.” He explained. “But I kept…bonding with you after you fell asleep, just out of curiosity.” Tonowari finally began smiling, tears welling in his eyes. “Then I felt it. I felt our child.”

You smiled and squeezed their hands. The two exchanged a look, and you felt the room fill with tension again.

“We killed Quaritch.” Jake blurted.

You widened your eyes and looked at Tonowari. He shamefully looked away

“He was too big of a threat, we made sure that if he did manage to survive us, he would drown in the deepest part of the sea.” Jake said.

“Ma Wari, Jake. Why are you sad?”

Their expressions changed, looking at each other confused. “You saved my life, you saved the reef. Why are you upset?”

“I scared you, Y/n.” Tonowari said sternly. “I saw you pass out- I felt your fear…I didn't want you to forever remember me in that way. I don’t want my Tsahik to be afraid of me.”

You scoffed, and ran your hand down your face. “Ma Wari. I was afraid your rage would consume you. I know you would never hurt me. Knowing you would…kill for me makes me feel…”

Tonowari searched your eyes as you hummed trying to find the perfect way to say 

“Loved.”

#tonowari x reader #jake sully x reader #Jake Sully #tonowari #avatar2 #atwow #avatar fanfiction #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water #persefolli #persefolliwrites

[alexdelray1]

Could you possibly write hcs for Mizu with a girlfriend who's a traveling medic? The two meet on multiple occasions as the s/o just runs into Mizu time and time again after she's been roughed up while fighting and tends to her wounds...despite some protests

Mizu Headcannons.

It was a surprise for you to meet Mizu.

During your travels, you met a lot of people who wanted to be left alone and did not want any relationships.

Mizu was no exception. One day you landed in a village where there were several wounded after a barbarian attack. Which was strange. Normally, after such actions, 80% of the village was murdered, corpses were lying at the doors of the houses and only fire came from the village.

One of the people you treated told you that they were saved by some samurai with strange glasses and a big hat.

You wanted to see if he was okay, so you went to the brothel where someone told you he was.

When you found him there, you were surprised.

There were no prostitutes or even sake with him, which was unusual. Most of the samurai you saw or treated were dogs for ladies, but you dismissed that thought.

You asked him if he had any wounds and he just shook his head.

You also thanked him for cutting your job short, but he only did.

"I don't need your thanks. Something like that was only one twentieth of what I do."

You wanted to go, but you noticed that he had a wound in his chest. You started persuading him to show it to you, and only after 20 minutes of nagging him did he agree, but emphasized that he hoped you would respect medical confidentiality.

When you took off his upper clothes, you saw his breasts. This surprised you a bit, but you were a professional, so you just bandaged the wound and somehow ended up sleeping with her.

Shocking, but yeah, she's hot and you're okay, so it worked out somehow.

Over the next few months, you met in various places and villages.

Each such meeting ended with an adventure in bed, on the grass, or where simply no one could see you. After some time, you realized that you were probably meant to be together, so you started dating.

One day you met again, only that Mizu was in a terrible condition, but for some reason she didn't want help, so you forced her, saying that if she didn't, she would get infected and she wouldn't be able to move at all.

She agreed, but she was still grumbling.

"I only agreed because I don't want to lie uselessly in the snow… And maybe also because you look good."

#x reader #fem reader #blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader

[mitsies]

proposal ; satoru gojo

gojo satoru proposes quite often. each time, it all goes terribly wrong.

satoru gojo x gn reader, proposal, established relationship, parenthood (later!!), dad!gojo, 5+1 trope, so much fluff!!!

the first time gojo satoru asks you to marry him, he ends up nearly choking to death. he recalls it with a faux bitterness, and you with indignance and a tinge of amusement.

it was a fancy dinner restaurant, with low-hanging chandeliers and the aroma of obnoxious perfumes. people clothed in dressy designer gowns and suits flocked the bar and tables. you watched them as you sipped your drink, wondering what they were doing here tonight.

"that man with the red spotted tie? i bet the younger lady he's with is his mistress."

gojo's words made you choke back a laugh. his voice was low, to avoid anyone overhearing. he smiled at how your lips pursed to hide your smile.

this was your favorite game- you would find a person to observe, eyeing them, and gojo would follow your gaze. he'd then create a backstory for them- a game of fill-in-the-blank based on their actions and appearance.

the both of you would often go on fancy dinner dates (with gojo being vain and rich and enjoying dressing up, and with you benefitting from him being happy,) but today was a more momentous occasion. it was the two of you's 6th anniversary of dating.

you weren't expecting much, nor did you want a lot. just the regular flowers, sub-par wine, and overpriced food would do. you were content with his presence and no greater plans.

gojo, however, had other ideas for today. without your knowledge, he'd coordinated with the kitchen staff to create a secret proposal scheme- and he did a damn good job if he said so himself.

a large, gaudy, and expensive ring was stowed away inside a cupcake of your favorite flavor. there'd be two to share, and when you bit into it, you'd discover his proposal and say yes. that was gojo's plan, anyways.

when the plate of sweet treats were brought out, they just looked too good. gojo couldn't help but have his right away too- after all, it was best to avoid suspicion, right? so he popped the whole thing into his mouth like a pill.

and gagged. loudly.

a piece of fine silver, an immaculately cut and expensive diamond, and the tiny lapis lazuli studs in the form of a gaudy engagement ring was lodged in his throat.

at this point in the story, gojo typically pretends to forget what happened afterward. you would laugh and explain to the audience that he did, in fact, have to get heimlich-maneuvered by an elderly man. he ended up spitting out the ring and you never even knew it was there, assuming he was choking on his overly-chewy steak.

that date ended with an unpaid bill, apologetic staff, and an embarrassed couple. 'an ultimate success', gojo would chime into your story, since he 'got you in the end'.

you'd snort a laugh and push his shoulder playfully. 'more like an ultimate fuck-up', you'd smile. he would grin right back at you, brighter than a diamond.

the second time gojo satoru proposes, you get hit by a car.

it's a warm, sleepy day in thailand. gojo opted to take you with him as his plus one to some stuffy clan event being held there. instead of attending the event fully, though, the two of you decide to leave 10 minutes in to roam the unfamiliar streets.

the sun is about to set and it's held in the sky by the clouds, cradling it like a child. the world is alight with oranges and the streets are quiet. it's an abandoned little town, the one you end up in.

the buildings are dilapidated and birds nest in the rafters of old structures. graffiti decorates the walls and empty boxes line the streets. vines and flowers and grasses bloom and blossom through the cracks and creases of the decaying village, like nature was reaching back into the world to take what was hers.

your formal wear was itchy on your skin but you really didn't mind, as you laughed like a fool as satoru made stupid joke after stupid joke. his smile was enough to rival the setting sun as he beamed at you as if he'd never seen anything more beautiful.

gojo, who'd been a few paces ahead of you, falls into step next to you before grabbing your hand to get you to stop walking.

he says your name and it's more gently than usual. "look at the sky," he whispers, like it's a secret.

you look up to the expanse of tumbling clouds and the streaks of dusk and you're left breathless by the unusual serenity of it.

"it's not half as pretty as you." gojo is so quiet you almost can't hear him, but you smile a little. you turn, about to make fun of him for being cheesy and cliche, and then it's all a blur- you see satoru, on the floor for some reason? and you hear jingling and satoru shouts something and- 'bam!' gojo would pantomime, gesturing an explosion with his hands.

you'd roll your eyes before continuing the story. an elderly driver with a done-up and ancient, creaky, rickshaw had slammed you into the pavement and kept on driving.

you lay, dazed, back on the ground. gojo appeared in your vision, blurry and doubled. panic is prominent on his face, and you feel his hands on you.

for a few minutes, as gojo tries to manage both his own anger at the old driver and the fact that his partner just got hit by a rickshaw going at 100 miles per hour.

he helps you sit up, and you do so slowly. you're still seeing doubles of everything and the word is spinning and your head hurts like hell, but you don't think your bleeding, and gojo is slowly coming back into focus so you're probably, maybe okay.

'it was traumatizing,' gojo would narrate, 'blood everywhere, guts on the floor, everything.'

you'd smack gojo's shoulder and he'd cackle like a fool.

'it wasn't bad,' you would state, 'he's making it seem like i was on the verge of death. i was not.'

'i was not,' gojo mimicked. you'd shove your shoulder into him and he laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist.

this story ends with you in the hospital with a minor concussion and gojo stashing the engagement ring in his suit pocket and tucking it into the depths of his overly-stuffed suitcase.

'god, you getting hit by a car-'

'rickshaw,' you corrected, 'not a car.'

gojo side-eyed you. 'like i said, a car, was so inconvenient.'

you glare at him, and you hear your audience laugh. 'next time, the car is going to be hitting you. and it won't be just a concussion.'

attempt number 3 is less painful for you, but incredibly embarrassing for gojo.

it's snowing on the school campus. you and satoru observed as maki beat the shit out of yuta, as per usual. you wince as a particularly brutal blow strikes him.

"jesus, she's not holding back."

gojo smiles. "i wouldn't want her to. how else is he meant to learn?"

you raise an eyebrow. "i'm surprised you're allowed to be a teacher."

"me too!"

the silence pursuing your words is comfortable, the only thing breaking being the loud smacks coming from the field until gojo says:

"i'm sure they'll be fine. want to go for a walk?"

you tsk as he stands from the bench you are both sitting on. "now, what kind of teacher would that make you, satoru?"

"one with priorities."

you smile and take his extended hand. "damn right."

your walk is quiet. neither of you speaks much, and you're both happy that way. sometimes, silence is lovely.

gojo is not quiet around many. he is, by nature, loud, and that is something he hadn't grown out of. you feel a little blessed that he can find it in himself to be peaceful when you're around, though.

he's holding your gloved hand but you can still feel the cold emanating from his palm as he leads you through a grove of leafless trees, just behind the school campus.

"i love the snow," he says at some point.

you hum in agreement and steal a glance at him. satoru looks angelic in this scene, under a snow-filled tree, like a heavenly deity that you had the honor of encountering.

you turn your face so he doesn't see you staring. you've been together for years at this point, but you don't feel like embarrassing yourself at this moment.

when satoru lets go of your hand, though, you turn back around from your faux-examination of the winter scenery- just in time to see a big cloud of snow from the tree drop onto gojo's head.

he collapses from his place on the ground (why was he on the ground?), and he looks like a surprised deer. only his head peeks through the pile of white around him.

you stare for a beat before breaking out into laughter, so hard it makes your ribs hurt- and in the distance, you hear even more people laughing. you glance around to see the current 1st-years, yuta, maki, inumaki, and panda doubled over in laughter. panda had a phone out, presumably recording the whole scene.

'i should've killed him,' gojo grumbled, and you snort.

'too bad. he'd already sent the video to everyone, so that wouldn't really help your case.'

'maybe it's not too late.'

'i think it is. it's all okay though, right? because it all worked out in the end?'

you batted your lashes and gojo huffed at your blatant mockery of his previous words.

'well, i suppose you were worth it all. just barely, though.'

the final failed proposal was gojo's last ditch attempt at making it romantic.

it's your average day, about 6 months after the last mishap. spring flowers blossom all around your little picnic blanket as you smooth it over the grass. satoru places the basket over in the corner and began to unpack it.

it was one of the rare days when you both had a little time off, so in honor of the good weather, you and satoru opted to spend a while outside.

what you don't know is that satoru has a skywriter scheduled to come out in 5 minutes, to pull across a banner asking you to marry him.

and what satoru doesn't know is that the company he'd booked had a 2-star yelp rating.

so, when the skywriter dances across the blue canvas with a grey trail of letters following it, your name is spelled wrong. very wrong. to the point where it's unrecognizable.

"gertrude, will you marry me?"

you read out the words the skywriter spelled out, and smile dumbly. gojo wants to gouge his eyes out. "good for gertrude. strange name, though."

and then it starts raining. like, really raining. torrents of water rush down from the sky out of nowhere, soaking the both of you in a matter of moments.

"okay, well," gojo tries to conceal his disappointment, "i guess this was kind of a bust."

but you smile at him and he's not too upset anymore, because how could he be?

"there's always next time, satoru. could you help me with the stuff?"

the both of you rush to clean up your picnic. and then, you hear a rumble of thunder in the distance.

the hairs on the back of your neck rise and you think satoru feels it too because he grabs your hand and tugs you away. "i think we should go-"

a loud, crackling noise followed by an astonishingly bright light strikes the place where your picnic blanket used to lay. a small stream of smoke billows, before its vanquished by the water.

gojo looks at you. you look at him. and wordlessly, the both of you leave the park as quickly as you can.

(what neither of you realizes is that a little box with an over-the-top engagement ring was left abandoned at the park that day, never to be seen again.)

without the engagement ring, gojo isn't quite sure what he's meant to do.

he could try again. he could buy another one. but honestly, the demotivation he's feeling wouldn't do anything for his proposal skills. he is feeling very much slumped.

it's a week after the picnic fiasco, and life has been as normal for you. but for gojo, he's been stressing over everything for what feels like an eternity.

it's the last friday of springtime when he comes home from teaching to you laying on the couch. you're reading a book with a red cover in your flannel pajama pants and his oversized t-shirt. you look so good, and gojo doesn't know what to do with himself so he just stares at you from the doorway like some creep before entering your shared apartment.

he calls out a greeting to you and you reply in kind, asking how his day was. he keeps the conversation going as he showers, calling out his replies. he returns in his own overpriced loungewear and slides next to you on the couch.

he lays his head on your lap, looking up at you. you diligently and wordlessly rearrange to make this more comfortable for both of you.

the last rains of spring are pounding against the windows of your home, and the sky outside is dark blue. the yellow lighting of the lamp casts a warm glow on the two of you, and gojo thinks it brings out your eyes, and he doesn't know what he's saying when he says it but it's spoken nonetheless:

"i want to marry you."

you don't react in the slightest, flipping the page of the book you're reading and working your free hand through gojo's hair. but he doesn't miss how your movements falter for a moment, just a second.

"haha. funny."

gojo sits up. you're looking at him now, and he sees a flicker of confusion flit across your face.

"i'm serious. i mean it."

you blink. "you want to marry me."

he nods.

"oh."

"so..." gojo scoots back from you on the couch, so he's not in your face. "this is me proposing."

and then he waits. he waits for the burglar to come in and shoot both of you in the face. he waits for the microwave oven to explode in the kitchen and set the apartment on fire. he waits for the ceiling to collapse and bury you both in the rubble. he waits for you to say no.

"then i guess this is me saying yes."

but he is waiting for nothing. he smiles at you, so brightly that he could illuminate the stormy nighttime sky. and you kiss him, this boy made of diamond, as if he's going to disappear.

'i was so smooth, you can't lie,' gojo said with a stupid smirk.

'you're right, i can't lie. and you weren't smooth. at all.'

two little voices giggle and your heart was infinitely warmed.

you and satoru were sat telling your story to your young kids, aged 6 and 7. it was late on a wednesday, and you'd run out of stories to tell, so you resorted to the undoubtedly entertaining tale behind your engagement.

'you're so silly, dad!' said your 6-year-old daughter shigure. she had recently learned what the word 'silly' meant, so obviously it had to be used in every sentence ever. 'so so silly!

satoru ruffled her hair and you were taken for a moment at how similar the two were.

your 7-year-old son, fuyuki, interjected. 'i'm too old for bedtime stories now but i like this one i guess.'

you raised an eyebrow. 'oh, really? i guess we won't read you them anymore. y'know, since you're too old and cool for them-'

'no! i was just kidding!'

you snort. 'okay. i see.'

satoru stood and you followed suit, wishing the children goodnight before shutting off the lights in their room.

your husband sighed before stretching and cracking his back. he winced at the sound.

'you really are getting old,' you said lightly. he glared at you playfully.

'says the one whose hearing is giving out already.'

you waved a finger at him. 'that is a direct result of getting hit by a car-'

'rickshaw,' satoru corrected.

'a car,' you repeated, 'which, by the way, is technically all your fault.'

satoru groaned as you both made your way to your own bedroom. 'that was forever ago.'

'still feels like yesterday.'

'sure it does, grandpa.'

you were, at this point, by your bedside. so you threw a pillow at him.

he (almost) caught it and threw it back onto your bed. 'get in, spouse #1.'

you exhaled a breath of laughter. 'you first, #2.'

the night was cold as you slid in after satoru, and in all honesty, he was even colder, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

your head laid close to his chest and you could feel the rising and falling of his breathing. you tried to match it.

'i'm glad i asked you.'

his voice was out of nowhere. you raised your head to look at him inquisitively.

'i mean,' he amended, 'i'm glad this is how things ended up. really glad.'

you thought about your life. you thought about how you met, about the restaurant anniversary, about the crazed rickshaw driver, about the video of gojo losing to the snow, about the lightning and your failed picnic, about the rain against the windows and the color of the book you were reading, about everything from then til now.

there were so many words you could have said to tell him about how much you agreed. but you opt to return your head to his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

'i'm glad too,' is all you said. he already knew.

the name shigure means rainshower in late summer, winter, or autumn.

the name fuyuki means wintery tree.

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[spicyicetea]

My dearest soulmate

So some people wanted a Ganondorf version of my Calamity!reader so I'm finally writing it, enjoy.

An old proverb. Oral legend passed down through the Gerudo families for centuries. Their king, who is only born every century, and his fated love. Many reject this as the truth. Their desire for the king to be free to conquer Hyrule is so strong that they hide the legend. One slip up is all it took for all that work to come undone.

"What did you say?" The King's voice boomed, demanding and harsh.

The servant quivered in fear as her friend stepped forward to explain.

"We were just speaking about an old story we heard from our mothers as children my king. Our apologies for angering you."

"What story? The beginning was similar to an old legend I have read about, this may be the end of what I desire to learn!" He grins, staring down at them.

The shortest woman gulped and began to recite the story as she remembered it,

"Once every 100 years, a king will be born into the Gerudo royal family. He shall bring forth an era of change and power to the Gerudo people. This legendary king will fall victim to a knight chosen by the Sword that seals the darkness. A cycle of pain that can only be broken through union of the king and the Lady of Calamity."

"Lady of Calamity? I haven't yet heard this part of my legend." "Yes... this has been ignored as the Gerudo people of the past could never find her and assumed she didn't exist."

"Well, if she is what I require to win, than we shall find her. Prepare the army, we do not sleep until that woman is found!" The King yelled, walking off to arm himself.

---POV CHANGE---

It was a normal day for the young elven woman. The dark bubbling malice followed her feet padding along the grass through the forest. Her home. She had no choice but to hide from the village people she once regarded as family who exiled her once her powers had emerged. An ancient legend caused her to be thrown to the wolves by her former friends, although it did mean she would avoid execution. Words uttered by Hylians of old had doomed her to a life of solitary suffering unless she succumbed to the fate the world had set for her. But, she would never. Why in the world would she throw herself into the arms of pure and utter evil. Ganondorf. Her soulmate.

Although she had never met him, obviously, the tales of the crimes he had committed against her kind made her fear the man. She herself knew she was far from weak, the malice that follows her beck and call protects her well enough. Yet, she was apparently, his win condition for his atrocities. Just because her people betrayed her, doesn't mean she will betray them.

A dense unsettling air settled over the forest. Y/N felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she glanced around the trees cautiously. An arrow whizzed by her face and she jumped back, falling down as a heavy foot was brought down on her chest.

"Stay down Hylian!" The Gerudo woman commanded. "We look for the Lady of Calamity, have you heard that name? Many say she's as tall as us Gerudo and as strong as a Lynel."

Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat. Perhaps she could hide who she was by lying and going along with the rumors they had heard. Yes, that's a great way to escape!

"Ah, yes! She resides in a nearby village. She protects them from monster attacks." She said hurried in a soft voice.

The Gerudo woman nodded and removed her foot from Y/N's chest. She sat up and held the aching ribs, the pain soon dissipating from fear. An intense wave of nausea overcame her as a strange smell filled her nose. The hot desert sand, Warm Saffina oil and a faint dizzying musk. Her vision shook as she lent down, wiping sweat from her brow.

On the other side of the thick treeline the Gerudo King was having a similar struggle. His head became clouded with the strange pounding of his heart, echoing through his body. The fresh scent of the forest was pierced by a sinful sweet smell. Every step he took, following the scent made him feel as if he was going to collapse. His warriors followed him as he made his way past the trees, staring directly at the meek woman on the floor.

"Lord Ganondorf, are you alright?"

"Stay away," The woman groaned. "I haven't fought for so long to lose to you now, you beast."

"Do not speak to the King like that," One of the warriors yelled, but was silenced as Ganondorf chuckled.

"Look at me woman, where is she?"

"where is who? I do not know the woman you seek! Leave me be!" She growls, ripping at the grass beneath her hands to stay calm.

Ganondorf just chuckles darkly, standing over the woman.

"I know she is here, my wife, my queen to be. Now where does she hide?"

"Nowhere! I live alone in these woods, I do not know the woman you seek. I have never seen a single woman around these parts as tall as any of you!" She declared in rush.

"You're lying, I can sense her!" The King yelled yanking her up by her arm to finally look at him.

The moments their eyes locked he could feel himself fall apart. Her lashes shielded most of her eyes from his gaze, yet the iris' he could see filled him with a strange sensation. Y/N felt her knees buckle and immediately fall apart as he grabbed her, a dull heat drumming where he had made contact, as well as forming deep knots in her abdomen. Her lips parted as she panted, a strange heat settling over the two despite the chill winds in the forest. Ganondorf felt his body begin to hunger for the small woman, noticing the malice prepared to catch her should he drop her. Although, he didn't plan to. Lust. That described the immense, powerful sensation that was taking over his mind. An unstoppable, violent desire to part her thighs and control her small form. His people would worship her, similar to how he already did. She stared up at him in fear, his mind still caught in a trance.

"Ganondorf?" She muttered, worried he would kill her then and there.

The small whimpers just inspired more sinful desires. For her to scream his name into the cold desert nights to consummate their marriage, only his body heat to warm her small, fragile form. Months later for her to have the Gerudo guards at her beck and call as she relaxed in their bed, plump with his young. Years later small red-headed children running around her legs as she carried their youngest child, greeting him back from a battle. Yes, it was all perfect. He would conquer Hyrule for her. For his wife.

I hope you sinners enjoyed that, I know I did. I'm gonna tag those who I saw asking for it so they get notifs. If you like this then go check out my other pieces of writing! Thanks and bye!

Tagged: @professor-petty @simp-erman @kujogoofzeus

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[mixelation]

more (a)synchronicity. the meetcute <3

ummm okay so one thing to remember is that minato has met tori TWICE and simply does not remember her because he hasn't realized she's the main character. but she remembers him. not fondly.

*****

There was a platoon of Kumo-nin squatting in a small riverside village. Minato killed them, as part of his general orders to keep enemy ninja out of the smaller countries as much as possible. He also found that getting on civilians’ good sides made his life easier. If he was lucky, they’d tell him some info and offer him food and lodging. 

He killed the first three Kumo-nin almost instantly when they came out of a home to confront him. The fourth and fifth took a couple minutes to hunt down, as all the villagers ran around and screamed and fled into their houses. The seventh had taken an old lady hostage in her own home, which was just pathetic. Minato caught the old lady as the Kumo-nin’s body fell. 

“Hey,” he said, putting her back on her feet. She was shaking, and he had no idea if that was just an old lady thing or she was upset. He smiled his most harmless and disarming smile at her. “Are you alright?”

He didn’t hear her answer— which didn’t really matter, because no one looked into his nicest smile and didn’t think they were okay— because someone stepped into the doorway. 

Like most of the homes in the village, this woman’s house was a single room. The Kumo-nin had darted in here at random and left the front door open. Minato turned, expecting to see a village leader or warrior. That’s usually who came and talked to him, before he could properly trot out his charm. Civilians were often terrified of ninja, especially in the small countries where they could be attacked or displaced by their wars at any moment. 

It wasn’t a leader or a fighter in the doorway though. It was a young woman, who watched him with curious dark eyes. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly, and the only thing that seemed slightly remarkable about her was that her frayed dress was an uncommon style to this area. 

“Hi,” Minato said brightly, friendly as can be. “Um— I just saved your grandmother here from those nasty ninja...”

“She’s not my grandmother,” the woman replied. She leaned against the doorframe, casual as could be. “But thanks, I guess. You’re not a nasty ninja too?”

“I’m a ninja,” Minato confirmed. He winked performatively at her. “But I’m not nasty. I’m from Konoha.”

She snorted, unimpressed. Well. He supposed his charm couldn’t work on everyone. 

The old lady was still shaking terribly. Minato helped her into the big plush chair she had at the foot of her bed. As he did this, an older man he’d bet was the village leader appeared at the doorway, and the woman explained, in a surprisingly bored drawl, he was Konoha and that he’d killed all seven Kumo-nin. 

The seventh one’s body was still in the middle of the room. Minato stepped over it to greet the leader. 

“Is everyone alright?” he asked first. The leader boggled back at him. The woman just raised her eyebrows. 

The leader had barely acknowledged her. Minato was drawing a blank for what her role might be. Not important, not impressed by ninja, even charming helpful ninja… Village weirdo?

“I’m Minato, a Jounin of Konoha,” he introduced himself, jabbing his thumb at his headband. “Those ninja that were harassing you were Kumo. As your ally, I’m happy to—”

“Konoha isn’t our ally,” the woman said, eyes meeting his. A tiny smirk crossed her face. “You’re on the Grass side of the river. The Kumo-nin were our allies.”

Minato had known this. He introduced himself as an ally to basically all civilians in the smaller countries, to help with his friendly persona and promote Konoha’s image. People rarely called him out, because during this war, ninja were almost uniformly horrible to civilians outside of their homelands. A lone handsome and friendly Konoha-nin was almost always anyone’s preference, even if their country was technically at war with Konoha. 

“Also— why do ninja always talk like we have no idea what their hitai-ate mean?” the woman asked.

Well. It had never occurred to Minato that people in a backwater town might be well-versed in ninja customs. 

“Reina…” the village leader said, shooting the woman a warning look. Then he turned back to Minato. “The Kumo-nin were stealing our food, disrupting our work, and harassing our women. We’re thankful you got rid of them.”

Minato smiled. Reina rolled her eyes and walked away. 

The leader went on to say that he would happily host Minato for the night as thanks, but he would have to report the attack to Kumo. He apologized that the message would likely reach the nearest administrative camp quickly, only giving Minato a few days to vacate the area before they were alerted. 

“It’s okay,” Minato said cheekily. “I’m fast.”

The village buzzed to life after that. The Kumo-nin bodies were moved, rolled in cloth and lined up in the shade of the town square in case Kumo wanted them. Villagers rushed about, checking on friends and family. The old lady’s actual grandson bowed deeply to Minato in thanks. 

Minato sat on the edge of the bone-dry fountain in the middle of the square, watching all this. The villagers seemed a little jittery around him— eyeing him in evident fear whenever one scuttled past— so he didn’t want to do anything that might scare them. It was boring, but he obediently sat still and tried not to bounce his leg too much all day long. 

The village leader’s wife came over and introduced herself, and then offered Minato with some onigiri to snack on. He asked about the old lady and was assured she was fine. 

“I wouldn’t mind,” Minato said, turning up the charm as he accepted the riceballs, “chatting with you and your husband about anything interesting going on around here.”

“Around here…?” the wife said. “The most interesting thing is you.”

She smiled bashfully. Ah, well. At least his charms were working on someone. 

“No other ninja?” Minato pressed. 

“Oh,” the wife said. “Well, I’ll ask around. My husband will surely tell you more at dinner.”

She left. 

The sun lowered in the sky, and the village calmed. Reina sauntered over to him. 

“You look bored,” she said. “Do you want to do something useful?”

“Sure?” Minato replied, half-convinced she was going to tell him to go clean something.

“Don’t worry,” she said, and finally offered him a real smile. “It’s interesting.”

Minato hopped to his feet. 

Reina led him through the village, seemingly completely unbothered to have a ninja at her back. Civilians were like that, he guessed. It was weird, but it wasn’t suspicious. He watched the bun at the back of her head loosen ever so slightly with every step as she marched down the main road. 

(Improperly tied hair… also a very weird civilian thing.)

“There’s a ninja paper down in the river,” she explained as she walked. “I noticed it a few days ago. I guess the Kumo-nin put it there, but I don’t know why.”

“Ninja paper?” Minato asked.

She turned slightly to look at him with one eye as she walked. 

“You know the… special paper.” She drew a few random circles in the air with her finger for him. “With the squiggles?”

That was, actually, potentially, extremely interesting. It could be evidence left by their mysterious fuinjutsu user. It could be the final clue Minato needed to find them. 

Or, more likely, given the mystery fuinjutsu user tended to paint or carve onto natural objects, it was just one of the Kumo-nin’s fishing traps. But it could be a clue. 

They passed the border of the village, and the cobblestone street turned to a packed dirt path. Minato quickened his step slightly to walk next to Reina. 

“Is it doing anything?” he asked. 

She gave him a look. “Doing anything…? Don’t they just explode if you step on them?”

Not doing anything then, okay. So she just thought it was a safety hazard she’d need another ninja to get rid of. 

“You said it was in the river?” he prompted instead. 

“Yeah, it’s in the water,” she said. “It’s like… um…” She made a few hand gestures which were meaningless to Minato, and then had the grace to look embarrassed. “Well, you’ll see.”

The path rose over a slight hill, and then they could see the river down below. It wasn’t very big or impressive here, but a lot of trade traffic would come through here in peace times. The banks were manmade stone walkways, to aid with the horses than sometimes lead boats. 

“It’s up there,” Rein said, pointing. She stepped off the path to make a more direct route across the grass down to the riverside. “I marked it so I could find it again.”

They walked maybe thirty minutes. Minato didn’t mind. The breeze was nice, and this area of the country was all open fields, meaning he could see down the river for what felt like miles. It would be sunset soon, and the sun was already glinting off the water in pretty ways. He still preferred the shade of Fire Country’s forests, but it was nice to be able to see so far every once in a while. 

He did try to talk to Reina, as they walked. She didn’t seem like she had much to say about the maybe-seal she was walking him to, but a good shinobi was always fishing for information. 

She seemed cagey at first, but with some light, half-joking flirtations that made her make unimpressed faces at him, he got her to open up about her life. She complained the village had nothing to do and that she had to walk to another town if she even wanted to buy a book. When he asked why she didn’t leave, she looked at him like he was stupid. 

He was almost starting to take those looks personally. 

“Because I have no money, and ninja are shooting fireballs at each other all over the place,” she said. Then she looked away, kicking a pebble down the embankment and into the river. “Plus someone has to raise my little brother.”

At some point, Reina’s bun loosened to the point where she had to take it down. 

“Ugh,” she said, pulling the tie and then shaking out her hair. “Did you know war can make hair tie shortages?”

She held up a deformed elastic tie for him, as if making some sort of point. 

“Why don’t you just… use a ribbon?” he tried. He knew Kushina liked the elastic ones because she was always complaining about snapping them, but Kotone had only ever used cloth ties. 

Reina stared at him like the thought had never occurred to her. Minato smiled uncertainly back. She was a village girl. Surely she knew about traditional hair ties? Or pins? What were hair pins for? He’d picked them out of lovers’ hair before. They must have been doing something. 

Minato suddenly felt like he’d only ever known two women in his entire life. 

“Your hair is curly,” he observed, and then immediately felt deeply stupid. 

“Oh,” Reina said, a hand resting where her hair fell over her shoulder. It was quite long too, although not as long as Kushina’s. It was also clearly tangled and unwashed. “Well, right now it’s more like a mess…”

“I think it’s pretty,” Minato said, flashing his best, most charismatic smile at her. “It suits you.”

He wasn’t even lying. It really did make her look like the village weirdo, suiting her perfectly. 

She turned away, her cheeks clearly pink. 

Ha! Gotcha, Minato thought. Finally. 

They came to the right part of the river a few minutes later. Reina had stacked up a tower of flat river stones right at the edge of the embankment. Minato stood next to the tower and peered down into the river. It was only maybe knee-deep at the edge, and the water was clear enough that he could easily make out every stone at the bottom. 

“It’s further out,” Reina said, pointing. 

Minato watched her over his shoulder as he stepped out onto the water, waiting for her look of wonder as she realized what he was doing. Instead, she just sort of smiled blithely at him and squatted next to the rock tower. Minato felt bizarrely disappointed. 

What are you expecting, Namikaze? Minato chided himself as he plodded out across the river. What had he become, that his ego needed him to be able to impress this random civilian woman? She’s just the village weirdo. Who cares if she doesn’t think you’re charming?

He spotted the “ninja paper” soon after. It was a standard tag tied to a kunai wedged in the rocks below, waving gently in the current. Minato squatted, squinting down at it. He couldn’t make out the actual seal on the tag, but it was the wrong shape for an exploding tag. 

“Well?” Reina called. “Aren’t you going to go get it?”

He turned his face to look at her. One of her hands was absentmindedly tracing a pattern over the top rock of the tower. She was watching him eagerly, more eager than she’d been all day. 

“Go on,” she said, a nearly flirtatious tease in her voice. “Dive down and get it, Konoha.”

“No,” Minato said slowly. Something was wrong. “It could be a trap. Reina, how did you see it all the way out here?”

“Hm?”

He stood fully. His hand twitched at his side, itching for a kunai. But— no— she was a civilian. He didn’t want to scare her until he was certain. He could still get info out of her village, and he’d make that job a lot harder for himself if he freaked out their weirdo. 

“The ninja tag,” he said. “How did you find it?”

“Oh,” Reina said, blinking at him in what seemed like full understanding. 

Then her little smirk was back, sure of herself in a way that almost looked dangerous. The setting sun glinted in her hair, caught in her curls and turning them almost red. She pushed the rock tower over, the stones plopping into the water. 

Minato did not react immediately, because she was just a civilian tossing some rocks in the river. But then, suddenly, he was underwater, and the water was boiling. 

The pain kept him from reacting immediately. Every inch of his skin lit up in pain. There was a force sucking him down, preventing him from moving his limbs and escaping the way his brain was demanding. He squeezed his eyes shut to protect them and grabbed mentally for any Hiraishin marker. He had no idea where the one he picked was— his brain was confused and screaming at him about the pain and he couldn’t tell which way was up or down. 

Then he was on land, cold air on his blistering skin. He took a deep, calming breath. Everything hurt, but now it hurt in a way he was more accustomed to. He could focus. He was in an empty field. The civilian woman had tricked him— had— had— he had no idea what she’d done. He didn’t know anything that could make that happen, except maybe a very creative and pissed off Kiri-nin. 

He teleported to the Konoha hospital next. Leaving a marker there had seemed like a convenient idea to him when he’d done it, but he’d left the marker in the room he’d been staying in when he’d made the decision. The nurse currently in there screamed. 

He got immediate medical treatment, though. 

Kushina came to visit him on the second day of his hospitalization, and he succeeded in not crying in front of her. She succeeded in holding back on making fun of him for being a light shade of pink. 

“Stupid,” Kushina told him from her seat by his bed. “You’re lucky you didn’t boil your eyes out of your head.”

He’d gotten out quick enough he’d done no permanent damage to himself, at least not with Konoha’s medical intervention, his medic-nin had said. He hadn’t corrected her that any damage done to his person would have been inflicted by a random civilian woman. The report he was going to have to write on this would be embarrassing enough. 

If he’d been in the water much longer, he'd have been at risk for boiling his organs, including his brain, which not even Tsunade-hime could undo. He was certain this would have happened if he’d listened to Reina and dived for the tag. If he’d floundered for a minute more, he’d be literally coked. 

“I think it was the fuinjutsu user,” Minato explained to Kushina, after he’d filled her in on the whole story. Talking hurt, because he’d damaged almost all of his skin. “The village weirdo must have… figured out how to use the seal, or they taught her how, or something.”

“All that in one little seal, though?” Kushina asked. Her brow was furrowed, like she was trying to figure out a puzzle. 

“It’s not impossible,” Minato said, but Kushina looked doubtful. 

He was inclined to believe her doubt. Jiraiya liked to brag that Minato was a fuinjutsu master, but the only thing he had on Kushina was more experience in space-time fuinjutsu. If she disagreed with him on anything else, well, she was probably right. 

“How have you been?” Minato asked. Kushina puffed up her cheeks and exhaled. 

“I spent ten hours yesterday decoding a report,” she said. “I swear to every god there is, training genin was better than this—”

Minato relaxed back into the lumpy hospital pillow to listen to her rant. Kushina had recently switched to a purely office role for a pay bump, and because she wanted a break from training “brats” up to be battlefield ready. She’d thought she’d be spending all her time on fuinjutsu development, but she was frequently being saddled with administrative odd jobs. This was, to Minato’s understanding, just something that happened now due to the war. More and more able bodied shinobi were being sent out, and so there were fewer people to do the gruntwork at home. 

“If you're bored,” Kushina said, suddenly brightening up. “You can decode reports, and I can go back to trying to figure out a water purification seal that also fits in a canteen.”

She came back later in the evening with a convenience store bento (which was vastly superior to Minato’s hospital dinner) and a stack of coded reports. 

“Have fun!” she cooed. 

Minato thought about just not doing the work, with the excuse that he had burns on over 90% of his body. But… he was bored. 

Needless to say, when he was finally released a week later, he was itching to do something, even if he’d been warned off anything but “light” exercise. Interrogating a civilian would be light, wouldn’t it?

At least one of his markers was still in the village in Grass Country, left on one of the kunai he’d used in his initial attack. He dressed in his uniform, double checked his weapons, and went in. 

He landed on a table, which groaned and shifted under his weight. A man with a Kumo hitai-ate was two feet away from him, and he let out a sad muted scream of surprise. Minato slit his throat before he could properly finish his yell. 

There were two other shinobi in the room, but they were both dead a second later. 

Minato took a moment to assess the situation. The room matched the same style of single-room home as the village, so he probably was actually there. The rickety table held all three kunai he’d left behind: one of his Hiraishin ones, and two standard issue ones. There was also a scroll unraveled, where someone had evidently taken notes on the incident where he’d killed seven Kumo-nin.

Annoying, he thought, lips thinning. If Kumo was using their brains, they’d have sent more than these shinobi. Minato spun a kunai in his fingers a couple times, preparing for a fight. This still counted as light exercise, right?

In the next ten or so minutes, he combed the village and hunted down and killed a grand total of fourteen more Kumo-nin. His heart rate was barely elevated by the end of it. No way his medic would be mad at him. 

When none of the villages came out to speak to him, he went to the house of the village leader and knocked on the door. 

“I need to speak to Reina, please,” he said. As an afterthought, he smiled. 

“She’s gone,” the leader said, clearly nervous. 

Minato raised his eyebrows. “You really don’t want to be lying to me,” he said. 

“N-no,” the leader said, putting his hands up defensively. “She really is gone. We thought she left with you.”

Minato narrowed his eyes. “A young woman just disappeared with a ninja, and you didn’t follow up?”

“I…” The leader was fidgeting now. “I apologize if she offended you. She’s not one of us. None of us know who she is or where she came from. If she did anything, it doesn’t have anything to do with us.”

Minato stared. What the fuck?

“P-please,” the leader said. “Kumo is already fining us for the other shinobi you killed. We can’t afford—”

“Tell me more about Reina,” Minato pressed. 

He didn’t care about the leader’s cowering or begging that he just leave them alone. He was done trying to charm and play nice; he’d already killed too many ninja in this village. No amount of smiling and happy words would redeem him, and he was feeling too impatient for that today anyway. 

Reina, apparently, had shown up only a few days before the Kumo-nin, claiming to be a distant relative of a recently deceased elderly man, sent to clear out his things. She’d presented his death certificate as proof. She’d been living in the man’s home and hadn’t spoken much to anyone. Everything she’d said about her life in the village to him had been a bald-faced lie. 

“Anyone can get a death certificate,” Minato said. “That’s not proof. Why did you trust her?”

The village leader was clearly upset. His voice shook as he spoke. 

“We didn’t… we didn’t think like that…” 

Oh good, so the whole town had just believed her story with zero follow up questions. 

The village leader seemed to realize how little MInato thought of him. He tried, “She was useful. She wasn’t afraid to speak to the ninja for us. We never questioned her.”

Minato asked some more questions, but the leader had nothing else to share. Minato made him show him the old man’s home. When he told the leader he no longer needed him, the man ran from him. 

Minato searched the house. For a place she was supposedly cleaning out for several weeks, there were still a lot of things left behind, to the point that it was unclear if Reina had taken anything at all. Minato found no valuables, so either she’d taken them, or the man had none to begin with. She had… eaten all of his nonperishable food?

There were a couple of items of women’s clothing tossed into a laundry basket, and a mug decorated with cutesy cartoon crabs on the table that Minato doubted had belonged to the old man. There were still a few sips of coffee in the mug. Minato poured out the coffee and stored the mug and the clothes in a scroll. 

He went down to the river next. It only took a few minutes at ninja speed, but with the stone tower now gone, it took him a while to relocate the site where she’d attempted to boil him alive. He spotted the kunai eventually, still wedged into the bed of the river and sporting a tag. 

Minato was hesitant to stick his hand back in the water, even if it was now a completely normal temperature. He’d taken a fire poker from the old man’s home, and he used it to hook the kunai and pull it up. The water wasn’t deep; he probably could have stood up if he hadn’t been busy being boiled. 

The seal on the kunai’s tag was nonsense. It literally did nothing but move chakra around inside of it. That was, it would do nothing but move chakra around if it had any chakra in it at all. 

Minato walked back to shore and sat on the stone embankment, feeling completely flummoxed. The tag was completely nonfunctional. 

So, Reina was some sort of run-of-the-mill conartist, but he didn’t understand what her goal had been, or how it connected to the mystery fuinjutsu user. Maybe the Kumo-nin occupying the town had disrupted her plan? But who had made the boiling trap, and how had she known how to activate it? The mystery fuinjutsu user had a history of helping civilians. Had they told Reina she could use it on the Kumo-nin, and instead she’d decided to use it on Minato?

He turned that last idea around in his brain for a while. Setting a death trap for ninja was pretty consistent with the mystery fuinjutsu user’s MO. But seven ninja was more than they usually went after. They did not seem to care about confronting high-ranking ninja, but they usually isolated ninja before acting; for whatever reason, they were opposed to facing multiple opponents. Besides, Minato could not see how this trap would even work on seven people. 

And how had the trap worked at all?

Minato sat cross legged on the embankment and closed his eyes, focusing on replaying the moment in his mind. 

He thought of Reina, in her out of place dress that was out of place because she was. He remembered her coaxing him to dive, and then her face when he’d asked her how she’d found it. 

She hadn’t been afraid. He thought about her eyes, wide with understanding, her lips slightly parted. That wasn’t the face of a woman realizing she’d been caught in her own trap. That was her realizing she’d won. 

She won, Minato realized. She’d won the second he hadn’t drawn a weapon, and she’d known it. She’d known exactly how the trap worked, and exactly how ninja worked. She couldn’t be as fast a ninja, but she knew how to take advantage of a moment of hesitation. 

No, she won before that, Minato decided. She’d won when she’d gotten him on the water and told him to dive. If he’d not found her suspicious, he might have dived, or he’d be distracted getting the kunai, and she would have activated the trap and maybe killed him. If he’d found her suspicious, she could choose not to activate the trap, and he would have pulled up a useless kunai and left her alone. The worst that would have happened is that he’d found out she’d made up a brother for some reason, but he’d have no reason to be personally offended over that.

But instead of any of those options, he’d found her suspicious and then hesitated like a damn fool, and she’d recognized her opening. 

He thought about her triumphant smirk, about how her curls had framed her face, how the sun had lit her eyes up a warm brown. 

Then she’d dumped her rocks in the river. 

Minato pushed down his nervousness over the water and stepped in, picking up rock after rock along the riverside. 

An hour later, he had four rocks with half-faded seals painted on them. 

This was a really creative but nasty trap, he had to say. This would have killed most ninja. 

It was... almost exciting. He hadn't lost to anyone in forever.

He got out his storage scroll to add the rocks to the things from the house. It was dangerous to seal a seal into another seal, but the chakra on the rocks was long faded. They wouldn’t be boiling anyone alive. 

He frowned at the rocks as he put them away one by one, mentally cataloging his first impressions of them. 

Even if Reina was given the trap by the mystery fuinjutsu user, why had she been so confident about how it worked? It was clear now that she was comfortable around ninja and had probably worked with them before, but… 

On a hunch, he unsealed the mug. He turned it over in his hands. Cartoon crabs marched around it in rings, and every few crabs was a heart. 

Village weirdo, Minato thought, almost affectionately. Then he flipped the mug over. 

On the bottom, drawn in a practiced hand, was a seal to keep the mug warm. 

Ah, he thought.

Reina was the mystery fuinjutsu user. 

#asynchronicity #my writing

[poppyseed1031]

Point Proven

Neteyam x Fem Reader!, Both 23-24!, Jealousy, possessiveness, Public smuttiness, smut

"Oh Tanto, thank you!" I squeaked in surprise when the male Navi reached around, holding a bundle of Yovo fruit in his hands. I turned, eyes widening in surprise when seeing how close he was standing, we were almost chest to chest. I took a step back as I took the bundle of delicious fruit and nodded my thanks again. "No worries, Y/N, would you like to sit and share one with me?" He asked, leaning towards me a bit with a smile. I shifted on my feet uncomfortably, "No than-" "No, She doesn't." A deep voice boomed behind the man, cutting me off. My ears perked at the familiar voice, and I was unable to stop the smile that spread over my face as I looked over Tantos shoulder and saw Neteyam walking towards us. "Neteyam, nice to see you." Tanto had straightened up, trying and failing to stand taller than Neteyam. "Why don't you let the beautiful lady answer me, hm? You are not the only one who has presented a courting offer to her." My ears flattened in shock at the statement, everyone in the clan knew Neteyam and I were together, and just weeks away from completely Tsaheylu, So this was just complete and utter disrespect. Neteyam growled but turned to me, motioning with his arms for me to respond with a small smirk on his face as he looked at me. I cleared my throat and stepped into Neteyam's side while fixing Taanto with my most aggressive stare. "I love NETEYAM. I am with NETEYAM. I will never consider another offer, nor have I ever thought about it, or wanted to; and everyone in the clan knows that, has known it for years. So you to stand here and disrespect my mate is disgusting and shameful." I hissed. I know in the back of my mind I sounded prissy and rude and I could have handled it more gracefully, but looking at the smug look on Neteyams face and the taken aback one on Tanto's, I couldn't find it in me to care. "But Y/N you've never even gave anyone else a chanc-" "That's where I'm gonna stop you. Leave her alone, or I'll be forced to physically deal with you. End of discussion." Neteyam interrupted him, putting his arm around my shoulder and steering me away from the whole conversation. We walked in silence for awhile, making our way through the village and then weaving through the trees of the forest. I snuck a peek at his face a few times, he was scrunching it up, like he just ate an extremely sour fruit and was wearing a scowl. Eventually we made it to a small clearing I recognized as one a few of the older, already trained warriors would use for practice. Neteyam pulled me behind a large group of trees that blocked us from view of the open space and pushed on my shoulders lightly until I sat down. "Are you mad at me?" I asked quietly as he sunk down in the grass right next to me, "Of course not! It's not your fault you're so fucking gorgeous, and sweet, and kind, and funny.." He trailed on with a big, fang filled smile. I felt my cheeks heat up and a blush spread across them at his words. I wondered why he let Tanto off so easily and wasn't upset, but I didn't want to push it so I nudged him lightly with a small giggle before leaning into a kiss. 

A few hours had passed and after spending them wrapped in each others arms we were still hidden behind the trees surrounding the clearing, and eclipse was starting to close in so I rose to my feet and held out my hand to Neteyam, "Oh yawne, we aren't leaving, the reason we came just got here." He whispered with a smirk. I quirked my eyebrow in question and he gently grabbed my chin and turned my head, pointing between the trees to a few feet away from us, where Tanto was standing and setting up a target for bow practice. "What?" I asked, still confused. Neteyam clicked his tongue and put his hands on my hips. With a light squeeze he pushed me gently against the trunk of one of the trees, pressing his body flush with mine. "I'm going to show him just who you belong to." He whispered while lightly dragging his lips down the skin of my neck. I shuddered involuntarily at the touch and tangled my hands into his hair as he moved his mouth down to the swell of my breasts, licking and nipping while pushing my covering out of the way and immediately rolling one of my nipples between his fingers, earning a gasp from me, "Be as loud as you want, paskalin. I want him to hear you." He said against my skin. I pressed my lips together and tossed my head back against the tree as his hand trailed down my body and to the heat between my legs. "Are you gonna be a good girl? Hmm? Gonna show him who you belong to?" Neteyam questioned quietly before lazily flicking his tongue over my nipple and then nipping the flesh. "Yes, Eywa yes." I whimpered, rutting my hips so his hand pressed harder against me. My slick was starting to soak my loincloth, and the heat pooling in my lower belly was becoming unbearable. "Good." He growled, dropping to his knees in front off me before hooking his fangs into the band of my loincloth and dragging is down my legs, all while looking up at me through predatory eyes. He just kneeled in front of me for a moment, taking in deep breathes and staring. I squirmed in discomfort and rubbed my thighs together, "Neteyam please." I whined. "I'm sorry baby, you just smell and look so. fucking. good." He grinned before diving in. He buried his nose in my folds and licked a long, wide stripe up before starting to lick small, presice circles with the tip of his tongue around my clit. "Oh!" I moaned out, tangled my hands in his hair and trying to push his face farther in. I resisted the urge to throw my head back, I wanted to watch as he stared up from between my legs. 

"My name. Say my name." He growled, the vibrations stimulating my clit in the perfect way. He continued licking and lapping, sucking and flicking my clit with his tongue until i was writhing and barely standing up right. He must have noticed because he grunted and gripped my hips tightly before lifting me up and positioning my legs over his shoulders so I was leaned against the tree, and my pussy was shoved right in his face as I dangled over him. He ate me liked a starved man, making me chant his name like it was the only word I've ever known and grind against his face. I wondered how Tanto hadn't heard and walked over to us yet for a minute, but then Neteyam pulled away, and the sight of him with my slick dripping from his chin and shining on his lips made all the thoughts in my head vanish. "Louder." He hissed, going back in before I could answer. I felt something prod at my entrance and then 2 of his fingers thrusted inside of me. "Oh Eywa, Neteyam!" I screamed as he pistoned into me, so roughly my body lurched against the bark of the tree, but the sting felt so good. He sucked on my clit harshly while drilling his fingers and then curling them and hitting that spongy sweet spot. My hips bucked into his mouth and my legs started to shake. My grip on his hair tightened as I arched my back, right on the edge of orgasm. "Cum baby, cum for me. I can feel you squeezing my fingers, I know your close." He said, then lightly grazed his fangs across my clit, pushing me into an eye rolling, toe curling orgasm. I came with a loud scream of his name and my body went completely rigid, legs locking around his head and toes digging into his back, his free hand dug into my waist to keep my steady as I rode out the waves of it on his fingers that were still thrusting inside me gently. When I came down from it, He pulled them out of me and wrapped both arms around my waist, allowing me to sink into the comfort of him on shaky legs. "That's my girl." He murmured, pulling me into a heated kiss. He licked my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth to let him in, tasting myself on his tongue as it moved with mine. I moaned into the kiss and trailed my hand down his chiseled abdomen to the rock hard bulge    in his loincloth. "No no." He said as he pulled away, bending down to grab my loincloth and tie it around my waist. He chuckled when he saw my pout and hooked an arm around me, leading me out of the trees. "I'll fuck you all night as soon as we get to our hut, this was to prove a point." He whispered in my ear as we walked into the openness of the clearing. I looked away from him confused and was met with the site of Tanto.

He looked pale, his ears lowered completely to his skull, tail tucked, and eyes wide as he took us in. My tail and ears twitched in embarrassment, I would have thought he'd have left as soon as he heard us. 

"Hey man, out so late?" Neteyam asked with a condescending grin and a slap to the other mans shoulder as he lead me away towards the direction of the village. 

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[paintedstories]

Y/n was tired of being stuck in the castle, Only being known as the king and queen’s daughter. She wanted to experience the world, So she snuck into the village and met hwang hyunjin, Local troublemaker and peasant. Kinda a jack and rose plot where they don’t like each other at first, but y/n keeps going into the village and they eventually fall for each other, Hyunjin sneaks into the castle during a party and they fuck each other in her room trying not to alert the guards. And also hyunjin being like a huge perv towards reader but in a charming way😭😭

pleaseeee I NEED THIS from ur beautiful mind🙏🏽💕💕

PHILOPHOBIA

♥: Thank you for the request and kind words! 💋💌

⚠: cussing ; weapons; almost caught up s3x ⚠: This is an AU meaning the SKZ band does not exist, and Hyun-Jin does not know any of the members. ⚠: Reader is a female 🚺 She/Her ⚠: Peasant Hwang Hyun-Jin x Royal reader ⚠: SMUT ⚠: Master list 📃 halter*= the design of the top of the dress(go search it up it'll help visualise better)

"Fuck it, I'm done with all this bull-shit," the Daughter of the golden king said to herself, she hated being perfect in the peasant's eye, hated being the pretty image of her mother gold and father golden, hatred was a small word for the sentiment she felt for her family, whom wanted to marry her for money. Dreadful washer life to say the least.

While looking outside the beautiful floral decorated garden an idea came up to her beautiful head, which everyone thought was all but mischief, only innocence could be seen through her eyes, which was a good advantage in the big castle when she had to lie her way out.

And this is how she is in this situation, lying to her father about going to sleep faster than usual and pleading with him to let her leave before the royal dinner, is not like it was something special, just her, her mother, and her father.

Fortunately, he agreed, as she tried to contain the excitement in her eyes she got the front of the dress in her hands and rapidly walked to her room, chuckling slightly when her dad ordered her to walk like a lady.

Closing the door to her room and getting the gown that she had with her own "incapable" regal hands made so she will look like the other peasants. Putting her hair in a messy ponytail and getting the leather shoes she made so the fit will be a total success she looked in the elegant golden framed mirror to see herself, unrecognizable she thought with a smirk. Finally, she will see the world, finally!

Climbing from her beautifully decorated window full of drawings she made of flowers and happy couples who found love by destiny not by the force of family she smiled and jumped on the branch from the big old tree from her childhood that stayed in front of her window as a welcome to escape the prison her golden family called the perfect home and finally be free, for a little while sadly.

Looking down from the tree while making the dress shorter by folding it in a spiral mode and knotting it at the front she jumped on the next tree and the final one that had the branch thick enough to go and jump from the tip on the big stone made barrier that kept her away from the world for so long.

the click of her leather shoes was heart on the rounded stones from the so called unbreakable golden fence.

Her hopes were almost taken away when she saw how far the imperial village was, but seeing a horse-drawn carriage, fortunately, by a peasant and not one of the guards, she jumped on the dirt path and walked rapidly to the peasant while fixing her dress and asked the very kind old man if he could leave her in the center of the village.

the man smiled and gestured for her to go and sit next to him, the man looked kind had blue eyes and a crispy-looking beard, he was bald and had a sun hat that was made of dried hard leaves, the traditional, and in the carriage was dried grass.

They talked and she asked where he was from, she found out he lives in the out-gate of the village but he had work in the center, that's why he accepted to let her come with him.

She found out that he had a beautiful wife and unfortunately event of her miscarriage, but they still hoped and prayed to god to give them a child. She was happy that the first person she meet was so kind, and on the 30 minutes of her listening to the poor man talking about his life, she silently prayed for all the happiness to come to him, when they arrived she hugged him and left the man shocked and smiling as she waved to him and ran to the deeps of the center, where all the people where.

Then she saw a guy with long black hair and dirty white clothes steal from a lady that was paying attention to three singers in the middle, the angry girl ran after him screaming.

"Hey you coward come back, stop stealing!" she screamed after him and when he turned on his track to look at the screaming girl he got annoyed and angry, who was she to scream after him!?! he just glared at her and showed her the middle finger while he kept running, thinking he will lose her and eat the sweet he stole from that hag, little did he know that she was trained and she had the stamina of a soldier. when he thought he lost her he turned to look behind him while jogging and saw that she was still running after him.

"What THE FUCK! WOMAN, STOP FOLLOWING ME" he screamed while he continued to run and slowly start to gasp for air, realizing that he was going nowhere he jumped onto wooden casks, but when his foot touched the cask he flew on the floor, as they were empty and very old, meaning, very fragile.

She watched as he fell on his ass grunting and rubbing his back, she then rush walked to him and punched him in the face. "what was that for?!" he screamed while rubbing the part of his face where she punched him. "for being a coward thief and not getting a job like normal humans and living in poverty because you're lazy and a coward" she repeated the word coward to him twice because of the anger she felt, she hated cowards, and hated thief's even more!

"How can you live like this!" she screamed at him. He truly didn't know the answer himself, for a second you could see the pain in his eyes as he registers the harsh words of the girl.

"fuck off, you don't know anything... stupid woman" he pushed her off of him and then handed her a hand to get up and she, unfortunately, accepted, when she got up half a meter he let her hand go and she fell with a squeak, cute, he thought before shaking bis head and smirking while gesturing to her that now she could trust him by grabbing his hand but he did not grab it, instead she swatted his hand away with anger "fucking peasant" she muttered under her breath while getting up and leaving the boy dumbfounded.

she started walking away from him, mumbling to herself while patting the hem of her dress and sleeves.

but he wasn't having none of her stubborn attitude and with his long feet slowly walked to her, with a mischievous smirk.

"you're new here, never seen such a stubborn lady around here," he said while grabbing her by the waist. Swatting his hand away and walking further ahead without responding to him. He just shrugged his shoulders and walked ahead, feeling annoyed about the girl not being like the others.

Y/n decided to ignore the boy, as she said in her mind.

"he is not worth enough to deal with, I have to see other things than talk with a thief" and she continued her adventure through the village, for another 1 hour and a quarter when she came back to the castle fortunately with the same man as when she left, she found out he goes to the village every day. "perfect," she thought, she will sneak out and go with the man.

for the past three days, Y/n kept sneaking out, of course, her family thought it was weird how all of a sudden she was happy, but glad she was they did not disturb her with unanswerable questions.

as the day's passed of the beautiful girl sneaking out of the palace in the village, sometimes (quite often) meeting with the handsome boy, whose name was Hwang Hyun-Jin, she found out after an unfortunate encounter of him bumping into her the 100th time, she could confidently say, he became more and more annoying, she hated him and knew he hated her too, always pinching her waist or taking a bit of her hair and yanking it. He was the dear devil.

it was the 35th day of her sneaking out, keeping track of her sneakings was always good, of course very well hidden under a plank of wood of her floor.

the sneaking went as it always went, no one said, saw, or discovered anything, or she thought so.

but while being in the village, walking without any thought where, she started thinking about tomorrow's party, again needing to act as the perfect spoiled princess, glad could say she was that only royals would be, but as fast as she entered her thoughts a rather someone or a one rather annoying Hwang interrupted her thoughts. "Oh hello ~ There princess" he purred in her neck as he circled her, how did he know?! she thought scared but without showing an expression.

"Come on Princess, I've known from our first encounter, knew something was different with you," he said while sneaking his arm around her shoulder making her feel trapped. "and what if I am?!" she said annoyed. "nothing, nothing, just curious what a spoiled princess would want to do around here" rolling her eyes she swatted his hand away and went back to the man who she saw was going to his horse carriage and hoped in with a huff after of course greeting the old man.

Laughing slightly the man made the horses start walking and in no time she was at the back of the palace after he left she started climbing on her spot, but little did she know that a certain someone was watching her.

and as fast as that, the next day came and everyone was on alert to get ready, themself and the party.

and as the days always pass, the party came too, after the dinner, where she should have been, she could excuse herself in her room, as always, only the face, nothing more, only a pretty face.

Walking towards her room in the annoyingly long hall while huffing she finally arrived in her room and after closing the door and lighting a candle as it was getting dark she heard shuffling from her window when she turned to look around she almost screamed but the stranger slapped his hand accidentally too hard around her mouth while turning her around with her back to his chest.

"shh princess, we don't want anyone hearing us now do we?" he said, his breath tickling her neck sending shudders down her spine. "what, do you want?"

she manages to mutter after removing his hand from her mouth. "Oh, nothing sweetheart, I just, came here to get a taste from the mysterious girl" he smirked behind her while he kept holding the scared aroused girl in his strong grip, making her feel trapped.

He took her breath away when she was thrown into her bed by the man, and started kissing her hungrily, he told himself that if she wouldn't kiss him bake he would leave her, but she started kissing him and grabbing his hair.

When the girl started moaning, he knew he could continue.

Smirking into the kiss he motioned to her that he wanted her Halter, when she nodded he removed it and started kissing her chest making her whimper, slowly sliding down to grab the corset and untie it from behind her after making her stand in a sitting position and freeing her from the dress.

Seeing her naked body made him even more hungered by the girl. Kissing her softly on the lips then going down to her chest and tummy like a starved man, making you whimper and shakily call his name. "shh, sweetheart, don't let them hear you" he smirked while moving his hand down to your undergarments making your legs close. "no need to close your legs on me, I desire to see all of you, my dove" he said then slowly entered her making her whimper. " I love you my dove, every since- ngh fuck- I saw you" Her eyes widened, and cummed instantly after hearing him confess to her, he started pounding into her harder after feeling her clench on him and hearing her heavenly moans, few more thrusts and he got out cumming on her stomach while his eyes rolled to the back of his head and whimpered then let half of his weight fall on your body.

*knock*

*knock*

*knock*

"mistress is everything alright, I heard a moan of pain."

"oh n-no Brunhilde I just stumbled my toe to the leg of the bed, haha you know how clumsy I get when I'm tired, no need to check on me, you can leave, and tell the others not to disturb me as I'm going to my much-needed slumber!* she said trying o sound normal. only if her maid knew what happened. fortunately the maid left, leaving the two alone.

"so mistress what are we?" he said with a smirk moving his face at the crock of her neck and kissing her while leaving a hickey at the back of her neck not visible when having her hair down.

"I don't know, my father would never let me marry you..." she said with sadness in her voice and eyes.

he hugged her back to his chest and kissed her naked shoulder while moving his left hand soothingly on her waist up to her underboob and down to her ass.

"lets run" he said with devotion in his voice.

OH my god hi love!!

I'm sorry for responding so late but I loved the ask so much that I had to remake it 3 times haha.

If you liked it please reblog, it helps a lot ♥

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[gglitch1dd]

Blood of my House Pt 2

Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader

Context: Eijiro’s plan to claim back his family’s throne is put on hold when you appear, as the rightful heir. You get on his nerves but you both need to work together in order to get the usurper off your throne. Lets just hope you both don’t fall into the stereotype of your house.

Game of thrones inspired- The Kirishimas are basically the Targeryens. Credit given to George R Martin and the mastermind that he is.

Warning: this story deals with topics of cousin incest and referenced incest ( I don’t condone this IRL), violence, taboo lust, blood, fire, time period specific misogyny and dragons. So be prepared. No smut… yet.

[P A R T 1] [BLOOD OF MY HOUSE MASTERLIST]

Eijiro stirred Riot down to land in a pasture not too far away from the main castle. He had decided to go on a midnight fly to clear his head and no one could blame him. The large man pat his large flying beast on the head with some praises in High Valeryian that earned him a chortle back.

The last few days had been quite the… adjustment, to put it lightly. Since your appearance into his life, Eijiro had been feeling rather… to put it easily, frustrated. He wasn’t sure what it was but he wished you could just disappear and take this feeling that he had with you. You were everywhere now. You were in his meeting chambers, in the reception hall, in the kitchen, in the village, in the dragon caves, in the dining hall. You were everywhere and Eijiro felt close to driving his head into a stone wall at that fact.

He felt like he was losing control of his men one by one as you used your seduction powers to control them. Every man he came across seemed smitten by you. Although, he couldn’t exactly blame them. You had a smile that could lull any man into false ease, a voice that could sing a deaf man to sleep and a body that could make even a blind man dream about your looks. You were something straight out of the old tales of sirens that would pull men off of boats and into their cold waiting arms in the abyss.

Eijiro slid off Riot right as a low scuttle went through the air. The sound of a dragon that wasn’t his own made him freeze as he instantly turned his head to the darkness of the shadows. Walking out of the forest into the clearing with your dragon, at his back was you. The large scaley male beast let out a low huff at the sight of his new comrade. The two dragons seemed to have their own words amongst each other, but from what Eijiro could see about Riot, she was not impressed.

You wore leathers, showing you were wanting to go on a fly yourself. Your hands were joined together behind your back as you looked up at him. “Good evening, cousin. I see you are just as broody at night as you are in the day.”

Eijiro watched you for a moment before letting out a scoff. He lifted his leg off one side as he moved to Riot’s side and slid down easily. He landed on the ground with a thud before patting her scaley side. “Do not mistake planning for brooding.” You heard him say in High Valeryian, his accent thick but still a bit off tune to what it was supposed to be if he had grown up around other Kirishimas that would have shown him how.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise as you continued to walk forward towards him. “You speak our language?” You asked.

“I am a Kirishima, am I not?” He asked with a scoff as he walked forward as well, moving to meet you in the middle.

You hummed as you moved your head side to side. “Agree to disagree.” Eijiro scowled. It was something you had been teasing him for, for weeks. On how he was only considered half Kirishima considering his lady mother was a Toyomitsu and only his father was Kirishima.

Eijiro sighed as he looked away from you. “What are you doing here, Y/N?”

You shrugged as you looked around the beautiful area, with its low grass and calm stream not too far away. Your eyes landed back on Eijiro’s intense ruby ones. You looked up at him daring to test his authority. “I wanted to take him on a fly.” You motioned back to your dragon who shook his head with a huff. “Caves are no place for a dragon. Sneaking around in the dark like rats isn’t how they were born to be.” You let out, a hint of passion about the subject evident in your voice.

 Eijiro watched you for a moment before he moved to slip off his rider gloves. He looked down at his hands. “Speaking of which, I have received reports of your knight sneaking into your bedchambers.” He tried not to slip out any hint of anger in his voice.

But anger there was.

When he was first informed of Midoriya Izuku’s visits into your chambers in the cloak of darkness, he was appalled but also furious. You come under his care, into his castle, sitting as if you owned the place and then you were sneaking around with your leading commander. Despite whether you liked it or not, Eijiro was technically Head of your House and was responsible for you (despite wanting nothing to do with you). The last thing he needed to question of you, was your relationship with your dear commander.

You tilted your head with a smirk amused. You let out a small giggle as you looked at Eijiro. “Jealous, are we?” The thought of his anger at such a fact, that you truly did not care about, made you laugh.

“There’s nothing to be jealous about.” He threw at you sharply with a scowl on his face. “I don’t need little bastards running around Summersvale, if you aren’t aware of the consequences of your actions.” He reminded you with a glare.

You hummed, nodding your head, understanding how it might look to him. You took another step forward, the both of you now standing face to face. You looked up at him without a hint of backing down or submission. “Are you aware of how it is like, growing up in Chalrogo as a slave girl?” You asked hypothetically, switching to the common tongue. Your question took Eijiro off guard, but he didn’t give it away. “I was nothing but as dispensable as a stick. The world isn’t very kind to little girls with no importance to anyone other than a swornsword and a nursemaid. Little girls aren’t meant for a vicious world where there are men with grabby hands and leaking cocks that rise at a girl that hasn’t even reached womanhood.” You spoke emotionlessly as you stared up at Eijiro. “I struggle to sleep, Eijiro. Izuku keeps my company until I do. On particularly bad days, he sneaks drops of dozing syrups so I can be somewhat strong the next day. So please, forgive me and my commander for our sins.”

You walked past him, your dragon following after you with a low growl. Riot reciprocated one as well, swatting her tail at the younger male dragon, earning a growl from Maegor but your dragon continued to follow you.

Eijiro stayed frozen where he was. He looked down with a scowl, something close to regret and anger in himself filled him. He let out a huff, seeing this as some tactic you had to get his guard down. Not to say he didn’t believe you. He believed you.

However, hating you seemed much more easier.

“You have a letter, my prince.”  Taishiro spoke out as he passed over the scroll to Eijiro.

Eijiro took the piece of paper, undoing it as his ruby eyes moved down to the paper itself. He scanned the paper as he began to read it. “About?” He asked.

“Apparently…” The large blond man let out a deep breath as he glanced over to you. You sat up, where you sat across from Eijiro. Whatever it was, it seemed to concern the both of you. “Prince B/N has been found.”

Eijiro’s head whipped up to look at his uncle, checking if he was serious and indeed he was. Eijiro sped through the letter, feeling shocked at such news coming to his ears now. Another Kirishima? It sounded too good to be true. He turned to look at you.

You sat there with furrowed eyebrows. You looked more insulted than happy to know that your only brother could be alive. Your commander, Midoriya Izuku glanced down to you but didn’t show a hint of emotion to what he was thinking. You leaned back in your seat, putting your hands together. “That’s impossible.” You answer quietly but adamantly. “My brother was nothing older than half the hour and still attached to my mother’s breast when the Todoroki’s stormed the castle. The ravens sent back to Enji stated that in my mother’s chambers were found the corpses of a babe, his mother and the midwives. How could he have survived?” You asked not believing a lick of it.

Taishiro let out a breath before motioning to the two of you. “The same way the two of you survived.”

You looked to Eijiro who looked right back at you. The man across from you let out a deep breath as he sat up in his chair. He glanced down at the parchment he held before handing it to Katsuki and motioning for it to be given to you. “According to House Monoma, they received the babe from the appointed wetnurse and have raised the boy ever since. Of course, it’s hard to believe based off the fact that Kirishimas don’t have wetnurses, but if the boy truly was sent away it would make sense.” Eijiro deducted as he looked over to you as you were handed the paper and started to read it. He looked up to his uncle. “Should the boy be the real thing?”

His uncle scratched the back of his neck before letting out a huff. “It would mean that he is the rightful heir to the throne.”

“At fifteen?” You asked.

“Indeed.” Taishiro stated. “He would be little older than a boy but old enough to take the throne of course with your council.” He motioned to the two of you. “By the sign of the sigil of house Monoma on the letter, it seems to be true. The best course of action would be to meet him face to face and discuss.”

Eijiro nodded, understanding his point. However, something was not sitting right with him. He wasn’t sure what it was, maybe it was just him not wanting to believe it, but it did seem strange that suddenly you appear and then this letter about your brother being alive appears as well. Then again, Eijiro knew he couldn’t be too judgemental. If he survived, what else could be possible. “I agree.” He supported Taishiro’s statement with a nod of his head. “The main goal of our cause is to put the Kirishima bloodline where it belongs, and the last thing we need is to fight within our house.”

You were silent for a moment but you closed your eyes and nodded your head. “Indeed. The blood of our house will not end with mere familial rivalry.” You seemed to hold any disagreement or mistrust you had in the matter as you straightened your posture. “Which means that we shall accept their invitation.”

“We shall head to House Monoma within the week.” Eijiro clarified.

Eijiro sat in the carriage with you as you inched closer and closer to the Monoma Estate. The two of you were forced to share a carriage considering you were both of the same blood and there was no reason to separate the rides and cause unnecessary baggage and separation. However, that also meant that the whole five day trip was one that was spent with high tensions and snarky remarks from the both of you. It was almost as if you were both but children and couldn’t even be civil for a few hours.

Eijiro had watched you the entire trip. You had him very confused and yet he seemed to understand more and more as he watched you. You never complained about anything (other than Eijiro’s presence). You didn’t complain about the long ride, nor having to bathe in nearby streams if need be, nor the scent of smoke, sweat and God knows what that was around whenever they had a stop. You broke stale bread with your soldiers and you sipped from mead with them like a brother.

He wondered what type of experiences you had in the past to be able to do that now. He had tried to find information from Midoriya but the green haired man always gave the same response.

“You should ask her yourself.”

Something that annoyed Eijiro to the bone, but he left it be. But now here you were, at the front gates of the Monoma estate, allowed in due to diplomatic reasons.

“An aspect of this still troubles me.” Eijiro looked over to you as you spoke, your eyes looking outside the carriage at the stone manor. You glared for a moment outside. “The Kirishimas and the Monomas were never on alliance terms, and certainly not close.” You recalled from years ago and all the history books you had read. Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why would they keep my brother and not give him over to Enji?”

Eijiro was silent before letting out a sigh. “Maybe they simply knew something we did not.” He tried reasoning, but even to him it sound like a waste of an excuse.

It didn’t matter however as you were let into the Monoma estate graciously. The two of you had separated in order to get ready for tonights banquet that was apparently being held in your honour. Eijiro wasn’t one for dressing up. He preferred doing anything but socialising and trying to please other dignitaries and nobles, however it was an important aspect of a ruler and thus he took it in stride.

“Announcing his grace, Prince Kirishima Eijiro, first of his name, Lord of Summersvaile.”

Eijiro walked into the great hall, his eyes moving around the well lit room. It was not as big as the one back home in Summersvaile but it would do. The candles were lit and made the room glow. Eijiro had been forcefully stuffed into a black suit that was much too tight for his liking and his black cloak the belonged to his father with red stitched onto the ends of his suit.

People peered at him with wide eyes and with whispers. Not many had seen a Kirishima in the flesh in close to two decades, of course he would look like a spectacle. However, Eijiro ignored them as he caught eye of Katsuki. He stepped forward, aiming to get closer to his best friend.

“Your grace.” Eijiro paused as he turned around to see a woman dressed in a light creamy yellow dress, her blond hair was pinned up with little ornaments. She was a beautiful woman, Eijiro could not deny that, especially as she walked over to him. She curtsied before him. “Lady Utsushimi Camie.” She introduced herself to him.

He smiled and nodded his head. “Prince Kirishima Eijiro.”

She took a step closer to him. “My, I’ve never seen a Kirishima before. I’ve only heard such great tales about your family…” She moved to put her hands on his arm making him still for a second. “Especially the men in your family. You are quite a large specimen.”

Eijiro felt heat bloom to his face. Growing up he had experienced touches from older ladies in the Bakugou court that found him appealing but considering he was a servant, he didn’t really have much of a place to say no. But this felt more of a boost to his pride than anything, but it didn’t stop the embarrassment etching to his face.

He chuckled as he put a hand over her own. “It is only natural for our family. Kirishimas are known for it.”

She looked up at him with wide brown eyes. “Oh I’ve heard. Is it true you have a dragon?” She asked him.

Eijiro opened his mouth to respond but suddenly felt another hold on his left arm. He looked to the left to find another woman holding onto his arm, with orange fiery hair and dressed in prismarine green. “Indeed it is true, I have a dragon. Her name is Riot.”

“Really? You must be such a strong man to be able to tame a dragon.” The redhead praised.

Eijiro couldn’t help but smirk. “Is it not already obvious?” He asked making the two of them giggle.

Sir Midoriya Izuku rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat, a chalice in his hand as he sipped from it. His green eyes moved away from Eijiro to Katsuki who was being served more wine by a servant. “It seems as though your prince is having a good time.” He pointed out, motioning to Eijiro who now was surrounded by four ladies, all of them trying to drag him to sit down with them as one offered him a chalice of wine. They all giggled at whatever he said. Izuku sighed as he leaned back in his seat.

Katsuki looked over at his best friend and smiled. He raised his cup to the prince and smirked over at Izuku in a smug way. “That is what I call a true king, Deku. See that! That is the charisma of a ruler.” He motioned to Eijiro.

Izuku raised his eyebrow unimpressed as he looked back at Eijiro. “All I see is the giggling of whores that just so happen to call themselves ladies.”

His statement made Katsuki choke on his wine with a laugh. Izuku noticed that Lord Monoma Neito had made his way to Eijiro with a smile. The two seemed to have begun conversation. Before Izuku could point it out to Katsuki, the doors opened once more.

“Announcing her grace, Princess Kirishima Y/N, first of her name, eldest daughter of King Ryosuke Kirishima, second of his name, rightful heir to the throne.” The announcer shouted in the air.

Eijiro took a sip of his wine, glancing up at the staircase where you entered. His eyes widened in surprise, his breath leaving his lungs as his eyes were glued to your figure.

You were dressed in a blood crimson red gown, the slits of your dress were high and on either side of the lacey item that left your hips for free viewing. Gold and black lined your dress making you look like untouched royalty. Your figure was flawless and so was your gaze that seemed to hold superiority over everyone else. You kept your head up high as you walked down the steps before walking down the middle of the room.

Eijiro felt you a sin. You were gorgeous, any man’s best dream and it was obvious by the way you held every man’s attention in the room. You were alluring and almost looked as though you would disappear with just a touch.

Your shoes were deafening in Eijiro’s ears as you approached him but your eyes were not on him. You extended your arm to Lord Monoma Neito. The tall man unashamedly looked over your body as if you were a common whore. His periwinkle eyes went up to your own as he bowed before you, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. “Your highness.” He greeted.

“Lord Monoma, it is a honour. Thank you for hosting me and my cousin.” Your voice was like that of the sweetest of wines.

He smirked as he put a hand to his chest. “It is a privilege for me to do so. And might I just say, you live up to your rumours. A beautiful dragoness.”

You let out a laugh. “You flatter me.”

“It is only the truth, princess.”

Eijiro watched as you conversed with Neito. Why were you entertaining this fool? He could barely keep his eyes off your bosom let alone to your face and yet here you were giggling and laughing at his words. Eijiro took a deep breath, moving out of the hold of the ladies he was standing with, ignoring their confused whispers as he walked over to you. He took to your side, taking your arm and linking it with his own. “We are both so very famished. I am sure my cousin will agree with me in the wish of dinner starting soon.”

Neito chuckled. “Of course, follow me.” He motioned to the head table, making sure that the both of you knew where to go.

You walked beside Eijiro, glancing up at him. You let out an amused chuckle at his demeanour and behaviour. He glanced down at you but his ruby eyes hardened. “And what has you in a fit of laughter?”

“You are acting as if I have never been in society before, cousin.” You pointed out truthfully as he led you to the table where you would both be having dinner.

Eijiro looked away from you, facing straight ahead. A gentle frown settled on his face. “You dress like you’re still in Chalrogo.” He said truthfully, looking away from you. “It is not how one dresses here.”

“The other lords don’t seem to mind.” You pointed out truthfully as you glanced at what must be a table of high-ranking lords in the province. You gave them a smirk and a nod of your head before focusing forward. Eijiro scoffed at your behaviour. You truly were his greatest test from the heavens because you always seemed to get him feeling so vexed. “Besides you shouldn’t care, you seemed to busy conversing with every woman in this hall.”

“They approached me, I was just answering questions.”

You nodded your head as you moved towards your seat. Eijiro pulled out your seat, allowing you to sit down. “Ah yes, letting a woman hold your muscles does help to trigger the brain into thinking of answers.” You sarcastically commented making Eijiro sigh as he rolled his eyes.

He looked over to you and lifted up his wine. “And I am sure having your tits falling out of your dress must make you feel so powerful.” He rolled his eyes.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you rolled your eyes. “Can’t even keep your eyes to yourself, cousin?”

“I can ask the same thing to you.”

The both of you spent what felt like the entire night, bickering like children, whenever you were left to your own devices. However, most of dinner, you seemed to busy laughing and entertaining lords and knights than to do anything else. Your laughter rang in Eijiro’s ears like a bell and had him taking a breath at every tone. Eijiro tried playing the diplomat as well, as he conversed with Neito whenever the shameless lord wasn’t trying to get a glance of your figure.

“I must ask, Lord Neito.” Eijiro started as he wiped his mouth with a cloth. “The reason you had summoned us?”

That caught your attention as you nodded your head. “Indeed. My brother? Where is he?” You asked. Despite how calm you sounded, your hand fisted your dress under the table. Eijiro knew you were nervous. He could see it even as you tried to make conversation, the way your eyes danced around the room as if looking for someone who would look just like you or him.

“Ah yes,” Neito nodded his head as he stood up. “About that…” He lifted up his chalice almost as if he was about to make a declaration.

Eijiro didn’t like the feeling of this. Your supposed brother had not been mentioned or heard of from all the asking he had done during the event and his lack of presence wasn’t a good sign either. He glanced at Katsuki and Izuku who both seemed rather on edge. Eijiro looked around the room before a glint of metal caught his eye.

Lord Neito smiled as he looked to the both of you, an arm behind him as he raised his glass. “For our dearest guests did not come for no reason.” He spoke loudly, getting the attention of everyone in the hall. “And so we must deliver what they have come for, for King Enji…” He motioned it to the both of you. “sends his regards.”

“Y/N!” Eijiro shouted. You were tackled to the ground as screaming ensued. The sound of swords being unsheathed and fighting had ensued. You opened your eyes from below the stone floor to find Eijiro was on top of you. Two arrows were stuck in the back of his shoulder. He looked back up with a low growl in frustration. “A trap. You were right.” He let out lowly as he moved to get off of you, but he picked you up effortlessly.  He threw you over his shoulder making you shout.

“Eijiro!”

He ignored you as he drew his sword. He easily blocked an attack from one of the Monoma knights that had been standing on guard like all the others, throughout the hall. Eijiro pushed him back and cut through him from shoulder down to hip diagonally. The sound of a body falling was all you heard as Eijiro made great strides to protecting all with one arm.

He ran towards the blond commander of his arm with you on his shoulder. “Katsuki!” The blond turned to look at Eijiro. Midoriya lifted up a silver tray to deflect an arrow. With the location of where the arrow came from, he threw a dagger at the archer, getting him right in the neck. “Fall back.”

You lifted yourself to try and look at Katsuki and Izuku. “Sir Izuku! Get everyone out of the hall!” You shouted.  Eijiro glanced at you wondering what on earth you were getting at.  

However your trusted sword trusted listened to you unblinkingly. “Yes, princess!” He shouted as he lifted his fingers to his lips and let out a low whistle.

Eijiro shook his head and headed towards the closest balcony. He made sure to duck at an incoming attack, before cutting horizontally. He was grateful for the Valeryian sword he had in hand, the ability to cut through people so easily was one he never thought he would be grateful for until now. He kicked the door open. He pushed his sword back to stay at his side as he wrapped both arms around your legs to keep you safe.

“Eijiro?” You asked confused. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“Hold on.” Was all he gave you as he ran at full speed towards the railing of the balcony. You bit back any cries or screams as he jumped with on foot on the railing and pushed off into the night sky. Before you could even feel the weightlessness of being airborne, a loud screech filled the air as Riot flew underneath the both of you catching you on her back.

Eijiro put you off his shoulder as he sat on her saddle. He maneuvered you to sit in front of him. You slid to sit with his chest against your back as he grabbed onto the chains that were linked to her saddle. Eijiro let out a grunt as he pulled back on her chain, making her lift her nose up into the air and fly higher. “Riot!” He shouted up at her. “Circle around.” He gave her the instruction in the old tongue. A low grumble left the red crimson dragon but she turned to circle the estate.

You heard another loud roar as you saw your dragon. He seemed to be in a very bad mood, as he landed on top of one of the guard towers,  roaring up a storm. A few archers tried firing at him but the small arrows couldn’t even pierce his scale. He let out an angered roar as he seemed to try and knock down the tower.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at your grumpy dragon, but his beautiful black scales was something you missed. “Maegor!” You shouted from atop of Riot. The dragon looked up at you from the rampage he was causing. He lifted his wings and started to flap, moving higher up to try and reach you.

You moved to slip out of Eijiro’s hold. Eijiro watched with wide ruby eyes as you slipped and slid off of Riot, only to land on your dragon, Maegor who cruised underneath Riot before flying higher up in the sky. You scanned with your eyes down below before you saw a familiar green haired man. He was waving up at you and that was all the signal you needed. You saw some of your men hold the doors inside of the estate close, them moving to block the exits.

You frowned. Eijiro watched you from atop Riot. His eyebrows furrowed wondering what you were planning on doing. He didn’t need to ask you to know how you were thinking. You were both nearly assassinated tonight. The Monomas lied about your brother being alive, and all this was a ploy. You tightened your hold on the reigns. “Burn.”

Eijiro watched as your dragon, Maegor took a deep breath, fire bubbling underneath his neck from the pit of his stomach as he leaned his neck back before hot smoldering flames hit the balcony you had come from and entered the hall. Eijiro’s eyes widened in surprise see you order your dragon to burn people alive.

However, he couldn’t deny that it was the most attractive thing you could do right about now. Eijiro smirked as he flicked the chains of the saddle for Riot and down and low near the outside courtyard of the estate. Riot took a deep breath and lit everything a flame.

And for the first time in nearly two decades, the world knew the fire and blood known for your house.

-Glitch1d

#mha x y/n #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro #dragon kirishima x reader #mha fantasy au #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijiro x reader #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x you

[toji-bunny-girl]

Ok but I fucking love the idea of God of War! Bakugou falling in love with Goddess of Life! Reader but not being able to express his feelings bc of his role.

The man in charge of so much death and despair for his own amusement stumbling upon the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen silently crying in their haven as she re-sows burnt crops, sends rain to cease the flames that burned villages, and redirects lost children back to their family. She weeps because she knows that as part of her life, she must always be shadowed by Bakugou since Bakugou is a reflection of mankind. As long as there is man, there is war. As long as there is war, there is Bakugou.

He feels kinda shitty about it because he’s never had to look at the aftermath of his doings; victorious feasts of rich meats and wines always came after leading corrupt leaders into battle. Seeing something so divine weep over something so fragile makes his stony heart twinge a little. He knows he can never approach you fully to court you because of your destinies. It kills him inside, so he might reconsider starting that war over a stolen pig.

HELPPPPP WHAT IN THE FORBIDDEN LOVE/UNREQUITED LOVE/ANGST/GREEK GOD AU/COLD-TURNED-SOFT/BAD BOY X GOOD GIRL IS THIS 😭😭😭

You’re the hope women and children pray to in times of war, watching over their trembling figures as they clutched their shaking hands together and wept your name.

Nurturer of Battlefields, hear me!

Mother of Light, hear me!

Lady of Spirits, hear me!

Let your children live through the destruction of men!

Oh Goddess of Life, hear me!

Now save your children!

Nights they’ve spent, whimpering chants to you while their fathers and brothers and husbands and sons fought under the other watch of another god. It was either one side of women and children captured and raped when all their soldiers fall, or the other side safe with abundance of stolen goods.

What could you do but to let the god of war decides for himself—and you’re left to weep as fallen men rot to death on their own land; unable to enter the gates of the underworld as they wander Earth as silent souls.

Victory was taken while loss hammered the damned to death, a side of women and children were safe while the other is left to be enslaved to the people who killed their lands.

While on the other hand—bloody red eyes and golden blonde hair, the god of war celebrates the wins he’d side with. People would offer sacrifices of slain bulls and goats and goods for the aid of his on their side; humankind would do anything to not be killed.

Songs and chants were written to him every night as they offer their offerings, singing about how the strength of Bakugou is worth 5 thousand of the strongest warriors.

He had enjoyed victories for centuries while your tears turn into rain that put out the fire of burning cities. He cheered through blood that splattered all over his golden armour while your tears washed dried red off of the grass of battlefields.

Slowly as time went by, prayers to you by the women in hiding ceased. After all, centuries of prayers did nothing for their land. It was all in the hands of Bakugou—the god of war.

Lord of Destruction, hear me!

Lord of Fallen Cities, hear me!

God of War, hear me!

Now pity the lives of us and bring us victory!

Lord of Slaughter, hear me!

Slay the damned enemies!

They’d pray and pray, with clutched hands and hopeful eyes. And you’re forgotten as the nurturer of battlefields.

At last, when the men were planing to burn all their fiend’s offsprings and wives alive—you discarded the dignity of a goddess and knelt in front of Bakugou. Rain poured as you pled for the lives of the innocent.

The war god had seen mortal being bowing beneath him, kiss his feet as they cried for their lives. But it was a first for a goddess to kiss his hand as she begged for mere mortal lives. You were almost powerless beneath his strength.

Humans could live but war was bound to happen. And he was bound to shine as marble statues in temples.

That was the tragedy. War can only end if life simply never existed; and you were the true mother of war.

It was only because you were a fellow god, he thought, impossible to kill that he no longer is appeased with the killing of women and children—and the Lord of Destruction would send thunders that struck huts and horses if he was angered.

Soon, Bakugou finds himself spending his days when he’s not battling in the quiet temple of yours. He would disguise himself as a bird, resting on a tree that runs with your holiness. Your tenderness and warmth for humanity were rare amongst the Gods and Goddesses, and he finds the epitome of beauty in that.

But what could he do with his heart? He birthed war and you begged against it. He thirsts for blood and you use your tears to wash it away. Mortals pray to him for the befall of their own kind and they pray to you for the lives of their children.

The both of you were never supposed to be destined. So all he could do, with his heart that beats feelings for the Lady of Spirits, was simply watch afar at your marble statue in your temple and listen to your weeps as yet another city burns.

#damnnnn #alright this ain’t bad i think #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou angst #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha angst #mha angst #bnha bakugou #mha imagines #bnha imagines #katsuki angst #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou drabble #anime #manga

[rose-pearls]

Watching you go - Part 2

Summary: Peeta and Katniss come back but that doesn't mean everything is fine. A particular twist makes everything go to hell.

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District 12 had been celebrating ever since the news of Peeta and Katniss’s win was announced, there were only two people not celebrating and these were Gale and you. 

The man had stormed out of the mayor’s house furious until he saw you and quickly brought you with him to the meadows to calm down and talk about the phone call you both received.

“This is bullshit.”, he whispers angrily for the tenth time as he rips off some grass while you look in the distance.

“Are you okay?”, you turn your head to see Gale looking at you with worried eyes and you smile sadly.

“I’ve been better, never thought I would have to pretend to be my boyfriend’s cousin while he acts out the biggest love story ever with his childhood crush.”, you say sarcastically before sighing and closing your eyes.

“I’m sorry, it’s just driving me insane.”, you whisper after a few seconds, and you hear Gale sigh.

“One day we’ll get out of here and won’t have to answer to all of these stupidities.”, you look at him slightly surprised, it’s not that no one ever thought these words, but no one dared to utter them in fear of getting killed.

“Be careful when you say that, although I certainly hope you are right.”, you say and Gale scoffs before ripping some grass again. The two of you stay in silence before you hear some cheering in the distance and the both of you know that it is time to go to the train station.

“Let’s get this show on the road.”, Gale says with angry eyes, and you groan before getting up and walking back towards the district, feeling like you are getting sentenced to death with every step you take.

The train station is filled to the brim, but you manage to weave your way through the crowd to join Peeta’s family as their ‘cousin’. Gale takes his place next to Prim and her mother and gives you a quick nod of good luck. You try to ignore the pity looks you receive from Peeta’s brother and try to focus on the arriving train.

The whole crowd is cheering as the two victors appear and you can’t stop your heart from beating faster at the sight of Peeta alive and well. His smile is just as bright as before and he doesn’t seem all that different from the Peeta you know and love until your eyes turn to their clasped hands. 

The show goes on without a hitch until Peeta comes closer to you and hugs you tightly, you don’t want to let go of him, but you know you have to.

“We’ll talk later.”, he whispers before letting go of you and going to meet Katniss’s family, leaving you there feeling utterly confused.

Effie Trinket takes the victors to their village, and you can’t help but look at the train while everyone leaves the train station to get ready for the celebration tonight.

“That was quite a shit show.”, you can’t help but snort at Gale’s words and shake your head.

“Can’t believe we have to put up with this charade for the rest of our lives.”, you whisper so that only he can hear you and Gale lets out a sigh.

“Apparently Abernathy wants all of us to get together at Katniss’s house.”, you sigh before starting to walk towards the village with Gale walking next to you. The camera crew seems to be leaving as you arrive, and a chipper Effie Trinket welcomes the two of you.

“There you are! Come on in!”, Gale looks like he is going to kill her, so you step in for a moment.

“So nice to meet you.”, you say with a small smile, knowing that the woman hadn’t really done anything to deserve your anger. She looks at you with a pleased smile before glaring at Haymitch.

“See, that is a polite young lady.”, you hear Gale try to stifle a laugh, but he hides it behind a cough.

“Yes, she most certainly is now let’s get down to business.”, he says, and you roll your eyes at the mentor. At his words Peeta and Katniss arrive from upstairs and for a moment you don’t know what to do.

“Well, this isn’t awkward at all.”, the old mentor mutters under his breath and you see Katniss glaring at the man. Peeta smiles softly at you, and you try to smile back but it most likely looks forced making him look concerned.

“So, why do we have the pleasure to be here?”, Gale says sarcastically and Haymitch sighs before putting his hand on the table.

“We need a plan for this to work, we told you the big lines but now we need to make sure everyone understands their roles.”, he says while looking at all of us with a serious look in his eyes.

“What, is playing cousins not enough for you?”, you hear Gale say and Haymitch looks ready to retort.

“Gale, let him speak.”, you say curtly and Haymitch looks at Gale with a smirk.

“Listen to her.”, before any of us can utter a word Effie squeals and we all turn to look at her.

“You know this may sound weird but you two remind me of Peeta and Katniss only reversed. One is grumpy while the other is a pure sunshine.”, she says excitedly before everyone starts complaining.

“I am not grumpy.”,

“I am not a sunshine.”, your four voices erupt, and you are ready to tell Effie that much before Haymitch’s voice interrupts you.

“Effie you are a genius!”, the escort looks surprised at Haymitch’s words but just smiles widely while the four of you look at him surprised.

“You two are now a couple.”, he says with a smirk, and you look at him like he has gone mad.

“Have you finally gone mad old man?”, Gale says harshly but this time you can only nod at his words.

“To avoid suspicions, you two are going to be seen as a couple, Peeta and Katniss’s cousins have found each other while Peeta and Katniss were away to be there for each other and fell in love.”, he finishes with a smirk, and you can’t help but feel sick at his words.

“Like hell we are. No offense to Gale but he and I are never going to be together I have a boyfriend or did you forget that in you little scheme.”, Haymitch sighs before looking at his victors and looking back towards you.

“Look, Snow is not happy, and he wants these two to get their act together and that cannot happen if you two are too close to them while being reportedly single. They will see right through it and then we are all dead.”, Haymitch says harshly, and you can’t help but take a step back at his words. Gale is muttering some insults under his breath, but you just try to wrap your head around everything.

“Peeta.”, you whisper softly while looking at your boyfriend, but he just looks down towards his feet’s before looking up with sad eyes.

“It’s what we have to do to keep you safe and our families.”, Gale scoffs at his words but you just feel betrayed looking at him in shock.

“He is right.”, Katniss says, and this time silence takes over, Gale looks betrayed, and you get the feeling, your stomach is turning, and you feel like you are going to be sick with all of the situation happening. 

“So, you two got together while they were away and now you are happily together, is that clear?”, Haymitch asks and you can only nod, not being able to utter words.

“Perfect.”, you suppose that Gale also nodded as the mentor clasps his hands together.

“Now, I’ll leave the four of you to reunite and tomorrow you two are getting ready for your tour.”, he says before leaving, Effie following him with a smile.

The room is filled with tension, and you don’t know what to say or do as you look at the kitchen in the large house.

“Can we talk?”, you hear Peeta whisper, and you feel his hand on your arm before you flinch away. His blue eyes are filled with surprise at you action before looking hurt.

“What do you want to talk about? The fact that you told the entire nation that you love Katniss, that you two are together now or that Gale and I have to fake a relationship?”, you practically yell in the kitchen and Peeta has the decency to look ashamed.

“I’m sorry alright, it wasn’t supposed to go this far.”, he says, and you shake your head while looking at him.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore.”, you whisper with tears in your eyes and Peeta looks at you with hurt eyes, but you don’t even let him answer before leaving the house.

You are barely a few steps further before Peeta runs after you and stops in front of you.

“Just listen to me alright?”, he whispers pleadingly, and you try to contain your anger and your tears but it’s getting more and more difficult.

He takes you behind the house to be out of the open space were everyone can see you and brings you close.

“I’m sorry, I truly am but I cannot put you into danger I’m just trying to protect you. I don’t love Katniss, not the way that I love you and if I could I wouldn’t be doing this. You have to know that.”, he says softly, and you let him bring you closer, putting his forehead against yours.

“I’m so scared.”, you whisper softly and Peeta nods understandingly.

“I’m right here alright, and I’m going to do everything to protect you.”, you sigh softly before opening your eyes and looking into his familiar blue eyes.

“I love you.”, he whispers again, and you smile softly at his words.

“I love you too, I’m so glad you are alright.”, you whisper back and Peeta smiles lovingly before bringing you into a kiss. The kiss is familiar, like coming home and you bring him closer to you, finally being able to have him close to you.

You knew deep down it was going to be hell, having to see Peeta with Katniss during their tour and after that but for the moment you just hold him close hoping for the best.

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Gale and you had been playing your roles to somewhat perfection, even when the idiot had to go and get himself into danger after pushing a peacekeeper to the ground. You had felt scared as you had seen him getting dragged to the middle of district 12 for punishment but luckily Katniss stepped in and stopped it.

Peeta and her had left for their tour a month ago and you tried to be optimistic, you were, but seeing the two of them acting like a couple was getting the best of you. They had seemed scared when they came back last night, closed off like something happened back there but you couldn’t get Peeta to tell you what happened.

“So, did he tell you what happened?”, you hear Gale ask and you turn around in time to see him arrive coming back from the mine.

“No, just told me that it went fine and that I shouldn’t worry.”, you can’t help but scoff at the words and Gale smiles understandingly.

“Got the same answer from Katniss.”, he says before sitting down next to you to see the children leaving school early to get ready for the announcement of tonight.

“I’m scared of what it’s going to be.”, you whisper under your breath and Gale sighs softly next to you.

“Me too, we don’t know what sick thing they are going to come up with.”, the two of us stay in silence, watching the excited children leaving school with their friends.

“Common we should head home.”, Gales says, and you follow him towards your parents’ house.

“I’ll see you later.”, you say before opening the door, but Gale stops you.

“It’s going to be alright.”, you look at him for a moment before nodding and smiling gratefully towards the man in front of you.

“May the odds be ever in your favor.”, you say teasingly and Gale chuckles before leaving towards his own house.

The familiar song of the tv starts as you step into the living room, and you can see President Snow arriving with the famous card. 

“For the 75th Hunger Games we wanted to remind everyone that even the people that seem to have won everything can also lose the things and people they love.”, Snow opens the envelope, and you feel your heart beating hard into your chest, feeling scared.

“This year to celebrate the third Quarter Quel the tributes will be picked from the victors’ families.”, the rest of the explanation’s get lost as your head starts spinning and your ears ringing. You can hear your mother letting out a loud scream at the words, but you just get out of your seat to get outside. Everything is blurry and you don’t know where you are until you feel a pair of hands on you.

“Hey, hey!”, you look up to see Gale looking at you with frantic eyes, he looks even paler than before.

“It’s okay, calm down.”, you nod and try to calm your breathing until you come to a relative normal breathing and tears start to form in your eyes.

“We are getting picked Gale, we are their ‘cousins’ so we are their families.”, Gale has his eyes closed and you can’t stop the sob from leaving your lips.

“I know, these assholes really planned it didn’t they.”, he says angrily, and you nod quickly trying to brush your tears away. 

At one-point Peeta and Katniss arrive looking scared and the four of you stay there, Peeta holding you while whispering how sorry he is, but you can only think of what is coming.

And when they call your name a month later, you knew you were right to be scared but when they call Gale’s name you feel even more scared at the thought of having to enter the games together.

#hunger games fanfiction #the hunger games #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark #peeta x reader #thg

[sw33tsuccubus]

Sun Kissed

apollo x reader

summary: Y/n is a gardener. They find out Apollo has been giving them extra help with their plants.

genre: fluff

word count: 775

You worked hard, wanting your plants to thrive. You grew multiple things; strawberries, tomatoes, lettuce, green onions, potatoes, carrots, peppers, apples, pumpkins. Even if you didn’t like some of the foods you grew, you could sell them to the local village market for money.

Today, you were rounding around to see what was growing. You brought a basket just in case.

As you inspected the tomato trellis, the sun shone on you. To you, the sun had a pattern. It would shine on you while checking the tomatoes and while you checked the strawberries. Then it would make the peppers and pumpkins shine. It hid for the rest of the plants, though made pretty shadows of your cottage.

You picked a few cherry tomatoes before heading towards the strawberries. The strawberries were usually fast bloomers, and they were this time. You plucked multiple strawberries, shifting the plant leaves only to find even more. You got on your knees and got to work, picking strawberry after strawberry.

Since you had many strawberry plants, the basket was half full by the time you finished plucking. You wiped sweat from your forehead. The sun was really shining on you. You hoped you didn’t get a sunburn, grabbing your basket and heading to where you planted the apple trees.

Not all the apples were formed, although you still managed to pick a few. After making your rounds, you walked into your cottage with a full basket. The pumpkins, carrots, and potatoes hadn’t grown yet but that was okay. They could take as long as they needed.

~~~

You entered the village later that day, having sorted each crop into its own basket. You entered your usual market, greeting the lady behind the counter. You placed the baskets on the counter and she whistled.

“Another good season?”

“Seems like it will be!”

“Do you have a secret, or do the gods like you?”

You counted through the apples with her, and you hummed in curiosity.

“I don’t know. Demeter wouldn’t like me, I don’t think. I sell the crops instead of giving them for free.”

You joke, and the shopkeeper laughs quietly.

“What about Apollo? Sun god?”

You thought about it. The sun patterns you had noticed from your three years of gardening. The birds that would sing to your plants while you were sick. Maybe Apollo did notice you.

“I’ve noticed some sun patterns. So what?”

She snickered, putting the apple basket to the side and grabbing the tomato one.

“I’ve got a thought for you. Heard some girls talking the other day while they exchanged fruits behind my shop.”

You cocked an eyebrow in curiosity.

“If the sun shines on your face, it’s Apollo giving you kisses.”

You smiled faintly, counting up the tomatoes.

“That would be silly. The sun shines on my face plenty, but it does the rest of my body.”

“Does it start with your face, as a greeting?”

You thought for a moment. The answer was yes.

“No. I’m not special.”

She shrugged, pushing the tomato basket to the side and grabbing the strawberry one.

“Oh well. It’s a cool thought. That means sun burns must be hickeys though, hm?”

You could feel yourself blush as you nod. You had just recovered from sunburned cheeks and shoulders. How interesting.

“Guess so. Apollo must be needy, hm?”

She laughed.

“Guess so.”

The two of you continued talking through the counting and paying, though you didn’t pay much attention to it. Soon, you were leaving the village with your baskets and a pouch full of money. 

You traveled through the woods to your cottage, putting all of the baskets away in their respected spots. You tucked your money pouch in its spot under the sink. 

Taking your leftover strawberries, you sat outside in the grass. You ran your barefoot feet through the ground, humming contently. 

You ate the strawberries, observing the animals that roamed the woods. After a few minutes, the sun shone on your face. You smiled, continuing to nibble at a strawberry.

When all of the strawberries were gone you nervously looked to the sky. It was clear blue, only a few clouds littered the domain. The sun was up there, but you knew not to look directly at it.

“Apollo?”

You whispered to the sky. You were answered by a bird chirping and flying past you.

~~~

You weren’t quite sure what to think after that day. The sun shone in your face on a regular basis nowadays, and your plants seemed to grow abundantly. 

Some days you would get sunburned on the shoulder, even if you were wearing a tee shirt. It was all confusing you. If it was Apollo, why wouldn’t he come greet you? It was as if he answered your thoughts one day.

“Y/n?”

You dropped a red pepper into your basket, looking up. You opened your mouth to speak, but froze. He was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen.

Tanned skin, golden blonde hair reaching his shoulders, sky blue eyes. His body was toned, and on display. He wore an outfit you would see on a guy in the eighties; cropped shirt, red, with a yellow dragon on it. Jean shorts that showed off his thighs, and sandals.

“Apollo?”

He smiled at you, and you felt the breath get knocked out of you.

“Hello. Sorry for intruding. I wanted to greet you.”

You stood, making sure not to knock over the basket filled with peppers. You walked to the god and placed a hand on his cheek to make sure he was real. He was.

“Well, hi.”

He smiled humorously.

“I love the gardening you do. If you couldn’t notice, I help a lot.”

You nodded.

“It’s apparent. Thank you, Apollo.”

He nods, looking around at the garden.

“It’s cute. Do you have lemonade?”

You led him inside and poured him a glass of lemonade with ice cubes. He thanked you and sipped from it, watching you intently as you made yourself a glass.

“You’re pretty cute, Y/n. It’s why I chose you.”

You sipped from your lemonade before you glanced to him.

“What do you mean, chose me?”

“Well, I would love to be your lover.”

You froze, almost choking on your drink.

“I understand we should get to know each other, but you’re a great candidate. I think my sister would approve of you.”

You thought about Apollo’s sister, Artemis. Goddess of the hunt and the moon.

“Doesn’t she have something against love?”

He laughs softly.

“Yes. Mainly against men trying to help women all the time.”

You nod.

“She wouldn’t approve of what you did for me then.”

“Well, it did help, didn’t it? Technically I help all gardeners. You just got a little extra.”

You sipped your lemonade, and he grinned at you.

“You’re pretty. I like your eyes, they compliment you.”

You smiled, putting down your glass.

“Your cheeks are cute when you smile.”

“Don’t try to flatter me, I’m not sleeping with you.”

“That’s not what I was going for!”

He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms in a pouty way. You couldn’t help but chuckle; you made a god pout.

“You might want to go back to helping gardeners then, huh? Staying behind the sun to help it shine brighter.”

“Oh, no, Y/n. I can be in multiple places at once.”

You tilt your head.

“All the gods can. So, are you up to making dinner together?”

#apollo x reader #apollo #gn reader #fanfic

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Surprise! This is a random inspiration bomb! Write whatever the picture makes you think of!

WOW! This caught me off gurad but in the best way. Anyway, I hope you like it.

Enjoy!

"The sun is setting."

Y/n thought to herself. Looking at the setting sun, the trees swinging along with the elegant, maintaining nature's scent yet light and fresh.

"Y/n!" Kastrode over the grass field towards Y/n minor hut, settling at the edge of the village, near enough to the village and yet father away for the privacy she desired.

"Kagome!" Y/n waved back enthusiastically, cheerfully accepting the much-needed company. The ladies hug and Y/n brings them tea. Sitting on the terrace, Kagome sees the evident shift in Y/n's body, a chill going through her body, and uneasy rest.

"Have you heard of Sesshomaru?" Kagome asks, seeing a slight frown befall Y/n's lips.

"A few letters here and there but nothing more than that." Y/n utters, a fake smile mixed into her expression, "I do miss him. I wish he were here." Y/n speaks her words carried into the wind. Hopefully, another being will hear them.

Kagome offered a solacing hug as they both looked at the stars hearing a soft rustle in the distance. Y/n hops off the table, her smile arising on her face, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. The grass and branches rustle more and more the dark night slowly uncovering white ears and long white hair, the moonlight bouncing off the sword nestled in their hand,

giving her much-needed excitement, her hands sweating, and her heart beating quicker.

Kagome walks to her, looking over the approaching man a few more steps uncovering them completely.

"Inuyasha." Y/n said flat-toned, her excitement fizzing out in an instant.

Kagome's gaze deadpans at the red hakama-wearing wolf-boy, giving him a disappointed head shake. Inuyasha looks at the two women catching the two sour expressions upon his arrival.

"What a great welcome, ladies." Inuyasha retorts into the dead wind.

"You weren't the one we were waiting for," Kagome spoke, stepping forward Inuyasha grabbing his necklace pulling him hardly down.

"You were supposed to wait for me, Kagome."

Kagome's eyes inching closer together, her mouth opening a grin decorating it "Don't make me say it..."

Inuyasha's eyes open in shock and anticipation. "Don't. You. Dare."

"Sit!" The necklace glows a bright light pulling Inuyasha harshly down into the ground, forcing him in place.

Y/n giggles at the cute interaction feeling the night wind rustle pulling her attention away and towards the low moon placed just above the line of the ground, depicting a night-style sunrise. Walking towards the picturesque view in front of her the wind rustles together with the grass rusting, indicating that something is inching closer. The moonlight started to cast a over her feet a shadow, growing more and more each second. She looks up and sees him, Sesshomaru. Her feet, as if a mind of their own, start to run towards him, his arms opening for a hug, his deep chuckle echoing in her ears. Hugging him with all her might, Y/n looks up at him thinking

He must have heard me.

"I have missed you, petal."

#sesshomaru #inuyasha #inuyasha x kagome #inuyasha x reader #anime imagines #sesshomaru x reader #sesshomaru imagine #anime drabble #imagines #kagome