#I can't imagine life without my twin sister

[ellebakers]

☆ My love (+18)

Aemond Targaryen x reader (twin sister)

Summary : Being Aemond's twin sister is a good thing, he is gentle with you, always kind and affectionate because you are his twin but also his wife, but with the others, he is cruel and you have more than enough of it.

Warnings : Smut, slight angst, language, incest.

You would be his wife, that's what your mother Queen Alicent decided when she gave birth to you, three minutes after Aemond. And until today everything was perfect between you, obviously as a child there was only platonic love and joy, over the years this love was transformed into desire especially for Aemond who knew that you were going to be his but who had to watch you become a woman without being able to touch you, suffice to say that your wedding night was not very relaxing..

“To these three strong boys.”

You let out a sigh as you heard your husband's cruel words directed towards your nephews.

In a split second things escalated, Jace hit your husband and Aegon slammed Lucerys onto the table, everyone stood up, screaming and panicking.

Aemond wore a smirk as he turned to you, hoping to see you laugh at the situation, but it was a tired and cold look that you gave him, shaking your head.

You got up from the table and informed your mother "It's time for me to retire mother, have a good night."

Hearing your nonchalant tone of voice, Alicent offered you a sad smile "Of course my dear."

Aemond watched you leave the room, a little disappointed that you didn't appreciate his provocation.

You sighed and walked towards the nursery where one of the maids was sitting, watching your daughter, you smiled tenderly and whispered to the maid "You can go and rest, I'll keep Aenora in our marital bedroom."

The servant bowed "Of course princess, I inform you that Aenora does not want to drink my milk, it is possible that she will ask for it later."

You smiled and nodded, taking the little girl, only three months old, into your arms.

The small Valeryan looked at you, cooing as you stroked her cheek while taking her to your room.

When you arrived, Aemond was sitting on your bed, waiting for you, he raised his head when you entered. “I told myself that my wife had fled the castle.” He tried to joke.

You didn't bother to answer, settling into your reading chair you kept Aenora close to you, rocking her lightly.

“Did I do something to make you angry ?” Aemond asked with a hint of sadness in his voice.

You sighed. “Why do you have to be so cruel to everyone other than me ?”

He sat down next to you "You are my wife, the love of my life, I only need to be nice to you and our daughter."

You shook your head slightly and handed him Aenora. “Take her, I have to change.”

Aemond grabbed the baby and wrapped his arms around her, smiling tenderly at her as you stood up to take off your dress.

"You know what I'm talking about, why did you need to tell our nephews that ?"

Aemond scoffed "Because it's the truth, they're bastards."

You gave him a cold look. “Don’t use that kind of language in front of our daughter.”

He chuckled "She's four months old honey, she can't understand."

Once changed into your nightgown which left nothing to the imagination, you sat down again next to Aemond. “Even if that is true, why do you constantly need to remind this poor childrens of that ?"

Aemond scoffed, his jaw clenched. "Children? They're men, didn't you see the way Jacaerys was looking at your breasts ?"

You frowned a little, not paying attention to the way your nephew was looking at you. “What are you talking about ?”

"My love, you should stop thinking that everyone has good intentions. Jacaerys almost had a hard-on looking at your dress hugging your chest."

You slapped his shoulder, laughing lightly, “Stop.”

Aemond smiled "It's my role as a husband to protect you and if I can humiliate these.." He was about to say an insult but seeing your look he did nothing "Boys.. by the same opportunity, so I do it."

You rolled your eyes and smiled "You're stubborn, are you aware of that ?"

He smiled and kissed your lips “That’s why you love me.”

Aenora started to get agitated and cry, Aemond handed her over to you, understanding that the little girl was probably hungry.

You lowered the strap of your nightgown, letting your left breast come out, and the little girl hastened to put it in her mouth to extract the milk.

After a moment you saw Aemond moving out of the corner of your eye, pulling on his pants that were becoming too tight.

“Don’t tell me that seeing me breastfeed turns you on?”

Aemond couldn't help but moan "Can you blame me ? It's been a week since I've been able to touch you... do you have any idea of ​​the torture you're inflicting on me ?"

You couldn't help but laugh, "You're insatiable." Aemond came closer and nibbled on your neck making you moan slightly, thanks to the gods Aenora had finished drinking and was starting to fall asleep.

You gently placed him in his little bed, and as you turned to face Aemond, he threw himself at you, kissing you furiously.

You stepped back and fell on the bed, your twin took the opportunity to lift your nightgown, he pulled on your thighs, bringing you a little closer to him.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking up at him lustfully, he maintaining eye contact with you as he knelt down and attached his mouth to your pussy.

You gasped and threw your head back, your hand came to his hair instinctively, pushing his head a little closer to your pussy to feel even more pleasure.

“Lords.” You moaned and moved your hips as he continued to devour you, his tongue working magic as you arched up moaning harder each time, and when you felt the orgasm approaching you grabbed a pillow and put it on your move to cover your cry of pleasure so as not to wake Aenora.

Once recovered from your orgasm, you looked up at Aemond and saw him take off his pants, leaving him with his tunic, he grabbed his hard cock let his hand slide over it to harden it a little more, once ready he grabbed a pillow and put it under your pelvis, then, with these firm hands he grabbed your thighs and spread them a little further.

You closed your eyes and gasped as his length entered you slowly and deliciously.

“Still so tight.” He whispered to you, letting out a moan in your ear. “So hot, wet and good… you’re perfect.”

The act was so sensual and romantic, different from what he used to do before your daughter was born.

“Aemond.” You cried with pleasure.

He grabbed your thighs, wrapping them around his hips, he continued his slow and terribly delicious movements, you felt every inch of his length as he moved in and out.

"My love." He moaned, with his fingertips he pulled down the top of your nightgown, exposing your breasts to him, he grabbed the left breast, licking and sucking your nipple, extracting some of your milk while he massaged the other.

Having enough of his slow movements you swapped positions.

He let out a groan of pleasure, you placed your hand over his mouth "Shh, you're going to wake up Aenora." He smiled against your hand and gave you a thrust making you moan.

You started moving on his cock quickly making you moan mutually

"That's my little dragon." He groaned, running a hand over your face, letting his thumb brush over your lips, you grabbed it and sucked on it while looking at Aemond.

He growled and slid his hand between your legs, playing with your clit, and in no time he had a hand over your mouth as you came, letting out cries of pleasure.

It was up to you to shut him up with your lips on his mouth as he finished inside you after you clenched your pussy around his length.

You pulled yourself off of him and dropped to his side with one last moan, both of your bodies sweating, out of breath.

He turned and kissed your lips while caressing your breasts “I love you.”

"I love you too." You sighed, trying to catch your breath.

After a while you fell into a deep sleep, but before you fell asleep you heard Aemond's words as he stroked your hair.

My love...

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[adrunkskeletonsduck]

hey bestie bae <3 how are you doing? I was wondering you if you could write an neteyam x twin!sister!reader where they are best of friends and did everything together and is heartbroken when he is injured, maybe she saves him or maybe she doesn’t. That would be great! <3 please keep up the great writing and have a great day! <3333

I found this a bit funny bc I actually have a twin brother and we’re pretty close. Not attached to the hip typa close but still close.

Oɴᴇ Lɪғᴇ Eɴᴅs, Aɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Bᴇɢɪɴs

➜ Pairing: Neteyam & twin!sister!reader

➜ Summary: Two peas in a pod. You couldn’t imagine your life without your twin brother in it, he meant the world to you and there was nothing you wouldn’t do to keep him safe. Including give your life for his.

➜ Warnings: Death, mentions of blood, heavy angst

➜ Word Count: 2.0k

➜ Notes: I almost cried writing this, so respectfully I hope it rips your hearts out &lt;;3

Aᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

All your earliest memories included Neteyam, there were very few that he wasn’t in, even the more recent ones. The two of you had pretty much been glued to the hip since birth. Two peas in a pod. You couldn’t fathom a life without him, and he couldn’t fathom a life without you.

One of the earliest memories you had was your fourth birthday. You and Neteyam were sitting together, grinning stupidly as your family (which only consisted of you, Neteyam, your parents, mo’at a baby Kiri and Lo’ak)  sung ‘happy birthday’ around you. Then when they’d finished, Mo’at scooped the two of you up, easily balancing the two of you in her arms and smothering you both in kisses. The ticklish sensation throwing both you and Neteyam into a fit of giggles, while Mo’at continued to pamper you.  

“How big and strong my grandchildren are becoming!” she’d said, smiling at the two of you as she set you down. You remembered the matching wood carved charms she’d gifted you both that birthday; you’d clipped them onto your songcords, and then run off into the forest together, Neytiri following behind you both closely.  

You grew extremely close over the years, almost never leaving the others side as you learnt the ins and outs of life together. You told each other everything, and you could still remember the first secret of yours you’d entrusted him with.  

You’d run up to him grinning wildly, a few teeth of your missing like they would have been for a eight-year-old. You’d plopped down in front of him, whispering – or trying to – to him that you had a crush.  

“But you can't to tell anyone!” you’d exclaimed immediately after the confession, looking at him very seriously. His eyes had widened, nodding in affirmation to his next statement.  

“I won't,” he’d promised like it was the most important secret in the world. At the time it very well might have been, and to this day he hadn't told a soul.  

You built the trust between the two of you through wordily affirmation and experiences until you could confidently say you trusted him with your life, and he intern trusted you with his. You knew, that if there was a need, you’d give your life for his without a second thought, although you hoped it would never come to that.  

But sometimes people just aren't so lucky.  

“Go!” You could barely hear his voice over the deafening berate of gunfire as he yelled the order. Bullets clattered against the metal of the ship as you pressed yourself into the wall. Lo’ak and Spider were quick to comply, running to the railing rimmed pool and diving into the water, but you stood firmly next to Neteyam. Two peas in a pod, you wouldn’t leave him behind.  

He glanced over his shoulder as he ducked further behind the wall.  

“What are you doing here? You need to go tsmuke!” you shook your head, stubbornly.  

“I’m not leaving you!” you screamed over the gunfire. Neteyam grunted, shifting the gun in his hand. There was no use trying to convince you to go by yourself, that would just waste time. The one thing you didn’t have. Neteyam glanced down at the gun in his hand, there wasn’t enough ammunition in it to cover the both of you properly if you made a run for it separately anyway.  

“Okay we go on my count,” you nodded, pushing yourself off the wall and getting ready to run.   

“3,”  

“2,”  

“1.” Neteyam turned sharply, using the last of the ammo in the gun to fire in the direction of the Avatar shooting at you, before discarding it and bolting towards the pool.  

You saw it in slow-motion as you looked back, the sound of gunfire amplifying tenfold and mixing with the ringing in your ears. Bullets whizzed past the two of you, and something in your gut told you he wasn’t going to make it in time. All you knew in that moment is there was no way in hell you were going to let anything happen to him. 

Just as he jumped to dive over the railing, you reached out almost instinctively, pulling his body to the side so you were in front of him as you dove into the water side by side. You felt something collide with you, something small, and fast. You didn’t even have time to understand what had happened before red-hot pain, bloomed right above your breast. 

Your scream of agony was muffled as your body hit the water and searing hot pain overtook your senses. It was blinding, only being amplified with every shift of your body as you pushed your body to the surface. Your brain scrambled to grasp reality, through the feeling of burning nerves and weight of water pushing you down.  

“Neteyam!” you gasped, breaking to the surface and doing your best to stay afloat. One hand cupped your chest that was bleeding profusely, turning the water around you a deep shade of red.  

He turned at the sound of your voice calling his name, and his heart dropped, eyes widening at the sight of hazy red water that surrounded your struggling form. He rushed to your side, eyes raking over you looking for the source of your bleeding until his eyes landed on your hand, right over your lung and panic overtook him.  

No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. He thought, he couldn’t lose you; he needed you.  

As a child he would sometimes find himself imagining a life without his twin sister, he remembers the way his stomach would churn at the mere thought of it, and his mind would move on to happier thoughts. Those same nights dreams of losing you would haunt him. He would wake up with a thin sheen of sweat coating him, before his eyes would settle on your sleeping form and his heart would slow its raging pace. He’d lay down, shaking the contents of the dream away and drifting of to sleep again. 

 He hoped this was just another nightmare that his mind had cooked up to screw with him. He’d wake up and you’d be right there, sleeping soundly by Neytiri and Tuk across the Murui pod like you did every night. Your chest rising and falling steadily against the threaded sea grass top you’d made with Tsireya. No one came to wake him though, and no matter how hard he hoped his mind didn’t pull him out of his sleep, because there was nothing to wake up from.  

“She’s shot! Help me!” He called to Lo’ak and Spider frantically, hoisting you onto the ilu. You hissed in pain as they moved you. Tsireya helped pull you up, holding you against her as you took shallow breaths.  

You couldn’t really focus on anything as the ilu sped away from the Demon Ship, lost to your faint thoughts of death and slow mind.  

Your body slid against the rocks, jagged edges scraping against your skin uncomfortably as they push you onto the sturdy surface. The waves crash against the rock, a sound that you would consider soothing if not for the circumstances. Your face is pale, breath shallow and rapid, your ears are ringing and your adrenaline is starting to fade. Everything is slippery, wet and somehow sticky and even now, when you're bleeding out and dying it makes you feel gross.  

The soft breeze is chilling to your wet form, and the gentleness of it is unfitting for such a scene. Your head bumps against something as your set down, and you hear the screech of an Ikran infront of you, feel the rough wind its wings bring as it lands, and see its head peeking out into your field of vision. Then its gone, replaced by your father's face as he rushes over to you. Your eyes shift to Neteyam who sits next to you looking helpless, and you reach out to him, looking for his hand. He gives it to you, clasping your hand in his.  

Your wound screamed as Jake moved you, curses falling from his lips before he set you back down on your back. You're struggling to breath, eyes unfocused as the dart to each member of your family, desperately trying to memorize their features before you go. The older sister in you notes that Kiri and Tuk are missing but you can't focus on the thought to much. You don’t have the energy.  

“Why would you do that?” Neteyam whispered, and your barley hear his words. If you had the energy you would smile, squeeze his hand and tell him that you didn’t regret any of it, because you don’t. But you can't. So instead leave him without an answer and focus on your breath, focus on the pressure of Lo’aks hand over your wound, and the feeling of Neteyams hand in yours, focus on your mothers' eyes and your fathers worried expression. You can sort of Tsireya in the back, a frown on her lips, just like all the rest of them and you focus on that to.  

You want to tell them it's going to be okay, that there's no need to worry, but you're not a lair, so you opt to something more truthful.  

“I want to go home,” you whimper through grit teeth. Even your own words sound faraway now and you realize this was how you were going to die. But you didn’t to die, you had so much to live for, so much to experience. You had just begun to settle into life with the Metkayina, just begun to learn the ocean and the reef, just begun to make friends. You were only 15 years old; you had your whole life ahead of you, you didn’t want to die. You weren't ready. How was that fair? 

“We’re going, we’re going,” Your father reassures. He sounds helpless, broken. You think he’s lying for a moment, but then they’re faces start to fade from your field of vision and you’re truly to weak to care. Only able to think about the fact that you aren't ready yet. That you don’t want to die, not like this. 

The world fades, all sensations put to a halt and it's like a weight is lifted of your shoulders, despite your reluctance you can't help but feel relief. The heaving of your chest stops, and your nerves aren't burning with pain anymore, and there's no more crashing of waves, there's no bitter chill biting at your skin or sticky blood coating you. 

There's only a blinding white behind your eyelids, accompanied by the chirping of birds, a sunny warmth that touches your skin and warms your soul as soft grass caresses your skin. You feel a deep sense of peace take root in your heart, and you don’t question it as your eyes flutter open to be met with the lush forests of Pandora and clear blue skies.  

“Y/n! Y/n!” A childish voice calls to you. You turn at the sound of your name and rustling of leaves pushing yourself to sit up. Neteyam bursts through the underbrush, young and bright, and smiling like he always was. He’s waving at you to get up.  

“Common!” he says urgently, “I wanna show you what I made!” And then he’s dashing off in the direction he came again, leaving you to run after him with a giddy smile. 

 You were home again.  

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[coolemmasulivan]

With You | 1

Pairing: Rúben Dias x Reader

Summary: You're Bernardo Silva's sister and you and Rúben have a crush on each other. After moving to Manchester, you and him realise that some things in the past were not what it seemed.

Word count: 2099

Author’s note: English isn’t my first language.

You can read part 2 here

And I know you said that we're not talkin' But I miss you, I'm sorry

It was really happening. The excitement was almost too much to bear. You were moving to Manchester after spending your entire life surrounded by your family and friends in Portugal in the same city you grew up in.

When your brother, Bernardo, told you that his friend was starting a business and needed an architect, you immediately agreed without hesitation.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness at the thought of leaving it all behind, but at the same time, the anticipation of starting a new life in a new country was almost too much to contain. You imagined yourself walking the streets of Manchester, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling city, and meeting new people.

You knew you deserved more. You craved new experiences, challenges, and opportunities that your current situation couldn't provide. The journey ahead would be filled with highs and lows, but you were ready to face them head-on.

"Wait.. you're serious?" You could see his shocked expression over Facetime.

"Yes." You smiled. Even Ines, who was in the background taking something from the fridge, stopped to listen in on your conversation. "Why do you guys look so surprised? You knew I wanted to live abroad."

"You've been saying that since you were little! Do you know how many job offers I have given you? How long have I been trying to convince you to move here?"

You let out a sigh. "I don't remember."

"Me neither! But I know how many you rejected: all of them." He was right. He had tried to help you multiple times, but you never dared to actually do it. To leave your parents and the life you knew behind. "And I mean ALL of them."

"So why did you keep asking?"

"Because I'm your big brother. I want the best for you." He said in frustration and looked down. "And I wouldn't mind having you closer." He mumbled, making you smile.

A week later you were at the airport. You saw Ines coming towards you and her radiant smile lit up her face when she caught sight of you. You hugged and greeted each other and made your way together to Etihad Campus where you were going to surprise your brother.

Bernardo had been excited since the day he hung up the phone. He still couldn't believe you were really moving to Manchester, that he'd see his little sister every day like he used to when he was younger.

"What's going on with you? You're more cheerful than usual." Haaland asked him as he passed him the ball at practice. "Are you having twins or something?"

Bernardo laughed. "No, we're not having twins. It's my sister."

Haaland looked at him in surprise. "She's having twins?"

"NO!" They got back to the end of the line where Stones and Cancelo were waiting. "No one is having twins. She's moving here."

"Y/n's moving here?" Cancelo knew you from a long time ago, just like Rúben and all the other players in Manchester that played in the Portuguese national team. Bernardo looked like a little kid in a toy shop and nodded. "That's incredible! Have you finally convinced her?"

"Yes. I still can't believe it's happening. I thought she was messing with me."

"What does she do? Is she looking for a job, has she been transferred?"

As Bernardo began to elaborate, Stones chose to survey the field in search of Rúben. Did the defender know? No, he looks too calm and relaxed to know that his mate's sister, his crush, is moving to the same city as him. Stones thought to himself as he saw him talking to Jack and the coach.

After the training was over, Stones hurried over to Rúben. He casually put his arm around Rúben's neck, securing his attention.

"Have you heard the news?"

"What news?" Oh, his world was about to tremble!

"Guess what, Bern--"

Suddenly they were interrupted by Bernardo, who approached them with an abrupt slap on Rúben's stomach. Not expecting it, Rúben looked to his left to see Bernardo's excited expression. "She's here. My sister's here." Bernardo quickly ran off, leaving Rúben and Stones behind.

The news hit Rúben like a ton of bricks. Had he heard right? "W-what?" He stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, as he tried to process the information

"She's moving to Manchester, pal!" Stones, noticing his friend's distress, reached out and gently patted Rúben on the back. "She's moving here." Stones left, leaving Rúben behind with his heart pounding with anxiety.

"Merda!" He muttered. (Shit!)

When he got back to the dressing room after a very slow walk, stopping a lot of times, afraid you would appear in front of him, Bernardo was already out of the shower.

Stones cast a glance in his direction and let out a light-hearted chuckle. Jack on the other hand made his appearance known to the rest of the group.

"What's wrong with you? It seems like you saw a ghost. Let's go, mate! Wake up." All eyes were on him as he entered the room. Rúben remained silent and took a seat on his bench. However, Jack's focus shifted to Bernardo, who was already dressed with wet hair and grabbed his bag. Rúben was soon forgotten. "Oh, I want to meet the famous Silva sister."

Bernardo pointed his finger at him. "Don't!"

With a laugh, Jack put his hands up in a defensive gesture. "Mate, I have a girlfriend!"

Bernardo furrowed his eyebrows. "Stay away from my sister, Grealish!"

"Uhhh, Bernardinho! The big brother has claws." Ederson said, making everyone laugh.

"All of you. Stay away from her. I don't care if you're married, dating or single, she's my sister and I don't trust any of you around her."

Rúben screamed in his head. He reached for the water bottle beside him and drank it down in one go. If only your brother knew the thought he has about you... more like memories - he'd kill him.

It all happened in the UEFA Nations League when Portugal won in 2019. Bernardo had introduced the two of you a few years earlier and the sexual tension was always there. That night, the celebration took a different turn for you and Rúben.

Rúben took another sip of his beer. He couldn't remember how many he had drunk, but that was the last thing on his mind. He was more interested in you, who was across the room talking to Patrício and his wife.

He couldn't deny that you were a very - but a very - beautiful woman. With eyes that captivate everyone and a smile to die for. But deep in his head he still heard Bernardo's words from the day he had introduced you.

"Rúben, don't try anything with my sister. She's off limits. I trust you, but please, don't do it."

Coming from a small guy like your brother, it wasn't that scary, at least not for Rúben. However, his expression and the tone in which he spoke stayed with him.

Everyone knew that Rúben couldn't control himself very well when it came to alcohol, and today all he could think about was you and how much he wanted to kiss you and hold you. So without knowing what he was doing, he followed you as you left the room.

Outside he saw you walking towards the car park but soon lost you as you disappeared behind the national team bus.

He ran to catch you but didn't need to because when he got around the bus, he saw you leaning against it waiting for him.

"Are you following me, Dias?" Rúben just shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "So, what are you doing here?" You took a step towards him. "You should be celebrating."

He placed his palm on the bus, propping up his frame. "Yes, I should. I have to go back ins--"

"Unless you want to celebrate with me!" Ruben's face flushed red. He was too cute and shy for a guy who looked like a Greek god.

You had a few beers too, but you still knew what you were doing. Alcohol only helped you achieve what you had wanted for a few years.

"W-what?" You had got closer than you had ever been to each other and that was messing with his concentration.

Despite your brother's warning to steer clear of his friends, you found yourself drawn to Rúben. Even more when you tried to distance yourself. "Don't you want to celebrate with me?" He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at your lips.

"I-- we shouldn't!" You shouldn't but it was all he wanted. You grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the empty bus.

You pushed him down on the seat at the back of the bus, as you straddle his lap. His hands automatically on your thighs underneath your dress. Eyes full of lust. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Rúben was quick to kiss you back passionately, his hand gently going up and down your thighs.

"I wanted to do this since the day we met." He muttered when you started kissing his neck. You smiled and bit his ear.

"That makes two of us." You grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it off his body and over his head. Your hands tracing his toned abs.

"Are you sure?" Rúben asked as he hooked his fingers on your panties inside your dress. When you said yes, you got up from his lap and he slowly pulled your panties down your legs, stuffing them inside his pocket. He pulled you back in, but to his surprise, you got down on your knees. "Fuck! Your brother's going to kill me."

"What he doesn't know, won't kill him."

After the longest shower he had taken, Rúben got dressed and left the dressing room. As he stepped outside, he was taken aback to see Stones waiting for him, engrossed in his phone and seemingly lost in thought.

"Had a good shower, princess?" He mocked him.

Rúben closed the door behind him and put his bag over his shoulder. "What are you still doing here?"

"Waiting for you! We have dinner with Ederson and Kyle, remember?" Rúben let out a sigh. "Come on! It will distract you from Bernando's sister."

Outside the Etihad Campus, it all went down when they heard Bernardo calling their names.

"Rúben! John!"

When both players looked at the source of the voice, Rúben's heart started beating so fast that he could swear it would jump out of his chest. There you were!

"Bloody hell, is that her?" Stones whispered. Rúben was so hypnotized that he didn't even hear his friend's question. "By your puppy eyes, I guess it is."

As he laid eyes on you, he was struck by your breathtaking beauty and the familiar brightness in your eyes. As you smiled, he couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth spread through him, reminding him of all the moments you had shared. Your smile, so infectious and genuine, had always been one of his favourite things about you. It always lit up your face and radiated pure joy, making everything else around you seem to fade away.

You haven't changed a little. You were not very active on social media, and unfortunately for Rúben, you liked to share more of your work than yourself. On the other hand, Rúben liked to show his face, and everything else, but no photo made him justice.

You never talked about that night. You still remembered how soft his lips were and how perfectly they felt against yours. How his warm hands ran through your body and how good he made you feel. For you it was not just sex and you thought he had understood that.

"Y/a, where are you going? Let's go." Bernardo called out when you ran off.

"I have to do something. Just give me a minute." You ran inside.

You knew that Rúben hadn't left. You wanted to tell him that what had happened on the bus was not just a drunken mistake. You wanted him to know that you really cared for him, even if your brother would disapprove.

However, as you found him, your heart sank. Leaning against the wall was Rúben with a blonde woman's tongue down his throat. The noise around you faded into the background as you stood there, alone and heartbroken.

Perhaps your brother was right: footballers were no right piece in your puzzle.

#footballer imagine #footballer imagines #footballer x reader #ruben dias #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias fic #rúben dias

[aphroditesmoon]

Replaceable [part 1]

jacaerys velaryon x reader

part 2

(no use of y/n, reader's house is not stated)

summary: After your twin sister decides to run away weeks from her wedding to the prince and heir to the throne, Jacaerys Velaryon, you are left with no choice but to step in her place.

A/N: English is not my first language + I've only watched hotd and not game of thrones so forgive me if my facts are wrong!

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'Do not make the same mistake as your sister' those were the words constantly reminded to you by your mother 2 weeks from your sudden wedding ceremony.

Your twin sister have always preferred women, another thing you two have in difference besides your looks and contrasting personality.

You had expected her to rebel againts the wedding in some sort of way, perhaps by taking a lover behind everyone's back, but still doing her duty, but once again she has suprised everyone by making a decision so dishonorable to your house's name.

With the ongoing war againts the greens, putting the Queen Rhaenyra and her supporters on edge, they can't afford to lose the support of your father's troops, and your father too, refuse to give such support without any benefits on his side.

So here you were, to take your sister's place as the bride of prince Jacaerys Velaryon.

you are not that familiar with him if you are honest, your sister had the common courtesy to interact with him decently during their courting, but only out of respect and duty, and you were never one to force yourself to the company of others, preferring to hide in your twin's shadow, away from all the politicking and unnecessary drama.

Though you'd prefer to leave all's company, you were not a brat, you know it is your duty to make effort and clean up the mess left by your sister. So here you were with your respective parents, having dinner with the queen's family. You were seated next to the prince, though neither of you had acknowledge eachothers presence, not out of disrespectful but out of awkwardness.

"I would like to start off with acknowledging that while the circumstances of this betrothal has been quite a chaotic arrangements, I do not hold grudge against you, my Lord, or your daughters, I am sure lady [name] will be a fine wife and future queen to my son, and I could not hope for a more well mannered and lovely daughter in law", The queen Rhaenyra spoke as she stood up from her seat. you offer her a sweet smile and decided to offer her a low thank you.

You can see the Jace glancing at you from your side, only a minute before he turns back to his food completely silent to everyone.

Your father has offered his thanks to the Queen and the king consort and expressed his apologies again for your sister's behavior, quickly waved away from the queen, reassuring your family that no offense was taken and what matters is the next step to take.

The whole night, conversations around the dinner table was carried by the adults, the children all sat quietly, awkwardness filling in, not that you can blame any of them, especially Jace. You can't imagine the confusion and grief he must be feeling, from losing his brother a month ago, to being left by his betrothed, and of course the pressure of his family's life and throne being at risk.

If you can't give him the wife he wants, you'd at least give him a wife he could tolerate.

"...is more of [name]'s specialty more than mine" you were brought back to reality hearing your name mentioned by your mother in her conversation with the queen and king consort. "hm?" reflexively you responded.

"oh is that so? I am quite the admirer of old valyria history myself, I must have you quizzed on it over tea if I do say so" the queen teased offering a beautiful smile.

catching up on what was being discussed, you let out a shy laugh. "my mother boasts, my queen. I only know what I was taught by the septas, though I admit I am quite fascinated by the subject of history, my knowledge of it is not extraordinary of any sort" you're own easiness in the way you talked gave you a boost of confidence, as your parents too, you noted, as they gave you a proud smile.

The queen waved off your denial, "nonsense, you are being too humble I'm sure". you chuckle at the compliment not knowing how to respond, not used to them being thrown at you. "though it is good you favor history, Jace also prefers it over other things to learn, I'm sure that's something you could bond over!" she continued smiling and glancing encouragingly at her son who hasn't said a word the whole evening.

All eyes were on him, expecting some sort of answer. He let out a small cough and slowly nodded his head, as if only realizing he's still here. "ah- um, yes, that's right" he offered a small forced smile that barely lasted a second in your way and stared back down at the table.

you truly cannot tell if it's the nerves that is making so unsociable, his grief, or simply a strong sense of uninterest towards you. You would understand if it's the latter, though you can't deny it'd still wound you abit, if it were the case.

Feeling a bit bold from your early conversation with the queen, you decided to try your luck with him too. "oh is that so? I have also heard you are quite fluent in high valyrian, my prince, perhaps a lesson or two to offer my humble self, some time soon?" You ask with a smile.

He raised his eyebrows, "Fluent? oh now it seems it's my mother who boasts my lady, I am still in the learning of it, though I have improved much, and of course, if you wish, I would love nothing more than to teach you" his nerves seemed to calm down a bit as he smiles kindly at you.

You feel a sense of pride in your accomplishment of this small interaction, you can't exactly say you were good with people, but after years of observing your sister and he ways, you knew a thing or two you'd say.

You understand the circumstances of this betrothal was not the most convenient, but you would try to make the best of it, if not fit yourself than for the unfortunate prince.

#jace targaryen #hotd x reader #house of the dragon #jace velaryon #jace velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #game of thrones #jacaerys targaryen

[welcometomyoasis]

end of year appreciation post

this year has been an emotional rollercoaster, but i wouldn't change a thing because i found svt and all of you 💕

sending a huge thank you from the bottom of my heart to those who interact with my posts. whether you follow my blog, like, reblog, send asks, or leave comments, just know i appreciate every single one of you. 

as for my moots. thank you all for the laughs and interactions. i love you all so so much. so to express my appreciation, here's a list of which svt member i think you all would be because what fun is being carat if we can't do things like this.

@brownsugarbaybee Kari as seungcheol. Need I say more? In the way that seungcheol is the naturally protective alpha who babies his members, you do the same for me. You’re like the older sister I never had. You make me feel so safe, protected, and loved when I talk to you. I’m really socially awkward irl and am actually always afraid that I’ll say the wrong things, but with you, you never make me feel bad for sending too many asks, or spamming you through dms. You really create a safe environment for your followers and friends and I cannot thank you or express my gratitude enough for that. You were the first person i talked to ever (on anon) on tumblr and our friendship just grew from there. I love how we check in on each other frequently and randomly pop into each other’s asks just to say we missed each other. I’m always so happy when i see that you’ve sent me an ask/ dm. We’re like two magnets that can’t stay away from each other. I love that so much. Just like I love you. Here’s to a lot more love and interactions next year! (and yes, i’m dming you more mushy stuff later shhhh) 🤭

@wonijinjin Gigi as joshua. You're my actual other half? My soul sister? Like you notice there's no jeonghan on this list because you're my evil, lovable twin (okay you knew there was no jeonghan I texted you about this a month ago). FR THE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN US? From our bias lists, our need for perfectionism, our food cravings, us getting distracted all the time when we’re supposed to be doing work, to even the fact that we have the same frame for our glasses and hair colours. I could go on. Joshua suddenly appeared in my life and took over when i saw him in the anyone special video, kind of like the way you popped into my dms. We’ve literally talked everyday since then. All your messages, your words of encouragement, your comforting words, the random things we talk about (like the tote bag dilemma? Or all the possible collabs we could work on? OR ALL OUR TALKS ON SHUA AND HIS HANDS). I want you to know that I truly treasure each and every single one of our conversations. You’re one of my comfort people. Thank you for popping into my life because I cannot imagine my life without you rn. Yes, I’m not done but this is already very long so expect a lot of love coming your way in your dms. ILYSM SERIOUSLY. PLEASE LET’S MAKE THE SHU X GIGI MEETUP HAPPEN ONE DAY BUT NOT IN THE MIDDLE IT’S TOO DANGEROUS.

@haecien Cien as junhui. My timezone buddy. Like Junhui, you’re crazy and incredibly fun to be around. I’m not going to lie, I thoroughly enjoyed watching you spiral into loving new things and new groups. Sure, it’s entertaining, and I found it really endearing. I absolutely adore how you fall for other groups so quickly and how you’re so open about falling for them. You’re not afraid to go all out and show your affections towards them. You love with all your heart and that’s such a great quality to have. Your fics are super adorable and you were literally a trend setter because so many people followed your prompt generator idea. Junhui has the ability to be adored by everyone and you have that same effect on people. 

@weird-bookworm Sky as soonyoung. Extremely easily excitable babies who always bully mingyu (see Zanna’s part). You get so happy and excited over all the little things. Your tags when you reblog posts gives me life because they’re always so funny and sweet. Not to mention, you have this bright energy around you that draws people to you. You’re so easy to love and interact with. Seriously, you’ve made such a big impact on everyone’s lives here on tumblr whether you know it or not. You might be the glue that is holding the mess that is tumblr together rn. Yea, you also give off major squishy vibes like Soonyoung, it makes me want to protect you more. With consent, i would love to mush your cheeks together and give you so many hugs. Love you Sky. 

@woozvc-main Nora as soonyoung as well. In the short span of time that we've interacted, you really remind me of soonyoung and sky haha. You're easily excitable, you're funny, you're honest, you're great at writing your fics (like how soonyoung is great at dancing). You're so real when writing your little thoughts out on tumblr. You're so smart too? Like you're doing physics? And you randomly do math when you're bored? It's like when soonyoung randomly does little dances when he's bored or excited. Plus, you love pandas like soonyoung loves tigers! Okay, maybe not as extreme as that, but you get the point. We're both panda lovers. Why did we take so long to talk, I have no idea. But I love that we are talking now and here's to talking more in the coming year!!

@babyleostuff Natalia as Jihoon. You both write masterpieces. I think I’ve read through your masterlist a couple of times at this point. The way you manage to convey everyone’s personalities and emotions perfectly is amazing. More seriously though, you were one of the first people I approached on tumblr. Thank you for giving me advice before on how to start writing because it really helped a lot. Your advice was one of the reasons why I even started in the first place. You were also my first official moot on tumblr. I sincerely hope that life will treat you kindly, that you’re doing better, and that the next year will go smoothly for you. 

@addicsvt Ari as dokyeom. Literal balls of sunshine?? Idk when I talk to you I can just imagine you smiling in the same adorable way that dokyeom does, with his eyes curled up into crescent moons. I hope you never stop writing because your fics are lovely. I really like the way you write! It’s so fluffy, and it makes me feel all warm and cozy. Your mood boards are also amazing!!! You’re seriously such a sweet angel. I can’t thank you enough for loving my writing, you have no idea how much that means to me. Love you and let’s talk more!

@fairyhaos Yena as dokyeom. Yena = a huge reason as to why I started writing in the first place. Yena = one of the first people I ever messaged on tumblr. Yena = ray of sunshine. Yena = one of the best fic authors on tumblr. You just remind me of Dokyeom so much maybe because you're both so in love with Joshua because you're both the happy angels of the group who find so much joy in simple things like Joshua, being around your friends, doing what you love, watching the pretty scenery around you, and you're so musically inclined? You also have this maturity about you that Dokyeom has? Like you know when to be serious and when to have fun which is such a great quality to have. Keep being you!! You'll do great in your upcoming exams!! Thank you for being such a kind person because the world needs more people like that. The only thing, you call Joshua a Shuamoroll. And now I call cinnamoroll that too...

@idubiluv Arya as minghao. Artist duo. I know we haven’t actually talked much but I do know that you love photography and art. I also don’t exactly know why, but I associate you with having this very calming, chill energy that is similar to minghao’s. Perhaps it’s the comfort that your fics give me when I read them? Maybe it’s because you’re so sweet, attentive, and supportive of everyone? Whatever it is, thank you for being my moot and I hope we can talk more in the future! 

@slytherinshua Zanna as mingyu. HMMM WHERE DO I BEGIN FOR YOU ZANNA. You’re both always bullied affectionately. You’re both social butterflies. You’re literally everywhere on tumblr in this fandom and that fandom. Idk how you do it because you stan so many groups, write for so many groups, manage both caratsland and the kdrama label, etc. It’s definitely a talent. You’re also one of the sweetest people ever. Like you’re so happy to talk to anyone about anything and everything under the sun. It’s really cute, so please never stop. ONE THING THOUGH. Like mingyu, i feel like you’re always up late… i know timezones are a thing but PLEASE GO SLEEP EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE???? Seriously, i cannot count how many times i've seen "please sleep" on your posts and in the group chats... 🤣 

@wheeboo Rania as seungkwan. My fellow criminal minds enthusiast, angst, and purple colour lover. I’ve never actually known anyone else who loves criminal minds so this is a really big deal for me. ANYWAY. I’m not just associating you with seungkwan because he’s your bias, though that is one reason. Seungkwan has this warm, inviting, witty, very accepting personality that is similar to yours. Idk if this makes sense but you write the way Seungkwan hosts. You’re fics are very cozy (even the angsty ones). You develop the stories so well. You put in splashes of humour or fluff, all while still keeping the readers in suspense until the moment is just right for everything to unravel. You’re also always so open when replying asks and responding to feedback on your posts. Plus you want to be a therapist one day? You’re seriously the best and the sweetest. You’ll do great. I’m extremely sure of it. Let's write more angst too!!

@askdacast Askdacast as vernon. LISTEN. YES I'M TAGGING YOU IN A SEVENTEEN POST, NO WE AREN’T MOOTS ON TUMBLR BUT WE ARE IRL SO HEAR ME OUT. Vernon is that one quirky member who does the weirdest things and embraces his quirkiness to the fullest extent. He just does what he wants, when he wants. At the same time, he's such a lovable guy who is adored by everyone around him. That's you. I've always admired your ability to just embrace being yourself even if you do face your own demons. You deserve everything that you've achieved and I'm so proud of you. I'll send you all the other sappy stuff privately... and let's go out to you know where. i mean we just discussed it yesterday? ALSO I HAVE TO PASS YOU YOUR PRESENT HHEEHEHE. BUT JUST KNOW THIS IS MY PUBLIC DECLARATION OF LOVE FOR YOU. I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR BEING MY IRL FRIEND FOR WHAT 6 YEARS NOW? ❤️

@mangocustard16 Mango as Dino. Honestly, I just got to know you last month but you’ve been such a joy to be around. You’re constantly putting out 11/10 content and reblogging stuff. Your incorrect quotes are hilarious. Your fics are so fluffy I want to melt in them. Your reblogs, especially the reblog chains you have with other people are so funny. You have a great sense of humour and you give this vibe that you’re just so happy to be here. I’m happy to have gotten to know you! 

@eightlightstar Vittoria as Dino. We've only really talked once since we just became moots. I guess in that interaction I get Dino vibes from you? You're my fellow grad student who seems wise beyond her years just like Dino. You want to be a professor and get your PhD too! Dino is ambitious and that's how I would see you. You're going to do great! Let's talk more soon!

@glosskirt Gloss. If I were to liken you to a svt member, I would say you're a little like jun because you remind me of cien and you're kind of unhinged as well from what I've seen. But you're more of a bts stan. So, I'm doing this specially for you. My bts stan days were years ago, but I'm going to say that you remind me of Jhope. Happy, hopeful, sunshines of the group who are really funny. You care so much for others and you're so happy to interact with other people. Idk I saw your post about moving out of your lonely kpop phase and that made me feel something? Because I felt that way too after starting tumblr. I'm so glad we found each other through tumblr, and I hope we can interact more next year!

As for the rest of my moots, I'm sorry that we haven't interacted much. Sorry if you didn't want to be tagged. Here's just my little ramble for all of you because I'm still so thankful that we're moots and I would love to interact with you all more next year!

@amxlia-stars Amelia as Mingyu. You give me puppy like vibes and you just genuinely seem to be enjoying yourself here. Thank you for always liking my posts, it means a lot to me!

@mirxzii Roxie as Soonyoung. Idk the post of you horanghaeing in a museum really stuck with me haha. You're really nice and the aesthetic of your account is so sweet! Sorry that I haven't reached out much. Thank you for reblogging my work, I really appreciate it!

@icyminghao Noelle as Jihoon. Your posts are so so good? The way you write is so amazing. Actually I think your posts were some of the first I ever saw when I first started reading fics on tblr. It made me all giggly and happy. Major serotonin boost when I read them.

@aaniag Aania as Vernon. We haven't interacted much, but you remind me of Vernon because you can get very excitable and you're also really random? Like sometimes I see a huge wall of pictures on Sky's account from you. You're really nice and sociable too!

@staranghae Cherry as Seungkwan. I see you popping up everywhere to send those cute chain messages to everyone. You seem really sociable and fun! We just became moots so i'm sorry idk what else to say, but thanks for being here!

@seokminded Artai, @hrts4hanniehae Sadako, and @ryuwonieebae Ryuwon. I'm sorry to group you all together since I really don't know much about all of you at all. Hmm, I guess you all remind me of Vernon and Dino in some ways. I love the aesthetics of all your accounts. I mean that's the point of tumblr because we can express ourselves here. But your accounts and the things you all write just seem like you? Thanks for being my moots! Let's interact more in the future!

#i love you all so much #thank you for a good year #i guess this can be my moot page? jk i'll prob make another one at some point when i'm not being lazy #shu's daydreaming ☁︎ #shu's moots ᰔᩚ #kari ⋆˙⟡♡ #gigi ⋆˙⟡♡ #cien ⋆˙⟡♡ #sky ⋆˙⟡♡ #natalia ⋆˙⟡♡ #ari ⋆˙⟡♡ #arya ⋆˙⟡♡ #zanna ⋆˙⟡♡ #rania ⋆˙⟡♡ #yena ⋆˙⟡♡ #mango ⋆˙⟡♡ #amelia ⋆˙⟡♡ #roxie ⋆˙⟡♡ #noelle ⋆˙⟡♡ #nora ⋆˙⟡♡ #gloss ⋆˙⟡♡ #artai ⋆˙⟡♡ #sadako ⋆˙⟡♡ #aania ⋆˙⟡♡ #cherry ⋆˙⟡♡ #vittoria ⋆˙⟡♡ #ryuwon ⋆˙⟡♡ #askdacast ⋆˙⟡♡ #yes askdacast you get a tag too #welcome to kpopblr

[yuesya]

in cursed twin AU, how does Satoru react towards Yuta, since he has a cursed spirit of his own? albeit Shiki is a bit of a different situation and is well-behaved compared to Rika, and has more clarity than Rika

it could also be argued that - putting aside that no one except Suguru has lived to tell the secret - Satoru is comparatively more fucked up than Yuta in this regard because he’s willingly housing Shiki for an unforeseen future inside his body, and that’s considered messed up in the head, kind of? because imagine you have the option of putting Shiki to rest somehow, letting her die in peace, but no — for one, Shiki is well behaved and there’s no problems so far in their situation, so there’s no reason for Satoru to just up and do that. shiki isn’t suffering, isn’t too insane, and by possessing him she can eat and see and experience things for her own (even though shes a bloodthirsty little thing)

so gg Satoru be the first one to delete people who denies his sister this second chance (and he already did lmao)

for two, why should Shiki be the one to die? when it was the fault of fucking Gojo Clan and their father that she ended up like this? it’s not fair, his sister died because of some fucktards deciding she wasn’t worth anything and she has to be the one to pay the price, to give up in this lifetime, to die in order her to be in peace? Shiki deserves to live and have a chance to look at and experience this world, and Satoru is making sure of it even if it has to be through using him

In a way, Gojo Satoru really does love Shiki, and I want to see how a Satoru who has someone he loves to the point of, well, housing them inside his body for almost all his life like in Cursed Twins AU, reacts to seeing Yuta and Rika.

Footsteps sound clearly upon the cold stone ground, growing closer and closer, but Yuta can't find the strength to raise his head. Instead, he curls inwards, shrinking into himself where he's sitting on the uncomfortable wooden chair in his prison.

And, there's no doubt that this is a prison; ofuda seals cover the entirety of the enclosed chamber, and the only source of light is from the flicker of yellow lanterns scattered across the ground, arranged in a strange pattern. Yuta does not recognize any of it, as strange and scary as everything is, but instinct tells him that this is a trap, a cage.

... Good. He deserves it. He deserves to be locked up like this forever, because he-

"All of this is a bit overkill for just a kid, isn't it?"

"This was the best I could argue for, while you were still out of the country. It was either this, or immediate execution." Oh. Oh, Yuta recognizes this voice. "Hello, Okkotsu-kun. Have you been well?"

It's only polite to look at the person who's speaking to you. Yuta doggedly manages to summon up the strength to raise his head.

"... Hello, Geto-san," he whispers. The man who'd subdued Rika-chan and brought him in without any further bloodshed offers him a reassuring smile, then gestures towards his companion.

"Okkotsu-kun, this is my friend, Gojo Satoru. He's the one I mentioned before, who I think might be able to offer a unique insight into your situation. Satoru, this is-"

The white-haired man makes a clearly disgusted sound. Yuta automatically flinches, because there's no doubt that it's directed towards him.

"A master-servant bond, really?" he says, obviously disapproving. Yuta has no idea what the man is talking about.

"Okkotsu-kun is not a sorcerer," Geto-san says sharply. "He's lived a civilian life all this time, Satoru. Remember what I told you? He and Orimoto-chan are childhood sweethearts who accidentally cursed each other; neither had any idea of what they were doing-"

"No, the boy's the one who did all the cursing here, Suguru." There's a strange flicker in the white-haired man's striking blue eyes, crystalline blue shifting to abyssal darkness and back again. But it must be a trick of the light. Human eyes don't work that way. "But for something that was unintentional... hmm..."

Geto-san sighs tiredly. "Your recommendation, then?"

"... You're asking for my opinion? I think... ultimately, it depends on what the two of them want out of their relationship," Gojo-san shrugs. "Although that might be a little difficult to hammer out on the girl's side, given her current state."

Geto-san frowns lightly, a hand coming up to rest on his chin in thought. "Is there a way to make her lucid again?"

"Well, it's not like there's a documented process for this or anything, but with the circumstances being what they are, I think we might have a few ideas," Gojo-san gives him a sharp grin. Then, he turns towards Yuta. "Hey, so. If it turns out that there's no helping your Rika-chan anyways and we can't actually improve her state any, then what are you going to do?"

"What am I...?" Yuta blinks, confused. It's precisely because he doesn't know what to do, because he doesn't want Rika-chan to hurt anyone anymore, that he's sitting here in this prison cell unresistingly. That he's accepted the fact that he's going to be executed, because otherwise... otherwise...

The white-haired man shoots him a distinctly unimpressed look. "It's not that complicated a question, kid."

"I..." Yuta swallows roughly. "I don't... I don't want Rika-chan to hurt anyone."

"Cute, but that's not what I asked," Gojo-san says. "Are you just going to try and kill yourself again?"

"Satoru, that's not-!"

"Let him answer the question, Suguru."

The scary man's eyes flick downwards briefly towards where a deformed hand-knife is hidden behind Yuta's chair. A knife that Rika-chan had destroyed when Yuta had attempted to... wait, how does he even know that?

But the question he'd asked... Yuta doesn't...

...

Yuta doesn't want to hurt anyone. And, he doesn't want Rika-chan to hurt anyone, either. The guilt of living like this, causing nothing but death and destruction wherever he goes, accomplishing nothing but bringing pain to other people's lives... that's not okay, and it makes bile rise in the back of his throat just thinking about it.

"You're the one who cursed her, even if it was accidental," Gojo-san tells him mercilessly. "So what is it that you want to do?"

Let's get married when we're older, Yuta.

We'll be together forever and ever!

That's a promise.

...

"I... I want to help Rika-chan."

"And if you can't?"

Yuta's hands clench into fists. "You said... you said that you might have a way. And, if it's my fault that Rika-chan is like this, then I... I have to do something about it."

"Because it's your responsibility?"

"Because I care about Rika-chan!"

The heavy imposing pressure in the air suddenly lifts; Yuta falls forward, gasping. He hadn't even noticed it creeping up on him-

Geto-san clicks his tongue. "You went a little overboard here, Satoru."

"Yeah, we'll take him on," the white-haired man ignores the comment and grins. "Help me draw up the papers? I know that Maki and the others will be just thrilled to have a new student joining them."

"... Draw them up yourself, I'm not your secretary."

"Aww, don't be like that, Suguru-"

#QA #Writing #zenith of stars au #twins au #excellent analysis anon #gojo is very much unimpressed by the gojo clan deciding that shiki deserves to die #simply because she had the audacity to be /born/ #he is in the unique position to take care of his sister and give her a chance at the life that was taken away from her #and she's not hurting anyone #usually #so as far as gojo is concerned #anyone who gets in their way can go burn in hell

[satankilledmyghost]

Hello!! Not a request, but wanted to know what are romantic tropes you associate with the weak hero characters??

FUCK. YES. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE. idk if i answered this fully but here are my thoughts.

warnings: swearing

donald na - grumpy x sunshine OR academic rivals to lovers

i could totally see the short, chaotic s/o with donald who's this tall, silent wall of imminent death if you so much as try to insult his s/o or do anything to harm them. i could also see donald and his s/o both be the smart types, constantly trying to one up each other, enjoying the chase and taunts. but his s/o definitely needs some spice because i feel like opposites would totally attract for donald. he lives his life so uptight all the time so his s/o would be carefree.

jake ji - golden retriever boyfriend x chaotic troublemaker s/o

if jake and his s/o are together, they're getting into trouble and jake's bailing them out of it because he loves them too much. jake's too happy to be involved in their antics to get mad at them.

wolf keum - boOK NERD X DELINQUENT. BOOK NERD X DELINQUENT! B O O K N E R D X D E L I N Q U E N T ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

i am SCREAMING with this. i feel like he'd be with someone who likes to talk/ramble a lot(the only person he'd let break the silence). Since wolf prefers to be quiet, he'd find comfort in his s/o's daily ramble about what happened in their book. definitely the protective boyf. there's no way a harasser will live to tomorrow once he hears about it. he likes to tease his s/o a lot. i also have this head cannon where wolf has like super rich parents who are like never home so he's supposed to take care of his younger siblings(twins, brother and sister), but he clearly doesn't so wolf's parents hired the s/o to babysit and that's how he met them.

forrest lee - best friends to lovers/utterly in love x extremely dense s/o

forrest has been agonizingly WAITING for them to finally realize his affection for them. it's been YEARS. he's had to sit through hundreds of rants about shitty boyfriend after shitty boyfriend, fighting the urge to scream at how much better he could treat them if they would just open. their. damn. eyes.

jimmy bae - enemies to lovers

personally, i can't stand this trope, but it fits so well for jimmy with his quick rise to temper and insufferable ego. s/o would be a friend of jack's or partnered up with jimmy for a project. immediately they just don't get along, like oil and water. a landslide of tension and hatred later, the s/o starts to look forward to arguing with jimmy and immediately starts to avoid him. jimmy gets upset and it's one of those arguments that goes along the lines of: "why do you care so much?!" "because i like you!"

big ben - golden retriever boyfriend x black cat s/o

he met his s/o at the arcade or pool place because they worked there and ben tried to shamelessly flirt with them. it was so bad they found it charming somehow and they got together.

alex go - brother's best friend

with how much time alex spent at ben's house, it gave ben's sibling long enough to develop a puppy crush when they were younger that never really left them as they started high school. alex doesn't sneak behind ben's back, though, and will let him know with or without his s/o. late night dates at the park on the swings.

gerard jin - shy x shy strangers to lovers in a coffee shop.

i'm not accepting anything else. enough has been said. just imagine gerard in that long coat with a scarf and it's snowing on their first date- asdbdhfjjlfjf

teddy jin - chill boyfriend x fiesty s/o

his s/o is always ready to throw hands. so much so that teddy has to hold them back and keep an eye on them at all times.

rowan im - pen pals/long distance

i don't even know if this is a trope but i'm going with it. rowan lived in Australia for a short while so it would make sense that he would meet his s/o there, and then when rowan moved back, letters were the best way of communication since the time difference was a pain in the ass to manage all the time. i could also see him as a letter with photos/postcard guy.

gray yeon - tutor x tutee

the s/o was struggling, to say the least, so the teacher linked them up with gray and he found charm in the way they focused and tried their absolute hardest every session. gray would purposely add extra work so he can see them longer.

eugene gale - childhood friends to lovers

i have nothing to say about this. we all knew it was coming. it just makes sense. like eugene's mom and grandma already see them as a couple and constantly tease eugene about it, so why wouldn't it happen? bets were totally made on whether or not eugene would be able to confess to his s/o.

#weak hero x reader #weak hero webtoon #weak hero

[attonitos-gloria]

jb for the ship asks?

jaime and brienne are truly a breaking of fourth wall. it is george turning to his audience and going "you DO get what is going on in this world, don't you? tell me you get it." he does that with tyrion in ADWD, too, and i just love it when george goes meta.

i think they are the most romantic thing to ever happen in asoiaf because of the way they are the embodiment of the true problem of love and courtly romance in westeros which is patriarchy and misogyny and the absolutely insane cages of gender these characters are in. it's very hard for me to get jaime and brienne without jaime and cersei as contrast. this is a jaime/brienne/cersei situation.

what if you grew up as a man, believing you were born to reclaim the fate of a true man - knighthood and glory - and it turns out in real life this just means violence and bloodshed. what if you cope with the horrors of feudalism and patriarchy by blending into one single golden unit with your twin sister who is you who are your sister and that goes on forever. what if you fed each other's cruelty, and bred monsters into the world, and death, and it's all perfect and golden because you're each other's reflection.

what if you often thought if you were a woman you'd be your sister because who else could you possibly be - but of course you'd never be a woman hahahaha this is crazy. of course you are not a woman. (but your sister is, and your sister is you. so what does that even mean? you never think about it, you just disappear inside.) what if your sister is trapped in a house of violence you can only bear witness to, but do nothing about, even with the sword in hand and a white cloak around your shoulders, because this is the fate of all women - marriage and motherhood at whatever cost. what if this isn't even the first time you bear witness to a king being violent to a queen in this same castle in this same bedroom. and your sister thinks if she were a man she'd be you but hahahahah this is crazy, obviously, of course your sister is not a man. (but you are a man and you are your sister. and she is being sacrificed in the altar of gender conformity that is monarchy and you are standing by the door because you are a man and you are a knight - you are thinking, what does that even mean? you disappear inside again.)

what if you believe this is really all there is to being a knight, to being a man, to being a person?

and then what if you meet a woman who is, as far as you can understand it, a better man than you: by being a better knight, by simply being a better human being?

pairing of all time. they don't even need to fuck for it to be real. i think there's a undertone of tragedy in them - i can't imagine jaime ending this series as a happily married man to brienne, i don't even know if both of them will survive, but like. i'm not expecting the next books for them to be canon because in my head jaime and brienne are already a canon relationship of true courtly romance.

(Post edit: might be the reason why I usually don't read fluffy fanfiction of them because it often goes the way of... they will get married and have babies and rule casterly rock together! and while I think it's okay to forge happy endings for beloved characters - i'm a sansa/tyrion shipper, i do this all the time lol - i think there is something apocalyptic about this ship. Like they have the power to ruin this system. Spiritually. I mean, i still read braime fic because the writers are just too good but. I like endings when one of them die. Or jaime goes to the Wall! I like this one too. Or at least they escape Westeros together lol anyway. It is also why i'm also EXTREMELY wary of some jaime ships who just play harder into the gender conformity that i think jaime and brienne are, canonically, breaking and ruining.)

so. basically there is no one else for jaime and brienne but jaime and brienne themselves. perfect pairing. i'd say maybe the only canon pairing ever

#otp: curse me or kiss me #jaime x brienne #braime

[rayshippouuchiha]

The thing about Chuuya and Ichigo being twins opened The Pandora Box in my brain, fucking hell. I'm so sorry this got so long, I started to rant and couldn't stop

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Imagine, fem Ichigo who concluded highschool and college (maybe she did pedagogy even if Doctor Ichigo is hot, just because here she still has trauma from soul-and-body injuries) without getting her powers back and hearing a phiu of SS (the Karakura Gang getting their shit together before ending the year and then they staying together away from SS bs because the Quincy aren't a thing yet and there's no reason to call them, the janitors op teenagers), and then moving away to get CPS job in one of Japan's "top five must visit" cities, because Inoue and Yuzu gave her the idea that she needed a change of places after staying in Isshin's home so much

Anyway, she starts living and working there (and being the bogey(wo)man we all know and love) and meets this man, Kashimura Kensuke, a scientist with beautiful smiles and pretty blue eyes.

(He's not him, he doesn't have the bloodlust of a man holding his morals with his little finger, the gray eyes of a building storm or the blonde hair that looked like silk. Kensuke was a man build for strength, towering over her and more than half of Japan's population, but with so many soft edges Ichigo was afraid she would accidentally pop him, but– but–

Kashimura Kensuke was flexible in his personality, not only a man written as a softy. He was good where she was bad, was lazy in the mornings where she was the most productive, was angry where was too tired to fight)

They get married after dating for some years, life too short and Ichigo's health getting bad for them to delay, his parents and friends taking most of the chairs and her friends and sisters ready to punch and tear Kensuke if he ever dared to look at her wrong, he winning them over with his himbo charming personality not even five minutes in (they doesn't know about the black cat attending the wedding or all the Shinigami hiding in the shadows. They can't see how one of them holds his Zanpakuto a little too tight)

Their first kid is a ball of sunshine and rage, screaming on top of his lungs like he was already cursing SS, so much like Ichigo that the only thing he has of Kensuke is the color of his eyes, and he is so in love with their kid that Ichigo thinks she falls in love a little more with him (oh, she had bad experiences with her father, and she wouldn't be Ichigo if she let it happen with her kid. She doesn't know if her love for him is real or if it's codependency, if she, somehow, unconsciously made Kensuke Urahara's substitute, but she hopes, oh she hopes, that her love for him is entirely Ichigo's, and not the shadows of her past)

Life is good, life is well.

[Or it would be, if Chuuya had only got his father's eyes, and not Ichigo's sight. A riverbank, a lone child playing with flowers, a hollow Ichigo and Kensuke can't see. An image almost taken from Ichigo's nightmares.

They use their bodies to shield Chuuya until a Shinigami does their job, the uncertainty of the attacks making it hard to do so otherwise]

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I had thought about Ichigo starting to have heath problems in there third year of dating (like, really bad 'oh shit her body is shutting down' bad) and about Ichigo not being able to pass on or even show up in the spirit world thanks to her soul injury, slowly taking energy from her surrounds so she can have a form again, but then just showing up to Chuuya like a third ability that only he can see (like golden demon but with opinions that should be heardTM) (more hollow than Shinigami, more feral than even the ones born in Hueco Mundo – since her mother's instincts are on overdrive) but it was getting too long, so I have to cut myself here before I can start to rant about how Chuuya still being alive even with his ability is because of Ichigo's genes, how he reacts to the spiritual world that believes that he killed his parents and are a little too happy to repeat it or the aunts and his mother's friends that will pop out of nowhere, kick ass and take names before disappearing after exchanging hugs and forehead kisses, and how Kisuke reacts about all of this because I accidentally made them exes or something– I'm shutting up.

Oh WOW yeah that is fucking fantastic. Babe you should totally write this out fully.

#RayRambles #BSD #Bleach

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 7/11/23, timezone change edition

the last time i wrote one of these things, i was not quite fully packed up in ma. now, i am technically temporarily homeless in houston, bc the apartment i originally signed on was completely unlivable. crashing in an acquaintance's guest room for a bit while i have a very bad time with apartment hunting round 2

i have lived in south florida, staten island, and various shithole student housing. i understand seasonal bugs in hot places and things such as different kinds of roaches and palmetto bugs. when i say that apartment had the worst roach infestation i've ever seen i fucking mean it. in theory i will get my full deposits back, but they're taking their sweet fucking time about it.

but having that full yes-i-know-about-seasonal-roaches conversation with new acquaintances and leasing agents takes too long so i've resorted to saying it had a horrific bedbug problem, which everyone seems to go Oh Okay Yeah Reasonable For You To Leave much more quickly.

listening

a lot of early aughts dance pop standards, to chase away the agonies as i drive to and from apartments only to get ghosted, find they were rented a week ago, or find that they look absolutely nothing like the pictures. i was really torn on which britney song to pick for this week until my sister sent me Twin Flame by Maude Latour, which i can only describe as "douchebag get the girl back song but for lesbians". spotify

also how do we like the "featured link from bandcamp or soundcloud with additional spotify link" format? in an ideal world i would buy all my music directly from the artists but realistically i use spotify 90% of the time. i don't know what your life is like, tell me if this is helpful or not.

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reading

my best friend made sad faces at me until i read The Flatshare by Beth O'Leary, and it was a little nice to see someone else's dire housing situation get resolved neatly and with thematic consistence in several hundred pages. it was also nice to text her snippets with "WHAT?????" every so often. this is a reading experience i don't have very often bc our current reading tastes don't overlap even a little bit.

i don't have much to say about it bc i didn't have particularly strong feelings and don't really read mainstream straight romance, so i can't point out what this did differently or well compared to its peers. if nothing else, it was a fluffy bit of distraction, and i think that's kind of the point?

(image from Tor) also read Saad Z. Hossein's Kundo Wakes Up novella in a waffle house while eating some of the best scrambled eggs i've ever had in my life.

this novella was the closest thing i've ever read to "aging English professor has an affair" without actually containing any of those elements. generally i enjoy his work, but this was sort of a way to check up and tie off many characters from previous works with a sort of light frosting of "my wife left me and i don't know why [ rot13:v pna znxr fbzr thrffrf ohg gurer vf ab zbzrag bs frys-ernyvmngvba, bapr ur svaqf uvf jvsr ur whfg perrcf ba ure sebz nsne naq nsgre qrgrezvavat fur'f abg jvgu nalbar arj znxrf gur gerzraqbhf fnpevsvpvny qrpvfvba gb yrnir ure nybar op fur'f zhpu unccvre jvgubhg uvz. gurer vf ab zbzrag bs frys-ernyvmngvba nobhg jul fur zvtug unir yrsg uvz. xhaqb arire trgf bhg bs uvf bja shpxvat urnq bapr.]"

while The Gurkha and the Lord of Thursday novella (TREMENDOUS) and Cyber Mage book (fun but with some dire pacing issues) are fairly standalone, i cannot imagine you'd get much out of Kundo Wakes Up if you haven't read the other two. for some reason none of the libraries i have access to have his other book Djinn City, so we'll have to procure that elsewhere.

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watching

the dnd movie, the day after i broke my lease on the roach apartment. i don't remember a ton about this movie. do generally like a heist. michelle rodriguez was hot

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playing

genshin. listen. it is a free and familiar way to turn my brain off by doing open world exploration and puzzles but CRUCIALLY! most of it is completely new to me. i have not played this game in a year and a half. i have not played this game since right before enkanomiya. there was no chasm. there was no Sumeru. i have absolutely no idea what’s happening lore-wise.

i pulled for the fancy ice claymore lady and got a catboy archer (at least i think it is a catboy? the ears do give a pharaoh hound vibe... he is distinct from the extant dogboy archer). not terrible but not my vibe.

i have been enjoying the shit out of the temporary summer event carnival space. they really did pull out several stops by introducing a ton of genuinely interesting and innovating little new mechanics and mini games. delightful!

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making

altering the worst shorts ive ever seeeeeeeeen with a demure little two-inch side slit on both legs bc my thighs simply will not quit. mens shorts are so much better than womens shorts in nearly every way except for the catastrophic physical fit issues.

when i got ghosted by two different apartments on saturday i bought myself a spoon ring so chunky it makes my other chunky rings look positively delicate by comparison. not very comfy to drive in but fine to wear while tippy tappying on the spreadsheets

a girl i saw for one singular awful date in 2016 called my hands "coarse but honest" and i think about that every time my hands are in a photo. what did that even fucking MEAN, [REDACTED]?

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

[jacob-adler]

Monday — September 25, 2023

Recently, Jacob and his crew had been working overtime to finish editing one of their more recent documentaries shot in Colombia. Although he did most of his work at home, this meant that his sleep schedule was slightly askew compared to his girlfriend Kaia's, whose work always started at 9 AM. Despite being unable to drive her to work in the mornings due to his dire need of sleep, Jacob made sure he always picked her up every day at 5 PM.

That Monday was no different. It certainly felt like any other long Monday.

"Hey, baby," Jacob greeted his girlfriend as soon as he rolled up onto the driveway of her office, giving her a quick peck on the lips. "How was your day?"

"Today, time seemed to drag on," Kaia remarked as Jacob revved up the engine. "I didn't get to go out into the field at all. Instead, we had meetings and trainings all day," she added after securing her seatbelt.

"Not even for your break??"

"We ate lunch through a meeting so, no, not really," she answered to Jacob's great dismay.

"Sounds like you need a home-cooked meal and lots of rest," he decided, steering his truck in the direction of their home. "How about I cook us dinner while you take a good long hot bath? Then we can watch any movie of your liking before bed. In a fort, no less! What do you think?"

"Don't hate me if I fall asleep while you hold me during the movie," Kaia replied with a tired but cheeky smile. "I just feel so peaceful with you." Then, her smile grew a little wider. "A fort? With all the pillows and everything?" She was practically beaming by the end of it. "I love this idea."

Jacob and Kaia arrived home no more than half an hour later. And as planned, Jacob cooked while Kaia washed up.

By the time she was all clean from the day's work, Jacob had transformed their living room to become his best fort yet. Thanks to the countless times he and his twin sister, Kiera, built forts when they were little, he had developed a remarkable knack for constructing them. Even their loyal golden retriever, Cupid, now enjoyed a snug little space of his own.

But just like any movie night, Jacob and Kaia were more interested in each other than whatever was playing on TV.

Kaia gazed up at Jacob, their bodies nestled amongst a mound of plush pillows, and softly confessed, "I can't imagine a world in which you are not by my side."

"I can't believe we were ever friends and didn't even date," Jacob added.

"It was different before," Kaia mused. "I didn't look at you that way. I mean, I wasn't even dating anyone."

"How come?" Jacob's curiosity peaked, remembering having known very little of Kaia despite the two growing up in O'ahu.

"I just had different dreams back then," she mused. "I wasn't looking to settle down or have a family. It was never the goal."

Then, she looked up, and their eyes met, and Jacob could swear he'd never seen her more beautiful than that day.

"What about now?" He boldly asked. "Would you like to have a family? With me?"

"One day," Kaia smiled softly. "If you want to..."

With his arms around her, Jacob pulled her a little closer to him. He said nothing for a while, simply studying every freckle on her perfect face.

"I want to," Jacob said, at last.

"Yeah?"

Growing up, Jacob never knew if or when he'd ever settle. But it was that moment right there, with Kaia's brilliant blue eyes looking into his own, when he knew that he couldn't spend his life with anyone else but her.

"Yeah," he replied in barely a whisper, never taking his eyes off of her. "I mean, I've always wanted to have a family; it was just a matter of when, and who with."

"And what does that look like for you?" Kaia asked, her own voice matching the intimacy of that moment.

"With you," Jacob answered without hesitation. "Definitely with you. And soon. If you'll marry me," he said.

A gentle silence fell between them for a moment before he finally asked those sacred words. "Will you? Marry me?"

Kaia had not expected it, as evident by the surprised look on her face and the way she stammered slightly when responding.

"Marry y—...? Wha—?? Baby." Kaia was in such disbelief that she had to sit up straight and face him completely. "Are you asking now? Or asking if one day I will?" she wondered before a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Because yes, yes to both either way."

"Well, both..." Jacob answered, not quite having registered that his girlfriend had just accepted his spontaneous proposal. "I mean, I'd like to ask in a better setting but essentially yes, I'm asking n—..."

Then it hit him.

"Wait, what?" Now, it was Jacob's turn to sit up straight. "Did you just say yes?"

"Yes," Kaia confirmed, her growing smile now matching his. "I said yes. A thousand times yes, I want to marry you."

With one effortless scoop, Jacob brought Kaia back into his arms where she could sit comfortably on his lap. Looking more alive than when he started that very Monday, he could feel himself beaming with inexplicable joy. Cradling her face with his hands, he gently pressed his forehead against hers and softly confessed, "Fort nights have now become my favourite thing."

And with a deep kiss to seal their fate, Jacob proclaimed, "I love you, baby. And I can't wait to marry you."

#[ jay adler || narrative 01 ] #[ jay x kaia ]

[randomwriteronline]

The sound of waves is soothing and irritating all at once. It almost drives him mad, and then it calms him down again. His heartlight pulses a little quicker than it should. A sense of anxiety gives his rocking motion a strange apprehension.

The sea bears life.

The sea bore us.

His sister's words make him feel sick in his chest.

"Pohatu..."

His head raises suddenly to the grey sky, smiling: "I'm here."

"Where are you siblings?" asks Teridax's voice with a windy whisper, slithering around him.

"Trapped underground."

"Very well," the Makuta's voice purrs; bashful pride swells in the Toa's chest. "Where is the Mask of Light?"

"With Akhmou, to be melted down in the forges."

"Very well," another rumble in the protodermis sea, another caress from the howling gale. "Where are the Turaga Metru?"

"If they haven't been caught already, on the way to me."

"Very, very well, my Toa." Pohatu grins, basking in the quiet praise - but his heartlight stills a moment later as the sky sighs: "And yet..."

Has he done something wrong?

Something bad?

He tried to do everything right, as right as he could.

Did he waste too much time?

Cold winds wrap around him; the ground beneath him seems to sink a little more under his weight, the air curls heavier around his limbs and head, and the entire universe seem to close in on him, to observe him more intently.

He's not scared by this.

He knows Teridax would never hurt him.

He's just trying to understand what he did wrong.

The sounds solidify in the shape of a well-known claw to trace the maskless face he cradles in his arms: "He is still here."

Pohatu looks down.

Takanuva remains unconscious.

"Pohatu..." Teridax asks sweetly, rumbling like a thunderstorm, "You do remember what I've told you... The Toa of Light..."

"But it wasn't his fault!" Pohatu interrupts him. His hold on his little brother tightens slightly. "You said it yourself, Takua has nothing to do with this. If it wasn't for the Turaga, for that mask - he's innocent."

"He is, of course," the Makuta growls, "But danger lurks within him."

The Toa curls around the much larger body in his lap: "But he hasn't done anything wrong," he continues to defend him. "And without the mask he can't do anything, he's just like a Matoran again, without any powers - so I thought... I thought..."

"You disobey me?"

"No! No, no, I'm not disobeying, I don't want to disobey!" he's quick to reassure his master. Nothing frightens him more than the quiet heartbreak in his tone - he's good, he's good, he wants to be good, he wants to be good and useful and someone to be proud of, he doesn't want to make him upset, he doesn't want to disappoint him, it's just... It's just... He looks down, to the closed golden eyes of Takanuva. His shoulders close around him tenderly, to shield him from the cruel world that saw it fit to throw him into such a terrible life. "But he's... He hasn't done anything... He thought - they made him believe he had to, that it was his destiny, it wasn't his fault... He's just Takua... He's just..."

"Your little brother," Teridax finishes for him.

Pohatu nods.

The waves recede until the seabed is almost visible; they crash once more against the cliff with a long, gentle sigh.

"You have much too big a heart, Pohatu," the Makuta tells him, willing the salt in the air to cradle his puppet's head as though it were his palm. "And though it is an admirable thing, it still sometimes blinds you from what must be done - especially when it is in your little brother's best interest."

The Toa looks up, into the sky, to the spectral light of the twin suns. He has no trouble imagining the deep crimson of Teridax's eyes in place of their thin silvery shine.

"He has been turned into my enemy against his will, that is true," the usurper continues, voice low and sweet: "And I cannot execute him for being guilty of a crime others forced him to commit without even knowing what he was truly doing. But he must die regardless, Pohatu - not because he must be brought to justice, like your siblings and their mentors, but because he deserves to be given mercy."

"Mercy?"

"Yes, my Toa, mercy... The very same thing the Turaga denied him. Reflect well: the Avohkii has mutated him, tearing his previous careless, happy existence from him, staining him with the irreversible mark of its blinding light. No matter how far he may run, Destiny will always hound him, chasing him into his demise."

Pohatu hugs his brother closer, as though Destiny was a beast standing right before them in this second, hissing and writhing as it eyes Takanuva with a hungry gaze.

Loving claws of frigid wind soothe his head, caressing it slowly: "Do you see, then?" the waters churn below him, "Death is not a punishment; it is a kindness. Free him from such a horrible fate. Put a gentle end to the life of strife and agony he has been sacrificed to."

This -

This is the only time Pohatu laments following the code.

He would. He would kill Takanuva, right here and now, in his own arms, while he's still unconscious - so he could die loved and safe, without even noticing, drifting into even softer, even deeper sleep.

He would do it for him, so he doesn't have to suffer, so he doesn't have to be torn apart by something else, something so much more terrible than a brother who honestly, honestly loves him, a brother who loves him enough to spare him from something as horrible as a life he should not be forced to live.

He would, he would, he wants to (Teridax is right - what a fool he was for doubting him, when Teridax is always right and always good, and he even talked back to him and argued with him - oh, a fool, a fool, an idiot, a cretin, a worthless mindless sack of rocks - he is so lucky Teridax is so patient with him even when he's this incredibly stupid, so lucky he still cares about him enough to call him dear), but he can't. He can't. He can't.

He rocks Takanuva slowly, for no good reason, and he thinks.

He thinks as hard as he can.

"There's a cave in Po-Metru," he mutters - half to himself, half to the universe, "By the docks - the Visorak horde opened it with a tunnel, but the rest of it caved in... It's under the sea, I remember, with an entrance that can only be found underwater... Getting there was a mess. But I remember the way, I could do it. And the adaptive armor would make it easier. With some luck, the high tide would catch up to him before he could wake up. He wouldn't feel a single thing."

The ground beneath him rumbles: "There," Teridax praises him, "How clever you are, when your mind is clear."

The fear and guilt and worry are washed away from him completely in the mere fraction of a second, like a bad dream chased off by a gentle embrace: Pohatu smiles, embarrassed and flattered.

"Although, just in case luck does not favor us - perhaps, a shackle or two... As he would not understand your act of mercy..."

Of course, of course: "I'll make sure he's secured, Great Spirit."

The grandiose title makes the cliff on which the Toa sits stand even taller as the Makuta preens himself. Great Spirit - yes, of course; that is his name, now, and this is his universe; and oh, it is with such reverence that Pohatu says it, such conviction, such blind all-consuming devotion...

His claws in the shape of the winds lift the Toa's chin up to the sky, his brilliant eyes so eager to make him proud: "Well done, Pohatu," Teridax croons; with another gust of gale he presses against the forehead of his mask to push it down again, in a show of obedience: "I knew you would not disappoint me."

Pohatu never disappoints him.

Pohatu craves to be loved too much to disappoint him.

"Now run along, my dear Toa of Stone. You have a brother to save, and six traitors to imprison."

Pohatu nods, brimming with purpose and quelled anxieties.

Then he disappears, an orange flash beneath grey skies.

The waves keep crashing against the small cliff.

Under it, Hewkii shakes, breathing too fast.

#bionicle #pohatu #makuta teridax #takanuva #hewkii #random writing #orpiment au #mercy killing tw #discussions of it #emotional manipulation tw #me while writing: hehe :) hehehe!!! ohohoho!! >:D yippie!!!! #me while re-reading: oh. oh no. oh fuckin- oh yikes #back to pohatu being nice for a change but also unfortunately we get to see the depths of the chokehold teridax has on him #and ill be fuckin real with ya i got uncomfortable at a point #he is. so desperate for his approval. and so consumed by said desperation. that he will completely change his view of a situation #if teridax presents it to him with the right words. and teridax ALWAYS know how to present it to him with the right words. #that last line wasnt planned but it was a great idea. putting him in the fucking blender. enjoy hell my lad

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Dark!Aemond x oc (Pillars of salt, pillars of sand, Chapter one)

🔷Summary: You are Rhaenyra and harwins daughter, Jace's twin sister. You dont expect when Floris, your best friend, writes you that she is sick, to find your uncle at Storm's end. He offers you a choice. Bend the knee to Aegon or see your brother be fed to his dragon. It is not a difficult choice to make. But as with difficult choices, the consequences are much harder to carry than the choice.

🔷Author's note: Another dark aemond because idk how to write anything else. Though you are warned, i try to out-dark my aemonds everytime.

🔷Warnings: Wounds, torture, eye-removal, bastardy, corrupt guards, kidnapping, hostage-taking, torture, non-con and high valyrian that is not so good because my translator was off. GORE BLOOD (Found anything else? Let me know) forced marriage, abuse, material abuse.)

Your dragon knows the way to Storm’s end all too well. You have been there countless times with Justyce before, after all. Name Day parties with Floris Baratheon, grant balls where both of you snuck out to the kitchen to steal chocolate cakes, and of course the new and certainly not appreciated suitor-meetings that your stepfather and her father set up for both of you. ‘’You are a princess, Maella. The only princess we have. You will do your duty, and marry.’’ Daemon Targaryen would say.

A prince, Daelor from Volantis was supposed to be your suitor for that night. Poor Daelor never had met an actual dragon before, and you have the feeling he won’t soon forget how you threatened to cut his balls and to feed them your own dragon for squeezing your ass. 

You take the reins of Justyce in your right, dominate hand, steering the dragon through the gathered storm clouds, to the impressive castle that lies below, almost hidden and covered. In your other hand, you hold the letter your friend, your closest and most important childhood friend wrote you. Floris’s words echo through your head as you land your dragon in the courtyard. Once this was a difficult task but now you are used to the space you have. You land without kicking over a flower basket. 

Dearest Maella.

I am not well since a few moons ago. I feel as if the Stranger can come get me any moment now. I fear we will never find out if that prince will declare war on us all for your insult with your dragon. My friend, I know your mother’s labor is soon and I understand you are a busy woman who gains more responsibility and power every passing day. Yet I do hope we can say goodbye to one another, one last time. Perhaps even have a chocolate cake while we are at it. 

Your friend in life and whatever comes after, Floris Baratheon.

Storm’s end would not be named Storm’s end if it wasn’t storming there often. Now is unlike any other day. The rain reminds you of how you broke down crying once the letter from Floris reached you. You often wonder if the weather is the reason most Baratheons are that gloomy, Floris included. She is a marvelous person but she has an improper dark humor befitting a servant of the stranger, not a lady. You feel worry starting to grow as you look at the doors of the impressive stronghold. You remember playing here when you were both 6 summers old, with Floris. How time flies. You can't imagine a life without her. So you won’t.

You straighten your back, eye the guards that are standing near to the door and speak with a loud voice, and for a moment you even feel the storm hold back when you yell your titles at the commander, demanding to be let in. ‘’I am Princess Maella of house Velyaron. I am here to see my friend.’’ The commander nods, before escorting you inside, together with the other men.

You are forced to follow him, but you have the feeling something is amiss. ‘’Commander Storm, you don’t have to escort me. I know the way very well.’’ You tell him, catching up with his long legs. He refuses to meet your eye as he announces you to the Baratheon throne room, and once more your titles are heard. 

‘’Princess Maella of house Velyaron. Daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.’’ So he has not heard yet that your mother became Queen. You enter the room, impatiently waiting for them to open the doors for you.

You know the shortcut to the staircase, to Floris’s bedroom very well. Floris’s bedroom is on the tirth. You plan to run past Lord Borros. Lady Elenda is likely off reading somewhere so you won’t have to worry about her. She always asks the most nonsense things. ‘’How are you doing, princess? Is your mother well, princess? Are you engaged yet, princess?’’ You wish she would just let you be.

The guard’s footsteps blend in well with your own, echoing in the ancient halls of storm’s end. You anxiously play with your braided hair as you pass into the dark halls and enter the throne room. This is where the grant balls are held, the majestic feasts are thrown and the guests are received. 

You have been here countless times before. Yet this time feels unmistakably different. It is as if you are asleep and can awake any moment now. From a good, nice dream. 

You can feel life being drained from the room before you enter. You wonder if that is what being sick is like. The letter said Floris was ill, but it did not mention any family members. Your speed of walking on increases and increases and before long you are running into the throne room, lifting your red with black gown to avoid tripping on the fabric.

You want nothing more than to go right up Floris’s rooms, to see your friend. To say your goodbye. Tears sting your eyes as your painful chest and muscles remind you you are not used to running so fast, so long and so carelessly. It is unbefitting, but you think that this calls for an exception from your usual properness. You want to rush to the door, to the stairs, to your friend. 

But someone stops you, by calling out your name in a soft, yet tauntingly dark matter. ‘’Lady Strong. How lovely it is to see you again.’’ Chills go down your spine when those words are spoken to you. There is one man that you know that possesses the audacity to use that insult openly, for he has done so before during a dinner. He speaks more confidently now than he did during that night. Your legs stop, frozen and glued to the stone floors.

Your uncle, Aemond Targaryen calmly stands left of Lord Borros’s throne, slightly tilting his head at you as his only good eye goes over your body, judging your dress. His hands remain on his back, properly. He carries a sword. You did not think to bring any weapons. You would visit your friend. Why would she harm you?  

He stares you down, changing you to deny your true parentage. He wants you to scream at him that you are not a Strong, or perhaps as Jace did, slap him in the face. Both are tempting. Yet you manage to ignore him. He knows how to get under your skin. But you know nothing will annoy him more than ignoring him, pretending he does not matter. Just as he did not matter before he claimed Vhagar. He wants attention, the bully that he is.

You notice a beautifully dressed figure standing aside of him, wearing both the Baratheon colors and a smile. Her smile is enough to break your heart, and to make it bleed. You scowl. Floris Baratheon is there. And she looks far from sick.

Floris is terrified, as her smile is forced and her hands are folded to hide the fact that they tremble. There are a lot of thoughts going through your mind but the one thought that connects it all is treason.

You eye the guards that stand behind you, keeping an eye on you closely. You force yourself to remain calm and glance at Aemond unfazed. You turn your head to Floris, letting your glare be noticed. You want her to feel your anger before you run at her, ignoring your dress and your heels. You don't have a weapon. You don't want to hurt her.

You just want to shake her a bit. Perhaps hit sense into her. You are known for your mother's beauty...And her awful temper. "Lady Floris!" You speak, forcing your voice to become joyful and full of condescension. You hope that she hears the thinly veiled ire in your voice. You hope she can hear your pain. "I received word you were ill. So I came to you. Yet here you stand, dressed and well, with a traitor. For the sake of our friendship, explain yourself." You demand her as her princess.

If Aemond Targaryen gave a damn about your insults he does his best to not show it. He is in all ways; Unbothered. 

Lord Borros listens to the conversation unfold as well as Floris, her mother and her sisters. Yet no one defends Floris. No one.

Aemond finally steps closer and closer to you, closing the distance rapidly. You back away, intimidated. Only when he can reach for you, you let go of Floris. You are seething. 

You left your mother for this. Your mother who can have her baby any moment now. Your mother who always warned you about picking your friends so carefully.

The prince speaks, wettening his soft pink lips before his soft yet rough voice fills the hall. "I am insulted. You should know to treat her uncle better than that, little princess." He speaks. "You might learn I took something important from you." He adds with a smirk. 

You scoff. Aemond does not know you. He never bothered to do so. He only cares for himself. He has nothing on you. You smugly reply. "I don't think you would be able to recognize what is important to me , not even if it slapped you across your face, uncle. You barely know who I am."

He returns a pleased smile, happy with your answer. Pleased even. The smile is forced and broad, terrifying you in every sense of the word. ‘’Isn’t family important to you?’’ He asks.

He knows it is.

‘’It is. Which is why I am returning to Dragonstone right now. The gods will grant my mother another child today.’’ you smirk, preparing to leave the castle.

The guards stop you before you can, however. You freeze as you watch Aemond give them the command, to turn you around and to bring him to you. "Lord Borrros! Lord Borros!" You speak, your voice betraying your fear.

Aemond smirk becomes bigger and bigger befitting a truely sick monster. ‘’I have something important.’’ He repeats once you are in front of him. He stares at your lips softly, running a finger over it. "Hm." He mutters to himself when you take a step back. He chuckles. "īlon istan naejot dīnagon, byka līve." He hisses in your ear. You take in the words in shock.

We were supposed to marry.

Aemond ignores you and gestures to the guards to bring him something. ‘’Bring him." He barks.

The staircase door is unlocked and Commander Storm takes something as you await Aemond's surprise. 

When you see who it is, your heart drops. It is your little brother, Lucerys. 

His dark black hair is cut, with clear scars on his head revealing what happened to it. His face is the worst. His beautiful once so sweet face. He has a split lip, missing teeth and a bloody nose. His eyes are closed. You run to him, unable to stop the tears from streaming down your face.

Aemond grabs your arm, holding you back from your brother. "I have him, Lady Strong. Look at what I did with your little bastard brother." He boasts proudly. You smack Aemond on his nose, anger getting the better of you. He growls as an angry beast. "I will return that insult, little whore.' He growls at you, forgetting his happiness and pride. Good.

You pretend you aren't afraid of him. You are dragged by him to Lucerys. Aemond approaches you in his arms, as if you belong to him. Aemond even smells your hair as you turn away, disgusted. He mutters in your ear. "Jāhor aōha orvorta tuzigho hae sȳz, nyke pendagon?" You gasp by those words and wonder if he is jesting. He has to be.

Yet one look and you can tell he is not. You hear the words again finding the translation easy.

Will your cunt smell as good, I wonder? That is what he said.

The Baratheons have no idea that your uncle said that to you. Luc needs you first.

"Luc! Luc, speak to me." You beg him, when shaking his body full of bruises, kneeling down beside him. You glare at Aemond. "You monster!"

Aemond chuckles. "Careful, Lady Strong. You are already on your knees."  You cradle lucs body. You place your ear on his heart and hear a soft beating. You break into tears. He is alive. Thank the gods.

He advances on both of you and you protect Luc. Aemond snaps his fingers and points at you. Two guards from Borros take you into custody when Aemond takes Lucs body. He kicks luc awake with his leather boots. You scream when it happens for it to stop until your throat is dry.

Finally luc's eyes go open along with his mouth to moan in pure pain and agony. You search for his eyes. But he has none. He has two hollow sockets where once an eye used to be. It is stitched up badly and quickly. Unlike Aemonds scar. They bothered to take their time. This is rushed. The blood still drips. 

Aemond digs in the pocket of his coat before proudly presenting you the familiar brown lovely eyes of your brother. "They are a bit too big to play marbles with, but they do look marvelous don't they lady strong?"

You scream a second time. A soldier is annoyed by it and slaps you to shut you up across your face. Aemond sighs when putting the eyes back, kicking luc until he doubles over on the ground. Luc is blinded. "I never thought you were capable of this." You speak to Aemond. "I thought you..."

The prince smirks. "You thought wrong. You know nothing about me. Which is why I was able to set this lovely trap. Your friend wrote you the letter, "I have you now, Lady Strong."

"No." He does not have you. You refuse to believe that. You refuse to accept any of this. You whimper for your brother. Your beautiful brother. He will never see again. 

The monster grows impatient and he growls at you, spitting in your face on accident."Yes, I do. You have two choices. You will come with me to King's Landing and bend your knees to my brother, or I will feed Lucerys  to Vhagar." He says.

Your stomach turns. "Yo-you can't uncle. We are family. You would never risk starting a war-"

"The war started the second my brother was born years ago. You are blind and naive. Don't worry, my sweet little niece. I will educate you.'" You hear a double meaning there that terrifies you. He asked about your cunt before. He reminded you that you were supposed to be married. 

"Now, will you be a sweet good girl for your uncle, or will you be a bad one?" He chuckles before dragging his nails over your back, causing holes in your dress and pressing your front to his own. He takes hold of your throat and smirks. "You will make the choice; little Lady Strong. Just make sure you make the right one."

a/n:

yeah its another story woop woop hope you all like it.

Specially edited for the redacted

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[lovely-des]

hi can you make headcanons about yandere elijah mikaelson with elena's sister

You're Elena's twin sister who has always been in her shadow until the Mikaelsons arrived to town.

You stop Alaric from dragging Elijah at the dinner party

Elijah keeps his word to protect Elena

Elijah protects you from Klaus

Caroline finds out you're dating Elijah and tells Elena, "Y/n is dating Elijah"

Elena confronts you about it. "Caroline told me you're dating Elijah. Is that true?" "Yes, are you upset?" "No, I'm happy for you two"

Elena talks to Elijah "Promise me, you won't break her heart" "You have my word Elena, I promise"

You confront Caroline "I'm done with you, you've always been telling my business to Elena when I asked you not to" "You didn't tell me not to tell Elena" "God, you didn't get it"

Klaus and the rest of the Mikaelson siblings have a soft and you convince Klaus to stop dragging his siblings "Give me all the daggers and white oak ash" "Fine"

You move to New Orleans with Elijah and his family

You end up asking Rebekah to turn you into a vampire "Bekah, can you turn me into a vampire" "I will after you talk with Elijah about it, what if you want kids, think about your future then come ask me again and I promise I'll turn you into a vampire"

After talking with Elijah about what you want your future together to look like, you decide to hold off on being a vampire

Elijah has on a trip to Paris where he proposed to you "Y/n Y/m Gilbert, you have made the happiest version of myself in the last 1,000 years and I can't imagine spending the rest of my life without you,

will you marry me? "Yes, I'll marry you"

After getting married and coming back from your honeymoon, you find out that you're pregnant

Fours months later, you find out that you're having twins a girl and boy

It's finally time to give birth to your babies and you & Elijah have your daughter Heaven Rose Mikaelson and your son Herrick James Mikaelson after the youngest Mikaelson sibling.

Before you went into labor, you drunk some of Rebekah's blood just incase anything happened to you during labor. Good thing you did because you end up losing a lot of blood and died.

After being the shadow of your twin sister, you finally got your happy ending that doesn't revolve around her

#elena gilbert #caroline forbes #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #bonnie bennett

[humanoidalien27]

The last chapter 😭 I can't believe it's finished. It's also the longest chapter. (I didn't feel like splitting it up. 😂)

Content warning: fluff and goofing off, please enjoy

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Chapter 17

A fresh start

Summer passed by quickly. Fig couldn't stay long, he was only there a few days before he got a bit restless and went back to his professor duties, not that he didn't send owls every once in a while.

Elizabeth, after giving names on the dark wizards she knew was guilty of the unforgivable curses, along side proof and names, was given a pardon. Not that they didn't threaten they'd watch her closely.

It turned out Sara was in fact a squib, but Elizabeth was friends with her sister before her parents decided she wasn't pureblood enough.

Sara admitted to having been shocked to receive Elizabeth's letter, but quickly found you before anything could happen.

Your wizard father was put in Azkaban, probably near Ominis's parent's cell. And though the rest of the Gaunts we're furious about the fact that Ominis was involved in the capture, they didn't retaliate and merely informed him that they don't consider him family anymore.

Not that it bothered him, he could live his life without them. Having the imagined protection of the Ministry and Hogwart's teachers had it's benefits.

The Sallow twins grew closer than you'd ever seen, Anne looked as healthy as Sebastian and though she did still miss her uncle at times, she couldn't forgive him for what he put her brother through.

They were finally getting back to how they used to be, you could tell by the way Sebastian and Ominis smiled.

There were a couple times when you felt like a fourth wheel and stepped back to let them have their time, but as if sensing your mood shift, Ominis would always bring you back into it or move closer to tell you embarrassing stories about them until they'd over hear and scold him.

The relationship between you and Ominis only grew stronger as the summer went on, even if he was embarrassed often by Sebastian teasing you two about it.

Anne squeaked happily, pulling you out of your daydream, as she practically raced through Diagon Alley with Sebastian in tow.

"They're going to be up to no good before we even reach the school gates," Ominis mumbled from beside you.

"At least they keep it interesting," you replied, bumping his shoulder with yours.

"Too interesting sometimes."

"Oh, my goodness they're cute!" Your mom said moving to the animal shop after giving you and Ominis a heart attack.

Elizabeth chuckled as she moved over to keep her from buying all of the animals she saw.

"So, did you get everything you needed for this year?" You asked, already pulling your list from your pocket to check it again.

"Yes, I managed to grab everything while Sebastian and Anne dragged me around as if we haven't been here a hundred times."

Smiling, you glanced his way, seeing him focusing like he was trying to find them in the large crowd.

"They went into the joke shop," you mentioned, earning a heavy sigh.

"I swear, I'm going to need to tie them to something," he mumbled, getting you to laugh.

"Tie bells to them so they sound like reindeer as they run."

He snickered, before his hand slipped into yours, pulling you further into the crowd.

"Where are we going?"

He didn't answer, too busy keeping from colliding into people, at least until we ended up finding Professor Fig.

"Ah, I thought that was you," Ominis teased as Fig chuckled.

"Just getting some last minute things before the start of term," he mentioned, smiling at both of you. "Anything I should know about?"

Nodding you motioned behind you. "I'd avoid Sebastian and Anne, they're in Zonko's and who knows what they have up their sleeves now."

He hummed in thought for a second, before he nodded. "An excellent idea, though I am in a little rush, but it was good to see you both."

You cocked your head as he moved passed you. "Do you get the feeling that everyone is purposely avoiding us?"

Shaking his head, he turned towards you. "I'm sure they're just busy and excited. It's only a few days before we go back to Hogwarts."

Settling for that being the reason, you smiled. "Anne was pretty enthusiastic to be in her robes again, she went to sleep smiling."

Ominis chuckled. "She does know she has extensive exams because she missed them last year."

"Ah, let her enjoy it before you crush her with homework," you teased, squeezing his hand.

"For Merlin's sake, it's like you're married and talking about your child."

You looked over seeing Sebastian staring at you two in disbelief as Anne whacked him on the shoulder. "Forgive my bone-headed brother, he's never had a girlfriend and doesn't understand the concept."

"I beg your pardon, I've had girlfriends before."

Ominis's brows bunched. "I'm quite sure your longest lasting relationship, outside of the three of us, is with Madam Scribner."

You and Anne completely lost it as Sebastian pouted for a second before pulling Ominis away, complaining about how he was supposed to be on his side.

"Man, that was a good one," you whispered, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.

"You rubbed off on him," she teased, before she looped an arm through yours and began down the street.

"I'm pretty sure he's had that before I came into the picture, but I'm more concerned about what you and Sebastian are planning."

She fixed her expression to look innocent. "We're not planning anything, we're just getting a few things to make life at school interesting."

Snickering, you nodded. "You two are going to get enough detentions that you'll still be there long after you graduate, aren't you?"

She grinned, unabashed. "The two of us? You and Ominis are part of this too. I mean, it's not going to be as eventful as your last year, but we'll make do."

Laughing, she bumped into you playfully. "I never really thanked you for watching out for the both of them. You and Ominis are practically tied at the hip lately." She was satisfied with you blushing, so she pressed on. "I don't know where'd Sebastian and I would be if you hadn't found out the truth and convinced me to come back. So, thank you. And for taking that curse out also. I think Sebastian and I would be dead right now if it wasn't for you."

"No, you two are stronger and smarter than you think. I'm sure Sebastian would have found another way to help you."

She smiled as she patted my wrist. "Seeing as you're not going to accept my compliments," she said, narrowing her eyes teasingly. "Just know that we really do appreciate what you've done for us."

"Well, to be fair. If it wasn't for either of them, I'm pretty sure things would have ended up differently too."

She smiled as our attention was drawn to the chaos of the crowd, just staring as people went by.

Getting all of your things together was your top priority. You didn't want to lose anything or leave it behind.

"Hey," Sebastian called, poking his head into the room. "Your moms want you for a second."

He left before you could answer, so you stood up and headed to the kitchen after putting your folded robes in the trunk.

Your moms weren't to be found, instead, Ominis was in the kitchen.

"Do you happen to know where my moms are? Sebastian said they were looking for me."

He smiled as he moved closer. It took you a moment to register the cloth in his hand.

"What are you doing?" You asked as he moved to stand in front of you.

"It's a surprise," he answered, while his fingers brushed over your skin to find your temples, the last thing you saw was a peaceful expression on his face. "My job is to make sure the surprise isn't ruined as I bring you there."

He carefully tied the blindfold, forcing your body to use your other senses to track him.

The soft sound of his clothes as he moved or the light tap of his shoes as he shifted.

It all drowned out instantly as his fingers dragged along the back of your jaw bone, shooting tingles over your skin.

You weren't quite sure what he was doing, but it had your heart racing, something he felt as his pinky rested against your pulse.

He chuckled, sending a puff of air over your lips, which didn't help calm your mind or heart.

When his lips pressed into yours, it felt stronger than it had the first time, maybe because you were blindfolded?

"Happy early birthday," he whispered softly, still close enough to cascade breath over your skin.

You stood dumbfounded as he pulled back and trailed his hands down your arm to grab yours. Signaling he was ready to lead you wherever you were going.

You can't believe you forgot your own birthday. You knew it was on the first day of term, but you'd been so wrapped up in how excited Anne and Sebastian were, that you didn't even think about what else it was.

"Now, this gives a new meaning to the blind leading the blind," you teased, hoping to hide that you forgot it, getting a laugh.

"There's no need to be nervous, I won't let you walk into a wall."

You found it hard to believe him when he sounded way too amused at the idea.

As soon as you felt him tug your hand, you immediately grabbed onto his with your other as he snickered.

He lead you outside, making sure you were careful going down the stairs and through some kind of fabric curtains, before you could hear a bunch of people shifting around nearby.

Ominis let go of your hand, moving behind you to untie your blindfold.

You had to blink to adjust to the light, but once you did, you saw a large tent full of your Hogwarts friends, Deek, Professors Fig, Weasley, Garlick, Hecat and Ronen. The words Happy birthday were hanging like lights as everyone held their wands up to form them and in the center was a cake in the shape of an old pocket watch your dad used to have, which you hadn't seen in years.

"Happy birthday!" Everyone cheered, though Professor Weasley added a bit about making this year less adventurous than the last.

Imelda snickered, but said nothing as the letters popped like fireworks and ended up dusting the cake with rainbow sprinkles, which would turn colors every so often.

"You completely forgot about your birthday, didn't you?" Your mom asked, smiling as she hugged you from the side.

"A little," you admitted, getting a few laughs, before Everett started making a ruckus about the broom races.

"It definitely feels like Hogwarts," you laughed as Imelda was red in the face.

Once things began to wind down, most of the students left with their families, leaving you, Ominis, the Sallow twins, your moms and Fig.

"You never told me the day the dragon attacked was your birthday."

You smiled as you propped your aching feet up on the legs of the table. "Going to Hogwarts was always something I dreamt about, so that letter was the best present I could have asked for."

"What a way to soil the day though," Anne whispered. "Is that why you've sort of adopted Professor Fig as a father figure?"

You glared as Fig's eyes widened, though there was a small smile as you threw some wrapping paper at her. "I told you that in confidence."

"She's worse than Sebastian with secrets, unless they're her own."

That earned him the wrapping paper to the chest, but he merely laughed.

"Noted."

She shrugged as Sebastian gave her a playful push.

"We have one more present for you," your mom said walking over with Elizabeth following. "It's from both of us."

You carefully opened it as you heard something rattling inside.

You tipped the box over your hand and our slipped the pocket watch, making you try to hold back tears as your eyes snapped to your moms.

"Elizabeth found it after I mentioned it a few weeks ago. I know David would want you to have it."

"David?" Ominis asked.

You nodded, knowing he wouldn't be able to see it. "My dad."

His brows pinched when he heard you trying to hold back tears.

"They're happy tears Ominis," Anne informed quickly.

He still scooted close and rested his hand against your back.

"Thank you," you choked out, clasping the watch between your hands. "This is...more than I could ask for."

Your moms' smiled as they squished you into a hug while you accidentally dampened their hair.

"Making the birthday girl cry," Sebastian teased, getting whacked by his sister. "What?"

"Oh shush."

Your moms' pulled back, both smiling sadly as you wiped at your eyes with the back of your hands.

"You okay?" Ominis asked, rubbing your back gently.

"Yeah, I didn't think I was going to see this ever again."

You slipped it into your pocket so you wouldn't lose it as Sara looked to Professor Fig. "Are you staying the night?"

"It was my hope to bring them to school properly this time, without any dragons."

Everyone chuckled as you cleared away the remaining streaks from your cheeks.

"That sounds lovely," Elizabeth smiled. "You're welcome to stay."

"That's kind of you, thank you."

Sara clapped, drawing everyone's attention. "Okay, time to clean up. I'll wash the dishes, twins can you bring them in?" They nodded, already standing. "Elizabeth, will you ready Eleazar's room?"

"And me?" Ominis asked after a moment of silence.

"You're distracting the birthday girl so she doesn't try to help," Anne replied gathering dishes.

They moved from the tent as your eyes turned to Ominis. "You were saddled with babysitting."

He chuckled, shaking his head as he moved his arm over the back of your chair while leaning in.

"How are you doing?"

Smiling while resting your head against his temple carefully, calmed the burning emotions inside. "I'm fine Ominis. It's been a wonderful night."

"I'm glad, we were trying very hard to keep the preparations from you. Knowing how curious you are, we had to get creative."

Chuckling, you squeezed his hand. You had noticed they were acting strange in town, but you weren't going to tell him that.

After a few moments, you felt him press into your head further.

"You're falling asleep, aren't you?"

"No," he replied, though it came out in a low whisper.

Chuckling, you pulled back, making him almost fall into you completely. "Come on, I don't think I'll be able to carry you."

Figuring you were right, he stood up, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand.

You two earned a few snickers as you passed the twins, not that they would say anything out loud and you were too tired to care.

The both of you started to get ready for bed, though once he'd brushed his teeth he left the bathroom to change his clothes, while you quickly showered and changed into your night clothes.

When you walked out into the room, seeing he was sitting in the chair beside the bed, but asleep.

Shaking your head, you moved over and gently shook his shoulder.

"I'm awake," he mumbled, softly sighing, but didn't move to get up.

You tugged on his wrist, but he still didn't budge.

Smirking, you tried to pull him up to his feet, but without help he just ended up flopping against the cushions.

He mumbled out a complaint as he sat up again.

If you could just get him into the bed, you could inform the twins and switch rooms.

This time, when you pulled his arm, he stood up.

You pulled the blankets back, before you sat him down on the bed.

He mumbled something about not needing help as he laid down, but you still pulled the blankets over him and set his wand on the nightstand.

Hearing him sigh as he settled in made you smile, before you shut the light off and headed from the room, running into the twins as you closed the door.

"Put him to bed?" Sebastian asked.

"He didn't even notice he fell asleep in the wrong room," you admitted, scratching your arm awkwardly. "We might have to switch rooms tonight."

"Nuh uh, I just got my pillow the way I like it," Sebastian remarked giving an exaggerated level of sass before heading off to his room.

"He's impossible."

Anne clapped you on the shoulder. "Yes, but we can get revenge on him later." She moved to head after him. "Goodnight."

Realizing they were leaving you to return to share a bed with Ominis, made your heart race at the mere thought.

"Even if I can't, I can sleep on the couch or the floor," you rationalize as you moved opened the door as carefully as possible.

You stood, paced and fretted at the foot of the bed, trying to think of pros and cons of this idea.

You wouldn't mind sharing a bed with him, but when he woke up, would he be upset? Or what if your parents found you? It wouldn't look as innocent as it was.

"Sebastian, can you stop pacing and go to sleep?"

You froze mid-step, looking his way. You didn't realize you were waking him up.

Sighing, your curiosity won and you climbed under the blankets. Even if you kept to the edge, you could feel the dip in the bed and you couldn't seem to trick yourself into believing it was Anne.

Just when you were about to tell yourself you were about to try sleeping on the couch, Ominis rolled over against your back, with his arm going over your side.

Worried you'd breath too loud and wake him, you tried to silence it only to feel like you were suffocating.

His arm tightened as you inhaled sharply.

You had no idea how he couldn't hear your heart practically exploding or slept with a face full of your hair, but if he did this to Sebastian before, he was probably used to it.

Your nerves sent butterflies to go crazy in your chest as you could hear his shallow breathing nearly beside your ear.

It didn't take long before the sound pulled you into a peaceful rest.

As you opened your eyes, the sun burnt at them, forcing you to close them for a second before shielding them, seeing the spot beside you was empty.

Yawning, you sat up and moved to go to the bathroom.

Your mind had forgotten about sharing a bed as your excitement to be heading back to school pushed to the forefront.

You practically danced into the kitchen seeing Anne and Sebastian already at the table.

"Morning," you called, moving to the table.

"Morning," Anne replied, sounding amused which made you look up seeing Sebastian staring at you.

"There's nothing on my face Sebastian, I already looked in the mirror."

He looked unperturbed by your annoyance, but perhaps he was used to your back and forth.

"You're as beautiful on the outside as you are inside," he whispered, still wide eyed.

You froze, before you looked to Anne who was also staring at him. Curious, you reach over and took his cup, sniffing it for any signs of spiking, but it smelt like tea. "Well, you're not drunk, but Ominis will be upset you took some of his tea."

Anne snickered, moving her hand to cover her mouth.

"What?"

She shook her head as you glanced back at Sebastian, who was still staring.

"What's the matter with you this morning?"

It was making you very uncomfortable, he knew you were with Ominis and this was only making things weird.

He blinked as if finally realizing what he was doing and cleared his throat about to explain, but laughter erupted from behind you, getting you to look over, startling as you saw Sebastian.

"Man, your face was priceless," he laughed as he walked over and sat beside Anne, after pointing at a strategically placed mirror.

Your eyes danced between both Sebastians' until the answer came to you.

Polyjuice potion.

"Ominis?" Seeing Sebastian look at you the way he did, made you uneasy. "I'm not kissing you while you look like that."

"Hey, what's wrong with my face?" Sebastian asked with a piece of toast stuffed against his cheek so he could talk.

"Everything," you fired back, earning a flat glance before he rolled his eyes. "So, why'd you polyjuice yourself?"

"It was my idea actually," Sebastian said quickly. "He kept asking me what you looked like and he wouldn't take a Mongrel for an answer."

"You've been cooking a polyjuice potion for a month here?"

He shrugged like it was no big deal. "Why do you think I was persistent you didn't sleep in our room last night? It also gave Ominis butterflies when he found out he slept in the same room as you."

Immediately, Ominis blushed and glared at his doppelganger.

Ignoring Sebastian, you looked at Ominis. "How long ago did you drink that stuff?"

"It should wear off in the next forty minutes," he admitted, his eyes dancing over your features as if trying to commit them to memory.

You glanced between the three of them and shook your head. "Now you're triplets."

Anne laughed. "One Sebastian is enough. I doubt we could handle two."

You nodded as Sebastian tossed a piece of crust at his sister.

She snickered as she looked between us with mischief in her face. "You know what we should do once we get back to Hogwarts?" She paused for effect. "We should try becoming animagi."

The real Sebastian's face lit up as you and Ominis locked gazes, though you smiled. "It definitely feels like this year is going to be as eventful as the last."

"We try to live up to expectations," Anne teased as you heard your parents heading out of their room, with Professor Fig's voice mingling in.

"Well, something to look forward to," you whispered, getting Ominis to sigh playfully dramatic, but nod before anyone could see.

.....

Link to the master post, here. This story is called the Pureblood Muggle.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #fanfiction #ominis x oc #ominis x reader #anne sallow #eleazar fig #finished fanfic #professor fig

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I was falling asleep and I thought about Tommy, Jake's twin brother.

And if she hadn't died, and if she had been left in a coma and awake after Neteyam's birth. He is in Pandora because the Na vi body was his, they knew he would wake up, they did not know when. So they transport him to Pandora.Jake doesn't send it back

They are twins, they have their birthday on the same day, but now Jake has another body, another birthday. Separated birthdays after more than 20 years and not because they are fighting, it is that they will never celebrate their birth together again.One is human the other Na vi. They would be further apart than ever and still missing each other. I am a twin, I have a brother. And we have never EVER celebrated apart. Even if we have a partner, we blow out our candles together even if they are 15 minutes, and then each one with their party or with their partner.

But we always celebrate by ourselves TOGETHER. Is our moment. Just thinking about it hurts me.

Right now he is with me, we both have insomnia, he is in my room we ate an Edible🍁, both with masks reading a Lovecraft book. We even share books. (I am extremely jealous with my books, apart from the fact that they are expensive because I read in Spanish, I don't like to lend them) Although he is a man and I am a woman. We share more and we get along better than I do with my sisters.

*we are 25. I can't imagine a good or bad moment in my life without my other half. We tell each other everything.💜💙

Couple of thoughts on this.

First waking from a coma is a long process, especially a long one like this. It isn't like in the movies where the person wakes up and suddenly they are all better. Not only does it take them a while to fully regain consciousness but it takes a long time to be able to do ANYTHING! I have had a couple of family members go through this process due to vehicle accidents and they had to relearn how to do almost everything. The physical therapy for that plus to help them regain muscle mass took one of my family members over a year.

Now second, I've know multiple sets of twins and all of them have a special connection like you and your brother do Anon. I do not think Jake would want to lose that, even if he thought Tommy was never going to wake up. In my mind Jake would wait until his actual birthday to be transfered to the Avatar body, that connection means to much to lose.

It would hurt too much knowing Jake as a Na'vi is already going to outlive Tommy by decades. Na'vi live so much longer than humans and that longevity would transfer, if not fully than partially, to the Avatar body thanks to the Na'vi part of the Avatar. Knowing he would have to watch Tommy grow old and die, whether he woke up or not, Jake would want to remain as connected to Tommy as he could.

I can see Norm radioing to tell Jake that Tommy was waking up. Jake would rush to Hell's Gate and be confused why Tommy was still unconscious. "I thought you said he was awake." Would be used at least once in a betrayed manner.

Norm would have to explain that Tommy is waking up but it will still be a while. He would have to explain that it will take a long time for Tommy to fully wake and even longer to be able to function. Norm isn't the kind to beat around the bush. He would explain in detail what Jake could expect.

For the next while Jake would be at Hell's Gate everyday, not all day but he would make sure to get there to check on his brother. Thanks to this Jake was there the first time Tommy actually woke up.

For the first time in years Jake and Tommy celebrate their birthdays together. Jake is like a kid in a candy store on this day, even if Tommy would love pointing out that he is now the older brother. "My body is older than yours... Little brother!" Or "When I was your age." Come on you can't tell me brothers, even twins, wouldn't poke fun at each other. It's what siblings do.

#jake sully #tommy sully #avatar the way of water #avatar #twin bond