#Souls Under FIre Clan

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watching them as they train. ⭒ mk1

—✦requsted by anon.∗ imagine watching liu kang, kenshi, bi han, kuai liang, and tomas working out. you can’t help but ogle them. their muscles straining visibly, they are panting, sweat is rolling off them, THEN feeling them up. how do the guys feel about this?

╰┈➤ tags: spicy, sfw, pet names, sweating, watching, flirting, tattoo, gn!reader, use of y/n, no specific use of gender, boyfriend dynamic, fluff, ‘s all I suppose. ✩ wc: 2.3k ✩ rose’s notes: offf, this one was so spicy to write and I like how I imagined this entirely while reading your request, lol, love ya & thanks for this hot request! hope you all will like, enjoy. [also, changed the aesthetic of requests post, hope this one is prettier. muah!]

✩ liu kang.

being the god of fire, protector of the earthrealm, and having a decent power in his system, he needs to train his muscles, physical strength, and power as well as he does with his mindset. watching him sitting down on the carpet, eyes closed, hands connected while being inside his mind to power it up as if he’s not the most powerful soul in the entire timeline is the thing you do as a habit now, so, it’s not surprising when you find yourself sitting on one of the benches on the training area as he trains alone – no one else, just you and him.

it’s different than watching his peaceful closed eyes, a little smirk on his face from time to time as he knows you’re there to take a sight of his meditation – because he gladly allows you to. it’s different even within the air – it’s too hot to handle and the wind doesn’t help at all because how he has no particular sleeve on his upper part, wearing just pants as he trains with his sharp movements.

muscles getting tighter, sweat running from his neck to his exposed chest, professionalism is as clear as the sun’s rays and you can’t stop thinking about how easily he will use his skillful hands on your body – he’s making you weak by only training and you know that he acknowledges his effects on you, making his training session sharper and more powerful than it is needed as he turns his back, arms move fast, making his back’s muscles go visible to your eyes.

mouth getting wet on its own, your eyes travel from his sweaty hair to his sharp jaw, arms with visible veins, white tattoos covering his arms and a part of his chest beautifully, sweat flowing from there until they reach his abdomen, making you gulp in excitement.

is it wrong to fantasize about a god? you can’t answer, and you don’t care about it either – well, at least, your instincts don’t care because without calculating its outcomes, your legs move on their own as you get up, slowly approaching him. with each step you can hear his deep breaths, and can see his sweats shine under the light of the sun.

he stops at his movements when he feels you near, chest rising up and down still. standing in front of him with warm breaths hitting his hot chest, you can’t help but touch his arms’ tattoos full of sweat – slowly enough to get a warning from his parted lips. “y/n –“

“yes, my lord?”

you can see his eyes narrowing, mind studying the situation and knowing that you will not stop, not after both of your hands happen to be on his chest, rubbing his muscles from time to time and earning another warning from him as he grips your wrists – fingers still playing with his arm muscles, getting wet, “you should stop, I need to train for one more hour, pretty.”

“train with me,” you say, putting a kiss on his exposed chest before turning over, knowing the god of fire, the man of determination, can’t resist your open invitation, and agreeing.

“you will be the death of me, my love,” he says, picking you up in bridal style as he goes to his room – to train with you of course, much hotter this time.

✩ kenshi.

to get back his sword from johnny, and be worthy of his clan once again, kenshi tries his best – so hard to accomplish his aims – he needs to be strong, he knows it, and the knowledge pushes him to train over and over again until he can beat everyone who crosses his way and avoiding him to reach his destination.

and there’s one more reason behind it – having you as his audience. his beloved lover who likes to watch him get a good view of his exposed body, half-naked, showing his muscles off even though he will deny it. he can have his orange training clothes to wear but in that way, he won’t be able to see your parted lips that you bite and lick occasionally, eyes shining as they travel on his body shamelessly, hands move rapidly because of not knowing where to put them because your mind is not working entirely when he winks at you whenever he changes the way he trains – legs, arms, back muscles – doesn’t matter as long as you get heat rushing on your body which he knows so well.

“liked what you see, love?” he will ask, smiling down at you when he takes a break, chest rising up and down as he stands on his foot, hovering over you, teasing because it’s so fun to play with your cute mind.

“u-huh,” you say, looking at his chest and waist covered with sweat rather than his eyes directed at you, “like it so much –“ you add, and to his surprise, you put your hands on his waist, pulling him closer to you as you sit on the bench still, and eyes turning up to find him, “are you doing it for me to like it?” you tease back as your hands move from his waist to his abdomen, feeling his six packs tighten under your fingertips. “cute.”

“not as cute as you, prettiest.”

then, he will make sure you put your hands on his body whenever he takes breaks until he is done with training and takes you into his room, admiring your body the way you do to his. after all, he is such a pleaser that he needs to return the favor.

✩ bi han.

for being the grandmaster of the lin kuei clan, the man who seeks great power, bi han trains a lot – he needs to, he has to.

he never gets exhausted by training with his potent stamina and determination to become the best – the strongest to bring great accomplishments to his clan. also, he never gets tired of having you beside him as he trains after he tells you to watch him closely to see what a true and good training session will look like – well, half truth half lie because it’s not the only reason why he keeps taking you into the area, having you sit down on the carpet, on your knees and watch him – it’s all because of you though, you were the first one who requested to do it and from the way you look at him, his body and mostly muscles with parted pretty lips, he can’t bring himself to train alone when he can your pretty face lighten up with desire of him as he does it.

knowing he does it on purpose, you sit down on the carpet calmly – as much as you can anyway, watching him having only his pants on, ice appearing on his hands until it reaches his elbows, the temperature getting colder but you don’t – it only gets warmer for you when your eyes travel on his torso, chest, shoulders, arms – full of muscles and sweat, getting tighter from time to time with the impact of his hard training. oh, you think, he truly deserves the title of grandmaster.

thighs clenching together, hands getting between your legs, eyes sparkling, and lips getting licked, you know bi han laughs menacingly inside his mind whenever he takes a look at your messy situation – he definitely does it on purpose, doesn’t he?

your question is answered when he cleans his sweat with a towel before sitting in front of you on his knees, hands positioned on his lap, raising an eyebrow he asks, “did you learn anything from my training, y/n?”

nodding, you challenge him by saying, “yeah, I learned how your muscles move so beautifully, sir.”

he chuckles deeply, and letting you do what you wanted to do before, taking you by the wrist, he puts your hand down on his shoulders, “now learn how they feel under your touch, doll. it’s what your hands carve after all.”

instead of saying anything, you use your hand movements as an answer – massaging his rigid muscles on the shoulders, moving from his chest from there until they find his abdomen, full of thick packs, showing his masculinity off so perfectly that you put a kiss on his exposed body, earning a low growl from the man.

“if you keep doing that, I will use your body as my training tool, princess.”

he sounds deep and hot – you’re being a brat. “then, do it.” and he does it in a way you can never imagine before experiencing it.

✩ kuai liang.

he doesn’t mind having your company when he finds alone time to train his abilities to make them reach the highest point; on the contrary, he finds it amusing how you even bring snacks with you as if his training session is a scene coming out of your favorite show – you admit it though, he’s your favorite show to watch because how it cannot be when he has sightworthy attractive and cute features, especially in the training area in which he has nothing on the half of his body – yes, you see it every day and night yet it’s far more different when it comes to seeing him training with his tools to strength himself up.

watching him jumping, crouching, using his knives with long ropes you happen to have on your wrist a night ago, your hand stop in mid-air, not being able to eat a snack because of how your mouth keeps getting wet – the hotness coming from him and hitting you on the face heavily isn’t related to his ability, no, it’s only coming thanks to being so damn attractive right now; all sweaty, breathing heavily and rapidly, movements perfect, gaze he gives to you breathtaking.

“what is it princess?” he will ask, a knowing smile on his face, taking a bottle of water to drink as he sits down beside you, radiating two different kinds of warmness to your body, “I am the one who trains and you seem to be the one with no steady breath.”

his teasing stops when you can’t help yourself and touch the scorpion tattoo on his thick and big arm, moving from there to his shoulder slowly. chuckling, you say as your hands travel on his wet chest and abdomen playfully, “who has no steady breath now handsome?”

“oh?” he holds your wrist, pulling you closer, hot breath hitting your neck when he puts a kiss on there, “when I am finished with the train, you even won’t be able to have a brain to remember how to breathe, pretty.”

✩ tomas.

“what now?” he will ask firstly, trying to find a few excuses to tell after you sit on the ground, smiling widely and telling him you want to watch him as he trains – because, ugh, he knows he will get all shy and missing a few steps, or doing his sessions incorrectly with the effects of having your piercing eyes on him, studying him, literally seeing every move and it makes him a bit nervous because being the cute little boyfriend, tomas wants to be as perfect as he can be in front of you – no one else’s, except his brothers.

his desire to impress you in every way, the situation as possible gives him a bit of sadness when he shows some weakness as he does exercises, you behind him, sitting and watching – oh, he sucks, isn’t he – he will think until the moment he realizes that you don’t watch him train – well, you do, but not with the way he excepts.

your eyes scanning his arm muscles, back, thighs, and hands as if he’s a piece of art with thick and sharp features he has – he can see how you bite your lip from time to time, smiling face is long gone, replaced by the expression of passion and tomas can’t decide which one makes him happier; to realize his not-so-perfect training isn’t understood by you or to witness your greedy gazes as you keep your eyes on him, clearly liking what you see.

being addicted to pleasing you, tomas smiles at himself and without hesitation, he takes his tight sleeveless top off of his body, showing his body underneath it – getting proud when you begin to lick your lips, thighs getting clenched with pure instincts.

even at his shiest moment, he teases you by standing between your legs, holding you by the chin, and making you look into his shining eyes with joy, “you’re quite an admirer, my love, aren’t you?” he asks, leaving you dumb for a moment before you come into your senses, smiling as your palms position on his exposed chest, playing.

it’s his turn to be dumb at the sudden action, “after what I am watching is the most beautiful sight in all realms, of course.” your hands are shameless as they flow on his top, admiring it as a true admirer.

“then let me put on a show only for you, my goddess.”

#✭― requested by anon! #mk1 #mk1 x reader #liu kang #liu kang x reader #kenshi takahashi #kenshi x reader #bi han #sub zero #bi han x reader #kuai liang #kuai liang x reader #scorpion #tomas vrbada #tomas x reader #smoke #smoke x reader #scorpion x reader #mk1 fluff #mk1 spicy #✿ so much thanks and kisses to anon who requested this! was so fun to write & hope you all find it fun to read too especially you anon #*muah*

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Kinktober Day 1- Mafia! Miguel O'Hara

        In this Universe, it was not just the villains' you had to be afraid of. In every corner of the city of Nueva York, there were members of the mafia. The amount of families that ran different parts of this city were starting to make one lose count. No matter how safe you felt, you weren't. Everyone, including you, knew better than to mess with anyone. It was best to keep your head down and mind your own business. At least you wanted to.

        It was just another ordinary work day for you. The alarm clock was put on snooze more times than you could count, and now you were running late. Hurrying down the street with a poorly prepared sandwich in hand, you begged to make it in time for work. It was a miracle that the clothes you wore even matched properly. Honestly, preparing the night before always sounded like a great idea. It was just a shame you were too tired to do so.

        Right as the signal changed to walk, gunshots were heard. Everybody ran the opposite direction, knowing better than to get anywhere near. Everyone, except you. Your lateness was going to get you either fired or killed. As of right now, being killed sounded better than being fired. At least it did in your mind before you actually ran towards your job in the mist of another gang war. The tears in your sandwich were going to be a grim reminder to wake up earlier tomorrow-if you lived till then.

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        Miguel sat in his vehicle, watching his men go at it with the members of the Vulture clan. He had warned them several times to do this inside, but what point was there to talk with idiots? Needing some fresh air, Miguel stepped out of his car. How much longer until the other side gives up? Wanting to reach for his own gun, Miguel heard the cries of a woman. It was an all too familiar sound. He knew of the effect he had on them.

"Oh?" A slight smirk formed against his lips as he watched you run through the middle of a warzone, "Qué idiota. (What a dumbass)" He muttered under his breathe.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't be late next time! I'm sorry!" You cried repeatedly as you fell on the ground, holding your head.

        Miguel found you entertaining. He drew his gun and proceeded to make his way over to your trembling body. Luckily, he only had to fire a few times before his foot was near your (h/l) (h/c) hair. With ease, he grabbed your arm and lifted you towards him. Like instinct, you grabbed onto him, apologizing like there was no tomorrow. A smug grin formed against his lips.

"Parece que me encontré con un perro callejero. No puedo dejar a una cosita tan bonita como tú aquí sola. (Looks like I found me a stray. Can't leave a pretty little thing like you out here alone)" He said lowly. Finally, you raised your head,

"I-I'm so sorry. I was just late for work and...and...You have a gun." Your words kept stuttered as your brain finally started to connect the dots, "I swear I didn't see anything! I'm just passing through! I'm so sorry!"

"What's your name?" Miguel asked as he led you to his car.

"(Y/N)" You replied, watching his every move.

        You were terrified. You had almost died and were saved by a mafia member. Now your life was in his large hands. His beautiful red orbs felt like they were staring into your soul. There wasn't even a speck of dust on this man's clothes. He was so tall and seemed to be on another level than the other guys. Perhaps owing your life to him was not so bad after all. He was handsome and honestly, if he asked you to do something, you probably would.

"Te haré un buen uso si te gusta lo que ves. (I'll make good use of you if you like what you see.)" Miguel's smirk only widen. It took you a minute to slap your flustered cheeks and get your head out of the gutter,

"Huh? I'm sorry, I don't understand Spanish." You politely told him, not wanting to anger the man with a gun. Miguel motioned you aside before entering the car as well,

"I asked where you worked. I'll take you there."

"Are you sure? I'm already being a burden to you."

"You'll be paying me back of course," Miguel's eyes pierced yours, "Just do what I say and we'll be even."

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"Ugh, Qué descuidado. Nunca has estado con un hombre, ¿verdad? (How sloppy. You've never been with a man, have you?)" Miguel hissed as you sucked on his large cock.

        His hand held your head, guiding you down his shaft. Tears threaten to spill as you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. He was far too long and you had no experience doing something like this. Stroking your hands against his cock, you tried your best to please him. He did save your life after all. Swirling your tongue against his tip, you felt him twitch. He hand returned to your head and started to move you on his own. It hurt as he fucked your mouth, but it made you feel hot.

"Swallow." Miguel commanded as he shoved his cock deep into your mouth. It burned and hurt your jaw, but you did as he said, "Good girl."

        You let out a cough, trying to hold your composure. Miguel lifted you up and placed you on his lap. He slid your underwear to the side, sliding a finger inside your wet hole. Moans escaped your throat as you held onto his shoulders. His thick fingers stretched you out better than your own toys. It felt good. With a sudden curl, Miguel had you putty in his arms. Your moans were getting louder as your felt your climax approaching.

"Que guarra. A punto de correrme solo con mi dedo. (How slutty. About to cum with just my finger.)"

        If only you knew what he was saying. It turned you on more just thinking about the naughty things he was calling you. This sexy stranger who saved your life was now about to fuck you in his car. You should be regretting this, but your better judgement was telling you otherwise. Feeling Miguel remove his finger made you mewl in protest. His placed his fingers' in your mouth as he lowered your waist.

        Your eyes widen as you felt him slowly enter your throbbing hole. It was hurting. Your small hands gripped onto Miguel, trembling from the feeling of being stretched out. Instead of slowing down, Miguel held your waist and slammed you down on his cock. Your back arched as you let out a cry from your orgasm. He was so deep inside you. Your body felt so full that it made your brain all fuzzy. This was something knew that you weren't sure if you wanted to stop.

"Already? We still have 20 minutes until we arrive at your work. Don't give up on me now," Miguel told you as he thrusted his hips up.

        Another cry escaped your throat as you felt his tip hit your cervix. Miguel was enjoyed this by the lick of his lips. He demanded that you started moving. That hungry look in his eyes every time you bounced on his cock. You felt like you couldn't get enough. Your legs were shaking as each thrust made your stomach turn. Sloppy moans and cries were all you can come up with as his cock bullied your cunt. This man was going to destroy you. Feeling his hands grip your hips was a sign.

"I'll take over now," Miguel's smirk never faded, "Voy a hacerte mi juguete personal, cariño. No tendrás que preocuparte por llegar tarde al trabajo si tu trabajo es mi polla dentro de ti. (I'm going to make you my personal toy, sweetheart. You won't need to worry about being late to work if your job is my cock inside you.)" He whispered in your ear.

        Whatever he said made your body shiver in delight. Miguel moved you against the car seat, slamming his hips into yours. He held your waist up, enjoying the view. Your lewd expressions were one of a kind. The way your boobs bounced with every thrust and how your body twitched when he pounded you were delightful. He could soak in every fiber of your being. You were his new favorite. Feeling your hole suck him made his smirk widen more.

        He moved your legs above his shoulders, enjoying your cried of pleasure as he ventured further inside you. His cock twitched as he neared his orgasm, wanting you to reach yours first. He leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth while his thumb rubbed your clit. His ears perked up as you called his name out. Your body arched once more as he cam on his dick. Miguel chuckled as he picked up his pace. He groaned lowly, shoving himself as far back as he could, coating your walls white.

"M-Miguel....That...was amazing," You barely breathed out. Miguel fixed his hair before reaching for your cheek,

"We're not done yet. We still have 17 minutes until you reach your job...If you decide to work there anymore when I'm done with you." He chuckled darkly, thrusting his hips into once more. You let out a cry, gripping onto the car seat,

"B-But I have...to ah...w-work for...ah~" Your words fell on deaf ears. Miguel was going to fuck the idea of work out of your brain,

"You got saved by me. Whether you like it or not, you're going to be mine now."

"M-Mig-"

"Not everyone gets a chance to be the leader's pet. Enjoy my cock inside you because I'm not letting you go."

        Only a whimper could escape your lips as Miguel kept bullying his cock inside you. Your legs started to grow numb. All you could feel is Miguel. 

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"Everyone is dismissed." Miguel spat as he finished his meeting, "Lyla, make sure Peter gets informed on what we discussed. Make sure he gets here on time next time."

"Yes, sir." Lyla said with a chip.

        Once everyone was gone and the door was shut, Miguel moved back slightly. A smirk formed against his lips as he looked down at you. You had been under his desk during the whole meeting, sucking and playing with his cock. Miguel reached out to stroke your hair, enjoying you nuzzle your head into his hand.

"You've gotten better, cariño. How naughty of you to try and distract me while working." He said with a grin. You climbed onto his lip, bringing him in for a kiss,

"At least I was early," You said with a soft whine. Miguel agreed before filling you with his dick, "Mhpm, I-I was going to...hah...ask...if we can, ah, g-go for d-dinner." You whimpered, trembling at his brutal pace. 

"¿Cena? Estoy a punto de llenarte aquí y ahora. (Dinner? I'm about to fill you up right here and now.)" 

"M-Miguel..." You moaned, holding onto him as you felt your high approaching.

        Miguel licked his lips as he watched you melt under his touch. You had been by his side for almost a year now. The family was hesitant to welcome you, but quickly did once they saw how much Miguel enjoyed your company. Needless to say, you never had to worry about being late for work again. Your job was to keep Miguel satisficed, which was a simple task since you lived with him. From dawn to dusk, Miguel used your body to fuel his lust. He liked you far more than anyone before and that was not going to change anytime soon. You belonged to Miguel now and forever.

"Say it again for me." Miguel demanded as he laid you against his desk. You cried softly as he pounded your poor pussy,

"T-Thank you for saving me,"

"Una vez más. (One more time.)"

"A-Ah~ T-Thank y-you for saving me~"

"Good girl."

#miguel o'hara #kinktober #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099

[vampsywrites]

Can you do one where Ao'nung is an asshole with everyone but his wife/courted. Like he'll forget to use manners, one gentle but reprimanding tug of his ear and he adds a, "please" to the end of his sentence.

I can see Ronal finding this very amusing.

my soul, you really took my soul

synopsis: moments where fishlips is soft for you <3

tags: established relationship, kissing n making out, lo'ak trying to impress fishlips, i believe in whipped! ao'nung supremacy

author's note: sorry for the late response! my laptop exploded <3

Your laughter filled the air as Ao'nung planted warm kisses across your face, his large hands cupping your face delicately.

"Hmm, Ao'nung," you purred, a soft grin adorning your lips as you inclined your head, reveling in the tender affection.

The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this precious moment. But even amidst the sweetness, a gentle reminder of reality pulled you back.

"There are people around," you managed to say between your laughter, fully aware of the curious eyes that might be watching your affectionate display with the chief's son.

"Yeah?" Ao'nung's mischievous smirk only grew broader, his eyes dancing with a playful glimmer as he cast aside any concerns. He pulled you in even closer, his hands resting upon your hips as he drew you into a deep kiss.

"Let them watch then," he grinned, his fangs lightly grazing against your bottom lip as he spoke.

Just as the two of you were fully immersed in this intimate moment, it was abruptly interrupted by a shout.

"Fishlips!" Lo'ak called out, brandishing a fishing net, his tone dripping with self-satisfaction.

Ao'nung cursed under his breath, distancing himself from your embrace as he directed a scowl towards Lo'ak.

"What?" he snapped, his voice tinged with impatience, yearning to be away from the unwelcome disruption.

Undeterred, Lo'ak displayed his spoil. "Look what I caught," he smirked, raising the net filled with a writhing dinicthoid for all to see.

Even from a distance, the creature's appearance was apparent, with its gargoyle-like features, beady red eyes, and razor-sharp teeth. Despite its dangerous allure, the dinicthoid held great significance to the Na'vi, and capturing one during the hunt was a testament to a warrior's bravery.

"Got it on the first try," the Omatikayan boasted, dropping the squirming fish at Ao'nung's feet with a resounding thud.

Ao'nung regarded the catch with narrowed eyes, a trace of admiration flickering beneath his facade. "Must have been a lucky shot," he grumbled, trying to downplay his surprise in front of Lo'ak.

Tutting softly, you reached out and lightly swatted the side of his head, a gesture that only you could get away with. Ao'nung felt a mixture of embarrassment and affection as he gazed at you with mild bewilderment.

"Come on," you said, your tone light. "Give him some credit. Lo'ak provided for the clan, and we should appreciate that."

Ao'nung sighed, ears flickering back. By your command, he turned back to Lo'ak and offered a begrudging nod. "Well done, forest boy," he mumbled, attempting to conceal the annoyance that gnawed at him.

Satisfied with the acknowledgment, Lo'ak swaggered away, his pride evident in every step.

"Finally," Ao'nung huffed, a mix of relief and exasperation in his voice. He turned to you, a slight smile forming at the edges of his lips, as if your presence could chase away all his frustrations. "Thought he would never leave."

"Well, now he has," you replied, a glimmer of mischief dancing in your eyes as your tail playfully trailed up his thigh. "Now, where were we?"

Ao'nung's gruff exterior melted away, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he leaned in to meet you halfway. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his embrace.

As the night settled in, the village gathered around a crackling fire, its warmth and light creating a cozy atmosphere. The scent of roasted fish wafted through the air, mingling with the sounds of laughter and the rhythmic beat of drums. The clan was in high spirits, celebrating the fresh snd successful hunt.

"Right here," he whispered, voice a gentle rumble as he connected his lips to yours.

You sat beside Ao'nung, eating with him from your shared plate. It was a routine you two had grown used to after so many years together. He had always appreciated your presence, finding comfort in the familiarity of your company amidst the bustling celebration. The way your laughter blended with the melodic chants and the soft murmur of conversations added to the sense of belonging and togetherness that filled the air.

"Yawne," Ao'nung called out, his attention momentarily drawn to his meal. "Pass me that sauce."

Instead of obliging immediately, you gave him a playful look, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, you reached up to pinch at his ear. Ao'nung jerked back, letting out a grunt of pain.

With a knowing expression, you met his gaze. Understanding your unspoken message, Ao'nung heaved a dramatic sigh of defeat.

"Ma'yawne," he called out again, adding a hint of contrition in his voice. "Please pass me that sauce," he grunted out, emphasizing the word you oh so wished to hear.

"That's better. It doesn't hurt to be polite," you grin, fingers brushing against his momentarily as you passed the bowl, sending an electrifying warmth coursing through him.

Your smile widened, and you reached for the wooden bowl with a nod of approval.

Ao'nung grumbled good-naturedly, but his heart swelled with warmth as he wrapped a strong arm around your middle, pulling you flush against him. The little tug-of-war between you had always been a part of your relationship, and it was something he treasured deeply even if he didn't say it out loud.

Across the table, both Ronal and Tonowari watched the scene before them in amusement. No matter how many times they saw it, your interactions and dynamics were always so entertaining to them.

Ao'nung notices their states and turns to them with a irked look, brow raised, "Is there something you need?"

"No," Ronal hums, lips curling into a half-smile at her son's annoyed glower, "We are just glad someone has finally managed to tame you."

#💫—vampsywrites #avatar the way of water #avatar #ao'nung x reader #ao'nung x metkayina!reader #ao'nung atwow #ao'nung #lo'ak #aonung x reader #aonung #ao'nung x you #ao'nung imagines

[makoodles]

ミ tìtunu

i'm so excited to be posting for my man tsu'tey, because he is criminally under-rated. (look at that gif! i'm going feral).

🍓pairing: tsu'tey x fem human reader

🍓word count: 4k

🍓tags: she/her pronouns for reader, alien courting rituals, misunderstandings, mentions of vomiting (not too graphic, but a warning all the same!)

masterlist

part one | part two | part three (nsfw) | part four (nsfw)

reblogs are always enormously appreciated!

Life is not going how Tsu’tey had intended.

It starts with the arrival of Jakesully, the demon’s acceptance into the clan, the ensuing war against the Sky People, and Tsu’tey’s own uncomfortably close brush with death after falling from the human’s large flying machine. His whole life has been disrupted, his plans and motivations, his hopes and his expectations. Jakesully is a moron, but he is Tsu’tey’s brother now. Bonds have been forged in fire and blood as they fought together against the demon invaders from the sky, and Tsu’tey has no choice but to accept his fate. It will take time to become accustomed to his new role within the clan, no longer as a future leader but always as a protector, but he is adjusting as well as he can.

While he has suffered many blows to his pride in recent months, not least his grievous injury that has prevented him from taking part in his usual routine with the rest of the clan’s warriors, he is still a blooded male of the clan. Now that Neytiri has mated with Jakesully, Tsu’tey himself is free to pick a mate of his own, unburdened by the expectations of leadership. It’s both a liberating and humiliating thought, and he has to admit that it does his wounded pride some good to be on the receiving end of mating interest from so many attractive prospects within the clan.

Any of the Omaticayan women that have shown interest in him so far would be perfectly respectable choices. Txisma is one of the best weavers among the People, her creations sturdy and reliable while also colourful and beautiful. Ninat is the best singer of the clan, her voice bright and clear as her songs bring joy to all who listen. Even Saeyla, ever so consistently loyal despite the fact that he has already rejected her, would be a perfectly respectable choice as a mate.

But the real, ultimate indignity of it all is that Tsu’tey can’t manage to drum up any interest in any of them. No matter how much they smile at him so coyly and prettily, no matter how impressive their displays of skill are, no matter how quick and deadly and proficient they are at fighting, he can’t manage to force himself to look at them with anything more than detached appreciation.

Perhaps the Sky People had injured him beyond repair when they had hurt him and pushed him from their enormous metal bird. 

That is the only reason he can think of to explain why the one person who has captured his thoughts so wholly is you, the little human demon that is constantly lurking around the Omaticaya camp.

In the beginning, his fixation is driven by aggravation and fury. After the destruction of Hometree, the People move as one to a spot just south of the Well of Souls and set up a temporary encampment there. When the humans that remain after the RDA have left his planet are invited by Jakesully to their new settlement to spend time with them in a show of tentative co-operation, Tsu’tey spends the whole time scowling in your direction. Jakesully had proven himself a good leader and has earned Tsu’tey’s respect, which is perhaps the only reason that he initially accepted the presence of these Sky People in their new home. Even with his reluctant acceptance, he meets the tiny demons with suspicion and hostility. You, especially.

You infuriate him. Too small, terribly soft and squishy, unable to hold a bow or wield a spear or do anything useful. You came here with the rest of the Sky People, but you are not a warrior like Jakesully. Instead you spend all of your time reading books and studying the plants of his planet. But you don’t even study them in any useful way! You sketch them and take notes, and make frequent exclamations about how wonderful it all is, but you don’t do anything useful, at least as far as Tsu’tey can see.

It had taken him a terribly long time to realise what was happening. 

In the beginning, his eyes had cut towards you with animosity and mistrust – your interest in the plant life and the world around you had seemed so odd after the destruction the rest of your people had caused, and he watched you intently for any signs that you meant to cause harm to the People. But those signs never come.

You were polite, interested in his culture, and awed by nature and Eywa all around. You even learned the language of the People, though admittedly with a heavy accent. It’s… more endearing than it should be.

It takes a while for him to realise that he’s watching you far more than he watches the other little demons that study his people. It gets even worse when you decide to practise your clumsy language skills with the clan – somehow, it leads to you targeting him. Not even his fiercest scowls seem to discourage your attempts to converse with him, and soon he finds himself honestly looking forward to seeing you, to speaking with you.

It is an illness. Some sort of infection that has taken hold in him since his injury in the war against the Sky People. That can be the only reason that he is more preoccupied with you than with the very real mating prospects he has among the People.

He has come to terms with it. At first, he kept his shameful little fixation to himself, but he’s never been the most subtle of men. Others soon notice the direction of his stares, the amount of time he spends with you, the way his ears flick and his tail coils whenever he’s around you. 

Everyone, it seems, except you.

“Hello, little demon,” He murmurs as he approaches you one afternoon, his tail coiled low around his ankles.

You’re sitting close to the edge of the forest, beside one of the large anìheyu plants. All your silly little notebooks are surrounding you, and though your head is ducked as you sketch its likeness in your book, you look up when you hear his voice.

You laugh at his customary greeting, as unbothered by his gruff demeanour as ever. He is grateful that you are not offended; he has never been good at being soft, though he tries.

“Hey, big guy.” You call back, a wide smile beginning to spread across your face. “What are you up to?”

Tsu’tey’s fingers twitch. Your face may be alien, but your features are not so dissimilar from that of the Na’vi. He finds you… attractive, in your own way, though it pains him a little to admit it.

“I wished to join in on the hunt today,” He murmurs as he comes to a stop in front of you, “But Mo’at has forbidden it.”

He is still recovering from his wounds, and he has found himself with an enormous amount of free time to spend; courtesy of Mo’at, who has been borderline vicious in her vehemence that he rests from his duties to heal. It stings his pride, but he respects the Tsa’hik too much to question her orders.

Your eyes drop to his battle scars, and he finds himself flexing subconsciously under your gaze.

“That’s probably fair, right?” You ask, tilting your head. “You’re still healing-”

“I am still strong.” He interrupts, a little more forcefully than he had intended to. It’s important that you know that.

You just smile, little white teeth poking out as you bite at your lower lip. “I know that.”

That pleases him, and he rolls his shoulders back before sinking down into a crouch in front of you. Your eyes dart from his face to his torso to his legs and then back up again, and he feels his stung pride inflate under the weight of your shy gaze.

“I will not join the rest of the warriors on their hunt,” He murmurs, his gaze resting on your face as he tries to read every expression that flickers across it, “But I still wish to go on a hunt of my own. You.. are welcome to join me.”

You are difficult to read. You do not respond to his more coy flirtations; you never seem to notice when he communicates micro-expressions, his ears flicking back or the playful movements of his tail. And yet you perk up at his invitation, your eyes bright and interested as you carefully set your notes aside.

“Really?” You ask cautiously, your eyes flickering towards the longbow resting across his back.

When Tsu’tey just nods, you shove yourself to your feet with an eager little laugh. It feels like a weight is lifted off his shoulders at your acceptance of his offer – though he manages to keep his expression neutral, he can’t control the anticipatory little flick of his tail.

This is an opportunity he is eager to take advantage of; as he leads the way into the forest, he makes a point of keeping you in his sights at all times. You’re so small and useless, and it’s good to feel as though he can protect someone after his close brush with death.

Marching through the jungle is slow-going. You insist on stopping several times to peer at some of the plants that you’re curious about, and Tsu’tey just stands and waits each time. He wants to display his patience, though it’s admittedly never been one of his strongest virtues.

“Come, small one.” He says, his tail flicking impatiently even as he tries to accommodate your curiosity. Patience, he thinks to himself. 

“What is this?” You ask in your broken Na’vi, your accent heavy and clumsy.

Tsu’tey’s ears twitch. He likes the sound of your stupid accent more than he should.

“Utral utu mauti,” He murmurs, stepping closer to you before saying in his own accented English, “Type of fruit tree.”

You make a soft sound of understanding, before nodding. “I’ve read about these! They grow utumauti fruit, right?”

Tsu’tey hums confirmation, though he’s not looking at the plant. He’s too busy watching your face.

“Come,” He murmurs, “You will watch me hunt.”

The two of you continue on through the jungle. Tsu’tey tracks prints, and you watch him. He adds more flourishes to his tracking and stalking than are entirely necessary; he is hyper-conscious under your curious eyes. 

You are so much smaller than him, barely reaching his navel, so he keeps his pace slow and even to ensure you can keep up with him. 

When the two of you finally catch up to a wild yerik, luckily separated from the herd, Tsu’tey feels his heart beating eagerly in his chest. This is a chance to display his physical prowess. To prove that even injured, he is a fearsome warrior and hunter.

Your eyes are trained on him as he nocks an arrow and prepares to loose. Your gaze trails along his bicep and his chest, and he feels his pride flare all over again. When he looses the arrow, it finds its mark with ease.

He leaps from the cover of the trees and rushes to the fallen animal, snatching his knife from his waist and bending by the yerik’s head to murmur the customary words of thanks before ending the creature’s pain.

Cautiously, you step out after him and stare with wide eyes.

“Wow,” You murmur, stepping close to him. “It’s so big.”

The yerik is not so large or impressive as other prey, such as a talioang, yet your awe pleases Tsu’tey greatly. He can’t suppress the smug expression that grows across his face as he secures his prey with a rope to prepare to haul it back to the village. 

He pauses halfway through tying a knot around the yerik’s middle so that he can look up to you, a self-satisfied sort of lazy smirk curling around his mouth. “I told you I am still strong.”

A surprised laugh bursts out of your mouth, and you avert your eyes all of a sudden. You’re staring down at your feet, your fingers fidgeting together, but he can see that your mouth is smiling.

“Yes,” You say quietly, “Very strong.”

That night, Tsu’tey’s catch is prepared and roasted over the cook fire alongside the catch from the larger hunt. The village is alight with celebration – the People sing and dance, children running around screaming with laughter and younglings leaping about together. The light-natured atmosphere is infectious, and  Tsu’tey finds himself feeling more cautiously upbeat than he has in a while now.

“I should probably head back to the science outpost,” You mention at some point as the village fills with laughter and chat and the smell of succulent meat cooking. “I don’t want to intrude on-”

“Stay.” Tsu’tey interrupts without thinking.

You pause, obviously surprised. He’s been most outspoken about how the small demons should not be allowed to intrude upon the People’s customs or private rituals. No doubt you’re confused by his sudden change of heart – he can’t explain it himself.

But you agree, a tentative smile blooming across your face.

Tsu’tey is not oblivious to the glances that the two of you get as he settles next to you – you’ve chosen to sit a little bit away from the large fire around which the rest of the tribe gathers. No doubt you feel self-conscious of the fact that you don’t belong here, but Tsu’tey is feeling bold tonight. He is content as he settles next to you, despite the curious glances he receives from his People.

In his hands, he carries two portions of yerik meat from his kill wrapped in a leaf – it is a wholesome, healthy meal, and he hands a portion to you with a pleased flick of his tail.

You accept your portion politely, but he notices that you don’t immediately move to eat it. Instead, you spend a moment peering at it as though inspecting the meat carefully.

The longer you go without trying the food he has caught for you, the more antsy he becomes. He bites into his own dinner, casting frequent sideways glances your way as he chews. Was it not cooked to your taste? Did you not like the way it was wrapped in the leaf? Was it the meat itself that was the problem? Perhaps you didn’t even like yerik meat. Was this your way of turning him down?

“You do not like it?” He asks at last, unable to contain himself any longer.

You look up at that, apparently a little startled. “No! I mean, yes! I like it just fine!”

And yet, you haven’t touched it. 

Too late, Tsu’tey realises that you’re still wearing your strange face covering that you need to breathe. Ah, how foolish of him. You aren’t able to take it off to eat.

Embarrassed now, Tsu’tey feels his ears flatten back. It was an obvious oversight on his part, a stupid mistake. How could he not have anticipated this problem? Such a mistake makes him look inconsiderate.

“Ah. Your face covering-” He begins, but he doesn’t get the chance to finish.

“No big deal!” You blurt hastily, sitting up straighter. 

You’re so much smaller than him, dwarfed by his stature as you blink up at him. The size difference is going to Tsu’tey’s head – he can’t stop looking at the way your much smaller hands are wrapped around your food, at the way you’ve pressed a little closer to him.

He watches as you rip some of the meat out with your fingers, before taking a deep breath. You push the mask up for just a second, just long enough to push the food into your mouth before quickly reattaching the mask over your face again. Through the strange clear material protecting your face, Tsu’tey watches as you chew. The sight settles something inside of him, and some of the tension leaks out of his shoulders as he watches you eat his offering.

He’s not the only one watching you eat. The sight of him offering you food, and of you accepting it, has caught the attention of several members of the clan. The connotations are obvious, whether Tsu’tey chooses to think about them or not – if the sight of one of the clan’s foremost warriors participating in tentative courtship rituals with a Sky Person is shocking or disturbing in any way, they hide it well. It’s mainly surprised curiosity in the eyes of their observers.

“It’s good.” You murmur, sending him a quick smile. “The spices are different from anything I’m used to – it’s interesting.”

Tsu’tey’s tail lashes with gratification, satisfied with your acceptance of his advances. He should have known you would be interested in the spices used to cook the food, too. You’re such a curious little thing, always wanting to learn more. Your intelligence is commendable, and sets you apart from the rest of the tawtute.

You take another few bites of food, stuffing little handfuls under your mask quickly before replacing it back. Tsu’tey feels his chest puff the more you eat, his pride assuaged by the sight.

“You are hungry?” He asks, ducking his head a little closer to you. “You would like more?”

“No,” You murmur, but you give him a soft smile to soften your refusal. “Thank you. This is plenty.”

Tsu’tey settles back, his tail flicking in contentment. You may be a little demon that came from the sky, but having you sit huddled at his side eases the knot in his stomach that’s been present since his injury. He tries not to think too much about it.

A quick glance around shows that the eyes that had been watching them have shifted away, and he relaxes a little further. It’s mortifying enough to be offering such advances to a tawtute without the eyes of the clan watching.

You cough, and clear your throat. The sound draws his attention back to you, his eyes flickering carefully over your face. You appear a little flustered, and his brow draws down in a frown.

“What is wrong?” He asks carefully, narrowing his eyes as he watches you.

“Nothing.” You say hastily, but he sees the way you shift next to him. Your expression has changed a little, but he can’t quite interpret it. You lack the long ears and tail of the Na’vi, and so he finds it difficult to analyse your micro-expressions, but even still he can tell that something has changed.

“Tell me.” He demands, shifting to face you head on. “I will fix.”

You smile at him again, but this one seems more forced. It’s almost a grimace. Your hand moves to your stomach, and he follows the motion with a frown.

“It’s nothing, I just…” You wince. “It didn’t occur to me before, but.. I’m not sure how well humans can digest Pandoran meat.”

Tsu’tey’s frown only deepens. “I do not know this word. Digest. What does it mean?”

“It-” You begin, but you cut yourself off as an odd tremor moves across your face.

In a move that startles him into rearing back, you leap to your feet and make a run for the woods. It only takes a moment for Tsu’tey to recover from his surprise, and then he pushes himself up to his feet too. Ignoring the heads that have turned in his direction thanks to the commotion, he takes off after you.

It doesn’t take much effort to catch up to you, considering the difference in the size of your legs. You’ve only just managed to reach the treeline before falling to your knees, and by the time he catches up to you, you’ve torn your breathing mask off to allow you to retch into the vegetation.

Tsu’tey’s ears flick back, watching uneasily as you vomit. He has never been very good at providing comfort, but he reaches out to touch your shoulder all the same.

You retch again, then fumble to put your mask back on so you can breathe.

“Oh no, don’t look at me,” You practically wail, ducking your head down so he can’t see your face. “This is so humiliating.”

“What is wrong?” Tsu’tey asks insistently, lowering himself to crouch beside you as his tail twitches anxiously. “I will call for Mo’at-”

“Don’t you dare!” You gasp, reaching back blindly to grab at him even as you gag again. 

Tsu’tey bares his teeth in frustration, growing increasingly more restless. He hates feeling helpless, and he doesn’t understand what is happening with you. “You are sick.”

“No,” You gasp. The worst of the gagging seems to be over, and you push yourself back to sit clumsily on your behind. “No, it was just… I don’t think Pandoran food is compatible with human digestive systems.”

His tail flicks again as he watches you, growing uneasy. “What does this mean?”

“I can’t eat the same food as you.” You say, before ducking your head and groaning a little as another wave of nausea hits you.

Tsu’tey goes still, watching you close your eyes and wince. The food he had provided you with has made you ill. Humiliation settles low in his stomach. So this is why you were reluctant to try it – you were unsure if it was safe for you to eat.

His attempt to impress you has ended up making you sick. The only thing that saves him from total disgrace is the fact that you’re very visibly flustered and apologetic about it.

“I’m sorry,” You insist, clearly mortified as you raise your head to squint at him through streaming eyes. “Really, it was very nice-!”

 His ears twitch low and his tail wrapped tightly around his leg in contrition. “I did not know-”

“I know you didn’t,” You interrupt hastily. It’s clear that you feel thoroughly embarrassed about the situation – you can hardly meet his eyes. “Please, don’t worry about it.”

Your reassurance helps, but only slightly. He still feels entirely humiliated, and he watches with dismay as you finally push yourself to your feet.

“I think,” You begin without making eye contact, “That I should probably get back to the outpost.”

His stomach plummets, and his pride with it. This has gone so terribly wrong. He’s not even really sure what he was trying to do here – what was he even thinking? 

“Yes.” He says stiffly. “You should.”

Your expression shifts a little, and you nod. The air between you both has changed slightly; gone was the easy camaraderie that you have both worked so hard on for the past few months, to be replaced with an awkward tension.

“I’m sorry,” You say again, your voice low and embarrassed. “I.. the meat was very nice. Thank you. I’m sorry about… you know.”

That… is slightly more promising. 

Tsu’tey stands, then reaches down to offer his hand to help you. For a moment, you just stare at his outstretched hand as though you can’t figure out what he’s doing. He draws on his patience, and is rewarded for it when you reach out and take his hand, allowing him to guide you back to your feet. Your palm is warm and dry against his, your hand so small and soft that he gets momentarily distracted.

You smile at him again, and finally this one seems more genuine, though it’s a little abashed. Tsu’tey’s ears flick towards you cautiously, testingly, and you keep smiling.The knot in his stomach loosens a little.

Perhaps his chances aren’t entirely decimated after all. Next time, he will try gift-giving instead.

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[wiltedkyinn]

was i ever there?

part one

Wc: 1.8k

requested (click here to see it) by: @megsthings

After the war, after dying and coming back to life. It went back like it always was. Lo’ak being reckless, neteyam taking the punishment for him, kiri wasn't actually outcast but she isolates herself, tuk clinging onto y/n, neytiri and Jake being too busy with their children to notice y/n. After Ronal saved you, you found comfort in her, an actual mother figure. Something you yearned for. She checked up with you, she was the one you saved you. While you were somewhere closer with your family, you were closer to the clan’s leader family. You fitted in, almost like you were birthed into the wrong family, the wrong clan. Tonowari took you under his wing, started to teach you how to hunt, and how to tame bigger animals. He took in place where your own father was supposed to be. While y/n was still distant with Aonung and Roxto, after a while they started to include you in things, sometimes playing pranks, sometimes just to hang out. Taking in place where your brothers were supposed to be. Tsireya was a gentle and caring soul. Taking the place of y/n's sister, Kiri's place. No one could’ve taken tuk’s place, she would still try to cling onto you when you transition to the sully’s marui until you were in the marui of ronal, tonowari, tsireya and Aonung. You were older than Aonung by a couple of months, making you the oldest out of the 2. 

When Tsireya  was too busy with something else you stood in her place, helping Ronal heal others. You would go on the hunt with the members of the clan including Tonowari and your father. Whenever you were praised by Tonowari, your eyes lit up at his compliments, Jake would throw in a few words of encouragement. You gave an awkward smile and nodded your head. He couldn't lie seeing how different you treat tonowari, like he was your father. while you treated him like a distant friend, made his heart shatter. He decided to stay quiet while you were listening to the techniques that Tonowari gave out.

When you and the rest of the hunt came back the others crowded you, tsireya checked you for wounds. You laughed at her when she threw a punch at you.  Aonung and Roxto were behind her, when she walked away to check on her father. “They great warrior y/n, what have you caught us to eat” roxto had a high pitched voice, his hand on his heart looking at you with heart eyes. “Don't you like kiri?” that quickly shut him up. You and  Aonung laugh at his reaction. While you and the two reef na’vi were talking about how you killed various animals, telling them the stories, you felt a child jump on your back right on your scar. It had been almost a year since the war. “n/n! Your back, how was it?” you looked behind you, met with the eyes of his youngest sister, tuk. “It was so cool, I caught so many fish tuk!” y/n voice was full of joy. Tuk was in y/n arms, her head leaning on his shoulder. He turned around hearing the footsteps of his family. “Why are you allowed to go and I can't?” lo’ak immediately started to whine. “It's because he is better than you, obviously” kiri was trying to get a rise of her older brother. y/n nodded, agreeing with his younger sister. “y/n come on go clean so you can join dinner.” Ronal yelled, almost done with seasoning the fish. Y/n quickly put down tuk and ran to the ocean washing his face and legs, making sure to get all of the dirt off. After washing he decided to eat with his actual family, something he hasn't done in almost 2 months. He helped neytiri get dishes of the many different choices. He started a fire, to help and keep his family warm while they eat. After preparing everything his mom called out for the rest of the family to come and eat. Once everyone sat, Jake took notice of y/n sitting in between tuk and neteyam. He smiled, any negative feelings washed away, seeing him joking with his siblings. The family was interrupted as someone covered y/n eyes,” guess who n/n~” the unknown person sang out in a high-pitched tone. “We are not 6 roxto” even if his eyes were covered, everyone knew that he was rolling his eyes. “How could call me roxto, skxwang” Aonung  voice was normal, he lifted his hand off of y/n face. “You guys are so idiotic I can't tell the difference anymore” y/n held a playful frown. “What do you want anyways? I'm trying to eat” y/n asked, getting ready to get more fish. “Come on, mom won't let us eat unless you're there” Aonungs hand on your shoulder” tell her i'm eating with my family” he took a bite of the fish. “Your family? Didn't you say that yo–” he cut off y/n loudly coughing, hitting his chest. “I have never said, wherever you heard it ain't come for me. I would never say something like that” you were quick to shush the reef na’vi. He quickly caught on, and slowly backed away from the family of 7. y/n filled his mouth with food, trying to avoid the conversation that was bound to happen. “Woah, they made this spicy. I'm going to get something to drink. Do you guys want some water?” y/n was practically jumping up before he even finished the sentence.

“What was Aonung talking about y/n?”  Jake was death glaring y/n, “that's a good question actually! Uhm, I'm not sure. Sometimes I think he is ill in the head.” y/n was such a bad lair, even tuk could tell he was lying. “Go, we’ll talk about it later” neytiri intervened before Jake started yelling. y/n mouthed a thank you towards his mom. Aonung was waiting for him by the shore, they were barely out of earshot. But y/ns parents could easily hear them. “Bro why would you say that, now i'm ‘bout be yelled at.” Y/n delivered a punch towards the younger arm, “chill it's not like you're even gonna listen to them. Plus your sleep at my family marui, at this point why do you keep calling them your family? You're practically my brother.” you and him started to walk off, to get some water. 

You dreaded walking back, praying to your grandpa that they wouldn't be awake. But he did not grant you your prayer. You took a big gulp of the cold water. Slowly you sat back down and went back to eating, trying to push off the 5 pairs of eyes off of you. “So, what was he talking about?” lo’ak was looking into my eyes. “I just tell him how I feel, nothing bad” for a second everything was at ease, but nothing lasts forever. “It has to mean something, he even asked why you still call us your family.” Jake's voice was low, almost like he was growling. Jake got up walking into the shared family marui. Y/n groaned and followed him into the marui,

“What possible feelings do you have that causes someone to even suggest something like that?” Jake was trying his hardest to not yell, aware of the rest of his kids outside of the hut. “What have we done to make you feel like that?” Neytiri's voice was soft, like she was about to break completely. “You’ve done nothing! That is the problem,” y/n was so tired of being forgotten by his own family. “When you guys forgot me, I found a family that wouldn't. You brought this on yourself and now you're mad at me?” y/n wasn't yelling but he wasn't keeping quiet either, he aggressively moved his hands as another way to show his anger. “Do you guys even remember me taming my own ikran? That's because you weren't there! You guys were never there for me! Always busy with another person or sibling.” unbeknownst to him, said siblings were listening in. “After the war, after I literally died but somehow survived, you guys forgot me again! Ronal taught me how to properly treat a wound, not you. Tonowari taught me how to kill a prey without being caught, not you!” tears started to threaten to spill. “So, I'm sorry if I found more of a family in them than you.” y/n looked at his father, “the day i came back, that was the first you had held me, since– i'm not even sure.” tears started spilling from his eyes. “I was all alone, ever since I could remember and neither of you seemed to care.” y/n mumbled, walking out to his siblings. He gave a weak smile and started to speed walking into the water. He didn't take the time to stop and look at the passing glowing corals, not like he did a day ago. No, a day ago he wasn't consumed with so many different emotions; at least not like this. He felt resentment, embarrassment, sadness, relief. Resent towards his parents for never being there, embarrassed that he let his emotions take over him, relief for finally saying his true feelings. Sadness, sadness for his siblings, his parents, neighbors for having to hear the arguing. All these feelings tired the poor boy's body. Ever since the war he has not been able to go back to 100% back to himself, maybe it was the mental scars or the physical scars. He looks different from it, seemingly more tired, easier to anger. Everyone noticed, how could they not? Before the lonely na’vi could even stop himself; he fell asleep. 

After the war, Ronal took interest in Y/n Te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. Seeing how he fought for the people of her clan, seeing how he nearly died, seeing how he looked at y/n looked whenever his parents spent their affection on one of his other siblings. She saw him for him. Not for his different colored skin no, not anymore. She saw him as a child, a scared 15-year-old, lonely. She saw the envy, she saw the jealousy, the longing looks. She talked with Tonowari, judging the head of the family.  Subconsciously Tonowari judged them too. He understood getting swept away by the other kids, he didn't understand forgetting a kid that actually fucking died and came back to life. Y/n was literally with ewya and after what seemed like a week, they forgot him again? The two parents started y/n out to dinners, hunting. Like a real family. y/n teaching Tsireya how to braid each other's hair, making roxto and Aonung try the spicy food native to the forest na’vi. Actually, freaking out when y/n felt ronals baby kick her. Tonowari telling him sacred stories passed through the generations of the metkayina. Roxto and y/n, the honorary tribe family members. 

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[chatsukimi]

eternal: ten cursed fingers, born from the flame

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: sukuna x fem!reader, fluff, some angst, heianera!sukuna. pt 2.

When Sukuna enters the workshop, he is fifteen and mortal, and you are tending flames by the furnace.

Afternoon sun casts through the straw ceiling. You blink twice as you stare at the doorway. Heaving against it, a boy. Sunspots dance in your eyes.

'Please. Please, I'm dying. Help me!' he begs, and his wrists come up to strangle either side of your face, blood filling your tunic in buckets.

Brutal.

He is a curse user, you sense, his energy pouring out like his soul. You could feel it, flooding the plain room, his impending death.

You are young and what the elders say about helping strangers don't faze you. 'Put your hands in the fire.'

'No!'

His eyes are rolling back. He doesn't have much time left.

You grab his arm, dragging his doll-limp figure to the fire. You shove it into the coal.

Observing the healing, your grandfathers' words echo vaguely at the back of your head. They would come asking for it over and over again. They would chase you like immortality. But maybe, you think, maybe he would save dozens with those hands.

What preoccupies you more, though, squatting beside the boy, is the wonder alit in this stranger's face as his hands glisten back to life by the flames until what touches her is not slime and blood, but tender flesh. Bare fingers.

When he leaves, he does not tell you his name, nor ask for his whereabouts, nor thank you. He does not smile, and he gives no compensation. With the rags on his body, though, you do not think he has enough.

He does not do a lot of things, but the last thing you remember of your first meeting with this boy is that he did not say goodbye.

...

He, indeed, returns. He wears a stone carved lion mask.

'I do not think it's fair that I give you weapons for free,' you say, holding up a sceptre for the -now- man.

He chuckles. Sukuna shows you his innate technique: slash. Examining his technique for hours on end, you welded weapons with similar precision.

Through the years, he arrives later and later at the footsteps of your house during the night. He stops calling out for you from the door. Instead, appears frankly at the furnace where you sleep.

'Fuga,' he whispers, like an inside joke, against your ear- open. At first, you startled awake and nearly bashed him in the face. But you know now that despite his stoicism he is smiling under the mask, appearing on the opposite side of the room in an instant.

A little part of you rejoices at knowing this was an important man you have saved, though your fingers never touched.

You can tell from how he stands with solidifying confidence, toys with the necklace around your neck with the symbol of the Sun, Moon and Stars Squadron without ever grazing your skin, and the cursed energy blistering the summer air now greater than any sorcerer you'd met, he was great. All of the Fujiwara Clan combined does not compare.

Electricity trills under your pulse.

Ten years, he comes and goes.

You do not ask for his name. He does not ask for yours. Sometimes you catch him glancing at you in the corner of your eye, as you're tending the flames.

Years pass.

You forget his face.

You wonder, in his aftermath, if he will forget yours. One day he will get tired of the same old swords in the same old countryside home, you're sure of it. But he drives on back each time like an old man seeking immortality.

When he leaves, you stare at the designs of weapons you gave him. What great things would he achieve with those at his side? Your grandfather never tells you about any jujutsu affairs. Leave the girl to sword-making is his motto.

...

A rumour passes from ear to ear from the Southern Clans to the North. A sorcerer is tearing up villages in a one-person massacre to consume their flesh.

Every villager now inks black prayers on their carriages. Prayers to the living god.

You think, it doesn't hurt.

You, too, stick up rice paper on your windows to shield against the monster you know does not care, roaming through the woods in carnage.

...

The next time he comes, the man is wearing a demon mask.

Half his body, gone.

You push him to a chair. You kneel between his legs. Your hand hovers over his abdomen, where the flimsy stitches had failed to ease the bowels from overflowing. You frown. A flame blossoms from your palm, piecing his body back together. He clenches his teeth and watches you.

Cursed Flame: burns anything back to its prior state.

'What Special Grade curse could do something like this?'

He does not answer.

His sheer height has you sinking into your ankles in respect.

As you back away from the fire, you stumble into his chest. Your feet catch in the mat. In the times before, he had never attempted to touch you. Now his hand is tilting your head up, holding your chin, to look at his face, whom she had never seen before in full view.

You flinch.

Your exhale escapes as a gasp.

‘Are you scared?’

Now you realise what is so frightening about the demon who brutalises whole villages, consumes their flesh- living god. So, this is what thousands died seeing. You swallow, because he is beautiful, this four-eyed demon.

Before you utter a word, he leaves the room.

You whip your head around to inspect the windows. Nothing but wind howls against the house. No shadows but your own etches onto the tatami mat by the fire.

Rippling from all four directions, a voice booms: ‘bow.’

Your knees hit the ground. When he enters the room again, he stops before her. You dare not look at his feet.

The Fujiwara Clan teach their daughters well.

‘Stand.’

Is this a trick? With your head still bowed, you press onto one knee. ‘I do not feel enough to equal your presence, Ryomen Sukuna.’

He laughs.

Oh, how he laughs. So his name truly has spread like wildfire through the Clans, big and small. But something nicks at him, that he cannot see your eyes flickering with your flame, or your mouth working the irregular candy you chew, sometimes, on the job, when you feel comfortable around him. In those moments, he would get the urge to reach out and touch your shoulder, just for your reaction. Would you drop the sword to wrap those flaming hands around him so that he could feel some warmth?

'No. I tell you to rise so you rise.' You stand up. 'What's my name?'

'Ryomen Sukuna.'

'No.' He cups your face with his palm as he'd often dreamt of, when he was a teenager. As he'd often planned, when he grew older into the adult he is now. 'For you, I am Ryo.'

...

Ryo.

He likes it when you look at his face. He tells you sometimes, 'this is what you saved.' The four eyes blinking back at you.

He likes the smell of ash by your neck and often pushes his nose against your skin. An animal, you think to yourself, smiling.

Ryo, he takes what he wants, as the powerful do, so when the day comes, he says, 'come with me.' Out of nowhere.

He leads you out, facing the fields of darling grass and daffodils.

He hasn’t thought this through but he doesn't need to. He opens his mouth, ready to ask the question.

‘I can’t…’ He turns around to watch you speak. ‘... can’t bear child.’

For once, although you have denied his request, his face remains void of anger. Void of anything at all.

At twenty five years old, that’s all Sukuna knows what to want. If he cannot have the girl, then steal something else- after all, what are you worth?

‘Then give me something else.’

‘Have my flame.’ His eyes widen. You press on, ‘but you will protect me, in case my family decides to kill me. The flame is a sacred technique passed down from the family. But when I die, it will be yours.’

Without her cursed technique, she would be ostracised.

Everyone comes to the negotiation table with some line they would not cross. And Sukuna swore to never become a protector.

His mouth pronounces, ‘no.’

'Then what do you want, Ryo?'

He stares at you. He's never denied himself any pleasure in his life, but the way his heart skips a beat- it's what's made his enemies weak to be culled, what brings down great empires (love).

Surely, you would be his downfall.

He could not have you.

'Never mind. I want your Technique.'

He would live 1000 years wondering why those flames in his palms would perform in silence. He’d move them with grace to murder. He’d stare at the sparkling embers in a lake, waiting for it to shift and shape into some form without his control. He would realise, ages and eons in, that he had forgot to specify the fusion of their souls.

‘Deal.’

You were always an abnormally weak sorcerer in body. Never trained to exorcise a curse. Perhaps that’s another reason he suggested it, his one mistake. You were his to protect -no matter how he’d protest- but never were you with him again.

...

The next day, Sukuna wipes out the Fujiwara Clan in its entirety. Destroys them so badly no one recognises the corpses.

Mangled. Twisted. Broken.

He destroys the only thing that would've destroyed you.

It is that night at the beach, rain and seawater tangling your hair, you swear to kill him, the boy you saved so many years ago, even if you would be his for eternity.

Your hands tremble. You almost set fire to the sea.

...

'Ryo.' You're brushing his hair as he tips his head back to look at you, unfazed. 'Why do you do what you do?'

He hums, tangling his fingers through yours. 'Why does it matter my purpose?'

'I was just wondering.' You rub at his hands gently, the living things you saved.

Apparently disliking the silence, Sukuna speaks again. 'I do whatever I want, however I want. I have no purpose.'

When you kill him, he almost grins, as though proud. Had he always acted like this? The strange and feral monster.

'Are you ready to die now?' you ask. Some part of you still recalls the child wailing at the prospect of death.

Sukuna cackles, but before he even flinches as the sword digs through his skin and bones, he props his head before yours, kissing your lips as though playing a trick on you.

His scarlet eyes forever haunt your memory, reflecting the silver of your sword and the red of your flames.

'I'm always ready for you... ... and anyways death is not eternal.'

When the flames extinguish, you realise you had left none of him behind, but the hands. Ten cursed fingers, born and killed from the flame.

pt 2.

#sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk sukuna #jjk #jjk x reader #one shot #sukuna ryomen #sukuna fluff #sukuna angst #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[xo-rihanna]

Forget Him Part 1- Neteyam Sully

All characters are aged up.

Warnings - arguing, Lo’ak is a complete asshole in this and I’m sorry for all my Lo’ak girlies I’ll make it up to you🫶🏻, swearing, mating. This is not proof read

Summary - Lo’ak and reader are in a toxic relationship (they are not mated) and after an argument the reader realises she’s in love with Neteyam and they mate. This will have a smut part 2

Your boyfriend Lo’ak knew just how to get under your skin, rippling you with a fire so furious it was scolding. And worst thing was he loved the reaction you gave him. So you clamped your jaw tight, grinding your teeth and tearing into the inside of your cheek until the metallic taste of blood overwhelmed your mouth. You were determined not to give him the reaction he so clearly wanted but every inch of your body and soul hated him. Your eyes were overflowing with hatred as you watched him tower over you, asserting his dominance, screaming at you for something you hadn’t even started.

You noticed his heaving chest, his trembling arms like he was resisting the urge to lash out like a rabid animal and your eyes were daring him to do it. The blood rushing in your ears and your own thumping heart was too much on top of everything else. You were a building about to collapse into rubble, taking everything down with you. Lo’ak’s frenzy came to a quick end when you opened your mouth to speak for the first time in what seemed like hours, in reality it wasn’t even minutes. Your calm tone confused him, you’d usually be mental right now. Screaming back at him, launching a fist to his face when he got too confrontational. You weren’t proud of it but Lo’ak wasn’t innocent either. You’d both put your hands on each other and while you knew you were slowly digging yourself a grave, your moaning heart wouldn’t let you leave.

“Do you ever hear yourself? The reaction you’ve just had has told me everything I need to know Lo’ak.” You kept eye contact although his hard gaze faltered. You were sure he was thinking of something in that complex, fucked up mind of his to salvage the situation.

“You know you’re starting to piss me off. How am I supposed to react when my girlfriend accuses me of fucking other bitches?” His tone picks up as he progresses through every syllable.

“That’s something that will fail every relationship you have with a woman Lo’ak. You think and act like a boy. I know you have and you know what I’m not even pissed off anymore I shouldn’t expect less from you. I’m so glad we aren’t mates because then I’d be stuck with you forever! You know what, I’m gonna fuck someone else and then I’m gonna come home still smelling like sex and cuddle up to you like you’ve been doing to me for the past 3 months. Does that sound alright my love?” Lo’ak was truly seeing red by the time you’d finished and without thinking his fist collided with a tree. You scoffed, better the tree than your face, making to get up and stalk away to fulfill your promise but you were pulled back by harsh hands on your hips and Lo’ak’s hot body against yours.

“No man in this fucking clan is willing to put their dicks anywhere near you, princess.” He breathes, sending a sinister chill down your spine. You pulled his hands from your body and with a hell of a lot of restraint you manage to walk away without hitting him. Only allowing the rush of embarrassment to make its way up to your cheeks when you know you’re far from his burning gaze.

Was what he said true? Was every man in the clan that repulsed by you? And were you making a huge mistake to threaten your relationship if it was?

Thoughts burned into your vision as you walked. You had no exact destination. You found your legs to be taking you in the opposite direction to the village, trekking you far into the forest to areas even you didn’t recognise.

Eclipse was hours gone and the night sky had woken up the bioluminescent flora of Pandora. The ground lit up as you walked and plants gravitated towards you. Streams seemed as clear as glass, making not a sound as it flowed effortlessly along its bed. Bed. You longed for your bed right now. But you knew the second you went back you’d face the humiliation of your boyfriend all over again and that gave your tired legs the motivation they needed to keep walking, sure that you’d find your way back when you were ready.

In the daze of your walking, your primal hunting instincts remained focused. Catching sounds that made you jump every now and then. You weren’t afraid of the forest but this was unknown territory, Eywa knows what animal hunting ground you may be trespassing on. An ikran screech dragged you out of your foggy state. You recognised the call and watched as Neteyam and his ikran, Seze, soared above you. Wafting the air and attacking the leaves as Neteyam landed and dismounted from Seze.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He called to you, as he patted down Seze to calm her, a cheeky grin on his face that subconsciously frenzied your heart. He laughed at your dismantled look.

“Well someone’s a stalker aren’t they?” You asked him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. Neteyam scoffed and made his way to you and you gulped quietly as you could feel the heat almost radiating off his body.

“You wish I was stalking you. You shouldn’t be this far into the forest anyway.” He ruffled your hair, something he knew drove you crazy and you swatted his hand away frustratedly.

“Then what are you doing out here, golden boy.” You raised an eyebrow and Neteyam shrugged leaning against a nearby tree and picking at his dagger casually.

Neteyam was never one to break rules and his father, Jake Sully, was strict about going out last eclipse. You were sure he must be going out of his mind right now. You faked an antagonising gasp and said, “Look at you breaking the rules you little rebel!”

Neteyam rolled his eyes and you redirected your gaze to the ground, shuffling on your feet nervously. You’ve always been nervous around Neteyam, and you could never put your finger on why. You glanced back up at him and admired his eyes, a quick blush formed on your cheeks as you bit your lip anxiously. Maybe because he was so damn gorgeous. You shook the thought from your head, you couldn’t cheat on Lo’ak with his brother. That would make you the biggest bitch on Pandora, although he has made your life a living hell from the moment he entered it..

Fuck it. Why not.

“What did my brother do?” Neteyam asked, not taking his eyes off you for a second. You sighed in frustration, “What hasn’t he done, Teyam,” You sat down on the mossy ground and Neteyam followed waiting for you to keep talking, “We had a fight because I’m 99% certain he’s cheating on me. Hes always late to meet me, he’s all sweaty and he’s always changed his loincloth and he just cuddles up to me in bed like I’m completely blind to what he’s doing. Anyway, he didn’t like my accusation and you know how we get when we fight and I got angry and told him I’d go fuck someone else too and he told me no one in the clan would even think about getting near me.”

Neteyam’s eyes are full of nothing but disgust at his brothers actions. Neteyam pulls you onto his lap and engulfs you in his strong arms, you stay there for minutes just breathing in his scent and taking in his warmth. Neteyam pulls away but his arms are still resting on your hips, one of his hands finds your cheek and strokes it softly with his thumb.

“You know that isn’t true right.” Neteyam’s voice is smooth and soft like velvet and it spreads through every inch of your body, comforting you with just a few measly words. His eyes search yours and you glance down, picking nervously at your fingers and shrug.

Neteyam lets out a small laugh and tucks some of your loose wavy hair behind your ear (think of Neytiri’s best hairstyle aka the one she mates with Jake). “Y/n, you have no idea the effect you have. Every man in the clan wants you. It’s sad really. Men that would treat you like a fucking queen and you’re getting the bare minimum from my brother.” He shakes his head, looking down at your lips for just a second.

“Neteyam..” Your face is just inches away from his and his breath is fanning your face. You don’t know what you’re feeling but it’s exhilarating, like having all the wind knocked from your body and every nerve on fire.

“Shh. Let this happen.” He whispers, he’s now just a few centimetres away and your hands have found the back of his neck and his have repositioned you to be straddling him.

Your chest against his makes you nervous, your heart is drumming so fast you don’t want him to feel it. You don’t have time to worry anymore because before you know it Neteyam has closed the gap between you, filling it with his soft warm lips against yours. The kiss filled every empty space in you, flooding you with a feeling you can only describe as electricity.

His lips against yours felt so right, and so did the feelings you were having towards him. When you pulled away, you both just stared into each other eyes so full of love, chests panting to get your breaths back. “Neteyam-“ You exclaim, wanting to tell him everything you’re feeling but he cuts you off with more kisses to your lips.

“I know, ma tìyawn.” He breathes into your neck as he covers it in sloppy kisses. Drunk with sudden love, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Neteyam explored your body with his lips and his hands, kissing every soft spot and freckle and caressing every curve.

You guided his hands to the strings of your top, concealing your full breasts. Neteyam gladly removed your top and tossed it into the wilderness, you smiled and blushed as he just took in the beautiful sight for a minute.

“Eywa have mercy. You’re so fucking perfect, Y/n.” He mumbled before latching onto your breasts, sucking at the gentle skin. You hummed and Neteyam took one of your nipples into his mouth, making you gasp as he flicked his tongue over your sensitive bud. His free hand fondled your other breast, mesmerised by their fullness.

You moaned as Neteyam continued to suck on your nipples before pulling away and resting his forehead gently on yours. “Can I ask you something without you thinking I’m insane?” Neteyam smiled as he spoke. You nodded and bit your lip, watching him intently.

“Be my mate? I’m crazy for you and I can tell you feel the same way.” He stares into your eyes nervously and your heart thundered in your chest as you reached behind you to take your queue in your hands and bringing it forward.

“I want you Neteyam.” You whispered and Neteyam’s eyes lit as he brought his queue forward too. You gazed longingly into his eyes as the tendrils finally made contact, dancing and intertwining together before calming and connecting you to Neteyam. You watched as Neteyam’s eyes dilated and he watched yours do the same and a feeling you couldn’t describe flooded your body, making you force your eyes closed and a small gasp escape both of you. You felt every inch of him through tsaheylu and the overwhelming love made you shudder uncontrollably. When you opened your eyes once again to meet his, his eyes were bright with awe.

“You’re mine now.” He whispered as his lips once again found your skin.

#avatar #neteyam #neteyam sully #avatar way of water #loak #loak sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #tsireya #atwow neteyam #avatar neteyam #neteyam smut #neteyam imagine #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam fluff #neteyam avatar #neteyam sully x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar loak #avatar twow

[stormsthatrage]

Have a Bleach extended-winter-war time-travel-fix-it idea. In this AU Kaien's death happened before the whole turn-back-the-pendulum arc. (Yes, another Bleach time-travel AU, I know, shut up.)

As Ichigo and Kisuke are planning to go back to the past, Kisuke makes sure to emphasize to Ichigo that they have to protect Shiba Kaien. Apparently, it's of the utmost importance.

Ichigo doesn't know exactly how Kaien's continued well-being plays into saving the future. Kisuke never really explains it, or gives him a straight answer when he asks. But Ichigo knows that the Shiba Clan-Head carried a great deal of political power, and Ichigo also knows that Kaien -- according to Kukaku and Rukia -- was highly competent, incredibly noble, and fundamentally kind. It's not exactly unintuitive that a person like that could be important to bringing down Aizen.

So Ichigo listens, when Kisuke tells him to protect Shiba Kaien. He memorizes how Kaien died in the original timeline. He's attentive as Kisuke reiterates for the thousandth time that Aizen will keep trying to assassinate Kaien until he succeeds. He takes notes when Kisuke hypothesizes about what Aizen's various assassination attempts might look like -- poison during a meal, hired assassins at night, an ambush during a mission.

Ichigo ingrains the assignment into his core: protect Shiba Kaien, because if Kaien falls, the mission fails.

So when Kisuke slips a paralytic into Ichigo's tea and places Ichigo in the middle of the time-travel kido array and drains the entirety of his own spiritual energy to activate the array, a sacrifice that Ichigo never would have agreed to--

Well. The first thing Ichigo does when he arrives back in the past, numb and alone and only able to function by focusing on the duty that is his purpose -- is track down Shiba Kaien.

After all, if Ichigo is going to kill Aizen -- and he is, no matter what it takes -- he needs to keep Kaien alive.

Ichigo goes straight to the Shiba family grounds. In true Shiba fashion, they accept him immediately as family. They tend to his wounds and give him a meal and welcome him home. They let him get away with his weak excuses and explanations, and they defend his presence to the rest of Soul Society.

Kaien, in accordance with everything Ichigo has heard about the man, personally takes the newest addition to the family under his wing.

Ichigo's plans to deal with Aizen take shape around his need to keep an eye on Kaien.

Ichigo, instead of running as far and fast as he can from the Shiba clan, accepts the offer to live in the Shiba compound. He gets to know every clan member and retainer, subtly vetting for traitors. He sleeps in a room near Kaien's, allowing him to both guard against assassins at night and place warding runes around Kaien's door without having to worry about being caught somewhere he has no business being.

He joins the Court Guard in the 13th division instead of the 5th, because the only real way to protect Kaien on a mission is to be there with him. Ichigo knows that if there's an ambush, or if the mission details have been tampered with, he'll be more than enough fire power to get Kaien out of it. And it's easy to always get paired with Kaien; Kaien -- reliably taking every opportunity to hover around Ichigo that he's offered -- does most of the work, leveraging his status as lieutenant and Ichigo's combat ability to keep them together.

Ichigo finds himself frequently taking meals with Kaien and Kaien's friends. Kaien always invites Ichigo, and Ichigo accepts so he can subtly check the food for poison.

(Ichigo does not tell Kaien about Aizen. Ichigo is still unsure what Kaien's role is in the whole fight, and in the meantime, telling him about Aizen is a sure way to get him killed.)

Things heat up. Ichigo prevents both Miyako and Kaien's death, killing Metastacia before it can hurt anyone. Ichigo's shadow war against Aizen gets more intense. Ichigo sneaks out regularly to dismantle Aizen's illusions, destroy his labs, and attack his network of power, slowly weakening him.

Ichigo waits for the assassination attempts against Kaien, but they don't come, even several weeks after Metastacia fails. Ichigo takes it as a sign that he's got Aizen distracted.

Things continue for a while. Ichigo falls into a strange routine.

(And Ichigo tries not to break, seeing so many of his loved ones alive and unknowing of him. It is agony, to be around Shunsui, who is not his mentor, and the Visored, who are neither visored nor pack.

But the worst is when Captains Urahara and Shihouin catch on to his war against Aizen. He finds himself working with them as allies.

Allies. Mere allies, instead of --

Well. Not that it matters anymore.

All that matters is his duty.)

Time passes. Aizen weakens. There are no attempts on Kaien's life yet.

And then Aizen's web has unraveled enough for Ichigo to attack.

It's a long battle. It's a bloody battle. It's a very public battle.

Ichigo wins.

And it's only after it's all over -- after Aizen's crimes are revealed and Soul Society is at peace and the future is saved; after Ichigo finds himself still alive and adrift, with nothing left obligating him to keep going and everything telling him to give up; as Kaien refuses to leave Ichigo alone and escorts him to regular appointments with Unohana and forces him to talk about the truth of his past --

It's only then that it clicks.

Ichigo is whispering secrets about the future into Kaien's chest, Kaien's arms wrapped tight around him, when Ichigo confesses that he messed up, that he put the Shiba clan in unnecessary danger. Ichigo tells Kaien about his death in the original timeline. He talks about how Kisuke told him that in this timeline, Aizen would try and kill Kaien again if the first attempt failed. Ichigo promises desperately that he never would have sought out the family -- would have kept the danger far, far away from them -- if he hadn't thought he had to watch Kaien's movements so closely.

And Ichigo admits that Aizen never actually tried again. Ichigo admits that he and Kisuke miscalculated, that Ichigo brought danger to the Shiba's doorstep for nothing.

It happens like this:

First, the words leave his lips, "Kisuke" and "miscalculated" in the same sentence. Hearing himself say it lays bare the absurdity of its premise.

Then, Kaien draws away slightly, to look Ichigo in the eyes. Ichigo sees, plain on Kaien's face, a terrible, damning gratefulness.

Then, Kaien says -- fierce and defiant in the face of what could have been -- "I am so glad you came home."

And it clicks. At last, Kisuke's final manipulation reveals itself to Ichigo's eyes.

The emotions flash through him: the sting of betrayal; a flavor of love that bursts across his tastebuds as hurt; a familiar brand of exasperation that, a split second later, has his knees giving out under the weight of old pain made fresh.

Kaien catches Ichigo before he hits the ground and holds him as he shatters. And Ichigo can barely breathe through the knowledge that Kisuke would have been so smug to see them.

A sob rips itself from Ichigo's chest, and it's followed by another, and another.

Ichigo's older cousin holds him, in the home of their family, through it all.

_________

THE END except not really.

This must immediately be followed by a whole arc where Kaien, much to his own dismay, finds himself trying to hook Urahara up with his little cousin.

After all, Future-Urahara sent Ichigo to the Shiba clan. Future-Urahara tricked his little cousin into bypassing his own self-destructive tendencies to seek out family and love and support. Clearly, Urahara would actually be good for Ichigo.

And, you know, Ichigo clearly loves Younger-Urahara, judging by Ichigo's whole... well, everything, whenever the two interact.

(This whole matchmaking endeavor is made easier by the fact that 1) Kisuke is already infatuated, fascinated, and not a tiny-bit madly in love, and 2) Yoruichi is also, from the other end, trying to set Kisuke up with Ichigo.

This whole endeavor is made more difficult by the fact that 1) Ichigo is in denial that he loves this younger Kisuke since he never thought this younger Kisuke could also fall in love with him, 2) Kisuke is in denial that he loves Ichigo because that is a Shiba and he himself is a creepy low-born ex-assassin mad-scientist, and 3) neither Ichigo nor Kisuke know what it looks like when someone is interested in them.)

Poor Kaien. He succeeds eventually, but not before witnessing truly legendary social ineptitude.

#bleach #bleach au #time travel bleach style #time travel #kurosaki ichigo #urahara kisuke #shiba kaien #uraichi #can someone please explain to me why this CONCEPT/IDEA is over 1.4k words #please #help... #also if any sentences or concepts don't make sense or if there are typos feel free to say so in a note or something #i did this in a very short amount of time and am too done with it to actually properly proof-read

[simpforboys]

set fire to the rain

neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: your relationship with neteyam was beautiful until the return of the sky people. now you have to adapt your life to things you would never expect.

warnings: angst! fluff in the beginning-middle, swearing, character death, pregnancy, unknown pregnancy, mentions of smut aged up! character

based on set fire to the rain by my queen adele

this is a long one but i’m actually so proud of it, let me know what you all think <33 (not proof read)

𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚝

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎

you met neteyam when you were seven years old. neteyam was eight. he was taller, quicker, and wiser. it never changed as he grew into a teenager.

he always was a shining star; the prince of the omatikaya clan. it wasn't until you had turned seventeen, neteyam eighteen, when you would become his true shining star.

you were happy with another man, going to mate officially with him once you turned eighteen in a month. but the plan quickly changed once you saw him courting another woman under the tree of souls.

your heart shattered as you watched them mate, the woman unknowingly taking your place. you would never forget the way it felt for your heart to drop completely.

but neteyam was quick to pick you back up. he had watched you from afar ever since being juveniles, an unknown presence drawing himself to you.

your depressive state hit him more than he would like to admit it, but he strived to make you see him the way he saw you.

it took months, but eventually, you found yourself falling for the prince. he made you feel something no other man has made you feel before.

"where are we going, neteyam?" you questioned the boy as you closed your eyes, following the sound of his excited voice.

"somewhere special, ma y/n. mawey (calm)."

your once broken heart fluttered against your chest. your tail wagged happily behind you, neteyam's own following your pattern as he took you to his place.

his place he went to when his father got too much for him, a place that he felt his best. "open."

you opened your eyes, adjusting to the bright nightlife that surrounded you. the plants glowing blues, pinks, purples, and about every color you could think of.

seeds from the tree of souls soon landed on top of you and neteyam, eywa's ultimate sign.

"y/n, there is something out there that is telling me that we are meant for each other. i can never get you out of my head, the feeling i get just when you are around me- i cannot even describe it,"

your heart pounded as your ears fell flat, signaling you were listening intently to his words. the na'vi man grabbed your hands in his.

"it would be the biggest honor if you were to mate with me."

"oh, neteyam." you practically jumped against him, pulling the tall man into your embrace. your tail instinctively wrapped itself around his own, pulling each other closer.

"oel ngati kameie (i see you), y/n."

"oel ngati kameie, ma neteyam."

neteyam placed his soft lips gently against your own, the feeling magical as he finally got to hold you the way he always wanted to.

"i will protect your heart, mind, and soul while i live." he mumbled against your skin.

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𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎

a year went by of you and neteyam being officially mated. it wasn't until the sky people had returned when your lives flipped upside down.

jake had taken you under his wing when neteyam brought you home, allowing you the option for mo'at to help train you as tsahìk. but you had turned it down, preferring to hunt and live a freeing life.

the night neteyam broke the news to you was right after lo'ak had almost gotten him killed.

you were making dinner in your little hut, waiting for your mate to return from the meeting with his family.

the tall man was silent as he returned, picking at his fruit while you ate.

"are you going to tell me what is troubling you?" you questioned him.

you began to get worried as you watched his lips tremble.

"i have to go, ma y/n."

you placed your hand on his stripped knee, stomach turning as you stared at his broken face.

"what?"

"the sky people are after me and my family... we must leave the clan to protect everyone."

you stayed quiet for a minute, trying to process what he had just told you. "then i am coming with you."

"no- it is too dangerous."

neteyam went to stand, you quickly following his lead.

"neteyam-"

"ma y/n, please," it was the first time you had seen him cry. his voice was shaking as he ran a hand through his long braids.

"please stay here. it is not safe for you to come."

"i cannot lose you, 'teyam."

your mate pulled you into his embrace, your head resting into the crook of his neck as you both sniffled.

"you will not lose me, i am just going to be away for awhile."

"how are you going to protect me?" you asked him quietly, tears rolling off your cheeks and onto his chest.

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𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍

'𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

it had been months since neteyam left you. everyday your heart yearned for him, needing to see and hold your mate once more. but you knew your people needed you, so you continued to stay.

as the days went past, your heart continued to grow heavy. you had been complaining to mo'at of a stomach ache for a week now, neither of you knowing how to treat it.

but when you were sleeping, a voice woke you up gently.

norm's eyes met yours, an apologetic yet scared look on his face.

"jake just called, he said something is wrong with kiri. do you want to come with us?"

you quickly jumped up, rushing after the group of dream walkers. the pain in your stomach grew tighter as you called your ikran.

"we go!" you said to the group, jumping onto your purple ikran with gold accents.

you glided next to the avatars as they flew in a helicopter, your mind racing as the edge of the forest grew closer.

you were gripping onto the hold of your ikran in pain, a gust of wind faltering your movement.

neteyam…

it sounded like someone was warning you. a chill ran down your spine as you looked around.

"we have to loop around, y/n." norm called out. you nodded, not forgetting the eerie spirit that called out your mate's name.

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the journey was long as your tired eyes threatened to close every minute. you had no clue where you were going, following the helicopter full of dream walkers.

as you let out another yawn, you opened your eyes fully to see the clearest water you have ever seen. you couldn't help but marvel at the sight, seeing every coral and creature that lived.

"alright, closing in." you heard norm speak.

you straightened your back and adjusting your clothing garments, preparing to meet your mate. what if he found someone else? what if he didn't want you to come?

the thoughts ate away at you as you saw the clan of reef people. you couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving your people, your stomach aching once more.

your ikran roared as the helicopter landed on the sand, a crowd forming around as you narrowed your eyes. your gaze on jake, your father-in-law.

you let out a deep breath as you landed your ikran, jumping off the creature and disconnecting your queues.

"y/n?" jake asked, releasing norm from a strange embrace.

"where is neteyam?" you questioned him. you both looked exhausted, despite jake being directly on the peaceful ocean.

"he is with kiri."

you could feel people's eyes on you, judging your appearance, fawning over it, or confused on why you showed up.

you nodded at your father-in-law, following after norm and jake as they rushed to help kiri.

they approached a marui pod, your heart rate suddenly picking up as your previous thoughts filled your head. your chest hurt from anxiety and you couldn't help but peek in the pod.

there sat tuk, neytiri, lo'ak, and neteyam.

"y/n?" tuk gasped in excitement, noticing the feather and beads she braided into your hair one night.

your body appeared from the entrance, everyone's ears dropped as the sun gave you a silhouette.

"y/n!" tuk ran over to you, hugging your stomach tightly as you hugged her back. neteyam quickly stood up, believing it was all a dream.

as tuk let go, your eyes built tears as your mate approached you.

"ma y/n?" he asked softly, almost scared to believe you were really here with him. you nodded, hugging him tightly.

back in your mate's embrace, it felt as if every thought was swept away. until you heard, "neteyam" whisper past your ear, wind rushing into the pod.

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𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜

𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

neteyam had taken you out onto the beach that night, happiness in his body; an emotion he hasn't felt in months.

his hand held yours as you two walked on the cold sand, your toes scrunching against the dirt-like substance. the sound of the waves was like music to your ears.

"i cannot believe you are here," neteyam said. it was hours after norm left, sunset dawning over pandora. the sky a deep purple, illuminating both your white freckles.

"we do not get sunsets like these in the forest," you teased.

neteyam grinned down at you, watching as you sat on the sand. he followed your lead, stars softly coating the sky.

neteyam laid down, not caring about sand getting stuck in his hair. you laid on his chest, cuddling against him as you gazed on the pretty eclipse.

"i could not last another day without you, ma neteyam," you admitted. his calming heartbeat reassured you everything, his hand gently running up and down your bicep.

"i hated being away from you... but you shouldn't have come, y/n." your mate replied.

you frowned at his words, leaning up so you could look down on his glowing features. "whatever comes, we will tackle it together. we will protect each other."

“i promise you, we will go home together.”

you leaned down to press a nurturing kiss on his plump lips, his hand moving to your lower back. he pushed you closer to him, desperate for your attention he has so longed for.

that night you reconnected on the beach, unknowing it would be the last peaceful night you share.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗

life seemed to be going by too quickly. the next day, the tsahìk, ronal, had her spirit sister and calf die. your heart ached for the poor woman, never wanting to lose your own ikran.

neteyam held your hand as the metkayina people grouped together, doing cultural shouts. you looked at your mate, holding onto his bicep as jake calmed the crowd down.

"you tell the tulkun that if they're hit by one of these they're marked for death, okay?" jake announced, showing a tracking dart.

your eyes trained on the bright yellow dart, you didn't notice lo'ak slipping out of the marui pod. "c'mon," neteyam grabbed you.

"no way you're going out there, baby brother." neteyam said to lo'ak as you watched the brothers.

"i have to warn payakan about the sky people," lo'ak remarked.

"no, i've got to keep your skxawng (idiot) ass here."

you heard your mate sigh before he continued speaking.

"why do you always have to be so difficult?"

"no, you mean why can't i be the perfect little soldier like you?"

"lo'ak-" you intervened, the boys' gaze landing on you. you gave the younger boy a back-off look.

lo'ak scoffed at you, continuing his rant.

"i'm not you! he's my brother, i'm going." lo'ak's words were filled with rage.

"no, i'm your brother!" neteyam yelled at his brother, seeing him dive into the water.

"lo'ak! get back here you- ugh!" neteyam shouted in frustration.

"we must go after him!" neteyam announced as a few other metkayina people approached, named tsireya, ao'nung, and rotxo.

you jumped onto neteyam's ilu, holding tightly onto his lower waist as you sucked in your breath. the familiar twist of your stomach appeared, your heart thundering in your chest as you felt your mate grip your thigh.

as you all approached lo'ak, your eyes marveled at the massive creature that befriended lo'ak.

"help! he's been hit!" lo'ak shouted, all of you jumping onto the animal. you let out a gasp as the tulkun had a tracking dart on him, your eyes shifting up to see kiri and tuk approaching.

"y/n- what is happening?" tuk asked, holding onto your hand as you helped her onto the tulkun.

you turned around, seeing a ship approaching.

"neteyam!" you announced. everyone moved quickly as the ship continued to approach, lo'ak calling for backup to jake.

time moved too quick as the teens finally yanked the dart off payakan. "i will throw them off!"

neteyam took off on the ilu as you urged tuk and kiri onto one.

tuk held onto you, frightened by what was happening. none of you went very far as submarines were hot on your tail, splitting you all up.

you made sure to not lose tuk as you were struggling to hold your breath, not being prepared like your family was.

you soon found an air pocket, making sure tuk was with you as you sucked in deep breaths.

“i’m scared.” tuk admitted to you, her voice shaky.

“it is okay, i will get you back to neytiri and jake okay, i promise.” tuk nodded as tsireya swam into the air pocket with lo’ak.

“we have to get away,” tsireya said.

“we’re trapped.” lo’ak’s energy was full of frustration.

neteyam…

the voice once again whipped past your ear, making it falter.

“you three just need to escape, i will try to hold them off.” you told them.

nodding in agreement, you sucked in a deep breath as you swam in front of them. a force pushed you back, and you quickly realized that a net had caught tsireya and tuk.

you swam up to the surface, gasping for air as you called for your ikran.

the creature quickly scooped you up from the ocean water, your body dripping as you flew off to try and meet jake and neytiri.

your eyes narrowed as you saw another ikran approaching. “neytiri!” you shouted out.

she flew next to you, panic written on her face.

“they took tuk and lo’ak.”

she hissed in frustration, speaking to jake in their ear pieces. “you will keep watch for us.”

you didn’t argue with the mother, your mind too far gone into panic.

and as jake stood off with the sky people, your body slowly dried off from the sharp wind.

but when payakan leaped out of the water and took out people, you couldn’t help but notice your mate jump onto the ship.

the reef people and neytiri rushed into war, trying to give you all time to escape. you flew down next to the ship, jumping off to meet neteyam.

“y/n, get tuk and tsireya out of here!”

“girls go!” you barked the command, watching as they dove off safely.

neteyam hissed gently, mad you didn’t follow them. “together, remember?”

“we need to get spider!” lo’ak announced, taking off into the ship.

neteyam rushed after him, you quickly on their tail.

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But I set fire to the rain

Watched it pour as I touched your face

Well, it burned while I cried

'Cause I heard it screaming out your name

Your name

neteyam…

you once again felt chills run down your body, your mate’s name being called out to you.

“ma neteyam,” you whispered. you didn’t get another chance to speak before the boys jumped down to fight off the sky people, protecting their friend, spider.

“okay, let us get out of here!”

a gunshot sounded next to your figures, making your already anxious heart worsen. neteyam pushed you all forward, urging you to get off the ship.

fire igniting from the inside of the ship, ash forming on all your bodies.

“give me this!” he took the gun from lo’ak, shooting off some sky people as spider and lo’ak dove into the ocean.

“y/n, go!” neteyam commanded.

you opened your mouth to speak, but your mate’s name was being chanted in your head.

neteyam… neteyam… neteyam… neteyam…

“y/n!” he shouted, pulling you out of your trance. you jumped into the ocean, feeling the wave of another body next to you.

your head was ringing as you kicked your feet to the surface, your stomach pain stopping as your heartbeat slowed.

you looked around for your mate, feeling as if the rushing time had now stopped.

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I set fire to the rain

And I threw us into the flames

When it fell, something died

'Cause I knew that that was

The last time, the last time

“i’m shot,” he moaned out in pain.

the words rung in your head, making your vision fuzzy. tsireya called an ilu, all of them forcing neteyam on the animal.

you jumped onto the animal, the chant continuing as neteyam leaned onto you for support.

his blood seeped onto your breast as jake met you all on a rocky island, helping you grab your injured mate.

your body was numb from shock, seeing your mate bleed out as neytiri now joined you.

neteyam was gasping for breath as he grabbed your hand. you gripped onto him, now coming back to reality.

“ma neteyam-“ you choked out.

“i’m sorry,” he apologized to everyone.

you ran your hand against his forehead to his cheek, tears pouring from your darkened eyes.

“i cannot lose you, 'teyam.” you cried, staring into his once bright eyes that were now dull and lifeless.

“y/n- i-“ neteyam choked out, but his sentence was never finished as his grip loosened.

the familiar feeling of your heart dropping now returned, one you would never wish upon anyone.

and as his soul slipped away, the ringing stopped. there was no more chanting, nothing but silence.

and then neytiri began screaming from grief, jake trying to calm her down.

too overwhelmed with shock, you stared down at your mate. his once happy, bright, wise soul now with the great mother.

you hadn’t even noticed jake and neytiri left, the only noise that you processed is the sound of the waves hitting the rock. tsireya was crying with lo’ak, saddened over the loss of the mighty warrior.

you placed your mate’s hand on your chest, relishing in the moments you spent together.

flashbacks stuck in your head from the night he left you, the night you two shared just a few days ago.

your ears were downturned as tears fell onto his wrist, eyes closed as you tried to feel your mate.

“i can’t feel you-“ you sobbed quietly.

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Sometimes I wake up by the door

That heart you caught must be waiting for you

Even now, when we're already over

I can't help myself from looking for you

the night of neteyam’s funeral you went to ronal for stomach pain.

the ceremony was beautiful, watching your mate have his energy be taken back by eywa. and while you were still in disbelief, you will never forget how the bright life engulfed him.

he was always so filled with light and joy, sharing it to others. he had the ability to cheer anyone up, and it made him adored by many.

and you will continue to keep that memory of him.

she was cleaning her home, her pregnant belly bulging as she came over and placed her finned hand directly on your stomach.

“you are pregnant.”

three years later

“zerok! be careful!” you laughed, chasing after your son.

you scooped him up in your arms, blowing against his belly as he giggled from your antics.

he wiggled out of your arms, continuing to run over to the beach. your son loved playing on the sand with the other kids, babbling with them as they played with nature.

you watched as your son approached a crying girl, cocking his head. he didn’t say anything, just began to hug her.

and when you realized the sight, tears began to build in your eyes. zerok looked identical to neteyam and you only hoped he would get his personality too.

you saw your deceased mate in zerok, a strong wave of emotion washing over you as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

that night, you took zerok to the spirit tree of the metkayina clan. you had resided there for the years as your mate was with their ancestors, not yours.

“ready, baby?” you smiled down at your son, helping him swim down to the tree.

you carefully connected his queue to the tree, following yours after. and as you closed your eyes, you felt like you were being sucked back.

your eyes opened, the sound of purring coming from a few feet away. the figure was hidden by brush as you cautiously pushed it away.

there, you saw neteyam. he was holding zerok in his arms, cradling him to sleep.

you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, scared that if you were to blink everything would disappear.

“there you are, i was beginning to worry about you.”

neteyam’s voice was gentle, a soft rasp hidden behind his vocal cords. he turned around, his face faltering once he saw you crying.

“why are you crying?” he asked, reaching his hand up to wipe away your tears.

“i just love my boys so much,” you said. pressing a kiss to zerok’s temple, neteyam leaned down to press his forehead to yours. you heard him sigh as he spoke.

“let’s go home.”

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introducing Neteyam to your spirit sister Neteyam x Reader gn pronouns

( its been a few weeks since the arrival of jake sully and his family

when they arrived your father ordered you and your younger siblings to teach the sully kids the way of your people.

its not long til the cycle of the tulkun migration continues and you are reunited with your spirit sister. )

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"THEYRE HERE ! The tulkun have returned" Neteyam gives your smiling face a confused look. you pull him up and urge him towards the commotion

in the short distance you hear joy and laughter, people run past you both as you slowly catch up to your siblings who already approach the tulkun. Na'vi and tulkun share their joy together as you both pass by, theres a beautiful connection that surround the two of you , engulfing Neteyam in the beauty of your clan.

you see your spirit sister Anyih from a distance and you can sense her excitement as she does yours , you pull him closer to you and he follows behind, swimming to the large creature

finally reconnected after many eclipses you tell eachother stories of your past journeys , current journeys and the joy overwhelms you when Anyih notices him presence

when you feel an arm wrap around your waist you finally turn to the first born sully, you sign to him the this is your spirit sister , Anyih.

you watch him give a playfully shy wave.

she judges him curtly and you could give a joyful laugh at the moment if you werent under water.

she sounds out a playful sound of approval which leaves you both confused but dont ask on.

for next few hours the 3 of you travel lengths of the oceans that would get you all killed if those in your clan found you returning just after ecplise, yous just laid there letting the ocean take yous further away while you all stared at the eclipse , feeling nete's hand guide some hair out of your face you smile at him , as he does to you , lost in the comfort of your smile

the sudden large splash pulls you both back into pandora , Anyih is laughing as she rolls around in the water , watching the impact of you both being pushed under water , this is when the three of you decide to head back

when they leave neteyam is already asking you many questions about the tulkun , you share with him the many stories you have of playing with the beloved tulkun getting up to no good

the two of you laugh soundly , enjoying the others joy , hand in hand your head casually leaning on his chest while his skinny monkey tail caresses yours , eclipse slowly sets in that night

"that was awesome" Neteyam says beside you with a smile

it was uncommon to you , the two of you met not long ago but you feel so comfortable with him , youve adored when his eyes connected with yours since the day he came here

to him your touch no matter the form could fire his heart beat for millenniums to come

in his eyes your presence is all he needs for his heart to heal from years of trying to be great for his father

when hes with you he doesnt feel judged and he loves that his soul always finds safety with you

- end

i was gonna like end it with the 2 of you connecting queues n wotnot but its off plot so ill js write more fics n drabbles abt him

#avatar 2 #neteyam x reader #hes so gorgeous #i love first borns

[recurring-polynya]

My Top 5 Bleach Filler Characters, Appropos of Nothing

5. Inaba Kagerouza, Reigai Arc

Inaba is, simply put, the pinnacle of Soul Society worldbuilding. He's got this long dramatic backstory and a bunch of rage bottled up in his chest, but also a guy needs a paycheck, so he's just been doing the R&D grind for a hundred years. He knows a shit-ton about the Dangai, which is relevant to his evil scheme, but it's also just his day job (also the Dangai owns, I want a PhD in "the Dangai"). No one else in Squad 12 seems to have the least bit of beef with him, even after he builds an evil duplicate of every person in the Gotei. Unlike a lot of mad scientist characters, he's good with his weapon. Maybe he's weirdly jacked under his villainous smock?? Also, his evil scheme was generally well thought out, and took into account the fact that the Gotei is a bunch of buffoons. ngl, I kinda wish his plan had succeeded, if only for the fact that it would probably really piss Aizen off.

4. Ran'Tao, Bount Arc

Everything about Ran'Tao owns, including:

Sexy glasses

Condemned so hard by the Central 46 that they gave her a kidou seal back tattoo

KIDOU. SHOTGUN.

Stabbed Kariya in the gut

Noped out at the end of the arc because Who Needs the Gotei's Shit?

3. Kuchiki Kouga, Zanpakutou Rebellion Arc I think that when you hear the story about how Byakuya was forbidden from marrying Hisana because she was a commoner, you're supposed to feel this great sense of injustice, like wow! Byakuya actually showed character by standing up for his love! And that's great and all, and then you get the Zanpakutou Rebellion Vintage Kuchiki Bullshit Flashbacks and it's like, oh, the last guy they married into the clan mass murdered a bunch of people and then they had to seal him up in a cave and I feel like that's an important piece of context in the entire Kuchiki Family-Being-a-Bitch-About-Who-Byakuya-Marries debacle.

Which isn't to exonerate the Kuchiki, here! It's very clear that Kouga wasn't that bad before he got pushed over the brink by Kuchiki family machinations. I mean, this is very much an Everyone's The Asshole situation.

I love the fact that they never come out and say that Kouga is Byakuya's uncle, but he's very obviously Byakuya's uncle.

I love the fact that he dramatically cut his kenseikan off with his sword and threw them at Ginrei and they made a gree card of it.

I love that he appears to be exactly Renji's height and has one chunk of hair that is the same color as Renji's and he over-accessorizes horrifically, and at best the Squad Six old-timer's had to be like "Byakuya don't do this to us again" when he hired Renji, and at worst there's a chance that Renji the secret baby that was born after Kouga was banished and he was hidden away in the Rukon so he didn't screw up the succession line but he's actually the true Heir to the Kuchiki.

2. Harugasaki Seizo, standalone episode 313 This dude had a homoerotic rivalry with Ikkaku (doomed, of course, because who could compete with Yumichika?), lost his shinigami powers when he took a blow meant for Ikkaku, and then spent the next hundred years putting his entire pussy into doing laundry for Squad 11. This man invented yearning, even if he did choose the worst possible person in the history of ever as the target of his affection.

1. Amagai Shuusuke, New Captain Shuusuke Amagai Arc He looks like Ross Poldark. He can't hold his liquor. No one knows who witnessed his Captain's Exam. Ukitake and Kyouraku tried to talk him into a threesome. He was nice to Kira. His bankai was a tuba that made a foghorn noise when it belched out fire. His dad was the shinigami equivalent of a narc, who got done dirty by the Captain-Commander. He fought the Dangai Cleaner and won. I love him more than anything.

Honorable Mention: Kenryuu and Enryuu, New Captain Shuusuke Amagai Arc Because they are an important reminder that for all the shinigami buffoonery I am forced to witness, day in and day out, some people graduate from Shin'ou, get shikai even, and still can't get hired by the Gotei.

#bleach filler #these are just my own cursed opinions you're under no obligation to share them #kenryuu and enryuu are also here because my husband loves them for absolutely no reason #i was trying to do this post out loud for him and i got to about no 3 and he was like 'kenryuu and enryuu right???' and i was like 'no dear #he also says they are married and will not hear arguments on this topic #i found (1) person on tumblr drawing seizo fanart and i respect that person to the bottom of my heart #i knew renji barely remembered seizo but imma write him into my squad 11 fanfic that i'm never going to finish see if i don't #procrastinating from my fanfic in some really epic ways today lads

[mac-and-thefox]

HI MAC!!!! heard you want smut prompts 👀👀 think like mary on a cross…. BUT MOUNTAIN ON A CROSS. and dew is running the show 😈 (bondage and mountain begging while dew teases him)

Okay I'm gonna be honest when I read the first part of the prompt I was like EHHH??? But yeah okay let's see how this goes😅😅 first smut, I hope you like it!

(This thing took off and went off on its own journey I'm sorry lol)

Let Me Lay My Hands On You

Through the haze of lust, the desire to please his mate and the overwhelming scent of arousal from both Dewdrop and himself, Mountain struggled to remember how he ended up in this situation.

Mountain was nothing if not a leader. Head of the pack, clan leader of the abbey earth ghouls, the steady heartbeat of the Ghost Project.

As is the way of things, things had been...a lot lately. Mountain had been very in his head. He hadn't been sleeping enough, which had made him distracted and a little irritable. At first Mountain just brushed it off, but soon it became apparent that something needed to be done; that this was not sustainable.

One morning, as they were curled together in their nest after Mountain had spent the previous night taking his mate apart in the most delicious, toe-curling ways, Dewdrop suggested something to help Mountain relax, to help him get out of his head for awhile.

Which is how he found himself in his current predicament.

When Dew had come to him dressed in that lingerie set, his mouth had immediately run dry. Black, with gold shimmering threads woven throughout and gold accents to match his mate's molten golden copper eyes, and golden waterfall of flowing hair. A lace bralette, just barely concealing his tiny tits with the silver hoops threaded through his nipples, those little pink buds that Mountain just loved to tweak, tug on and suck until Dew was melting underneath him, mewling and writhing under his touch. Those little black panties, barely just scraps of silk and lace held together by satin ribbon, and the matching garter belt, both perfectly tailored to his slim waist and round little ass.

"You've been working so hard lately, baby. Let me take care of you and make you feel good. Just one rule, you can't touch."

Mountain tried. He had tried so hard to be good for his mate, to let Dewdrop just take him apart and turn off his brain for awhile. But for as long as the two ghouls had been mated, and even further back than that, Mountain had been obsessed with how small the fire ghoul looked and felt in his arms.

Dew walked slowly towards the earth giant, hips and tail swaying slowly, temptingly, as he took in his mate's face, noting the pupils that grew until they almost entirely eclipsed the deep emerald green of Mountain's eyes as he sucked in a breath and stared hungrily at the smaller ghoul approaching him as he sat on the bed, hands placed on the covers like Dew had told him to.

All Mountain could think about as his mate approached him looking like some seductive, sinful, decadent dessert, was how badly he wanted to grab Dew and possess him over and over again; to make his hands touch around Dew's tiny waist and consume him until the little ghoul was clawing at his back coming apart on Mountain's massive cock as he cried and screamed out his mate's name.

Dew cupped Mountain's face in his hands and drew the larger ghoul towards him kissing him hungrily, possessively, licking into his mouth and running his tongue along Mountain's fangs as he kissed him like he wanted to consume his soul. Dews scent, warm cinnamon spiked with the spicy hint of his arousal, enveloped Mountain and he let out a moan as the air filled with the scent of mint and wildflowers, indicative of his own growing heat.

Dews hands wandered from his face to his chest, teasing his fingers through Mountain's chest hair and rubbing his thumb across Mountain's nipple, the bud growing pert and stiff under Dew's nimble fingers. The earth ghoul's breath caught and he let out a short cry as Dew suddenly gave the nipple a quick tug.

Mountain clenched his hands in the sheets as Dew brought his face directly to the fire ghoul's scent gland, allowing Mountain to kiss and lick at his mark like a man starved. Dew moved to straddle Mountain's lap and began grinding down on the bulge in Mountain's pants, his cock hard, throbbing and straining against his zipper as Dew's scent consumed him and he felt his mind begin to slip.

"Good, Ember, you're being such a good boy for me,"

Mountain's eyes fluttered shut as he nuzzled and mouthed at his mate's neck, letting out moans and small whines at the sweet relief of pressure as Dew slowly unzipped his pants and started drawing them down, palming at the bulge before Mountain's cock springs free.

"Lift your hips for me, baby. I wanna feel all of you,"

Dew settled himself back onto Mountain's thighs and continued grinding onto his cock. Mountain's eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of his cock rubbing along the cleft of Dew's ass, the slick from his water ghoul days soaking through his panties and making things soft, silky and wet. He felt himself slipping further and further under the spell being cast by his perfect mate, content to let Dew take him wherever he deigned to bring him.

In his pleasure and consuming desire for his ghoul, Mountain failed to notice his hands subconsciously coming to rest on Dew's hips. His fingers tightened and he started trying to move Dew along his cock as he started grinding his hips up into his mate's perfect body, crashing his lips back onto Dew's, moaning and begging against his lips to move harder, faster against his cock .

A sharp slap from Dew's tail brought him jarringly back into the present.

"What did I tell you?"

Dew threaded his hand into Mountain's hair, giving a sharp tug and forcing the earth ghoul's head back to look at him as Mountain let out a low whine in his throat. Dew's gaze bore into him as the heat in his stomach dropped like a stone from the intensity in the fire ghoul's smoldering eyes.

Mountain opened his mouth to answer but was quickly gagged by Dew pressing his thumb on to Mountain's tongue.

"I said, what did I tell you?"

Dew brought his other hand back down to Mountain's nipple, giving the bud a firm flick. Mountain jolted, giving a cry as he tried to give an answer around Dew's thumb on his tongue.

Dew wrapped his tail around Mountain's wrist, removing the massive hand from his hip and sliding from Mountain's lap. He picked up Mountain's pants from the ground and drew out the wide leather belt, wrapping it around his palm as he looked back at the earth ghoul on the bed.

"I gave you one rule, to not touch. If you can't obey such simple intructions then I guess we're just going to have to give you something to help you follow directions."

Dew moved around to kneel behind Mountain on the bed, drawing his arms back and wrapping the belt around his wrists and forearms, effectively binding his arms behind him.

Dew sat back on his haunches to admire his handiwork. He reached out with a claw and ran it softly up and down the valley created by his mate's muscled shoulders drawn together, watching the muscles jump and reveling in the strained whimper Mountain gave in return as the earth giant dropped.

Dew bent down to kiss and suck at Mountain's neck, bruises blooming like delicate flowers on the earth ghoul's skin . He threaded his fingers back into Mountain's hair and gripped firmly as Mountain let his head fall to the side to expose his neck to his mate, panting.

The feel of Dew's fangs at his pulse point sent jolting heat straight to Mountain's cock, it stood hard and red against his stomach as he cried out a high moan and canted his hips up into nothing.

"Dew, bug, please..." He gasped as Dew began grinding his own erection against Mountain's back.

Dew sucked another mark into his mate's skin before coming up to lick along the shell of his ear.

"Please what, baby? Use your words"

"Bug, please....please. Touch me, please it hurts,"

Dew let out a purr and nips at Mountain's mark. The earth ghoul let out a keening whine and a shiver as his mind reeled and floated at the sensations he was feeling and the desire, the need to touch and caress his Fire Lily while being vehemently denied.

Dew shifted to stand in front of his mate, softly held his chin and tipped Mountain's face back to look at him. He smiled at Mountain's heavy lidded eyes and slack jaw, the sharp scent of want and arousal rolling off of him in waves.

"I dunno, Mounty, only good boys get to have what they ask for,"

"Fire Lily, baby please, I wanna be good. Please....wanna be good for y--Aah...," Mountain slurred, tears gathering in his eyes as Dew lightly ran his hand up and down the length of his cock.

Dew stood back and let his panties drop to the ground, delicately stepping out of them. He picked them up and brought them to the earth ghoul's face. Mountain's mind shorted at the smell of Dew's arousal and slick. A string of drool fell from Mountain's lips as he groaned and let his head fall forward as heat punched him deep in his gut, his cock kicking and leaking pre at the spiced smell of his mate's want and need for him in return.

Dew settled back into Mountain's lap and kissed him softly on the forehead before grabbing Mountain's cock and lining it up underneath himself.

"Okay," Dew whispered as he slowly sank onto his Ember's throbbing heat. "You can have it, my good, perfect boy."

Mountain's eyes flew open and rolled back as he threw back his head and let out a long, broken cry at the feel, the heat, the tightness of his fire ghoul sinking slowly down his length until he was deeply seated in Dew's ass. The veins in his neck stood out as he keened and strained against the belt preventing him from grabbing his mate and fucking up into his tight, hot body until they both came in a implosion of heat, passion and need. But he was trying to be good. He needed to be good.

Dew took a deep breath, rested his forehead against his earth ghoul's and began riding him, a reward for his good boy.

Mountain sobbed.

#mac writes #the band ghost #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghost fan fiction #fic request #first smut #holy shit that really just took off on its own #gloom

[stayfortwominutes]

📝 "to take a bullet for you." | han

disclaimers; cursing*, no acts of violence portrayed in this fic are condoned*, written from second person perspective; no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; han x female reader

synopsis; you love jisung enough to take a bullet for him.

content; yakuza au (han & reader are yakuza leaders), death of a minor character, gun violence*, minor fluff at the end | word count; 1.3 k

jisung cannot fathom ever losing you.

life was about endurance, suffering through the hell of the cold, cruel world’s iniquities; yet finding respite in the things you loved, with the people you loved. he had never contemplated what it would mean to lose you.

you stalked cautiously behind him into his study, taking a seat on the chaise lounge alongside him while maintaining a slight distance. he hung his head in his hands, a fretful sigh emitting from him before he raked his fingers through his slicked back charcoal locks, sending strands in disarray across his forehead.

one of jisung’s attendants, yoon, stood next to you quietly, working skilfully to disinfect and bandage the flesh wound that adorned your right shoulder. feeling the sharp sting as the aide applied some alcohol to clean the injury, you could only hiss, biting your lip in discomfort.

jisung’s hand came to grasp yours, his thumb gently caressed the back of your palm. although an unfamiliar act, his touch encompassed a warmth of reassurance.

a few short moments later, yoon had patched up your abrasion.

“thank you for your work, you may leave.”

having dismissed the attendant, the two of you were ensconced in a stifling silence. there was an air of anticipation, the pair of you suppressing a slew of opinions, afraid to displease the other.

your story with jisung began in your childhood, having grown up alongside him. the pair of you were born to neighbouring syndicate leaders. as children, you attended the same schools, being raised in a similar manner to jisung, with the purpose of succeeding your father as his sole heir. you were trained in the art of combat and self-defence, then educated in handling business and negotiations; groomed to someday become the head of the clan.

but that plot was cut short just before your eighteenth birthday, your father welcomed your estranged half-brother, seunghyun, a product of his countless affairs, into the main house. with the emergence of seunghyun, your father tenaciously proposed the idea of marrying you off to jisung under the guise of strengthening the truce between the two groups. however, it was far from the truth. it was a demeaning ploy to have you domesticated, an odious endeavour at removing you from the line of succession so you would not hinder your half-sibling’s opportunity to assume power.

nevertheless, jisung nurtured the fire in your soul. he saw your potential, while your father hatefully admonished that "women held no position in the yakuza other than as entertainment," jisung had profound faith that you would disprove that belief, and it would only be one of the many glass ceilings that you broke through.

from the moment your marriage was official, you were regarded as an equal to him and by his men. he established that you were sharing the position as clan leader, that your opinion was to be regarded as the highest with his, and your safety was to be even more so a priority than his.

it was from his actions alone, sparing you the cheap saccharine illusions, that showed you he viewed you as his significant other: his partner in life and in crime.

“what were you thinking?” he uttered, eyes trained on something across the room, but his hand remained firmly in yours.

jisung understood you were not defenceless, rather you were more agile and quick witted than he could be at times, but the reality of your livelihood meant he had to be on constant alert. despite knowing your strength and resilience, jisung was protective of you, and he would travel across the ends of the earth to ensure you were respected and treated with utmost care. these deep feelings he harboured for you were never made apparent, he felt remorseful enough in having had your hand in marriage forcefully given to him.

the evening’s events were a bitter caveat that enlightened jisung to the perils you would encounter after acquiring the status of leader and becoming his wife. he viewed you as a source of strength, but in the world of crime, this translated to you being his ultimate weakness; a target for his opponents to steady their aim toward.

jisung had taken you along with him for a routine check up at the port on the east side of town, introducing you to his most trusted racket leader, park, who had been in the business with the han clan for over thirty years.

a spy sent on behalf of seunghyun disguised himself as a day-hire and lurked around the warehouse in the shadows as you and jisung conversed with park. you only noticed the lackey’s presence mere seconds before he took aim and shot at jisung’s back.

the glint of the metal cylinder under the moonlight pouring in from a nearby window caught your attention and you precipitately shieled jisung, both of you tumbling to the floor in your attempt to duck for cover. in doing so, you saved your husband from any detriment, but the bullet had caught the top of your right shoulder.

jisung’s fellows were quick to apprehend the assailant, kneeling him in front of the clan leader. your husband draped his coat over you, before ordering his attendant to escort you back to the car.

"i won't take long." he whispered, observing the weariness in your eyes.

once you were out of sight, he commenced his business with the shooter. there was an instantaneous switch from his placid demeanour when you were nearby, to the current bloodthirsty contempt he exuded; it sent chills down the perpetrator's spine.

“adults have to be responsible for their actions.”

your husband retrieved his handgun before outstretching his arm, and cocking the weapon in preparation with the heel of his palm.

“i don’t think it’s right to waste this round. do you?” he took the cold metal barrel to the man’s cheek, tapping it lightly.

“i’m not the fish you want. it was only a warning shot, seunghyun just wants t-to talk.” the attacker whimpered, filled with trepidation.

jisung refrained from laughing as he aimed the firearm directly between the man’s eyes.

“forget it. i’m not interested in talking anymore.”

he did not take pride in killing people, often affording lower grade men leniency, but seunghyun’s audaciousness in sending an inexperienced buffoon with a gun to confront him was beyond insulting.

"you disrespect me? i would have given you a warning."

jisung could only see red.

"but you disrespect my wife? that's when you earnt your fucking death sentence,” he remarked before promptly pulling the trigger.

the lump in your throat was growing, nearly suffocating, and you swallowed thickly. your husband’s usual garrulous disposition had disappeared, replaced by an anomalous withdrawal.

“he was about to shoot you. i couldn’t let that happen.” you respond lowly.

you kept your gaze fixed on your intertwined hands, fearful that the walls you had painstakingly broken between the two of you were being reconstructed, and this time reinforced.

through gritted teeth, and lips pursed taut with frustration, jisung finally peered over at you.

“and I’m supposed to be okay watching you get hurt? you’re my wife. you promised me forever.”

your heart clenched in contrite, his hardened facade collasping as you hear the desperate edge in his voice. you look up to match his gaze and discover the worry that glazes his features. having been a long-time companion to jisung, you were very rarely a witness to his fears.

you loosen his grip from yours and bring both your hands up to cup his soft cheeks. at your sudden tenderness, his tense jaw slackens, and his eyebrows unfurrow. you draw yourself closer to Jisung, less than an inch between you two remained.

“you should know that I love you."

you place a delicate kiss to his lips, the first with true feeling; no obligation nor hesitance veiling the action, just pure love and adoration for the man in front of you.

jisung drew back, a euphoric breath escaping him.

"enough to take a bullet for you.”

your husband was well aware that humour was your coping mechanism but began sulking, drawing his bottom lip into a pout. his hands moved to encircle your waist, steadily pulling you into his lap as he reclined back against the chaise lounge.

“shut up, you just did... now kiss me again.”

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ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ note; i wanted to challenge myself to do something different but i don't know if this came together as well as i intended. i feel like i blurred the lines between mafia and yakuza(?) i realise reader takes the side of "i'd die for you," while han plays the role of "i'd kill for you." lil bit of opposites attract? anyway, please let me know if you enjoyed it, or if you have any constructive feedback! © stayfortwominutes ; october 02, 2023.

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[cherubispunk]

ICHOR. BLOOD. WATER. (part ii // blood.) - Din Djarin x Witch!AFAB!Reader

summary: stranded. alone. a traitor to your people, your family. aeaea is the prison of paradise you call home, and he is the prophecy you like to call an enigma. the 'man made from metal', forged in fire, melted by your spell that is no witchcraft on your part. he is the hunter, you will always be the prey. it is the way as the fates designed it.

a note from lucy: this was meant to be posted earlier and it was also meant to be longer but ive been through so much these past few weeks i couldnt bring myself to write much more. for those waiting on dealer!Joel, its coming. it might just take me a little while. thank you all for your patience. i love you all, look after yourselves.

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wc: 1692 Warnings: 18+ MDNI! DARK CONTENT! mythology!au, no use of y/n, dubcon, smut, p in v sex (unprotected), reference to , cussing, mentions of witchcraft, voyeurism, mentions of drinking alcohol, mentions of food and descriptions of eatin, oral sex - m receiving, orgasm denial, toxic relationships, dom!din/sub!reader dynamic, sex as a means for manipulation and control, manipulative!din, stockholm syndrome?

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You can teach a viper to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite.  — Madeline Miller ‘Circe’

‘Strangle me with Aphrodite’s very pearls. What a beautiful creation. Funny how we will all die but seek love for a pitiful salvation.’ Words engraved, etched into the gravestone of…this. This creation of torture. Of serpents’ forked tongues and gnashing lions teeth. Silence so large and gaping it made your heart dare to beat only in the ricochet of the shiver down your spine. He was the sharp blade of a knife, you were the wetstone he used to perfect its slide of slice. Bleed ichor from your veins while he grazes blunt teeth over the shallow skin upon your collarbone. 

You didn't care. ‘Give me that pointed, glimmering blade’, you thought, its vermillion stain now smeared too with gold. ‘Give me that blade. Some things are worth bloodshed.’ 

He was a killer. And his bounty was set on your spirit. Your calm. Your superiority over him. In his field, he was a master of his art. His armour gleamed as a trophy for his succession of rank. His clan– Here…he was a novice once again. Knew not a drop of knowledge of your craft, nor the whispering properties of each flower bud, fruit pit and herb stem in your garden. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme were nothing but cooking materials to him. And even that was a stretch to his mind. 

You wished to be Anothny’s Cleopatra to him. Not a wicked witch of the western tides. Toughened beauty, once black coals under pressure, now gleaming in diamond and its own giant covalent structure. Him swooning over your flesh for months and his tongue speaking within your mouth. There was no turquoise over your eyes, nor the stain of the madder root over your lips to paint him with. His face was still an image that belonged to your mind. Not the reality you lived now with him tangled in your sheets. Rippled muscled under a tapestry of scars and skin. 

He did some things. Mainly doted care to the child whom you sense properties in. A magic akin to your own, yet not all the same. His was one of energy, a flowing combination of entities, living a breathing through you, him, the mandalorian and each living being on this island. Mauve further. It was a balance that even you did not know the tipping point of nor the origin of its birth. It was shaking. It crumbled under the erosion of water to salt pillars until its foundations skimmed to their very bare bones. 

It took with it the light of your sanctuary and morphed into Tartarus, so your soul may burn in forged cast iron chains. They were white hot in the black soot tinders. Glowing violently in your corneas while they singed sight. Scorched touch. Seared taste. The battle of yours and the child's power. 

You watched in awe one night, the lights out, but a single sliver of silver from Artemis’s glow caught the sharpened tip of a knife you know strapped to your thigh under the skirts of your dress. Would his blood sizzle when it touched the blade, as you only imagined it ran hot and thick with the brazen burn of his anger. Ichor? No. He was no god. But his touch was of divinity. And left a tingle of power in its bone cramping wake. Wailing for more. 

Only just the night before you had dropped to your knees in the doorframe of your chambers. Took off his armour beforehand in wordless undoing. Your tragic hero ending. And then gave him your mouth. Not words. Nor cunt. Just the mouth. Tip of the tongue, the lips and teeth. The stretch of his cock still wrung out your throat. Slick and wanting while it mimicked the way your cunt hugged the tip so well. Tased of salt and something more. Something forbidden or taboo. And he took his time with slow shallow thrusts at first, a large gloved hand cradling the curve of the jaw that went slack to let him buck deeper. 

This morning was one of the first times you lamented over the now restricted motion in your jaw. The ache still nagged into the later hours, when The Mandalorian returned from your gardens, the bloody and mangled caracas of a rabbit thumping down on the table. He sat at the head of the table opposite you, cleaning the blood from his knife on his cape. You thought if you saw his eyes — be it hickory, azure, or pine — you would have crystallised in that very moment and that very form. Cured oak table under your fingertips, feet planted into the terracotta floor. His irises setting your thrumming heart dead still.

This was the man you let into your bed.

He remained there, sat still in his chair while the child babbled in the kitchen with you. You took that rabbit. Skinned it. Dressed it. And roasted the meat in a marinade of white wine and spices from the edge of your fenced garden. Later you would hang the pelt and let it air — make something for the child. Mittens maybe. 

For now, you took your time circling the table to place each plate down: cheese, seasoned greens, a cup for the vessel of wine to his side. The silverware gleamed menacing in dim candlelight while he awaited each plate, unmoving in his armour while each delicacy was gifted to him upon his high table. And when you retired to your seat, the child had taken his too and started his feast, sticky plum jam smeared over his lips as he dribbled innocently and unaware over his rabbit leg.

But upon your silver plate was a single strip of black cloth, folded over twice on itself. 

Your eyes lifted to meet him, wide in wondering question. Only to hit a barrier of beskar when you see his visor still covers his face. Not a scrap of food had been helped onto his plate by his still gloved hands. His boots that traipsed dirt through your door were still on his feet, caked in mud on the soles.

“What’s this?” Nothing. Not a word past his lips. “Am I to figure it out for myself?” He cleared his throat, raising his head so his chin jutted out towards you. “Your eyes.”

“My eyes?” 

“You must wear it if you are to eat with us.” 

You pouted, pressing your tongue to the flesh on the inside of your cheek, then kissed your teeth. 

“You mean to dictate my freedom in my own home.” You scoffed and slung your arms across your chest, crossing them. “At my own table? You are sick in your own head, Mandalorian, if you think I am one to bend my will to the whims of others. Especially in my own house.” And he repeated,

while his shoulders drew taught under his pauldrons with the armour gleaming in the silver glare of Selene’s chariot. And he planted a seed in your stomach, turned in it, and made you feel sick. You preferred him between your legs, his name between your teeth and tongue. 

“You must wear it if you are to eat with us.” 

Eyes fell to the plate, that cloth once more. Would it be poisoned? The fabric snared with nettle to sting your eyes. Here you had two choices. Stay, blind yourself, yield to him somewhere other than your chambers. Or stand and leave. Either way, it was an act of submission. 

You did neither. Instead, you stood, kicking your chair back behind you before swanning over to the seat next to him, taking the other leg of rabbit and sinking your teeth into its cooked flesh, all the while your eyes on him. To tartarus with xenia, he outstayed his welcome long after he passed the threshold of your home. Helios could come and smite you for all you cared, the fates could snip your golden immortal line of yarn. No horror could compare to the satisfaction you had as you stuffed your face with food you'd slaved over for him. His refusal was your gain and soon you moved onto the plumbs, sticky sweet juice dribbling down your demented smile. 

You wafted the half chewn and mangled fleshy bone in his face, smirking with your mouth full. 

“Go on, Madalorian.” You crooned, “have a bite. Give in a little.” 

His hand snatched your wrist the moment the words left your stained lips, gloved fingertips making something click in your bones. You bit down the pain with a swallow, smirk remaining triumphant across your features. 

“Put it down.” He grimaced, curling his helmet covered lip at the state of you. Unkempt and wild, shrewish in your dignity. 

“Or what?” 

He let go. Sat back, pushed out a huff through his nostrils. 

Then he stood. You watched unphased and delighted with yourself as he took the child who cooed up at him. And listened out for his heavy footsteps as he climbed the stairs to his and the child’s room. Then silence. All the while you tossed the stripped bone to his plate and licked your fingers. 

You didn’t know what you would rather prefer. Him to come back down. Or stay and retire to bed. Regardless, he’d take you eventually. Here or up in your bed chambers. Unlace your corset or nightgown. Use you as his nightcap before slipping off. Without getting a look upon him. Not a sliver of his visage to hold to in sleep. 

He did come down. And with a heavy hand bent you over the head of the table, a gloved palm pressing your face into the wood. 

Physically you were here. Mentally, you were back against the silver birch. His cock splitting you in two once again while you smiled sadistically in candlelight. Him seeping into you through the cracks of your ribs, the gaps between your teeth. The opening of yourself to the twisting knot of denial within you. 

Between your thighs where he belonged. 

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Jin Ling and the Curse of Escalating Abuse

Seeing the complex nature of the relationship between Jin Ling and Jiang Cheng, I wanted to cover the topic of escalating abuse of the uncle towards his nephew, as Jiang Cheng is abusive towards Jin Ling throughout the entire story but that abuse shifts as the story goes on. Note: this is not an essay about how abusive people can love their victims still. I know Jiang Cheng loves his nephew, but that love means nothing in the face of him continuously being the force that drives the young boy to danger. Love does not absolve abuse. Moving on: though many of the scenes I mention are gone over in multiple translations, I will only be using one source per scene for my argument, as none of them are worded radically different. I will, however, include the other translations under the cut for anyone who wants to see them for comparison.

In the early section of the novels, we learn two important bits of information about how Jin Ling views his maternal uncle, Jiang Cheng:

From as early as Jin Ling could remember, he had never seen Jiang Cheng’s face make the expression it was currently making. His uncle, who had led the distinguished Yunmeng Jiang Clan alone since the man had been young, had been cold, severe, and gloomy for years and years on end. Not a single lenient or merciful word left Jiang Cheng’s mouth if he could help it, nor was he ever willing to offer charity and kindness.

–Chapt. 23: Malice I, fanyiyi

Angrily, [Jin Ling] leapt onto his feet and pulled out his sword on the spot. “How dare you hit me! Even my uncle’s never hit me!”

Surprised, Wei Wuxian said, “Really? But doesn’t he say he’s going to break your legs all the time?”

“He’s just saying that!” Jin Ling raged.

–Chapt. 24: Malice II, fanyiyi

From Jin Ling’s perspective, his maternal uncle is always acerbic and never kind, but he has never been physically abusive to Jin Ling. Plus though he often threatens Jin Ling with physical abuse–threatening to break his legs or use Zidian on him–Jin Ling considers this all talk. In fact, Jiang Cheng’s abuse of Jin Ling stays firmly in the realm of verbal and emotional for most of the story. His most common insults to throw at his nephew are about Jin Ling appearing unworthy of his position as Jin (and Jiang) heir, in almost a mimicry of how Madam Yu would tell him that he was unworthy of being the Jiang heir in comparison to Wei Wuxian:

Frowning, he said, “Jin Ling, how much time are you going to waste? Do you need me to go over there and invite you back? Look at your sorry state—why the hell haven’t you gotten back up!?”

–Chapt. 7: Pride II, fanyiyi

“‘Fine’?” Jiang Cheng said. “You look like you took a tumble in a muddy ditch—you call that ‘fine?’ Aren’t you embarrassed to be wearing your clan’s uniform? Go back and change immediately! Out with it—what did you run into today?”

–Chapt. 23: Malice I, fanyiyi

He is also shown to have a bad habit of lashing out instead of expressing any emotion that could be considered nice, just like Jin Ling says:

Upon seeing that Jin Ling was fine, Jiang Cheng’s heart crashed back to earth like a boulder. Immediately furious, he said, “Didn’t you bring a signal? Don’t you know to fire it if you encounter something like this? Don’t try to show off! Come here!”

–Chapt. 10: Pride V, fanyiyi

And because of Jiang Cheng’s outward lack of concern for Jin Ling’s health and safety–prefering barbs over comfort–Jin Ling refuses to be vulnerable with him, keeping his fears, concerns, disappointments, and even positive emotions like relief to himself. Outwardly, he lashes out, just like he has learned to do from his maternal uncle:

Since Jin Ling hadn’t caught the soul eating maiden, he was also angry. “Wasn’t it you who told me I had to take the thing down no matter what?! You told me if I didn’t get it, I should never come see you again!”

–Chapt. 10: Pride V, fanyiyi

Annoyed, Jin Ling said, “I already told you, I didn’t run into anything! It was just a fall. The whole journey was a waste of time.”

–Chapt. 23: Malice I, fanyiyi

The one who called was Jiang Cheng, who stood near the edge. Still teary-eyed, as soon as Jin Ling saw his uncle, he immediately wiped his face, sniffing. He looked here and there and finally made up his mind to fly over, landing at Jiang Cheng’s side.

Jiang Cheng grabbed him, “What happened to you? Who did this to you?!”

Jin Ling rubbed his eyes roughly, refusing to speak up.

–Chapt. 84: Loyalty, exr

Who can blame him, though? Almost every life-threatening situation Jin Ling finds himself in is a direct result of Jiang Cheng’s cruelty towards him: from attempting to fight to goddess statue without calling for help, to ending up almost suffocated in the walls of the Nie Clan Saber Hall, and even to him winding up in Yi City:

Jiang Cheng’s next words were wrapped in thorns. “Why are you still standing there? Are you waiting for prey to rush toward you and stick themselves on your sword? If you can’t capture whatever’s living in Dafan Mountain, don’t ever come see me again!”

–Chapt. 8: Pride III, fanyiyi

It seemed that the boy hadn’t come to Qinghe alone. No surprise—at Dafan Mountain, Jiang Cheng had come to support his nephew, so why wouldn’t he come this time too? Only it seemed that the uncle and nephew had gotten into an argument in Qinghe Town, which caused Jin Ling to set off for Xinglu Ridge on his own.

–Chapt. 23: Malice I, fanyiyi

It turned out that, having tricked his uncle and released Wei Wuxian several days ago, Jin Ling had been worried that Jiang Cheng would actually break his legs, so he had decided to sneak off and disappear, intending to reappear in front his uncle only after Jiang Cheng’s temper had cooled.

–Chapt. 35: Flora III, fanyiyi

As much as Jin Ling wants to assure everyone that “that’s just how his uncle is” and show us how unbothered he is by Jiang Cheng’s behavior, he does actually fear the man. And with good reason to! Now let’s address the elephant in the room: Jiang Cheng very much so does want to be physically harm Jin Ling, and this almost always correlates to Jin Ling talking back/not listening to him. Take this scene from right after the juniors survive the goddess statue and Jin Ling reminding Jiang Cheng that he was the one who told the boy to either catch the beast on Dafan Mountain or never return to him:

Jiang Cheng wanted to slap the stinking brat so hard he’d fly back up his mother’s birth canal—but he did actually say those words. Since he couldn’t very well embarrass himself, the Clan Chief could only turn to sarcastically mocking the cultivators scattered randomly over the ground. “So what exactly thrashed all of you into looking so dignified?”

–Chapt. 10: Pride V, fanyiyi

The thing stopping him from slapping Jin Ling is the fact that Jiang Cheng publicly told the boy not to come back if he was not successful, and he has been publicly called out when trying to take Jin Ling to task. Being unable to swipe at the boy as he wishes, he then turns his attention to his disciples to punish, as they are lower than him in rank and therefore no one can chastise him on his unbecoming behavior. But once we get to the scenes where all social hierarchy and propriety break down–the second siege and Guanyin Temple–all hands are loosed:

Jiang Cheng forced himself to walk over to Jin Ling, grabbing him at once, “Did you get hurt?!”

Jin Ling’s breaths even smelled like rust, “I didn’t. I...”

Jiang Cheng immediately slapped him onto the ground, scolding, “You didn’t?! Then I’ll make you get hurt and teach you the lesson! You damn brat turning a deaf ear to my words?!”

–Chapt. 81: Loyalty, exr

Jiang Cheng shoved Jin Ling, who’d been holding him up helplessly, out of the way...

...With panic, Jin Ling stood in front of Jiang Cheng, “HanGuang-Jun! My uncle’s hurt...”

Jiang Cheng slapped him onto the ground, “Let him come! Am I scared of him?!”

–Chapt. 102: Hatred, exr

Social etiquette no longer exists in a life-or-death battle or hostage situation, so Jiang Cheng has no face to maintain in front of anyone else. But by this point in the story, Jin Ling has spent a considerable amount of time with two role models who do show him kindness, care, and support. He begins to crave that parental love he has been deprived of, starting from the second siege:

A few sect leaders clutched onto their sons, cautioning them, “When the corpses rush inside all at once, protect yourself and try to get out. Stay alive no matter what! You understand?!”

As Jin Ling heard this, he felt himself cringe, but somewhere deep down he hoped that his uncle would say something similar as well. He waited for a while, but nothing came from Jiang Cheng...

–Chapt. 81: Loyalty, exr

And when Jiang Cheng finally hits him for the first time, Jin Ling’s only reaction is to look towards wangxian:

He sat down, catching his breath as his eyes turned to the two sitting at the side of the Demon-Slaughtering Cave closest to the outside.

Both Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi were a mess.

–Chapt. 81: Loyalty, exr

Finally, all of the dysfunction in Jin Ling and Jiang Cheng’s relationship comes to a head in Guanyin Temple, the climax of the story. Jiang Cheng’s behavior escalates into physical violence towards his last living relative, while Jin Ling is no longer lashing out at his uncle in place of being vulnerable but is also no longer able to brush off Jiang Cheng’s cruelty as acceptable. He has had his entire worldview turned on its head, and out of that, realizes that he does not want to continue the cycle of abuse and hatred that Jiang Cheng tries to force him to inherit, but would rather follow the path of love and kindness that Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have shown him is possible.

Jin Ling on Jiang Cheng’s personality:

For as long as he could remember, Jin Ling had never seen Jiang Cheng with such an expression. His uncle, who had single-handedly led the Jiang Clan of Yunmeng at a tender young age, was always cold and gloomy. He was merciless and never kind with his words.

–Chapt. 23: Malevolent Part 1: Running into Gunpoint, taming wangxian

From the beginning of his memory until now, Jin Ling had never seen such a look on Jiang Cheng’s face before. This uncle of his who led the prominent YunmengJiang Sect ever since a young age had always been cold and dark. When he spoke, he was willing to neither show mercy nor do good.

–Chapt. 23: Malice, exr

Jin Ling saying Jiang Cheng has never hit him before and is all talk:

Jin Ling stirred awake after a while. He rubbed his neck, which was still hurting, then angrily drew his sword and sprung up. “How dare you hit me! Even my uncle has never hit me before!”

Wei Wuxian was shocked. “Is that so? Doesn’t he frequently say that he will break your legs?”

Jin Ling raged, “He had never meant what he said!! You fucking cutsleeve, what do you want? I ...”

–Chapt. 24: Malevolent Part 2: Escape, taming wangxian

He was so angry that he jumped up and unsheathed his sword at once, “How dare you hit me! My uncle hadn’t even hit me before!”

Wei WuXian exclaimed, “Really? Doesn’t he say that he’ll break your legs all the time?”

Jin Ling fumed, “He’s only saying that! You damn cut- sleeve, what on Earth do you want? I...”

–Chapt. 24: Malice, exr

Jiang Cheng’s insults to Jin Ling:

He scowled, “Jin Ling, why are you wasting so much time? Do I have to come over to invite you back? You look like a mess now; why aren’t you getting up?”

–Chapt. 7: The Prideful Part 2: Wangji Finally Makes his Appearance! taming wangxian

He frowned, “Jin Ling, why did you linger for so long? Do you really need me to come and pick you up? Look at what a terrible situation you’re in right now, and get up!”

–Chapt. 7: Arrogance, exr

Jiang Cheng said, “Safe and sound? You look like you’ve been rolling around in the gutters, how is that ‘safe and sound’? Aren’t you ashamed to be wearing your family’s uniform? Hurry back now and get changed! Spit it out, what did you encounter today?”

–Chapt. 23: Malevolent Part 1: Running into Gunpoint, taming wangxian

Jiang Cheng, “Nothing wrong? You look like you just rolled around in a muddy ditch, and you say there’s nothing wrong with you! Don’t you think that it’s an embarrassment to be wearing your sect’s uniform? Hurry back and change into something else! Speak. What did you run into today?”

–Chapt. 23: Malice, exr

Jiang Cheng lashing out at Jin Ling in place of concern:

Jiang Cheng was greatly relieved when he saw that Jin Ling was not harmed. He immediately began to reprimand him. “Didn’t you bring the signals with you? Why didn’t you release it even though you were up against something like this? Were you trying to show off? Come over here now!”

 –Chapt. 10: The Prideful Part 5: I’m Bringing This Man Back to the Lan Estate, taming wangxian

Seeing that Jin Ling was safe, Jiang Cheng finally calmed down. Quickly afterward, he scolded angrily, “Didn’t you bring signal firelights with you? Don’t you know to use them when you meet something like this? What are you pretending to be strong for? Scram over here!”

–Chapt. 10: Arrogance, exr

Jiang Cheng’s behavior pushing Jin Ling into danger:

Jiang Cheng then said in a scathing tone, “Why are you still standing there? The prey’s not going to stab themselves with your swords! If you can’t capture whatever’s on Dafan Mountain, don’t look for me again!”

–Chapt. 8: The Prideful Part 3: Discovering His Good Looks After Cleaning Up, taming wangxian

Jiang Cheng turned again, his words covered with thorns, “Why are you still standing there? Waiting for the prey to come and throw itself onto your sword? If, today, you don’t catch the creature hunting Dafan Mountain, don’t come to me ever again!”

–Chapt. 8: Arrogance, exr

It turned out that Jin Ling didn’t come to Qinghe alone. That wasn’t surprising; previously, Jiang Cheng had also provided him with back-up on Dafan Mountain, so why wouldn’t he be here this time? However, from the looks of it, the uncle and nephew probably had an argument in Qinghe, hence Jin Ling had trekked up Xinglu Ridge alone.

–Chapt. 23: Malevolent Part 1: Running into Gunpoint, taming wangxian

It appeared that Jin Ling didn’t come to Qinghe alone. Well, no wonder. Last time, at Dafan Mountain, Jiang Cheng had been there to assist him, so why wouldn’t he have come this time? However, looking at this now, it seemed that the two had a quarrel in the town of Qinghe, which was why Jin Ling went up the Xinglu Ridge alone

–Chapt. 23: Malice, exr

It turned out that a few days ago, after Jin Ling had sent Jiang Cheng away on a lie and released Wei Wuxian, he was worried that his uncle might really break his legs this time around. Hence, he decided to sneak out and disappear for a couple of weeks, then reappear when Jiang Cheng’s anger had subsided.

–Chapt. 35: Foliage Part 3: The Paper Effigies Shop and Glutinous Rice Porridge, taming wangxian

Ever since a few days ago, after Jin Ling lied to his uncle and let Wei WuXian go, he had been worried that this time Jiang Cheng would really break his legs, so he decided to sneak out and disappear for a few days, not appearing in front of Jiang Cheng until his anger subsided.

–Chapt. 35: Grasses, exr

Jin Ling refusing to be vulnerable with Jiang Cheng/lashing out:

Jin Ling was furious that he failed to capture the soul-eating fairy, and retorted, “Didn’t you say I had to capture it at all costs? And that I shouldn’t return to you empty handed!”

–Chapt. 10: The Prideful Part 5: I’m Bringing This Man Back to the Lan Estate, taming wangxian

Jin Ling was also angered from not capturing the soul- consuming goddess, “Weren’t you the one who told me that I have to catch it? And, if I don’t catch it, I shouldn’t go see you?”

–Chapt. 10: Arrogance, exr

Jin Ling said impatiently, “I’ve already told you that I didn’t encounter anything. I slipped and fell. It was a wasted trip. Ouch!” He yelled, “Don’t you drag me around like this! I’m not three years old!”

–Chapt. 23: Malevolent Part 1: Running into Gunpoint, taming wangxian

Jin Ling replied impatiently, “I already said that I didn’t run into anything. I tripped, and it was a waste of time. Ow!” He shouted, “Don’t tug on me like that! I’m not three-years- old!”

–Chapt. 23: Malice, exr

The voice that had called out earlier had belonged to the man standing at the head of the ship, none other than Jiang Cheng. Between tears, Jin Ling peered out and upon seeing his uncle, he abruptly stopped crying and quickly rubbed away his tears. Sniffing slightly, he looked around, clenching his teeth as he quickly flew over to Jiang Cheng’s side. Jiang Cheng grasped Jin Ling’s shoulders in alarm, asking, “What happened to you? Who bullied you!”

Rubbing his eyes forcefully, Jin Ling remained silent.

–Chapt. 84 Loyalty: Little Friends, chiaki_himura

The voice earlier had come from Jiang Cheng. Jin Ling’s eyes were misty with tears. Hearing his uncle’s voice, he immediately wiped his face clean, sniffed his nose, looked back and forth between the two ships, and then finally decided to fly over. The second Jin Ling landed besides him, Jiang Cheng had his hands on him, “What’s wrong? Who bullied you?!”

Jin Ling wiped at his eyes hard, but refused to speak.

–Chapt. 84: “Core” Part 6, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

Jiang Cheng wishing violence on Jin Ling:

Jiang Cheng wanted to slap this kid so hard that he would be forced back into his mother’s womb. However, these were his very own words; how could he take them back?

–Chapt. 10: The Prideful Part 5: I’m Bringing This Man Back to the Lan Estate, taming wangxian

Jiang Cheng seriously wanted to slap the rotten brat so hard that he went back inside his mother’s stomach. However, he really did say so himself, and he shouldn’t prove himself wrong.

–Chapt. 10: Arrogance, exr

Jiang Cheng physically harming Jin Ling:

Jiangcheng limped quickly towards Jin Ling, grabbing him his shoulders with both hands as he said angrily, “Are you hurt!”

Breathing heavily, Jin Ling murmured, “No, I......”

Jiang Cheng had landed a slap on Jin Ling’s face as he berated, “No?! If you’re not hurt then let me give you something to hurt about! You rascal, turning a deaf ear to my words now, aren’t you?!”

–Chapt. 81 Loyalty: Corpses of the Burial Mound, chiaki_himura

Jiang Cheng limped towards Jin Ling, grabbed him and yelled, “Are you injured!”

Even Jin Ling’s laboured breaths were tainted with the smell of blood, “No, I…….”

Jiang Cheng immediately slapped him onto the group, “No?! Then take this as a reminder for what you just did! Do my words mean nothing to you, you little shit!”

–Chapt. 81: “Core” Part 3, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

Jiang Cheng pushed away Jin Ling who had been supporting him, and despite having lost so much blood, his face remained flushed with anger as he roared, “How could you?! Wei Wuxian, how could you?!”...

...Lan Wangji stood up furiously as Jin Ling leapt in front of Jiang Cheng again, trembling as he begged, “HanGuang-Jun! My uncle is injured......”

Jiang Cheng struck a blow on Jin Ling, causing him to stumble to the ground.

–Chapt. 102 Hatred: I’m Sorry, I Swallowed My Words, chiaki_himura

Jin Ling wanting to hear kind words from Jiang Cheng:

Several sect leaders grabbed onto their offspring, urgently directing them, “When the corpses rush in, you have to protect yourself and find a way to escape. You must stay alive no matter what! Do you understand?!”

Hearing the desperation in the parents’ voices, Jin Ling felt a pang of sadness. Deep down, he had hoped that perhaps Jiang Cheng would also say this to him, but however long he waited, nothing came out of it...

–Chapt. 81 Loyalty: Corpses of the Burial Mound, chiaki_himura

Various Sect and Clan Leaders had grabbed their own sons, warning, “When the corpses rush in, you will protect yourself, and find a way to escape! You must survive no matter what happens! Do you understand me?!”

Hearing this, a sourness churned within Jin Ling. A part of him longed to hear those same words from his own uncle. But after waiting for a few, long moments, Jiang Cheng showed no sign of speaking up.

–Chapt. 81: “Core” Part 3, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

Jin Ling looking to wangxian for comfort:

After taking the blow, Jin Ling couldn’t stand any further and sat onto the ground heavily, breathing deeply as his eyes travelled to the silhouettes of the two people sitting closest to the entrance of the cave.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were a mess.

–Chapt. 81 Loyalty: Corpses of the Burial Mound, chiaki_himura

Yet Jiang Cheng* himself had no energy left to stand after giving this slap. He sat down heavily, breathing hard as he glared at the two figures closest to the mouth of the Demon-Crouching Cave.

Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi were a mess.

–Chapt. 81: “Core” Part 3, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

*boat-full-of-lotus-pods is the only translation of the three I have of Chapt. 81 that says that Jiang Cheng is the one who looks at wangxian. Both exr and chiaki_himura say that this is Jin Ling.

#human reads mdzs: take 2 #human metas mxtx #omfg this was long #also i thought about using every jl/jc interaction #but that is just too goddamn long #if you want to know how many times jc threatens jl with physical violence #you'll have to look that up on your own #i only took pertinent info from major arcs

[lostsoulau-ask]

The Dark "Hero", Mafodeus

Thanks to @heiressofdoodles that helped me find a name for this douchebag :D

(Description undercut)

Mafodeus, or more comonly known now as the Dark Hero of Yore, was born and raised into a wealthy Halcandrian family. As he grew, no one could say "no" to him nor his family, by fear of having their life completly destroyed.

Once he almost became an adult, he heard of this "Hero of Yore"/aliance with different clans from across the universe. Using his parents wealth and power, he easely became a hero without doing anything remotly heroic-

He already despised the mere thought of those "savages" staining the pristine grounds of his place, but he knew that even dirt had some uses.

After some time of "knowing" the others, mostly waving off the Dream and Heart Heroes thoughts at best, knowing that they are only the best of a primitive specie that only used childish illusions and sticks as swords. However, he took a liking to the Soul Hero and both decided to divide a plan to, at least put those "Dream Matters" to use.

Thus the NOVA project was created.

[omnious time skip]

The Galacta Knight was sealed, the Nightmare Slayer dead (temporarely) and throught propagandas and manipulations behind the curtains, painted both the Elder and the Knight as a manipulative traitor alongside a genocidal and canibalistic maniac.

However, the Soul Hero seemed to have found out what he had done away from prying eyes.

Another civil was was raging, and as the Soul heroine fought viciously died, turning into the first Soul Beast recorded. The Dark Hero was bukling under the horrors, using his Dark Powers... Until... Not much is said on this, maybe a spell back fired or too much uses of Dark Magic.

But his intence overarking fear, turned him into a being of only Darkness.

A Fear Bound Dark Matter.

#lostsoulau #kirby oc #lostsoulaulore #Mafodeus #LostSoulAU Prologue #(mentioned) #galacta knight #Soul Hero of Yore #Nightmare kirby #Nightmare Slayer