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nim

nim [nim] adj. timid, shy

Anonymous Request: Can we please get some shy Neteyam? Like he suddenly realized his best friend no longer looks like the kid he met when he was young and he starts getting shy around her and she thinks he doesn’t want to be friends anymore so he ends up confessing to her?

After an entire lifetime together, you can't figure out why Neteyam is suddenly pulling away from you - and it breaks your heart.

1,601 words

It was so long ago, that you could not remember when you had met Neteyam. You were too small. Your mothers were close friends, and so you and your siblings spent a lot of time with the Sully children.

Just Neteyam and Kiri at first, and then Lo'ak soon after and later, Tuk.

You and your sisters loved the Sully children, and the seven of you were often found together, along with your human friend, Spider.

As you grew, the intricacies of friendships changed, but the love and foundation stayed the same. As you rapidly approached adulthood, it became very clear that your younger sister, Jinorah, and Lo'ak, would probably end up as a mated pair. It made sense to all who knew them - where Lo'ak was boisterous and sometimes acted without thought, Jinorah was quiet, and always very thoughtful. They were a complimentary pair - and you were happy for them.

When you were younger, you'd had your eyes on the eldest Sully, Neteyam, but now at nearly 20, you thought that dream was a little bit silly.

To hope for the eldest son of Taruk Makto, the next Olo'eyktan, was a little bit foolish. He could easily choose any woman in the clan that he wanted, and so you put that dream away, only to take out and look at on the rarest of occasions.

The two of you had a very close friendship that brought much joy to your life, and that was certainly enough for you.

--

Neteyam wasn't sure exactly when he'd noticed it. He remembered, when you were 16, some of the other boys talking about you... but he'd laughed at them.

You were Y/N. You'd been in diapers together, learned to walk together, grown up together.

As you neared 18, the talk became more frequent. It was almost like he couldn't escape it, and it drove him nuts. It was the same as if someone had come to him, telling him how beautiful Kiri was, how they wanted to make her their mate... it was just annoying.

But lately, something strange was happening.

You sat across from him at the fire, late when almost everyone had gone home but a few stragglers, and as the flames danced in front of your face, he saw what so many else had seen.

You looked like... a stranger, almost. It felt as if he had never seen your face before. The dramatic curve of your eyes, the fullness of your lips, the way your long neck lead down to slender, strong shoulders... had you always looked this way?

He was snapped out of his stupor when you met eyes with him, and he quickly looked away, feeling suddenly nervous.

Oh no.

--

For weeks, he avoided you. Anywhere that you were, Neteyam wasn't. Anytime you asked him to hunt, or ride, or swim, or anything, he was busy.

At first, you shrugged it off. After three weeks of this, you were beginning to take it personally.

Kiri had no idea what was wrong with him, and Lo'ak was too busy with your sister to notice or care. Tuk and your youngest sister, Bumi, were too busy with whatever they were into lately to care too much if Neteyam was avoiding you.

It was starting to really hurt. You realized how much time you spent with Neteyam. Any time anything happened to you, he was the first person you wanted to tell. He was the only person you wanted to go hunting or riding with, or share the evening meal with.

You felt a little lost without him, and weren't sure what you were going to do if you never figured out what was wrong.

--

This was getting really, really ridiculous. Neteyam felt like an idiot most of the time, but every time you got near him, he completely clammed up. His mouth went totally dry and he got kind of jittery and sweaty all over, and he had no idea to talk to the person who had been his best friend for nearly two decades.

He could see it was bothering you, but he didn't know how to broach the subject with you. It was his greatest fear that he confessed how he was failing, and he lost your friendship forever - but if he kept avoiding you, wouldn't he guarantee that same result?

"You're being a moron," Tuk told him after nearly a month of avoiding Y/N. "She's sad all the time, thinks you don't like her."

Neteyam rubbed his temple, and knew his youngest sister was right; he was being a huge idiot. He could either risk losing his best friend by telling her how he felt, or guarantee he would lose her by carrying on like this.

"She's swimming right now," Tuk said. "She told me she was going to ask you to come, but knew you would just say no." She shot a glare his way, and he deserved it.

"Thank you, Tuk," Neteyam said, and set off to find you.

--

The day was very hot, and the water felt beyond amazing. You floated, eyes closed, taking in deep breaths... and trying not to think of Neteyam.

The last month had been painful, and empty, and cold without him. It was no use denying it anymore. Neteyam was not just your best friend, but he was the man you loved, and you had to figure out a way to fix this.

You couldn't really figure out why you hadn't confronted him before then, but you had never gotten in so much as an argument with Neteyam... you didn't know how to confront him!

You decided to get out of the water, dry off, and find him. Standing up in the middle of the pool, you reached up to ring the water out of your hair, and enjoyed the sunshine on your face. All wet like this, it didn't feel hot - it just felt warm and cozy.

When you opened your eyes, Neteyam was standing at the edge of the water, his jaw practically on the ground.

--

You have got to be fucking kidding me, Neteyam thought when he arrived at the spring he knew Y/N liked to swim at best to see her standing in the middle of the water, smiling into the sun, her arms behind her head as she pressed the water from her hair.

She had never looked more stunning. He wanted to burn this image of her into his brain.

When she finally noticed him, she gave a little yelp.

"Neteyam!" she hissed. "You scared me."

Neteyam charged into the water.

--

Without so much as a word, Neteyam waded in the water towards you, a determined and serious look on his face. Water splashed up around him, soaking him and hitting you, and when he reached you, the two of you stood in silence, water up to your waists, for a long and heavy moment.

And you burst into tears.

Neteyam's look of determination melted away into a mixture of shock and concern.

"Y/N, no..." he whispered, bringing his hand up to cup the side of your face.

"What did I do, Teyam? Why are you avoiding me?"

Neteyam pursed his lips. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry I hurt you like this. I... I'm ashamed of myself."

You reached out and put your hand on his shoulder. "Please just tell me."

He still held your face in his hand, and he ran his thumb over your lips, making you gasp.

"I was embarrassed because I realized, how I feel about you, is not how I thought I felt about you."

You sighed. "That doesn't make any sense."

"I never noticed how beautiful you've become. It's not just beautiful, it's something else. You are perfect. Every part of you. The way you move, and talk. The way you hunt and fish. The way you take care of your sisters, and my sisters. I am in love with you, and I was worried if I told you, you might not feel comfortable being my friend anymore."

Of all the things you imagined had been the issue, Neteyam being in love with you hadn't even been on the list. It hadn't even been in the top ten.

"So you thought you would just avoid me and ruin our friendship, to avoid ruining our friendship?"

He brought his other hand up to wrap around your waist.

"I told you it was stupid, and embarrassing."

"You are stupid," you said, but you weren't mad anymore, and you didn't feel hurt anymore.

You felt absolutely elated, and you couldn't stop a smile from creeping across your face.

Neteyam's lips spread into a wide smile to match.

"You love me, too," Neteyam replied, his voice quiet, almost a whisper.

"I always have. You have wasted a month avoiding me when we could have been doing this." With a hand wrapped around the back of his neck, you pulled Neteyam down to bring his mouth to yours.

It was soft at first, and then it became urgent, as if this one kiss had to make up for all of the time that you had lost.

"Be my mate," Neteyam whispered between desperate kisses. His hands were in your hair, down your back, over your hips, back up to your neck; he couldn't get enough of you.

"Of course I will," you replied, and you pulled away from each other just enough to catch your breath and smile.

Even if he was a shy moron, he was your shy moron - and now, he would be forever.

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deja vu

Part 2

Synopsis: Since some things are precious but invisible to the eye, we forget them as life passes by. In which child Satoru forgot the promise he made to you as he grew up trying to fit into the expectations thrown at him, everything is fine until he began to dream about those moments he forgot, and he began to investigate what he forgot.

Word Count: 5,567 words

Warning: Imaginary friends, I don't know if this is angst anymore since it has a happy ending.

Note: Happy Birthday to me! (ᗒᗨᗕ) the title came from tomorrow x together's new song! go ahead and stream minisode 3. This is best to read while listening to deja vu! This was to be like long ass story but I'll just make a part 2 if everyone wants too. Have fun reading! <33.

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Stomp stomp

Satoru stopped running when he made it to the garden of his household, he ran away again from his lesson just to have fun. 

As Satoru stood on the pile of leaves, he carefully stomped out the melody of the Morse code, hoping to summon the person he had met in the garden. Each rhythmic stomp carried a message, a secret code only they shared.

"Satoru!" The voice called out, and he excitedly turned his head around to see you and the fennec fox that you weirdly named "Tomorrow.”

Upon seeing you, Satoru’s eyes lit up before he tried to rush towards you but instead, he tripped and landed right on his face. 

He groans in pain with tears threatening to spill but you come towards him, kneeling and helping him to stand up.

He started seeing you after his 7th birthday. When he was wandering around alone in the garden that was like a maze, he saw you sitting prettily as you gently petted that fox. 

You looked just around his age at that time, but he couldn't believe whether you were real or not since you looked like an angel to his eyes from how bright you were. 

It was as if you were not a human being at all…

When you accidentally made eye contact with Satoru, that's how you two began to meet in secret.

"Are you okay?" you asked with a concerned look as Satoru brushed it off, telling you he was fine, even though there was clear evidence of blood running down his nose.

Despite his attempt to hide it, you could see the pain in his eyes. 

Gently, you reached out and wiped away the blood with a handkerchief you always carried with you. Satoru winced slightly but tried to hide it with a weak smile.

"You really should be more careful, Satoru," you scolded softly, your voice filled with worry. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You led him to a nearby bench and carefully dabbed at his nose with the handkerchief, trying to stop the bleeding. 

The fennec fox, Tomorrow, nuzzled against Satoru's leg as if offering comfort in its own way.

As you tend to him, Satoru couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and safety wash over him. Being with you and Tomorrow always made him forget his troubles, even if just for a little while.

As Satoru sat there with you by his side, tending to his injury, he couldn't help but wish that this moment could last forever. 

He wished he could stay like this with you, with Tomorrow following you two around, offering silent companionship.

Despite the pain in his nose, Satoru felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him. 

Being with you made him forget about the stresses and worries of his everyday life as the heir to the Gojo clan. It was moments like these that he cherished the most, moments of simple happiness and quiet friendship.

As you finished cleaning up his nose, Satoru looked up at you with gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. 

"I don't know what I would do without you.” He added.

You gave him a light-hearted chuckle as you told him it's nothing, as long as his nose is fine. 

With a playful grin, you booped his nose gently, causing him to wince and whine as it still pained him even from a gentle touch.

"I'm sorry," you said with a sympathetic smile, realizing your mistake. "I didn't mean to make it hurt more."

Satoru shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips despite the discomfort. "It's okay," he assured you. "I'll survive."

You and Satoru shared a moment of laughter, finding solace in each other's company even in the midst of a small mishap. As Tomorrow nestled closer to both of you, the bond between the three of you felt stronger than ever.

As Satoru began to tell you about his day, you sat there listening attentively, giving him a genuine reaction to each detail he shared. 

You laughed at his humorous anecdotes, frowned at his frustrations, and smiled at his moments of joy.

Lost in conversation, neither of you noticed the passage of time or the maid beginning to appear in the garden. 

Satoru was completely engrossed in sharing his experiences with you, finding comfort in your presence and the ease with which he could confide in you.

While Satoru was still engrossed in telling his story, he was abruptly pulled on his wrist. Startled, he turned to face his personal maid, who had a frantic look on her face.

"Gojo-sama, who were you talking to?!" she asked, breathing heavily. 

Satoru was confused. "Huh? I was talking to-" He turned his head to face you and Tomorrow, eager to show you to the maid, but to his surprise, the two of you weren't there.

Huh?

Confusion clouded Satoru's expression as he scanned the garden, but there was no sign of you or Tomorrow. 

His heart sank as he realized that you and the fennec fox had vanished without a trace, leaving him standing there, alone with his bewildered maid.

The maid sighed in disappointment, her frustration evident as she scolded him. 

"I'm disappointed in you, Gojo-sama, for running away from your lecture and being here alone! How would your father react if he knew this?!" Her voice carried a mix of concern and fear, knowing the consequences of Satoru's actions if his father found out about his whereabouts while escaping an important lesson.

Satoru felt a pang of guilt as he realized the trouble he could be in if his father discovered his disobedience. 

He lowered his gaze, feeling ashamed for causing his maid such distress.

"I'm sorry," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'll go back to my lesson now."

With a heavy heart, Satoru followed his maid back to the house, his mind filled with thoughts of you and Tomorrow, wondering where you had disappeared and if he would ever see you again.

The next day, Satoru returned to the garden, finding himself standing in the same spot where he had met you before. Hesitant at first, he debated whether to do the Morse code to summon you, but he shook off his doubts and began stomping his feet in the pile of leaves, creating the familiar rhythm.

Just as he finished, he heard your voice calling out his name. Startled, Satoru turned around to see you standing there, nervous but with a glimmer of hope in your eyes. Tomorrow hung on your shoulder, adding to the surreal scene.

"Satoru," you spoke softly, the sound of his name sending a wave of relief through him. Without hesitation, he rushed towards you, a smile spreading across his face.

"You came back," he said, his voice filled with joy and gratitude. "I was afraid I wouldn't see you again.”

Satoru added, "Since you suddenly vanished yesterday when my maid was scolding me," his tone carrying a hint of hurt. You gently held his shoulder, trying to reassure him.

"I'm sorry about it, but if you know about it, I don't know about the consequences I'll face," you explained, your words tinged with concern. Satoru's interest was piqued by your cryptic statement, and he looked at you with curiosity.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his brows furrowing slightly. He couldn't help but wonder what consequences you were referring to and why you had disappeared so suddenly the day before.

You brushed it off, telling him it's nothing he should be worrying about. Satoru was confused as to why you couldn't tell him, but he kept quiet. All he wanted to do was spend time with you and Tomorrow, relishing in the moment of companionship and friendship.

Though a part of him was curious about the secrets you held, he decided not to press further. Instead, he focused on the present, cherishing the time he had with you and the fennec fox. As he watched Tomorrow playfully scampering around, a smile formed on Satoru's lips, grateful for the simple joys your presence brought him.

On his 10th birthday, Satoru came across the garden, but there was no joy in his body. He mechanically performed the usual Morse code, his heart heavy with burdens he couldn't quite articulate. When you called his name, he turned around to see you smiling at him, Tomorrow perched on your shoulder as usual.

However, your smile faltered as you sensed Satoru's unusual demeanor. Concern etched across your face as you approached him cautiously.

"Satoru, is everything alright?" you asked gently, your voice filled with genuine care. Satoru hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to express the turmoil he was feeling inside.

"I came here to tell you that I will stop coming here," Satoru replied, his voice tinged with sadness. Your face showed an expression of hurt and a small "oh" escaped your lips. Satoru scratched his nape nervously.

"Satoru, will you promise me?" you asked, your voice soft but filled with emotion.

"Promise about what?" he asked, confused by your request.

"Promise me that you will meet us again and you won't forget the Morse code we created and also mine and Tomorrow's name," you told him with a smile, even though it hurt you deeply.

Satoru thought it wasn't that hard as he agreed, "I promise," he said with a smile. You smiled back, though a tinge of sadness lingered in your eyes, as he walked away to head inside his clan household. You stood there, staring at the ground, hiding the fact that you had a gift for him hidden behind your feet.

As Satoru disappeared from view, you let out a sigh, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you. 

With a heavy heart, you bent down and retrieved the gift you had prepared for him, clutching it tightly in your hands.

Despite the pain of saying goodbye, you knew it was for the best. Holding onto the hope that someday, somehow, you and Satoru would meet again. 

With a determined smile, you tucked the gift away, silently vowing to cherish the memories you shared and to keep your promise to never forget.

But that promise slowly faded away as Satoru grew older, the memories of his childhood slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. 

Immersed in his duties as the heir of the Gojo clan, he became consumed by the weight of expectations and obligations.

As the years passed, the garden and the special moments he shared with you and Tomorrow became distant echoes in his mind, overshadowed by the demands of his position. 

Slowly but surely, the memories began to blur, the Morse code becoming nothing more than a forgotten melody, and your name fading into the depths of his consciousness.

Despite his best efforts to hold on, Satoru found himself unable to recall the promise he had made to you that day. 

It was as if a veil had been drawn over his past, shrouding it in a haze of forgetfulness.

With each passing day, the gap between Satoru's present and his cherished memories of the past widened, leaving him feeling lost and disconnected from the innocence and joy of his childhood. 

As he continued to fulfill his duties as the heir of the Gojo clan, the promise he had once made to never forget slipped further and further from his grasp, lost to the passage of time.

**

Satoru woke up abruptly, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. 

His hand instinctively went to his forehead, feeling the dampness of sweat, and then to his eyes, where he could still feel the lingering dampness of tears. 

He realized he had been crying in his sleep.

What the hell is that dream?

Confusion and unease settled over him as he tried to make sense of the emotions that had stirred within him. 

His heart felt heavy, weighed down by a sadness he couldn't quite place. Was it a dream that had brought him to tears, or was it something deeper, something he couldn't quite grasp?

As he lay there in the darkness, the remnants of his dream slipping away like smoke, Satoru couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered within him. 

Despite the warmth of his surroundings, he felt an inexplicable chill in his bones, as if something precious had been lost to him forever.

Satoru lay back again, his mind still lingering on the vivid dream. Who was that young girl in his dream? He swore he had never met them before. With a sigh, he glanced at his clock and realized he was awake earlier than usual. 

Feeling restless, Satoru got up and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth. As he stood in front of the mirror, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him. The memory of the dream lingered in the back of his mind, elusive yet haunting. 

Despite his attempts to push it aside, Satoru found himself lost in thought, pondering the significance of the dream and the emotions it had stirred within him. 

He is itching to know that person.

But as he rinsed his mouth and splashed water on his face, he resolved to put it behind him and focus on the day ahead. With a determined expression, he left the bathroom, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him.

At Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, Shoko and Geto stared at Satoru as if they had seen a ghost. "You're early, wow," Shoko said, amused, while Geto remarked, "You look like shit, dude."

Satoru groaned at them for being annoying. "Knock it off, you two!" he told them frustratedly as he rubbed his forehead, already feeling a headache coming on.

Both Shoko and Geto sat down in front of him after grabbing chairs. "Was it some girl?" Geto asked teasingly.

"I'll punch you in the face," Satoru told him annoyingly, clearly not in the mood for their jokes.

Shoko giggled at the exchange. "So it is a girl!" she said happily, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Satoru sighed heavily, covering his face with his arm at the desk in an attempt to ignore Shoko and Geto's antics. 

The two glanced at each other before shrugging and engaging in another conversation, leaving Satoru to his thoughts.

His mind began to wander, trying to unravel the mystery of the dream that had left him feeling unsettled. 

Did he really forget something? 

The thought gnawed at him, but his childhood memories were a blur, a part of his past that he often avoided digging into.

As Shoko and Geto's voices faded into the background, Satoru couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he was missing, something important that he had left behind in the depths of his memories. 

But as much as he tried to push the thought away, it lingered like a shadow, taunting him with its mysterious presence.

Even though it bugged Satoru, he continued his day like he usually did.

**

Satoru woke up in the middle of a field on a hill. Looking around, he found the surroundings peaceful, but confusion flooded his mind as he tried to comprehend how he had ended up there. Just as he was about to shout for someone, he heard a squeak.

His head swiftly turned to see a fox? But it didn't look like a normal fox; its color didn't match the foxes he knew. Perhaps it was a specific type of fox? 

He felt that this was the fox in his other dream.

The fox stared at him with an unreadable expression before turning around and running away down the mountain.

Satoru's eyes widened, and before he knew it, his feet unconsciously began to run, trying to chase after the mysterious fox.

As Satoru made it to the top of the hill where the fox had led him, he stared down to see someone's back facing him. They knelt in front of the fox, giving it a chin rub, to which the fox responded with evident happiness. 

Satoru was about to call out to the person, but to his horror, he found that his voice wouldn't come out. 

Panic surged through him as he tried to walk forward, only to find himself stumbling and falling through darkness. 

The sensation of falling seemed endless, and Satoru's mind raced with confusion and fear. 

What was happening? 

Where was he going? 

And who was that person with the fox? 

**

Satoru woke up again, this time to the sound of his alarm blaring. He sat up straight, turning off the alarm abruptly as he rubbed his eyes. 

The remnants of the dream lingered in his mind, leaving him feeling unsettled.

"Ah, my head," Satoru muttered, rubbing his temples in an attempt to alleviate the headache that had crept in. 

The vividness of the dream left him feeling disoriented as if it had a deeper significance that he couldn't quite grasp.

Satoru thought back to the person he had seen in his dream, trying to recall their features. He couldn't shake the feeling that the person was just around his age. 

Could it be that person and the fox were the ones from his dream?

Sighing, Satoru stood up and went about his usual routine, pushing the strange dream to the back of his mind for the time being. 

But the nagging feeling that there was something more to it lingered, leaving him unsettled as he went about his day.

**

Satoru called out to Shoko, who was smoking in the hallway. "Mhm?" she replied, blowing out a puff of smoke.

"Let me guess, did you and Suguru make another bet?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Satoru shook his head, a serious expression on his face.

He leaned against the wall, contemplating his thoughts for a moment before speaking again. "What would you do if you had a dream that felt so real?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. 

Shoko took another drag of her cigarette before responding. 

"Well, I guess it depends on the dream. But if it felt real, I'd probably try to figure out why it felt that way. Dreams can sometimes be a reflection of our subconscious thoughts and feelings, you know?" she replied, her tone thoughtful.

"But all dreams are just made up?" Satoru asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Shoko shrugged, taking another puff of her cigarette. "Well, believe what you want. I already gave you my answer to that question of yours," she said cryptically, leaving Satoru to ponder her words.

Satoru tried to question her further, but Shoko began to feel annoyed. She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, her patience wearing thin.

"Look, Satoru, I don't have time for your quarter-life crisis," she snapped, her irritation visible. "If you keep bothering me with these questions, I swear I'll kill you."

Despite her threatening tone, Shoko knew she wasn't strong enough to actually harm Satoru. 

It was more of an empty threat born out of frustration than anything else.

Satoru huffed in frustration as he walked away from Shoko, deciding to ask Geto the same question. 

However, his attempt didn't go as planned, as Geto's patience wore thin much quicker than expected.

As Satoru began to ask his question, Geto's annoyance boiled over, and he almost ended up getting beaten up by Geto for the umpteenth time for annoying him with his constant questions. 

Satoru quickly retreated, realizing that perhaps he needed to find the answers to his questions on his own.

**

Satoru woke up, finding himself back in his clan household's garden. 

It was a maze-like garden, designed to intrigue and challenge visitors. His eyes were drawn to a glowing circle, its color matching his own eyes. 

As it began to move inside the maze, Satoru felt a curious pull, compelling him to follow the mysterious object.

With cautious steps, he navigated through the intricate pathways of the maze, the hedges towering above him like walls of greenery. 

The glowing circle led him deeper into the maze, its light casting eerie shadows on the foliage.

Despite the uncertainty swirling in his mind, Satoru felt a sense of determination driving him forward. He had to find out what this glowing object was and why it had led him here. With each twist and turn of the maze, he moved closer to unraveling the mysteries hidden within.

As soon as Satoru took a turn in the maze, he slowed to a stop when he saw the same fox whining at the back of a glowing young girl. 

The girl was crying and digging into the ground, pushing something that resembled a letter. Satoru's interest was piqued by the unusual scene unfolding before him.

As the girl turned around, Satoru thought he would be able to see their face. 

However, instead of a clear view, their face seemed to glow, obscuring his vision and making it harder for him to see their features. 

They carried and hugged the fox tightly, tears streaming down her face, while the fox whined softly as if trying to comfort them in return.

A sense of empathy washed over Satoru as he watched the heartbreaking scene. He felt compelled to approach and offer his help, but he hesitated, unsure of how to intervene in such a mysterious and otherworldly situation.

Satoru's mouth unconsciously opened, but once again, his voice failed to emerge. His hand shot up to his neck, gripping it tightly in confusion. 

He felt a surge of panic as he wondered if he had suddenly become mute.

Frantically, Satoru tried to speak, but no sound escaped his lips. The realization that something strange was happening washed over him, leaving him feeling helpless.

The young girl stopped crying and stood up, still carrying the fox in her arms before suddenly running away. 

Satoru's eyes widened in surprise as he instinctively followed them, breaking into a run. However, he couldn't seem to move forward. 

Instead, he felt as if an invisible force was pulling him backward, preventing him from reaching the girl and the fox.

Confusion clouded Satoru's mind as he struggled against the unseen barrier, his heart pounding with frustration and urgency. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free. 

As he continued to struggle, his vision suddenly went dark.

**

Satoru woke up again, finding himself back in his dorm room. He sat up straight, blankly staring at the wall, lost in thought. Was this moment real or just another dream? 

To confirm, he pinched himself and winced as he felt the pain, concluding that he was not dreaming at this moment.

Sighing in relief, Satoru tried speaking and was reassured by the sound of his own voice. 

He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. As he looked into the mirror, he winced at the sight of his reflection. 

His face appeared ruined from his messed-up sleeping schedule, with prominent bags under his eyes indicating how little sleep he had been getting. 

As Satoru brushed his teeth, the memory of the garden dream flooded his mind.

He paused, toothbrush in hand, trying to recall the details of the dream. The image of the young girl burying something in the ground lingered in his thoughts.

"Maybe what the young girl buried was real," Satoru mused aloud to himself. 

The idea took root in his mind, and he felt a sudden determination to find out the truth. Without hesitation, he made a decision.

"I should find out," he resolved, determination firm in his voice.

After brushing his teeth, Satoru quickly made up his mind to head back to his clan. He decided to ditch school in order to find the mystery of what the young girl had buried in the ground.

**

The maid spoke in a happy tone, "I'm so glad you came to visit, Gojo-sama," her voice filled with genuine warmth. She had been with Satoru during his childhood and had seen him grow up.

Satoru smiled back at her as they walked down the hallway together. "Well, I just had something to take care of here," he told her, keeping his purpose for returning to the clan grounds vague for now. 

He didn't want to raise any suspicions about his sudden visit. 

"You were just this small back then," the maid said, a fond smile on her face as she reminisced. She placed her hand on her waist, indicating Satoru's small height from his childhood days. 

"You always ran away during lecture time because you had to go to the garden all the time," she chuckled, the memory bringing amusement to her voice.

Satoru froze on his spot, his mind intrigued by her words. "W-what do you mean?" he asked, his voice itching to know the answer.

"I mean you always had these imaginary friends," the maid explained gently, her tone understanding. "We saw that coming since you were a child. Maybe it was because you didn't have any other kids to play with at the time."

“You were always intrigued by the fennec fox or even those morse codes that you always show me.” She added

Satoru's eyes widened as the memories slowly started to come back to him. 

The mention of the fennec fox and the morse code stirred something deep within him, unlocking fragments of his forgotten childhood.

"You should go ahead," Satoru told the maid, his mind consumed with the memories flooding back to him.

"But I thought you wanted to eat some food?" she asked, confused by his sudden change of plans.

"I just had to get something first from my room. I'll join later," Satoru reassured her, his tone urgent as he made his way towards his room.

The maid was about to protest, but before she could say anything, Satoru vanished, using his teleportation ability to make a quick escape. 

She sighed and shook her head, accustomed to his unpredictable behavior, before heading to the kitchen to carry on with her tasks.

Satoru appeared in front of the garden, his determination driving him forward. He focused on remembering the path, trying his best to recall every twist and turn. 

With each step, he made a conscious effort to scan the ground, searching for any signs of disturbance that might indicate something had been dug up.

As he navigated through the maze, Satoru kept an observation eye on his surroundings, his senses heightened with anticipation. 

Every corner turned, every dead end reached, brought him closer to uncovering the truth behind the mysterious events that had unfolded in his dreams.

Satoru found a patch of dirt with growing grass, noticing how oddly dented it appeared. 

Suspicion sparked in his mind, prompting him to dig into the soil using his bare hands.

"The gardener must not have noticed this. I guess they barely come to this part of the maze," Satoru muttered to himself as he continued to dig, determined to uncover whatever lay hidden beneath the surface.

Satoru's hand quickly grabbed the dirty paper, unfolding it with trembling fingers. His eyes widened in astonishment when he recognized the familiar handwriting—it was the letter he had made.

The realization sent a shiver down his spine as he struggled to comprehend how it had ended up buried in the garden. 

Dear Future Me,

Hi! I hope you're having a good day! Remember that time when we met [Reader's name] and Tomorrow in the garden? It was super cool! We made a secret code together, just for us!

If you ever forget it, don't worry! It's

 - --- -- --- .-. .-. --- .-- ! It's from Tomorrow, the fennec fox's name! Isn't that awesome?

I hope you always remember our fun times and our secret code, even when you're all grown up!

From,

Your 7-Year-Old Self! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

Satoru's world seemed to come to a halt as he read the letter, flooded with memories of the day he had written it with you by his side. 

He remembered the joy of creating the secret code together, the excitement of writing the letter to his future self. It felt like a precious capsule of time, frozen in his memory forever.

[Reader’s name] and Tomorrow…

Quickly, he folded the paper and hid it inside his pocket, wanting to keep it safe and close to him. 

With a final glance at the spot where he had found the letter, Satoru carefully replaced the dirt, covering any trace of his discovery. 

As he made his way back, he felt a sense of urgency, not wanting the maid to worry about his absence.

After spending the day at the clan, Satoru returned to his dorm, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. 

As he prepared for bed, he made sure to take a moment to memorize the Morse code, repeating it over and over in his mind until it became second nature.

With the Morse code firmly ingrained in his memory, Satoru climbed into bed, ready to embrace whatever dreams may come. 

As he drifted off to sleep, he held onto the hope that he would find answers and perhaps even more memories waiting for him in the realm of dreams.

**

Satoru woke up on the hill, greeted by the sight of the fall season around him. 

He scanned his surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of Tomorrow and you, but they were nowhere to be found. Determined, he searched for a pile of leaves, his heart pounding with anticipation.

When he finally found one, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. 

With steady determination, he began to stomp his feet onto the leaves, creating the sound of the morse code echoing through the quiet air.

With each rhythmic beat, Satoru felt nervous while hoping this morse code still worked. 

He continued the morse code, trusting that somehow, it would lead him to see you again.

After Satoru finished the code, he waited anxiously for the familiar voice to call out to him, but seconds turned into minutes, and there was only silence.

Disappointment weighed heavy in his heart as he stared up at the sky, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over him.

Just when he was about to give up, he felt a gentle nudge at his ankle. 

Startled, he looked down to see the fennec fox, Tomorrow, rubbing its head against him, squealing and smiling in its own unique way.

"Tomorrow," Satoru whispered, his eyes widening in disbelief and wonder. In that moment, a spark of hope ignited within him once more.

Satoru was about to kneel and pet Tomorrow when he heard someone call out to the fennec fox. 

Tomorrow's ears perked up, and with a joyful squeal, it darted toward the person, leaving Satoru momentarily stunned.

Turning quickly, Satoru's eyes widened as he saw you, someone he had been longing to see again, standing before him. 

You knelt down and held out your hand, welcoming Tomorrow as it leaped onto your arm and perched on your shoulder, just like old times.

As you turned your gaze towards Satoru, your eyes slowly widened in surprise. "Satoru," you said, your voice filled with astonishment.

"You still-" Satoru began, but you cut him off.

"What took you so long?" you asked him. 

Satoru was surprised by your words. "You still remember me?" he asked incredulously, pointing to himself.

"Of course. I've never stopped waiting for you," you replied with a smile, your eyes filled with warmth and sincerity. 

Tomorrow whined softly, and you chuckled, giving the fennec fox a gentle chin rub as if you understood its whines.

"I mean, we never stopped waiting for you," you corrected yourself, including Tomorrow in your response to ensure they weren't left out.

Satoru couldn't help but unconsciously smile at the sight of you two together. He observed the both of you for a moment, taking in the changes since the last time he had seen you. 

You looked more mature now, but still carried that familiar warmth in your eyes. Tomorrow remained the same playful fox, bringing a sense of familiarity and comfort to the moment.

"I'm sorry if I forgot our promise. You can punch me all you want," Satoru said, spreading his arms wide, and preparing himself for the certain punch he’ll face. 

However, instead of a punch, he was taken aback as you stepped forward and enveloped him in a warm hug.

Tomorrow, sensing the affection, jumped down from your shoulder and rubbed its head against Satoru's ankle, offering its own form of comfort and forgiveness. 

In that embrace, Satoru felt a wave of gratitude and relief wash over him, knowing that despite his forgetfulness, the bond between you all remained strong.

"What matters right now is that you're here," you told him, your voice soft and filled with warmth as you continued to hold him in the embrace. 

Satoru felt a sense of peace wash over him as he slowly wrapped his arms around your back, returning the hug with equal sincerity.

"I won't forget you. Ever. I really promise," Satoru whispered, his words sincere and heartfelt, leaving you giggling softly in response. 

At that moment, surrounded by the presence of each other and the playful affection of Tomorrow, Satoru felt a sense of reassurance that some bonds were truly unbreakable, no matter the passage of time.

He might just not want to wake up anymore.

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Can you pls do part to for Spider and reader? I literally can't wait till I read the next chapter!!!!!

Home in the War. [2]

(Spider x F!Reader)

Spider couldn't be more than joyed to finally be with the girl of his life and dreams, though, what you did during a certain festival made him fall deeper down the infinite rabbit hole of your love.

Home in the War. | CH 1

Content Warning: Fluff, Spider is happy finally, Spider x f!Reader

The heart to heart you had just faced with Spider was still laced in your mind, it was hazy - you were feeling fuzzy, dumb even, due to the mutual feelings that were expressed through words exchanged - or even because of a little kiss.

Eclipses, months, have passed ever since that night of endearment that happened with your dear Spider. Since then, the two of you had been walking around the village of the Omaticaya hand in hand, ready to announce to the dozens of your Na'vi friends your new, blooming, and fresh undying love.

They knew that your human bond was closer and stronger than the friendships and relationships of others, they didn't fail to recognize the romantic longing gazes and cheeky smiles you two reciprocated even before you were dating.

By now, they were already growing onto your relationship. Being happy and congratulated, they couldn't help but acknowledge that you seemed like you were hiding something from your beloved Spider.

Them being concerned friends for Spider's relationship, they told their small and dear human friend about their growing suspicion of you, usually starting off with a cautious "Yo, Spider? I know it's not my place to say something but I think your girl's being pretty private from you." to make sure his buttons weren't being pushed at the mention of your gloried name to him and of course, it backfired.

The sun has his moon and of course, the moon has her sun - everybody knew that, and that the moon was ready to give her everything for her sun.

He would always be struggling to keep up with the Sully children despite his strong build whenever they were wandering the woods. He was quick, but not quick enough for the standards of Na'vi, and that was exactly what you were going to fix.

Six years ago, you have begged the rest of the in-closed scientists to add an extra avatar link hidden away in the lab, far away from were the rest of the links were.

It took a lot of persuasion to finally convince the smartasses to add another one, though, they were confused and questioned "Who is this for? We don't have any other person to build an avatar for."

"Oh but we do."

The six years of the developing avatar body had passed like a breezy wind. Your reserved stay in the lab for years was going into pure love and genuineness.

There have been many avatars created since then, ranging from tall and short that were going to be attending at a festival tonight.

The Erox'lam was a festival of celebrating to Eywa your thanks for the people you dear - families laughing and reciprocating warm kisses, handicraft presents to give to your loved ones as a way of showing your endearment, food shared throughout the clan donated by different families to portray the support for the rest of the clan, and last but not least, the festival is a way of showing harmony through the toughest times the clan was facing together as one, it was lovely.

That afternoon, you have been scavenging the needed materials for the Erox'lam festival alongside with Spider.

The clan of Omaticaya already has it's adorable children laughing around and playing, their fellow young friends sharing a heartwarming giggle.

Spider could only watch from afar, fiddling with the leaf in his hand that will contribute as a plate for the feast later tonight. His mouth unconsciously started having it's own accord, moving to let out a noise, "Do you ever wonder what it's like to be like married or something?" a lovestruck tone.

The breath entering your throat hitched and practically got stuck, "I mean - uh- yeah, no doubt. The idea of a marriage in Omaticaya way is sweet," a heat circulating in your red forming cheeks due to the question and casualty, "their culture is beautiful.."

Spider could only snap his head towards your reply, not expecting a genuine answer to his trailed off question.

"Hey, when this whole war is over-" Spider started although being cut off by the current Olo'eyktan and once human, Jake.

"Hey [Y/N], Spider! You gotta start preparing for the festival later, it takes a long time to look like a barbie doll, y'know!"

Toruk Makto's children only appeared a few moments later and strutted to the spot where you and Spider were previously just squatting on.

Before you knew it, Tuk and Kiri already got ahold of you, babbling your ears off endlessly about the upcoming festival and weaved clothing pieces that were soon to be on you.

Looking back at the brothers that had your boyfriend occupied, going the opposite direction, you could only give a sweet toothy sympathetic smile, a grin pasting on his face at the sight of you.

"[Y/N]! You're going to look like a princess!" Tuk cheered, happy at the thought of you all dressed up like all of the other beautiful women amongst the clan.

"Ehh, I'm not sure Tuk, I'm probably just gonna be wearing my usual outfits again, I don't want to draw attention by looking different than I usually do." you whined back, obviously now wanting to be the spotlight of this important festival.

"C'mon, [Y/N]! This festival rarely happens, it's about love! Why don't you want to try and dress up sometimes? Let's go!" Kiri encouraged, rushing to a hut where there were women working on their woven tops and bottoms.

"Here, me and my mother have been working on this top for you." the older girl placed an elegant white beaded top in your hand, a pattern of it being decorated with green vines and a window that would show cleavage.

"But, I thought your mom didn't like me, Kiri?"

"She's warmed up to you because you make us happy, [Y/N]!" Tuk reassured, answering your question directed to Kiri instead, an adoring grin on her face.

"Thank you, guys, this is big help for looking beautiful."

"Oh, and! This is your bottom." The five-fingered teen handed a long white silky fabric into your hands, the silk covering your behind and flowed elegantly at the middle of your front. It's waistband is covered in different hues of father's dangling off of the fabric and around your thighs.

"Oh my.. Guys this is too much to ask for. I can't imagine how long this took." you thanked, inspecting the beauty of the crafted clothing of yours prepared for the festival.

"Just put it on already! I wanna see you shine!" Tuk cheered you on, jumping from excitement at seeing your beautiful figure in a new appearance.

Once you had changed, their jaw practically lost all the muscle holding it up, falling at the new sight of you. Your curves were prominent as the top complimented your chest perfectly, the flowy loincloth sat on the curves of your hips, the silky material following the movement of your body and hips gracefully.

"Holy shit, [Y/N]!" Kiri swore, eyes big and face visibly in shock, having a grip on you and twirling your exposed body.

"You're so pretty, ahh!" Tuk practically fangirling at the sight of your new transformation.

They could only squeal as you laugh at their reaction, pure amusement on your face.

The moment had died down when an unnoticed Neytiri was observing her children, standing outside the entry of the hut.

"O-Oh, Mother! I did not expect to see you so soon, I thought you were helping the elders prepare." Kiri shyly stated, quite intimidated at the sight of her mother seeing her play around with the species her mom hated the most.

"Ah, you and Tuk can be helping your grandmother right now, Ma Kiri." Neytiri notes to her eldest daughter.

"Ah, yes, the feast." she remembers as she walks out of the hut followed by Tuk, them giving you quite a look that yelled 'goodluck!' before leaving.

Neytiri and you are now just alone in the spacious place that stored the clothing of the women in the Sully family.

As you were just about to excuse yourself, Neytiri sighs, her eyes flickering to yours before ushering you to sit beneath the flooring.

Obeying, your body that ranged small compared to hers was sat as she took her own seat behind you, your back facing the Na'vi woman's body.

"Ma child, I know that you are aware of my hatred for sky people," she started, her four fingers combing through your soft textured hair.

"but I have observed that you are a girl of your peace. You make my children happy." she continued, feeling light tugs on your hair due to the braid she was skillfully forming.

"You are a good influence on my kids, [Y/N], your boyfriend though.. tell the impulsive boy that he is reckless."

You giggled, the tone of the Omaticayan woman was stern and strict that was laced with sarcasm. She tried to stifle a chuckle that was close to erupt.

"All I am saying is, Ma child, continue being you towards my kids."

You nodded, keeping an important mental note to make her happy and satisfied with you, knowing her despise for sky people so this was a rare opportunity.

As she pulled away from your now braided hair, it resembles the queue of a Na'vi, the rest of your silky locks only following that loose braid.

"Thank you, I do not know how to make up for this, your work is much better than the style I was about to give myself." you complimented, a grateful and thankful smile placed on your lips.

"Don't be ridiculous Ma child, it's my way of gratitude for being good on my children."

She left the hut with a light feeling on her chest, finally relieved to tell you that she did not have a sour feeling for you.

Strutting to the lab, "Hi, Norm! Is the link stabilized to be used for later?" you asked, preparing the gift for someone.

The scientist's ears perked at the noise of his daughter figure making sure this gift that was planned for years was okay. He nodded and gave a toothy beam followed by a teasing "Also, kid, you look great! Sure that little boy of yours is gonna be head over heels in love with you again."

"Stop, he's gonna be completely fine. It's just me in other clothes, Norm." replying with a sarcastically tired sigh.

Looking over at the blue body that laid on the bed from the other room where a window was placed to see, his features were exactly like the boy you had grown to fall for over and over again.

The eyes that were already twinkling, the nose similar to a feline's nose, lips still as plump and soft like the last time you kissed him that night, you hoped he would do it again.

Giving one last prideful glance at the body, smiling.

You had fixed up your appearance before navigating for where the Sully sisters could be spotted.

A'last, your search for the Sully sisters had ended as you joined the two girls who were now dressed differently from earlier.

"Tuk, Kiri! Hey!" you greet the tall Na'vis, twinkles of toothiness shared on each one of your faces.

Chatting along, the horn has finally made its announcement of its beginning, rushing towards the crowd that circled the light of heat.

The festival was now starting, the dozens of Na'vi surrounding a fire to light up the nights of Pandora.

A sacred prayer was being led by Tsahik Mo'at, a prayer for endearment, care, and tranquility for the clan.

As the rest of the clan was chanting along Mo'at's voice, the energy of Eywa currently spreading across the air of Omaticaya.

Eyes closed, chanting the feeling of completion amongst the Omaticaya, it was grace and beauty.

Ending the call of Mother, your eyes finally opened to a scenery to behold.

Him.

It's almost like he has the ability to make the concept of time stop in his hands every time.

The feelings of red blooming in you, red cheeks, red ears, and red roses, the flower of love.

His irises were only two but could tell thousands, each eye only told the story of you in his mind. Just you.

The view you are facing now has his body cleaned from the blue paste applied to imitate the stripes of a Na'vi, dreads now tied in a way it complimented and proudly display his face, the usual loincloth he wore now being replaced by a white texture that imitated yours.

Oh my Eywa.

Rushing over to him, not even bothered to give attention to the tenths of Omaticaya boys looking at your beautiful figure, and of course, Spider was one of them.

He looked as awestruck as you were on your sudden transformations.

"I am so lucky to genuinely call you mine, [Y/N]." he admired, giving your body a twirl, the silkiness of the loincloth hanging low from your hips trailing the motion of your movement.

"I could say exactly the same for you, Spider."

Thus, the beat of Erox'lam finally started. He could only lace your oh so delicate fingers with his as he pulled you onto a spot.

"Oh no, no, no. Spider I don't dance, you knew that ever since we were young." you protested, trying to oppose the forceful pull Spider was doing.

"Please? Give me this one chance, [Y/N]." he begged, eventually letting out a sigh of defeat and now interlacing your delicate hands against his veiny and calloused ones from the physical activities he performed in the nature of Pandora.

Both of your bodies were now moving delicately but still stern, following the upbeat rhythm of the clan's music that is adored and danced to by many.

Almost like it felt like that night all over again, not only being engulfed in the endless love from Spider but the love of the clan emitting all around.

"It was not just a coincidence when I asked if you thought of marriage, [Y/N]. I know our night is young and new but my feelings have been waiting for thousands."

You didn't know that Spider could be as poetic as this, coming from such a reckless and unserious boy was rare - this is how you knew all of this was genuine, genuine passion. Genuine love.

"This clan is our family, Spider - but my home is still you."

It's like tsahelyu is made without a queue, such a spiritual bond of desire and passion done with the spirit in your eyes.

Pulling away from the boy holding you dear to him, "Spider, there is something I have been wanting to show you for years, come." trying to lead him away from the crowd of tall Na'vi riding their bodies to the wave of music.

He could only nod, a strong arm snaking around your exposed waist, a shiver running down your spine at the contact of his skin on yours.

As he saw that you were heading to the lab, he was puzzled. "[Y/N], why are we here? Everybody else is at the fire." he questioned, unsuspecting of the reason.

"You'll know." you replied, typing into the door of the room - the one that seemed like one that Spider could never enter in.

"But, you told me to never enter? Why are we here?" the poor boy asked again, more than lost at the event tuning out right before his eyes.

At last, the door opened to behold the glory of a-

Link?

No, no, he knew a link wouldn't be there without the body of an avatar. Could this be what he was possibly thinking? He surely was losing his mind wasn't he?

"Oe kaltxí si nga nìltsan Erox'lam, ma Spider." (I greet you well Erox'lam, my Spider.)

His eyes searched for the body, scanning further into the brightly lit lab and -

There it was. There he was.

A version of his already toned body into a blue and tall one, the face replicating his, the body that were now collaborated with cat-like features. Bigger and rounder eyes, a nose sculpted flat, yet it was definitely him.

The hair of the body that was not even close to similar to Spider's current hair was long, smooth like silk soaring through winds or rather, water.

"But [Y/N], it takes years for an avatar body to develop, does this mean-" he started but immediately getting his sentence interrupted by the lines of "Yes, Spider.. I have asked the scientists to make you one ever since we were 10,"

"I was young, but I knew my heart well."

Tears were practically building up into his doll-like eyes, the one you fell for every single time. Sure, he was partially crying because of the fact he finally received the gift he desired for years, but he knew you were more special, the one he desired the most.

"I will love you until the whole reality collapses, [Y/N]." he sniffled, a deeply sentimental emotion settling into his chest. He knew it. It would be you all along.

"Ah! My Spider, don't cry.." you rushed to his taller figure, your hands were now placed on both sides of his cheeks, wiping away the crystals graceful trickling down his face.

He could only smile, he couldn't believe it. "Let's get you into the link." you insisted, guiding his body into the capsule.

As he laid, he could only watch you delicately, your effortlessly breathtaking view was like a drug for him.

Pushing him down, his head rose, observing you. It was now only sinking into his chest that he had an avatar, the thrill traveling all around his body, a toothy smile was now on display.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shi-"

"Shut up, Spider." you laughed and pushed his head down, pulling down the following metal that would encase his body.

"Think blank, Spider. It would be easier to transfer your mind into the brain of the avatar and bring it consciousness." reminding him, a tone that would engrave in his head.

"How could I think blank when all I could think of is you?" he flirted, obviously not taking a new step of his life seriously.

"Spider!" smiling at your boyfriend's immature and flirty antics.

What you did next was not expecting for him, a quick peck with a red hue on your cheeks.

"Bye, darling!" you farewelled, now putting on a lab coat, heading over to where avatar Spider now laid, his eyes were sensitive to the bright light, squinting as he tries to cover them.

Holding a clipboard and pen in your hand, "Spider, can you try to move your fingers for me?" you requested, readying your notes for the upcoming behaviour of his.

Like requested, he brought his now blue and large hands up to his face, thick and veiny fingers now displayed in front of his features.

You nodded, taking down notes and going into the next procedure, "Okay, you're doing good, next I want you to wiggle your toes and try bending your knees."

Your words basically went through one ear and left the other, he was still admiring his hand, that was now unconsciously moving onto your face that scaled smaller compared to his now big hands. He could only pat your head gently and cup your cheek, thumb grazing over your features, his face portraying an emotion of admiration.

Baffled as you speak "Spider, what the hell are you doing?", questioning his sudden action that did not follow your directions.

"You're beautiful."

"Spider.."

"As a human or as an Avatar, [Y/N], my love for you will still be bigger than what my heart can hold."

a/n: SOSOSOSOksoaoso AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I FINALLY FINISHED THIS AFTER THIS ASK HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG LIKE GENUINELY SO LONG, I WANTED TO PUT AVATAR!SPIDER ON THE DESCRIPTION BUT IT WOULD RUIN THE SUPRISE 😭

it took so long to do this because i was thinking of how to do a plot for home in the war for the LONGEST time, i hope this was good enough lmfao my reqs open my babes i hope this blog doesnt flop bruh

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[afternoonsociety]

*ೃ༄ The Sound of Two Different Hearts - Part Six - Neteyam x Human!Fem!Reader

This part is a bit shorter than the others, because I didn't really have much time to write this week, but I hope you like it anyway.

warnings: fighting (mentions blood once), Aonung and his friends being mean, Tsireya is the kind soul of the family, fluffy fluff with a surprise at the end, sully sibling teasing

word count: 3.6k

synopsis: The Sully Family and Y/N have their first lesson with Tsireya. Everything went fine until Y/N and Kiri are alone at the beach and Aonung and his friends started making fun of them. But the Sully Brothers came to a rescue even if it means being scolded again by their father.

— Masterlist — Part One — Part Two — Part Three — Part Four — Part Five — Part Six —

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When they got back to the marui pod, the two of them got themselves ready for bed. It was quiet and dark since the others had already decided to go to sleep. Only the lights from the water below them illuminated the small room. Y/N and Neteyam both settled into their beds and tried to sleep, but unfortunately in vain. Jake snored again, which kept Y/N awake and she continued to look through the large opening of the pod, which faced the village. Neteyam just couldn't fall asleep, blaming himself for getting cold feet again after Lo'ak interrupted him in his confession.

Some time passed until Y/N started whispering, "Nete, are you asleep yet?"

"No, I'm still awake," he answered back softly.

"Can I lie down with you? I can't sleep," Y/N asked, turning in his direction only to be hidden by Tuktirey's sleeping figure.

He nodded, but quickly realized she couldn't see him at all. "Yes, of course. Come here."

She tried to sneak over as quietly as possible so she wouldn't wake up any of the other family members, and took her blanket over to Neteyam's mat. Y/N then laid down next to him - with her face turned toward Nete. "Thank you," she said, stroking his face with her hand to get his braids out of the way. Neteyam, lying on his back, could hardly believe that Y/N had asked him if she could lie down with him.

His freckles glowed in the darkness and his pupils were quite large as he looked at her small form. Even in this dark environment, Y/N looked to him like a gift from Eywa herself. He spread his arm to signal her that she could move closer to him. She quickly followed his request, and to do so, she laid her head on his chest to nestle her body against his side.

Y/N could not quite believe that she had dared to ask him. As children, they had always napped together and could often be found tangled up with each other somewhere in the Omatikaya clan. But as the two grew older, the naps they shared became fewer and fewer, with more and more distance between them.

Her heart hammered in her chest when Neteyam said she could slide closer to him. But she couldn't be happier to have him by her side. In the last few days, they were getting closer again and she just had to take her chance.

She quickly fell asleep at his side, but Neteyam still wasn't really tired, as he was overjoyed to have his dream mate sleeping peacefully beside him. His body was simply pouring out masses of happy hormones.

Later, when he became tired and his eyes slowly fell closed, he took the corner of Y/N's thin blanket and pulled it over her sleeping form, in case she should get cold tonight.

The night itself was pretty quiet, however in the morning Y/N and Neteyam were awakened not so gently.

"How do you turn this thing on, anyway?"

"Up there."

"No that was the trigger. Here!"

"Ah found it"

"Oh you skxawng, now you turned on the flash!"

"Give me that Lo'ak. I'll do it!" Kiri's voice snapped them both out of their sleep and then all that could be heard was the click of a camera.

Neteyam who woke up confused from his sleep raised his hand in front of his face as he was blinded by the flash.

"What are you doing?" he asked, disoriented.

"I want to do one too," Tuk's voice drowned out Neteyam.

"Watch out or you'll break it," Lo'ak was heard saying.

And before Neteyam could ask another time what was actually happening here, there came another bright flash of light from which he was blinded again. Nete squinted his eyes and blinked quickly afterwards to get rid of the colorful little shapes in his field of vision.

Now Y/N was awake too and looked around to see why there was so much going on and where all the voices were coming from.

In front of them stood Tuk, Kiri and Lo'ak with Y/N's camera in hand and grinning as if there was no tomorrow.

"What's going on?" she asked groggily, rubbing her eyes. "Did you take pictures of us?"

"Maybe," Kiri teased. "We have to capture it when the two lovebirds cuddle together, don't we?" Lo'ak started laughing. "It just looked too inviting."

"Neteyam has a girlfriend, Neteyam has a girlfriend," Tuk Tuk said in a sing sang voice.

"We're not together. We're just friends," Y/N tried to interrupt her.

"Y/N has a boyfriend, Y/N has a boyfriend," Tuk sang on. The situation was getting more and more uncomfortable for the two who were still together on the mat. "Can you guys stop now? No one here has any boyfriends or girlfriends, you skxawng"

The loud chatter of the children attracted not only the attention of the passing Metkayina but also Neytiri, who was just entering the pod through the entrance. She was about to ask why they were so loud, but her eyes fell on the floor where Y/N and Neteyam were lying.

Her expression immediately changed from worried to upset when she saw the human girl in her son's arms. She would have rather pulled Y/N away from him immediately, but she tried to stay calm so that her other children wouldn't notice her rage. She would certainly talk to Jake about it later. "Get up now. You've got a lot to do today!" she hissed and left the room again with big steps.

Tuk was worried about her mother and asked, "Why is mom so mad?"

Kiri and Lo'ak knew exactly why she was so angry, it was no secret that Neytiri didn't like Y/N and would preferably drop her off somewhere. Kiri squatted down on eye level with Tuktirey and put her hand on her head. "You know mom doesn't like it when we are so loud. Now that we are new here, we have to behave and that's probably what made her so angry."

Kiri just couldn't tell her little sister that her mother didn't like Y/N because she was one of the Sky People. She knew very well that for Tuk Y/N was like a big sister.

In the meantime, Nete and Y/N picked themselves up, embarrassed by the whole situation. When Lo'ak tried one more time to take a little snapshot of the two "lovebirds", Nete ripped the camera out of his little brother's hand. "Can you please leave us alone now? Mom is already angry enough, you don't have to provoke me now either."

Neteyam had no problem that photos of Y/N and him existed, on the contrary, he would later steal the camera again later to see what photos his siblings had taken of them. And his heart was already starting to swell just thinking about the fact that he would see Y/N so close to him.

For the rest of the day Tsireya picked up the Sully's and Y/N from their marui to go with them to the water. There they practiced for the next step for diving - the right breathing, to be able to be underwater for a longer time. Ao'nung, the son of Tonowari had avoided his duty today to rather do something with his friends and had asked another close friend of the family if he could do the work for him. This boy was called Rotxo. He was relatively neutral and friendly towards the Omatikaya and also Y/N. He had probably gotten a telling off from Tsireya beforehand that he shouldn't tease or exclude her just because she was human. Because secretly Tsireya wanted to know more about Y/N. It was the first time she saw a human who was not as evil as the others. To her, Y/N radiated a harmonious and respectful aura towards the people of her clan and maybe she would learn something new from her too. After all, she thought, there must be a reason why Toruk Makto and his family trust this human.

By afternoon, they had already learned the basics and Tsireya, along with Rotxo, said goodbye to the newcomers.

Kiri, who was slightly confused by Rotxo's advances, asked Y/N if she would like to walk with her a bit more on the beach.

"Did you see the way he looked at me? That was almost creepy, like I had something sticking in my face," Kiri said as she kicked small rocks and shells through the sand with her foot. "Kiri, I think he was just trying to be nice and didn't know how. Maybe he likes you," Y/N grinned as she nudged her taller friend in the ribs.

"Oh come on. He was probably just trying to make fun of me like the others"

"Don't always see everything so negatively Kiri. There are surely people here who like you"

They walked along the coast for a while until they came to a stop and decided to look around a bit. After all, everything was still new for the two of them. The young Na'vi woman made her way to the water to observe the small fish and sea plants, while Y/N decided to go in search of pretty shells in the sand - which would certainly look good in her collection.

Their silence and exploration didn't last for long, however, and they were interrupted by Aonung and his friends. "What is she doing? She's just looking at the sand," Aonung laughed as they saw Kiri's figure floating in the water.

Kiri heard at first only a distorted voice, which she couldn't place. She thought it might be Y/N, which is why she came out of the water with a confused smile. "What? What did you say?" she asked slowly. But when she could open her eyes properly, she was only met by Aonung and his friends gazes.

"Are you some kind of ... freak?", his friend teased as the others laughed at his statement.

Y/N, who was crouching behind a bush the whole time because she found small glittering stones there, had to watch her friend being teased again. But it became too much for the human girl when she heard them calling Kiri a "freak", so she darted out from behind the bush and began scolding Aonung. "Leave her alone. She's not a freak!" Y/N walked in a straight line towards Kiri and grabbed her arm.

"Oh the Sully's pet has something to say too," he said in a feigned anxious tone before he started laughing maliciously and then turned to his group of friends. "Watch what you say or she'll bite you. Who knows what kind of diseases she's carrying around."

"What did you just call me?", Y/N hissed, clearly angered by his comment.

He moved closer to the two girls and grabbed Kiri's hand. "These are definitely the hands of a freak" He tried to provoke them further and Y/N was fed up. She didn't care if he was three feet taller than her. Or that he called her a pet but she couldn't let some stranger touch her best friend without consent just like that and hit his hand with all her strength.

Just as he was about to turn to Y/N and shove her back, an annoyed voice sounded from the background. "Hey! Back off fish lips!" It was Lo'ak, walking towards them with rapid steps, a snarl already forming on his face.

"Oh another five fingered freak," Tonowari's son simpered, looking pleased with himself.

"Look at his little baby tail," pointed another moron of the group out while pulling on Lo'ak's tail, which caused laughter among them.

"Leave us alone!", Kiri pleaded, while holding Y/N close to her body as they continued to gang up against Lo'ak. Before the situation seemed to escalate, Neteyam came at them out of nowhere. He pushed Aonung away from Lo'ak and said, "You heard what she said. Leave them alone" Aonung's friends still didn't seem to have enough and now tried to tease Neteyam as well.

"Aww, big brother com-" Aonung interrupted with a hand on his chest.

Nete raised his finger and stuck it right in his peers face. "Back off. Now," he warned and Aonung lifted his hands in mock surrender. "Good choice. And from now on, I need you to respect my sister and Y/N"

Clearly unhappy with Aonung getting an outburst from a "freak," he continued to provoke.

"You mean your pet?" and looked over his shoulder at Y/N.

"She is not a pet," he gritted his teeth. He became even angrier than before, now that Y/N was dragged into it. "She's with us. She's our friend. And has more decency than you" It was not Nete's way to pick on others but when it came to the things that belonged to him, he had no filter. One of Aonung's skxawng friends hissed at Neteyam, but before it went any further, the chief's son raised his hand to signal him to stop. The Metkayina boys looked at Y/N to see if she had anything to say about it too, but she just stuck her tongue out at them like a little child.

Neteyam pulled Y/N and his sister out of the crowd and ordered, "Come on, let's go."

As they were on their way to leave the scene, Aonung's voice rang out one last time.

"All freaks, the whole family"

Before anyone could respond, Lo'ak turned and walked back to them.

"I know this hand is funny," he said in a low voice, flexing his hand in front of his body to demonstrate. "Look, I'm a freak. Alien. But I can do something really cool" Y/N already knew what was coming now and couldn't help a little smirk while Kiri could only roll her eyes. Neteyam was very disappointed in his younger brother that he could not tell that he knew better.

"Watch," the Metkayina boys and Aonung were enthralled with his hand while he explained, "first I ball it up real tight, like this, then-" and then with the speed of an Ikran he punched Aonung right in the face and not just once.

"It's called a punch, bitch!", Lo'ak exclaimed pointing an accusing finger at Aonung. "Never touch my sister again. And don't you dare to call Y/N our pet.“

Aonung quickly stood back up and tackled Lo'ak to the ground in the sand. The two wrestled back and forth before Lo'ak punched him in the face again. Only now did the other friends realize what was happening and intervened. One of them grabbed Lo'ak's tail and tried to get him off of Aonung. Y/N was stunned that it would come to a fight so quickly, after all they had only been here a day. Neteyam let out a sigh and then braced himself to join the fight to save his little brother.

"Guys. Stop it," Kiri groaned. "Now it's getting embarrassing," Y/N joined in as someone yelled "Ow my tail!" and then someone responded with, "Ow, my ear!"

The fight was considered over when the Metkayina boys and the son of Olo'eyktan stopped struggling and Neteyam and Lo'ak sat beside them in the sand, out of breath. Once everyone had their breath back, the Metkayina quickly disappeared back to the village and the Sully's and Y/N stood alone on the beach.

"Dad is so going to kick your asses," Kiri said with a laugh when she saw her injured brothers. She could barely contain herself as Lo'ak complained that his tail and head hurt.

Y/N, on the other hand, was very concerned about Neteyam's well-being. He had taken a few good hits and his lower lip had split open.

She rushed to his side and took his head with both hands to examine it better. "Your lip, Nete"

"It's all good Y/N. Let's go home now, please. Dad probably already knows", he dismissed her concern.

Neteyam already knew what he was in for, but he hoped to appease his father by telling him what they had done with Kiri and Y/N.

The walk home was in complete silence. Nete led the way, then Lo'ak followed, and last were Kiri and Y/N.

At home they were already expected in the marui by Jake. Aonung had told his father, who in turn told Jake. All of them had to stand in a row in front of him, but his gaze remained focused on his two sons. "What do you guys think you're doing? Huh? Again? You've got to be kidding me," Jake began. "That you guys are just beating the crap out of them. Tonowari told me everything. You will apologize to his son and his friends. Is that clear?"

"Yes dad" "Yes sir" the two replied at the same time.

"Dad, they started it though, they pissed off Kiri and Y/N" Lo'ak defended himself.

"Language! And that's no reason to just bash them".

"Lo'ak is right though. They called Kiri a 'freak' and called Y/N 'our pet'" Neteyam said irately.

Jake just shook his head and didn't give Neteyam a chance to explain it further. Thus, his plan did not work.

"I'm sorry about what happened to you two, but we're just tolerated here and we have to behave ourselves here. Now go apologize, but properly," Jake ordered.

Kiri just looked at the ground while Y/N watched the two boys and their father discussing. This time, it wasn't just Lo'ak who was upset that they were being scolded again, but Neteyam as well. He was still seething inside that his father didn't want to understand that they were just defending their family. He rolled his eyes in frustration as his father continued and licked his bloody lip, visibly annoyed.

As the discussion seemed to come to an end, he sent his boys off to apologize. Lo'ak had already gone ahead, and as his oldest son was about to leave the pod, he stopped him again. "How do the others look?" asked Jake, "Worse. A lot worse," Neteyam answered, knowing his dad was kind of proud of them but wasn't showing it to the outside. "Good. That's good," the former Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya said, pressing his lips into a thin line. Neteyam smiled briefly before turning to follow his brother.

Even though Y/N was a bit uncomfortable with the whole situation with all the fighting, which could have been solved more diplomatically, she was still glad that Lo'ak and Neteyam had intervened. Especially that Nete, her Nete, intervened to defend her. Her stomach started to tingle when she remembered the moments of just now. How strong he actually was and how brave he just went into the fight without a second thought, because the reputation of his family was more important to him than the consequences. That she was more important to him than the consequences that would await him. Her face turned rosy and her head as well as body seemed to switch to autopilot. Without thinking, she ran out of the marui to catch up with Neteyam, and Jake and Kiri just looked at the human in confusion as to why she would suddenly start running after them.

She spotted him at the end of the woven paths and called his name. "Nete, wait!" He stopped and turned to face her. Without further speaking, she ran up to him and pulled him down by his arm to eye level with her.

She didn't know herself what her body was doing right now and was just as baffled as the young Na'vi man in front of her. Her emotions were taking over, though there was no trigger for her to think of, but Y/N then stood on her tiptoes, pursed her lips, and then pressed them to his cheek. It was just a little kiss on the cheek, but Neteyam thought his whole body was about to explode. His pupils got bigger and he just stared at her. Y/N smiled and just said, "Thank you for standing up for me" Then she let go of his arm and gave him a little nudge to go to his brother now so they could apologize together. Y/N walked back again, but Neteyam remained rooted to the spot. Did that really just happen? Or was it just a dream? Or maybe he was lying unconscious on the beach because he was knocked out by a blow. Slowly, he raised his right hand and placed it on the spot where Y/N's lips touched him just seconds ago. Now he was sure, the next moment he would spend alone with Y/N will be the moment when he will tell her about his feelings.

Lo'ak went back, noticing that his brother didn't follow him and saw him standing alone on the path without moving. "Tell me, is everything alright with you? Did you get hit too hard?" he teasingly asked his brother, grabbing him by the shoulder. "Let's go," was the only thing Neteyam could say now, though, and he pushed his little brother aside - so much that he almost fell into the water. He was probably the happiest Na'vi in all of Pandora at that very moment. Y/N had kissed him on the cheek and he would never forget it.

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[laikaflash]

im so curious, ive been dying to ask you this:

which soulcalibur ships interest you the most? for the canon ones (lol the few that we have), what about them speak to you? for the noncanon ones, where is the potential for them in your eyes?

Okay, this is probably going to be a bit of a mess, but I'll try to keep it concise. Not jinxing it at all. Going off the top of my head... (drum roll)

Canon

Kilik/Xianghua: It's not for nothing that I summed this one up as "complicated, but dammit if I'm not there for the emotional roller-coaster" in this ask from a while back. I don't want to harp on why the way it ended in the old timeline makes sense to me, but again, I'm a sucker for star-crossed lovers. 'Tis better to have loved than to have lost than to never love at all, and all that... Also, I get the feeling that some overlook the fact that Kilik was raised in a Buddhist monastery as something that plays into his decisions.

Li Long/Chie: The accidental tragicomedy of "My girlfriend's a ninja?!", as I like to call it. Li Long started off as a hotheaded assassin who bit off more than he could chew while deep in enemy territory, and would've bled to death if Chie hadn't found him by chance. I like to imagine them gradually bonding as she nurses him back to health... all while hiding the fact that she and her father are fugitive ninjas, of course. (I've thought about these two a lot because I've had a fic languishing in my drive since 2020. Also, Chie's muteness gives me an excuse to practice describing a range of nonverbal cues for just about anything.) Long story short (pun not not intended), he went through hell and back for her... And it all worked out. Since he ends up in the ranks of the Fu-Ma clan during the pre-SC5 timeskip, I like to think he was a good adoptive dad to Natsu. He probably left the demon stuff to Chie and Taki, though.

Not canon (but I can always dream)

Siegfried/Salia: The Schwarzwind side-missions in Libra of Soul were my fuel, especially with Salia keeping the group together long after Siegfried ran off. ("Because without us, he would have no one to return to...") I think her feelings toward Siegfried were only mentioned in supplementary material before, so I was particularly happy about this part of the "Feelings Shared" side-mission:

Sounds like an open secret to me! (Pardon the uneven cropping.)

To me, Siegfried and Salia have the sort of dynamic that writes itself. Close friends, erstwhile partners-in-crime, leader and tactician... What was that line in Siegfried's SC4 prologue? Something about not letting anyone touch his heart?

(T_T)

To be fair, having a child born with latent Soul Edge energy would be a reasonable worry for him. That might be part of it.

Bonus: according to this relationship chart from New Legends of Projects Soul (page 118), Siegfried's mother sees Salia as "a nice girl, too good for her own son"!

(I'm probably showing more of that section than I need to.)

And now we enter my self-indulgence zone.

I've been playing around with a (very id-driven) Mitsurugi/Taki scenario and went into crackpot mode to flesh it out. It's an AU partly because I think it would take a lot for Mitsurugi to see Taki as something more than She-who-dares-get-in-my-way... Like, oh I don't know, him jumping at the chance to do some mercenary work, even if it means getting caught up in the Fu-Ma clan's business (and Taki watching him like a hawk the entire time). A fair trade for that shard of Soul Edge he picked up long ago? This is all supposed to diverge from some point after Mitsurugi returns to Japan too late for the Battle of Sekigahara (during the pre-SC5 timeskip). For now it's a bunch of notes and scenes clogging my phone's memo app.

There's just... something about a pair of rivals growing to trust each other enough to show their vulnerable sides, I'll say that much for now. Man, that was a lot of words for what started as my brain going NOW KISS.

Sorry this took two weeks. Thanks for asking!

#asks and replies #soul calibur #soulcalibur #kilik #xianghua #li long #chie #siegfried schtauffen #salia olschmidt #heishiro mitsurugi #taki #i'm not used to describing overall vibes #it's more about how things play out #chemical reactions if you will #might be a me-thing #this post took long enough for real life crap to further delay its completion #so my brain kicked back into gear out of spite

[arcaneroses]

Domestic life with Ayato<3

Just thinking what a normal day in the life would be.

A strong hand comfortably gripped around your waist as you layed next to your lover on a very soft king-sized bed, covers and pillows of the best making in Inazuma for you to dream on. When the sun starts to rise the other half of the bed becomes lighter and you distantly feel when still sleeping soundly a light kiss on your forehead. A few hours later you wake up to a note next to you from Ayato, wishing you a good morning and telling you about your dinner plan's later that day with elegant lettering and beautiful words to apologize for leaving so early. Of course it's a bit of a shame, but you knew what you had signed up for when going out with Kamisato Ayato.

So you start your day, eating Thomas wonderfully made breakfast, seeing your friends, maybe shopping something nice with the money you have, and if the day gets too long going on a commission from the adventures guild wouldn't hurt. You haven't had a real need to work anymore since being a part of the Kamisato clan. When you first realized this, you had wondered outloud how you could even repay this someday but Ayato had just smiled at you with amusement. To him you being by his side was enough.

"That's nice and all Ayato but I still can't just sit around all day."

"Well if you feel that way my love, would you be interested in repaying me by trying this cupcake I made?"

"Ayato why does it look like diarrhea with sprinkles on top??"

But after all the chaos of the day, the sun lowers from the top of the sky and tells you it's time for a break. Everyday both of you take time out of your evenings to share a dinner together, even with Ayatos standards it sometimes isn't all that fancy. Because the most important part is you two together, just sharing a moment with no rush or worries about your lives.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 1, Part 2

Downstar receives a dream from StarClan, much to Fennelspot’s envy.

[Image ID: Fennelspot and Downstar face each other. Downstar is surrounded by a few renders of pink flowers. Underneath her, pixel text reads + GUIDANCE FROM STARCLAN: THE FLOWER FIELD (DREAM)]

“I swear by StarClan, if Weedfoot didn’t ask me to take him in, I would have let him rot outside the Clans,” Downstar grumbled later that day as she trudged through the trees beyond RippleClan camp with Fennelspot at her side. The ginger cleric had a basket woven from grass twine in his jaws slowly filling with blueberries. He silently listened to Downstar as she carefully shuffled through a blueberry bush in the forests RippleClan carved out for their territory.

“AshClan should have let him stay,” Fennelspot said, his nasally voice muffled by the basket handle.

“It was hard enough to talk to Weedfoot when she lived there,” Downstar sighed. “I’m just glad she’s with us now. That we’re all together. Even if Puddlespeckle and Carnationkit are getting on my nerves.” Downstar spotted a few more blueberries deeper in the bush, hidden by afternoon shadow. She plucked each blueberry out with her mouth, careful not to pop the precious fruits. She dropped them in Fennelspot’s basket one by one. She snatched the last blueberry and dramatically chewed it up. She purred at the sudden sweetness.

“Lucky,” Fennelspot sighed. “I wish I could taste sweet things.”

“I think that’s all of the berries,” Downstar said. “Wanna head back to camp?” Fennelspot hummed in agreement.

The pair were still learning the territory, like everyone else in their haphazard Clan. They carved some of their eastern lands out of SlugClan and bordered WheatClan, but as they got further west, the more foreign the land became. Why SlugClan hadn’t expanded their land this way before, Downstar couldn’t guess.

“Fennelspot?” she asked softly. “I don’t think my mood today is just because of Puddlespeckle. I… I think I had a dream. From StarClan.” Fennelspot paused. “That’s common for leaders, isn’t it? StarClan likes to share stuff with us on occasion, rather than going to you clerics. It wasn’t a bad dream, either. I don’t think we have anything to fear. But it was so clear, Fennelspot.” Downstar pranced in front of Fennelspot.

“I really was in a field of flowers,” she purred. “I could smell them! I couldn’t tell what sort they were, but they were soft and red and beautiful! Oh, but that isn’t the best part, Fennel! There were these dogs, and for a moment, I thought they would eat me alive! But they got one paw deep into the flower field, and the flowers rose up and started hitting them! The flowers were protecting…” Downstar’s words died when she saw the look in Fennelspot’s eyes. He couldn’t meet Downstar’s.

“Sorry, sorry,” Fennelspot groaned, setting down the blueberry basket. “I’m glad StarClan spoke to you, if the dream felt that real, they’re likely saying something, but… Downstar, I haven’t heard anything from our ancestors since… since we formed RippleClan.” 

Neither said a thing for a while. Gray squirrels, those parasites among squirrels, chittered somewhere in the trees overhead. Fennelspot wrapped his tail around his back leg. Downstar thought things through.

“Well,” Downstar gulped, “a lot happened when we formed RippleClan. It took a lot of effort. Maybe they just don’t have anything to say right now. It was probably a normal dream.”

“Maybe,” Fennelspot muttered.

“Hey.” Downstar tucked a paw under Fennelspot’s lowered chin. “It’s alright. When StarClan wants to speak with you, they will. You won them over before, right? They probably need a break from all this.” She waved her paw around Fennelspot’s face. He chuckled and batted the paw away.

“Alright,” Fennelspot sighed. “I’ll let it go.” He picked up the blueberry basket, but his tail still hung low.

“Let’s make something with these berries tonight,” Downstar suggested. “I can mash them up and pair them with the mussels Scrubmask collected this morning.”

“That sounds nice,” Fennelspot purred. “That sounds… really nice.”

(Downstar: 60, female, adventurous, valuable insight, very clever)

(Fennelspot: 58, male, insecure, valuable insight, incredible runner)

#rippleclan #rippleclan clangen #clangen #warrior cats #warrior cats clangen #warriors #downstar #fennelspot #rippleclan story

[quiverpaw]

below is a little practice excerpt for my own personal fanclans, featuring one of the outsider groups, the Kin of Felan! They live and honor wolves. The protagonist for the excerpt is Mossshawl, a tortoiseshell using it/its! Mossshawl explores the Shadowcast and beyond and delivers information back to it's colony.

my fanclan story is meant to be about how after a earthquake two clans, crowberryclan and blusterclan, move to new territories. they encounter two groups that will live beside them, Kin of Felan and Kin of Fyxen, and get roped into the supernatural! i hope you like it :)

     the cats pour into the forest, black and grey and brown and ginger. they all seem tired, skinny, ribshowing flanks heaving as they talk in hushed voices that don't reach it's ears. It's sees two cats, yes, they must be their Doyens- one, a brown cat with blotches thickly splattered over their body, and the other, a pale cream with cinnamon extremities. They speak together, loudly, yet it cannot hear what they are saying. It catches a few words: Shadowcast, Clan, Rogues, Stars. 

Mossshawl puffs as a ruffled owl chick would, overgrown claws digging into the branch of the pine tree it stood on. This was what the She-Wolf told, Mossshawl had seen three turns of the round moon prior. That large colonies, far bigger then their simple Kins of Fyxen and Felan, would come to the territories and move beside them. Whether they wanted it or not. 

Mossshawl leaps from it's branch, mottled, brown-black-and-ginger fur fraying out, and it takes off into the forest. As the trees whip by, the air grows colder and flatter, and eventually the pines start to become more dour and less inviting, but no less than home to Kin of Felan. 

The tortoiseshell makes it's way to the side of a dried creek shaded by redcedar, looking down into where it's den was. Grey and brown pelts below, Mossshawl jumps and falls a great flight, landing on the wet, cold earth. 

"I... I must see Slatebound." Mossshawl retches, eyes obscured by the mats of dark fur over it's eyes. "it is urgent. For the sake of Felan and his She-Wolf, I must see Slatebound!" Mossshawl roars to a light brown queen, .. Apricotleaveslittle. Her eyes, crimson and fiery, flit over to a blue sitting on the side of the creek. That was Slatebound, who walks over on brisk paws to the matted tortoiseshell Mossshawl. 

"Be kinder to your Kinmates, you beast of a Felan. What, what is so important, that you risk breaking your legs to jump into the middle of the den?" Slatebound holds no bedside manner, and no polite tone in his gruff voice. Mossshawl's hackles bristle, but it does not snarl or snap at the Apothecary. It knows better.

"I.. do not believe it is wise to share with all of our Kin, Slatebound." Mossshawl mewls, head twisting to stare at it's colonymates. Apricotleaveslittle was muttering something into Silvertongue-in-Heart's ear, that gossip...

"Anything that was worth your being here is worth being heard by all of Kin of Felan." Slatebound returns, teeth grated. "Speak, Mossshawl, or return to your wander." 

"I saw a vision, a omen, from the She-Wolf. Felan... did not speak to me. I kept it a secret, i was many, many elk-chases away from the den. I assumed it was a dream, ramblings of thoughts, you know." The tortoiseshell's claws rind up the dirt. Slatebound stiffens. All cats of Fyxen and Felan knew of Mossshawl's visions, for it spoke with the wolves just as Sundown, Fyxen-kin's Soothsayer did.

"But it is true. Slatebound, cats are here. Not wanderers, wayfarers, as i am, but great, big colonies. Larger then Kins Combined. They were of my vision, Slatebound! The Clans Have Come." 

The Clans Have Come. Felan's Kin whisper to each other, eyes wide as they take in the new information. Clan was not a word of the Kins, but they lnew it meant great legion and great army. It also meant great danger.

Finally, the Doyens rear their heads, stepping forward from the throng of cats that have gathered around Mossshawl and the apothecary. Felan-Doyen Hackleraise and their mate, Doyen Fur-Like-Allium. The cats surrounding them make drumming sounds with the beating of their paws, meows like almost a wolf's yip as the two Doyens come to the center. 

Felan-Doyen Hackleraise raises their tail and there is silence. Hackleraise meets Mossshawl's hooded eyes, and with a paw, raises the wayfarer's chin, amber gaze fierce and violent. Mossshawl does not break the stare, for it knows what it says is true. Hackleraise drops Mossshawl, and turns to their Kin. 

"Kin of Felan, Mossshawl is no liar. Although we see it hardly, i know it is a trusted Kinmate. And for that, i worry." Hackleraise's tufted ears are flitting about. "Colonies, you said, Mossshawl. Greater then ours! Greater then Kins Combined? If that is true, and it is... what will become of us, Mossshawl? Are these cats.. are they hostile?"

Mossshawl does not react, just mewing, "I do not know, Doyen. I know they have come, and that is all the She-Wolf wished to share." 

"we must be in danger!" hisses Silvertongue-in-Heart.

"We'll have to flee! We can't let them kill us, Kin of Felan!" screeches Tallpaw.

"Just let the Wolves eat them!" snarls Apricotleaveslittle. 

Doyen Fur-Like-Allium's tail raises, blue eyes narrowed at the writhing crowd. White paws raised, the Doyen signs while speaking. "We do not know for sure. These cats.. could be friendly. Give them a chance, Kkfela." Kin of Felan is quiet and respectful while they listen to the Doyen, for Fur-Like-Allium was a voice of reason always. 

Fur-Like-Allium turns to the fellow Doyen, and [Fur-Like-Allium's] mate for quite some time. "I trust your choice, Felan-Doyen, love [of] mine. But listen to me." 

Felan-Doyen Hackleraise nods thoughtfully, amber eyes half-lidded while they turn over a idea in their mind. They suddenly snap their head up, turned to Mossshawl. "Where will the Clans settle, Mossshawl, Prophecy-Speaker?"

"closer to the mountainside, Felan-Doyen."

"Then we have time. the fox-kin will meet them first, chances are they will border territories. Mossshawl..." Hackleraise glances over to their oldest son, Heir to Doyenship, Felan Fir. "you and my kit will watch them and return every quarter moon-turn." 

"Yes, Felan-Doyen." the two say. Felan Fir dips her head respectfully. 

"And to you, Kin of Felan, don't worry. We might be smaller, but we are just as strong, just as wise as these strangers. And the wolves will be with us all the way."

#Felan-Doyen Hackleraise #Mossshawl #Apricotleaveslittle #Tallpaw #Felan Fir #Doyen Fur-Like-Allium #Slatebound #Silvertongue-in-Heart

[yshinikawax2-blog]

Under the Inazuma Stars

Certainly! Here's the disclaimer with added emojis:

Disclaimer:

📝 This fanfiction story includes references to the song "Love Story" by Taylor Swift, which is the creative work and intellectual property of the respective artist and their associated rights holders. The song and its lyrics are used here for creative, non-commercial purposes as an inspiration for the storyline. No copyright infringement is intended, and all rights to the song "Love Story" belong to its rightful owners.

📖 This fanfiction is a work of fiction and is not officially affiliated with the artist or their associated record labels. It is solely created by the author for entertainment and storytelling purposes. 📚

Certainly! Here's a fanfic love story between Ayato Kamisato and Y/N inspired by the song "Love Story" by Taylor Swift:

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Once upon a time, in the enchanting city of Inazuma, there lived a young and noble lord named Ayato Kamisato. He was known for his grace, kindness, and sense of duty. But amidst the grandeur of his life, there was something missing, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

One bright day, as Ayato strolled through the lush gardens of the Kamisato Estate, he heard the melodious laughter of a girl, Y/N, who had recently moved to Inazuma. Her radiant smile and infectious laughter were like a beacon of light in his otherwise structured world.

Their paths crossed when Ayato attended a local festival. Amidst the vibrant colors and lively music, he found himself drawn to Y/N like a moth to a flame. She was dancing with carefree abandon, her laughter filling the air as she twirled beneath the lanterns.

Ayato couldn't resist the urge to join her. He extended his hand, and Y/N, with a delighted grin, accepted his invitation. They danced together beneath the starlit sky, their hearts beating in rhythm with the music.

He whispered, "This feels like a dream."

She laughed, "A beautiful dream."

Their love story had begun, and as the days turned into weeks, Ayato and Y/N spent their time exploring Inazuma together. They visited quaint teahouses, hiked through serene forests, and watched the sunrise from the highest peaks.

But just as love stories often go, their happiness was tested. The Kamisato family had arranged a marriage for Ayato with a noblewoman from a prominent clan, a decision that would secure the family's status and power in Inazuma. Ayato, torn between his duty and his heart, knew that he had to make a choice.

He found Y/N at their secret meeting spot, a tranquil garden hidden away from prying eyes. Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke, "Y/N, my love, I am bound by duty to my family and the people of Inazuma. But I can't imagine a life without you."

Y/N's eyes glistened with tears as well. "Ayato, our love is a story written in the stars. No matter the challenges, our hearts will find their way back to each other."

They shared a passionate kiss, sealing their promise of love, even in the face of adversity.

The night before Ayato's arranged marriage, Y/N stood beneath the same starlit sky where they had danced that fateful night. She whispered the words of a song, an ode to their love:

"We were both young when I first saw you, I closed my eyes, and the flashback starts, I'm standing there, on the balcony in summer air."

As the song filled the night, Ayato, unable to ignore the call of his heart, appeared before her. He had made a decision that would change the course of their lives.

With a heartfelt declaration, Ayato said, "Y/N, I choose you. I choose our love."

Their love story was not without its challenges, but it was a story of two hearts refusing to be separated. Ayato and Y/N's love became a legend in Inazuma, a tale of a noble lord who defied tradition and a girl who captured his heart under the starlit sky.

And they lived happily ever after, their love story echoing through the ages, a testament to the power of love to overcome all obstacles.

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Do put in your requests :3

You may suggest the plot you would like to have as well^^

Only fluffs though~ :D

p/s: Angst is fine too *wink*

#ayato kamisato #genshin impact #genshin x reader #x y/n #love story #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #taylor swift

[the-adventures-of-badgerclan]

Since he was a small kit, Gale had a big dream; he saw the many difficulties that cats suffered no matter where they went, and longed to create a safe haven for cats of any age. This dream was started after Gale was forced to watch his mother get run over by a twoleg monster when he was only 5 moons old. He still remembered the acrid tang he had tasted in his mouth as he stood there, rooted to the spot, watching the monster speed off after causing the worst tragedy in Gale’s life. He had barely survived after that, wandering around the forests aimlessly, trying his very best to find something - anything - to eat. But with such a small body, Gale was incapable of catching even a mouse. After a particularly devastating failed catch - he had almost HAD it- Gale collapsed into the leaves and grass of the forest, unable to go any farther. He was unsure how long he had lain there but the very moment in which he had given up all hope, Gale smelled a scent unlike any he had ever encountered before. It was unmistakably a cat, but such a fresh and welcoming scent could surely not come from anyone living. Then, he heard a whisper, a male cat who sounded so sincere Gale could not help but listen. “Don’t give up Gale, I know you can do it. There’s a fire in you which no one can quell,” the cat breathed. “Rise, young kit, like the star you are.” 

Gale’s eyes popped open, his determination renewed, and he looked around for the strange cat. All he managed to catch, however, was a glimpse of long tabby fur. After that moment, Gale had managed by himself for many moons, barely scraping by at times but always keeping the strange cat's words in his mind. He would never give up hope again, but continued forward like a blazing star. After some time, Gale noticed that he could see cats who lingered after their death, a trait he believed to have gained from spending so much time on the brink of death. When he met other rogues on his journeys, he often heard tales of a large group of cats around a lake, who had strong loyalties to each other and would protect and defend each of their cats with great ferocity. Each of these stories only fueled Gale’s desire to create his own clan, and he spent many years trying, but to no avail. Finally, on one day in Newleaf as he neared his 50th moon, he met a cat named Flax.

Flax had eyes like sunlit ice which seemed to pierce right through you and a long tabby pelt, reminding Gale of the ghost cat from his past even though the scent was nothing similar. He padded into the clearing, somehow setting Gale at ease immediately. Something about this cat made you feel as if you had known him for moons, even though they had just met. The two cats started chatting, and by the next morning they had become traveling companions. Miraculously, Flax shared the same goal as Gale, and the two set out in earnest to find others who could join them in their clan. They ended up finding eight other cats to join them, and settled in a forest grotto surrounded by giant, towering trees which provided many good spots for dens. 

As the clan was getting settled, it became time to choose a leader, and the choice was unanimous; Gale would lead the cats and guide the clan in the right direction. His first act as leader was to declare the group Badgerclan after their great strength and ferocity. He then made Flax his second-in-command, out of all of them this cat surely deserved the title of deputy. Finally, Bittern became the medicine cat because of her knowledge of herbs, and the cats started to settle into their life together.

After a half-moon, Gale was in the forest hunting when he picked up a scent that stirred a memory from long ago. It was cool and sweet like the night air, and as he turned toward the scent’s source, he glimpsed a tabby tail disappearing behind a tree. He followed it around the forest, almost losing the cat but each time catching another whiff of the scent. Finally, he came to a great tree, the width of 20 cats. The roots supporting the tree were exposed, leaving a large space under the tree. In this space, Gale realized suddenly, was a cat. They had tabby fur that glowed like compressed starlight, and he recognized that it was the one who had saved him as a kit.

As he padded into the clearing where the cat was standing, Gale noticed that this was not an ordinary tree-cave. The moon filtered through the small holes between the roots, hitting the many small blue stones embedded in the ground and trunk. Standing in the tree-cave, Gale felt as if he had left the world behind. A small cough brought him back to reality, and he realized the cat was waiting for him to speak. “U-um, hello,” he spluttered awkwardly, and the cat smiled slightly. 

“Hello Gale, I am Lowwind,” she answered smoothly, “Do you know why we are here tonight?” A jolt of panic shot through him as he asked himself that same question. 

“Am I in trouble?” he gasped out, but Lowwind only laughed.

“No silly, now that you have a real clan you have been recognized by Starclan, which holds all of your ancestors and will use their wisdom to guide you in your adventures. You meet me tonight, but the cats under your care will all meet me one day when they join the stars. Aside from the leader, only the medicine cat will commune with Starclan. They must come here every half-moon to receive instruction.” Gale’s mind swirled with this large intake of information, but Lowwind wasn’t finished yet.

“Finally, as the leader of a clan, you will receive nine lives, so that your clan will have a strong and wise anchor for many years to come. Step forward, and I will grant you your first life.” Gale did as he was told, though he was feeling quite uncertain about whether or not this was all a big joke. It didn’t seem like one, though, and he knew he definitely wasn’t creative enough for this to be a dream his mind made up. 

“Gale,” Lowwind mewed, “with this life I give you unquenchable determination, like a blazing star” and then she stepped back into the shadows. As she spoke, Gale felt the heat of a million suns in his chest, almost more than he could bear. Another cat stepped forward to take her place, and Gale recognized his mother. He gasped and ran forward, amazed to have this chance to reunite with her. His mother’s scent was warm and so, so good. He buried his nose in her pelt and they stood there for a moment. Then, his mother spoke. 

“With this life, I give you the clarity to see what is happening around you, judge well my child.” With this Gale found his senses’ abilities doubled, and the intake of information made him gasp. After his mother stepped away with a last loving look, he was met by other cats. Each was unknown to him but claimed to have journeyed from other far away clans. And each of these cats bestowed upon Gale a life, until he at last had all nine. At this moment, the cats all started to fade away, appearing further and further away from him. “Goodbye Galestar…” Their silvery voices intertwined to create a haunting melody and Galestar was left alone in the glowing cave with a new name and a lot to think about.

#warrior cats #clangen #fanfic

[basket-of-epiphanies]

just thinking about the inherent homoeroticism in sharing a dream of starting a clan together,

#songxiao #the untamed #song lan #xiao xingchen #cql #Chen Qing Ling #sl #xxc #xxc cql #sl cql #song lan/xiao xingchen #MDZS #mo dau zu shi #like come on guys look at the facts theyre gay #like just the words sharing a dream of starting a clan together #like come ON #do you know what a clan is??? #a fucking family thats what it is #they want to start a family together #no dont touch me im not ok

[sukirichi]

good girl (m.)

You’re such a good wife to Naoya that he rewards you for your obedience.

request. naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man’s gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj)

cw. explicit smut, riding, dirty talk WITH praising bcos why not, dom! husband naoya, sexism, overstimulation, creampie, lots of kissing, titty sucking, you might end up liking naoya and that’s a warning

note. LISTEN. this is purely self indulgent even if this is a request. my bestie requested this to me anyway so ik she won’t mind i pictured myself as the reader :) so if you don’t like how the reader and naoya was portrayed, that’s a you problem :) EDITED BECAUSE IT’S NAOYA YAY, also got inspired by @caizen​ ‘s ask about naoya wanting his wife to not bow too deep because he wants to see her face :)

[part of the trophy wife collection]

Being Naoya Zen’in’s trophy wife required a lot of things. You had to be immaculate, précised, refined and full of dignity in everything you did. He already did the work all by himself just to keep the house running, his hard work the only reason you were able to live such a comfortable, luxurious life. On top of that, you had an extremely powerful man trusting you to welcome him every night, and who were you to not fulfill your duty as his wife well?

The moment the black limousine parked on the driveway, the guards lined on duty opening the doors of him and the rest of the house staff greeting him, you were already in front of everyone.

Keep your head down, but don’t look too hard at your feet. Naoya-sama wants to see your face – his lovely wife’s face – upon his arrival.

He would never say it out loud, but five years and counting of marriage with him meant you knew him better than anyone. Through his confident and arrogant self, Naoya worried about a lot of things, you included. There were times he’d wake up in the middle of a nightmare in which he lost you, his arms scrambling to find your body to press it against his for reassurance. You were there, you would always be there, but the confirmation never hurt.

You bowed down to him, skin cleared, cheeks flushed, and lips glossy – all telltales of a happy, nurtured wife who was well taken care of – present before him. And you were beautiful too; the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“Welcome home, Naoya-sama.”

Naoya’s shoulders immediately relaxed at the sight of you dressed in your yukata, hair done perfectly and hands clasped politely in your lap. He tried not to let it show too much though, even though his staff had watched him grow up, he needed to keep his pride as the clan leader. Not even his precious wife could make him tear down his walls in public, though you did not need to worry about his brash attitude, following him inside three steps behind as he’d instructed.

He loosened his tie and dismissed the other servants, locking the door of your shared room. “Is my tea prepared?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, mixed with jasmine just as you like.”

Naoya’s hands stilled on his tie. His gaze fluttered over yours, eyes still ducked down to the floor with a small smile playing on your lips, one that said welcome home in more ways than one.

The sight of you – so compliant and meek as ever – stirred something deep within his heart. His whole life, he believed women were useless, creatures that were below him. Until now, he held firm in that, but fuck, you were always so open and willing to do everything he asked that he could feel himself hardening in his pants. Women may be useless, but once they followed his orders and praised him so heavenly the way you did?

He fucking loved it.

Naoya’s tie went flying the other room, his cock swelling in his pants as he tugged you by your wrist. You landed on the mattress behind you, watching with a heaving chest as your husband crawled above you. His gaze felt predatory, dark eyes hooded with lust while he planted his knees beside your waist, his fingers looped with yours.

You smiled sweetly up at him, so temptingly sweet his resolve broke for a split second. He captured your lips to taste you on him, the sounds of your husband’s satisfied hum making your chest puff out with pride.

Everyone may look down on you for marrying such a ‘horrible’ man like him, calling you stupid and immoral, even going as far as claiming you were nothing but a dumb cock-hungry slut, but Naoya – even you – knew better. You were not foolish; in fact, no one could handle Naoya’s attitude better than you did, and you were smart enough to keep buying that strawberry flavored lip balm he loved so much, causing your husband to squeeze your palms.

“Good girl,” he mumbled absentmindedly, the praises shooting heat flush to your core. “You’re so good for me, you know that?” he peppered kisses all over your skin, a gesture so rare that you were panting underneath him, resisting the urge to rub your legs together.

Naoya was extremely skillful in bed, his virility as a man not to be looked down on for his ability to render you immobile to walk, throat sore and voiceless for a few days truly impressive. But he was different today; his usual tight grip the same but laced with a want that went beyond than lust. You could never say it out loud, especially not around him, but it was clear – Naoya treated you with affection and care.

“I’m very lucky to have found such a submissive woman like you, but that’s not true is it? Women like you aren’t found, you’re trained,” he harshly tugged the first layers of your yukata to the side, exposing the sensitive flesh of your collarbone that was free for him to mark. “Have I trained you well, my wife?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, trained me so good,” you rasped out, bringing your legs forward, only for it to bump against the sides of his waist.

Naoya sucked on your skin until he was sure he’d completely marked his territory, the grazing sensation of his teeth so erotic and passionate along with his clothed cock rubbing into your folds. His hand trailed down your waist, yanking the ties of your clothes apart. You gasped as he teasingly rubbed your clit, even going as far as to roll it between his strong fingers. “For you, ah, I’d do anything for you, Naoya-sama.”

“It’s my love when we’re in the sheets,” he corrected you, “When a woman knows her place and obeys me so well, a good girl like you deserves to be rewarded,” hearing your small whines at his words, Naoya chuckled at your skin. “Do you want that? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, p-please, I need you,” you moaned wantonly, gathering the courage to lift your hips up and grind it against his erection. He surprised you by not pushing you away, so you kept going, slathering your wetness all over the front of his pants. “Fuck me, my love, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Naoya smirked, standing up to rid himself of his pants and belt. You whined at the loss of contact and sat up on your elbows, legs spread wide open as you feasted on the delectable way he discarded his clothing one by one. His fat cock, red and flushed with pre-cum, slapped against his toned upper body.

You would’ve groaned at his bare beauty, but he’d already crawled on top of you once more, completely ridding you of the multiple layers of modest clothing you wore, revealing a redolent set of white lace.

Naoya narrowed his eyes at the nearly transparent thong, his hands cupping your seeping cunt with a low hum. “Is this for me? Did my pretty baby get dressed up for me?” you nodded eagerly, pathetically reaching upwards to wrap your arms around him. You were growing needy, soft yet desperate as your stuttered gasps hovered on his ear. “Were you thinking of me the whole time I was away for work?”

“I always think of you, my love,” you breathed out, “Your smile, your voice, your lips, your hands,” legs twitching, you dared run your knee to brush his forearm, the teasing and confident movement earning you a seductive, warning glare from your dominant husband. But oh – you were just starting to have your fun. “Your cock inside me.”

“Naughty little girl,” he snickered, grabbing your hand and shoving it deep inside your panties. That evoked a high-pitched moan from you as your nails grazed against your shaved pussy, Naoya’s smirk present the harder he pressed your palm on yourself. “Did you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself like this?” He was testing you, reminding you of his power and authority, trying to see if you would break his rules that he’d been so firm into fucking deep into your skull.

Naughty as you might be sometimes, you never forgot your place. You were daring, but never in your wildest dreams would you dare go against him. Not because you were plain weak and submissive, but simply because the thought of pleasing him more and feeding his ego was far more satisfying.

You shook your head, pitiable tears already shining through. “N-no, I would never. Only you can make me feel good, just you, mmh.”

Naoya groaned deep in his throat, satisfied at your answer. “You’re always so sweet for me,” he says, leaning over to knee your legs open wider. He situated himself between your body, slow and sensual in removing your bra and panties, the lacy material disappearing somewhere on the black marbled floors. You laid there, vulnerable and wanting, clutching at his biceps as he grinded his cock on your puffy folds. “Have I ever told you’re the perfect little wife? So fucking needy for me always, fuck. This pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy is yours,” you acquiesced, breathing hard when Naoya pulled away to peer at your body. He liked his wife to be healthy, strong and ready to carry his child whenever he wanted, and his hands squeezed your hips appreciatively.

“I exist purely to serve you, my love,” you vowed, “I have no other purpose than to make you feel good and love you. You’re my everything, the world and more.”

He’d looked at you with lust before, the desire pooling in his eyes always making you feel wanted, but this was different. Naoya would never let those cursed three words fall from his mouth, but it shone clearly in his eyes anyway. He gazed at your curves and dips so lovingly that your arousal peaked, slick coating his cock from where he was slowly teasing your cunt with his tip.

Unable to hold back any longer, Naoya flipped you over. Your breath knocked out from your chest at the sudden movement, his hands tugging at your wrist to pull you close to him. He leant back on the bed, kissing you feverishly all the while keeping you shaking on his thigh. Due to your wetness gushing, you slid down his muscular thigh, and you moaned at the contact. “As I should be,” Naoya nibbled at your lips, his harsh words contrasting the tenderness of his hold on you. “You’re nothing to me if you can’t even do something as simple as that.”

You nodded with no hesitation, fully accepting that you were purely his now – and you would honestly not have it otherwise.

Naoya helped you lift your hips up, shushing you with a slap on your ass when you stared at him nervously.

Every time Naoya fucked you, he was direct and simple. He preferred to have you on all fours where he could focus on his own pleasure, or sometimes he would rather cum upon seeing your fucked-out face, the image of your tongue lolled out while he fucked you on oblivion enough to make him nut right away.

But now he was guiding your arms around his neck, kissing the sides of your lips as if to answer your silent questions. “Sit on my cock, baby, I’ll reward you for your obedience tonight,” he said, his cock twitching as he directed your entrance right above his cock. Naoya slid you down, allowing you to feel inch by inch, thick vein upon one another – sliding inside you and stretching you out so good. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead on his, teeth locked on your bottom lip as he bottomed out.

Fuck, you’d never felt so full.

However, Naoya wasn’t pleased. He clenched his jaw and tapped your bottom lip, scolding you with his mean glare. “Don’t hold back when you scream my name, you understand? Cherish this moment – I won’t always care about your pleasure. You should thank me for this.”

“I-I will!”

Torturous. That was how you would describe it. You had never been this close to him before; not in this position and angle. Each lift of your hips caused your hardened nipples to brush over his muscular chest, his attention sorely focused on the way you bounced on his cock.

Something about holding him this close felt so intimate, breaths tangled and moans shared, along with the pleasure delivered into your bodies with the way you were rolling your hips along his length.

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he said through gritted teeth, “I love this pussy so much, fuck, you’re mine. Just mine, all mine,” Naoya eventually lost it, hooking his arms under your armpits and feet flat on the bed. You kept screaming his name like a prayer, the worship falling from your lips like a broken record driving him to fuck into you faster. He’d had enough of your pace; he’d been good enough that now it was his turn to fuck you, and you were glad he did because his fast, brutal pace was so mind-numbing.

Naoya hitched you up higher until your chin rested above his hair, your breasts right at his mouth. He sucked and bit at the soft flesh angrily, grip so tight on your hips you were hissing from the pain. At the same time, it felt so fucking good unlike everything you’ve ever felt.

“My perfect fucking wife—a quiet, compliant wife is worth more than gold, baby. You’re my fucking treasure.”

Naoya thrusted hard and deep until the bed was creaking, mattress dipped from both your weight. The room felt so foggy with your lovemaking and you tightened around him, crying as he kept hitting that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars. “I’m c-coming!” you whined helplessly, hugging your husband deep to your chest while your fingers tugging at his hair. “Naoya, please!”

“Then come for me,” he nibbled at your ear, delivering another hard slap at your ass. “I’m allowing you to. Come. Make a mess around me.”

“Oh my gosh, ugh, fuck,” you came around him hard, your orgasm making you shake. He still wasn’t done, but his breathless murmurs of close, I’m so close had you holding him tighter, whispering dirty words in his ear to assist your husband into reaching his high. The oversensitivity of him plowing into you even after you came was too much, but you took it all like the good wife you were. Biting the protests down at your tongue, you rode him to meet his hips thrust by thrust, his balls snapping at your ass. “Mmmh, I love you, I love you. I-I love you.”

“As you should, baby. You’re supposed to love me,” Naoya devoured your mindless babbling by sliding his tongue inside your mouth, his hips stilling inside for a moment. Fingers clutching desperately to him, you shut your eyes tight, cunt dripping as Naoya spilled his seed deep inside you.

You kissed him one last time in refusal to let go, but Naoya wasn’t having any of it. He was very iffy every after sex that you had no choice but to pull away from him, wincing as he pulled out.

He stumbled into the bathroom afterwards while you laid there on the soiled sheets, weakly fisting the pillow beneath you. You were so fucked out, tired after a long day of managing everything he wanted you to take care of. To be fucked good by your husband…there was truly no better way of life.

Just as you were drifting off, you felt something damp sliding over your inner thighs. You blinked sleepily at a silent Naoya, sending him a small smile as he wiped both your cum away. He left the towel inside the bathroom before he came back, sliding his white shirt over your frame and tugging a fresh pair of his boxers to your legs. Aftercare with Naoya…while it wasn’t impossible, it also wasn’t a daily occurrence. Your heart kept fluttering inside your chest, that feeling blooming harder when he slid under the sheets beside you, his strong arms pulling you taut in his chest.

His skin remained mark free. You knew Naoya hated being marked; reminding you all the time he wanted to be flawless. You respected that and pressed a deep kiss on the spot above his heart instead, madly and hopelessly in love as you traced circles on his bare chest.

You could stay like this forever, in the warmth and safety of your husband’s arms, but you still had wifely duties to fulfill. Naoya had already done his, prompting you to lean up to trace kisses at his sharp jaw, sweet and docile as ever as you asked, “Naoya…how was work today?”

“Same as usual.”

That meant he didn’t want to talk about it, so you didn’t pry further.

“You need to rest and regain your strength so you can work hard again tomorrow,” you mumbled sleepily, “I’ve already planned your meals for the next week. We’re going plant-based for a while, you need it.”

Naoya remained silent. You would’ve assumed he’d fallen asleep if it wasn’t for his hand caressing your back in a manner so gentle that seemed so alien with him, the strangeness of it all intensified when you looked up at his face, only to see that he had already been studying your features a long time before. There was an unsettled frown on his face, one that you tried to smoothen away with the pads of your fingertips. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve already forgotten about all my worries. They don’t matter anymore,” he whispered, his voice way too soft. It fit the atmosphere, however, whatnot with the newfound intimacy that you basked in. Suddenly, Naoya cupped your cheek, utterly serious as he croaked out, “Baby.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you love me?”

You didn’t have to think twice about it. The answer would be – “Always and forever.”

However, Naoya wasn’t satisfied. He needed more, wanted to understand more, craved to find a logical reason behind your devotion to him.

“Why?” he demanded, “What is it about me you love so much?”

“Everything,” you confessed, the love so clear in your eyes that even for a small moment, Naoya felt like he understood now. “You’re perfect to me, Naoya. I’m glad you’re the one I’m spending my life with. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

“But why?”

“Because,” you giggled, “You’re handsome, you’re caring even if you don’t show it that much, you’re smart, ambitious, hardworking and the best husband I could ask for,” Naoya opened his lips, probably to ask a stupid why again, until you cut him off, silencing your odd husband with a kiss. Thankfully, Naoya gave in, relaxing at your touches. “Loving you is second nature to me. It’s not living if it’s not loving you.”

Although he didn’t – and would never say I love you – he had his own way of expressing it. He let you know that he shared the same stance at you, staring deep into your eyes while he cupped your cheek, surprisingly somber as he proudly said, “I made the right decision of marrying you.”

“I’m glad you don’t regret it.”

“I could never regret it,” he whispered back, but you had already fallen asleep. That night, you dreamt no more. There was no need to when everything you’ve ever wanted was already right there at your reach, and Naoya joined you long after, the faint linger of a loving kiss a husband only ever gave to his wife the last thing you felt before you faded off into dreamland.

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[roscgcld]

DAYDREAMING!AU || that

request: I loveee your day dreaming reader!! I have this idea that one day the first+second years+ Gojo were passing by a room and they heard a moan/whine with the words that follow "It's too much Yuta-kun~ it hurts~" they were shocked and they definitely KNEW who this voice belongs to and other voice said "Just a little more" WHICH WAS OBVIOUSLY FROM YUTA the nosy first+second years + Gojo burst into the room but turns out Yuta is just removing charcoal mask from DD!r face lol

note: not gonna lie, this one was a little rushed, and the ending is shit. but honestly - i love this too much. i had a little too much fun writing this idea whenever i have time in between, and i love the idea of gojo just being a menace to anyone trying to get some head cx since i headcanon he finds joy in blueballing people for absolutely no reason.

pronouns: she/her

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It was a weekend; where most of the students are given days off from their classes and missions. Like any other weekend the students have decided to spend most of it at home; they had already gone out the night before with Gojo to a festival that was happening near by. So they took the opportunity to unwind after a long week, enjoying the time they have as students to do things teenagers will usually do. 

Well, for almost everyone. 

Maki, having grown up in the Zen’In clan, had never grown up watching many children shows and movies that shaped many of her fellow classmates’ childhoods. After the others had found out, they had subjected Maki to a weekend movie date - every weekend, regardless of what day it is, they will be watching either a few episodes or a few movies from a series to ‘educate’ Maki. 

Usually it’s a huge event, where everyone would make time out of their day to sit in the rec room. Toge and Nobara are in charge of preparing the list of movies or shows they should watch, putting tabs on the shows that Maki does and doesn’t like so they can come up with more titles that might appeal to her. However, because of Yuta having returned from a trip, Y/N and him had opted out from watching movies to sleep in for the day. 

And because the others wanted to give them some time together, they didn’t bother to knock on their door when they’ve decided to watch a few movies before dinner time. So the others got comfortable and Nobara started the movies, getting into the groove of watching the movies and enjoying their free day together. Gojo was also in the mix, letting Toge and Yuji to lean against him whilst they shared a bowl of popcorn together.

It didn’t take long for a few hours to pass, and soon Yuji and Megumi got up to prepare dinner for everyone - they were planning to have curry for dinner. So the others went about collecting the trash from their snacks whilst the others picked up the blanket and throw pillows they were using. Maki, who folded and stored away the extra blankets into Yuji’s room, since he had took out a few blankets from his wardrobe. 

“Can you get the couple to come out for dinner?,” Nobara called out to Maki as the older girl looked over at her, who just hums with a nod before she closes the closet and made her way towards the female dorms. It didn’t take long for her to reach Y/N’s door, yet before she can knock she heard a weird noise coming from inside. Maki pauses before she presses her ear against the door to hear things properly, squinting a little to try and make out all the now quiet noises that was coming from Y/N’s room. 

“W-Wait, Y-Yuta...it hurts...”

Y/N’s whines were quiet and somewhat muted, but there was no mistaking what Maki had heard. Her words had Maki widening her eyes in shock as she presses her ear closer to the door, her ears managing to catch Yuta letting out a soft grunt before a breathless chuckle was heard. 

“Don’t push me away like that, babe. I promise to be gentle.”

Nobara had just left Yuji’s room, humming to herself as she made her way towards the dining hall, only to pause when she saw her senpai pressing her ear against Y/N’s door. “Maki-senpai? What are you-,” Nobara started, only to be stopped by a glare and a quiet hiss. Wordlessly Maki gestures for Nobara to come over, the younger girl giving the older girl a confused glance whilst Maki scowls and nods her head against the door; indicating for her to press her ear against the door like Maki had done earlier. 

A normal person would have questioned Maki, since it was weird to be listening into other people’s rooms; but it was Y/N they were talking about. The only time Maki will usually do something like this would be when she was concerned that something is happening to Y/N - and that was the only reason why Nobara had did as she was told. As confused as she was about the entire thing.

Another soft whine of pain and what sounded like comforting words being murmured to Y/N in a much deeper voice; a voice that belongs to one and one person only. Nobara had parted her lips to let out a gasp, only for Maki to swiftly push her hand against her mouth with wide eyes; silently telling her to keep her mouth shut. Nobara caught onto the message fast enough, Maki quietly lowering her hand from her mouth before she leans closer to whisper into Nobara’s ear. 

“Are they -”

“What on Earth are you two doing?”

Gojo’s curious but quiet voice came from somewhere beside the girls, causing both of them to jump and barely managed to keep their scream of shock in. Gojo had been tasked to grab some ingredients from Yuji’s room, and was confused at the sight of the two girls pressing their ears against Y/N’s door with wide and shocked eyes. Yet Gojo can read rooms pretty well, and he was sure that there was a reason as to why Maki and Nobara were huddled together in front of Y/N’s dorm room door. 

So, without asking them another question, he walks towards the girls before he leans over them to press his ear against the smooth wooden door that was free from decorations. Only to freeze from shock at what sounded like some squishy water sounds along with a soft chuckle from Yuta, Y/N letting out a soft whine of discomfort.

“Don’t squirm too much. We’re almost there, dolly.”

Without even hesitating Gojo pulled himself back before he grabbed the doorknob, and before Maki can stop him he pushed it open; rushing himself inside. “No funny business under my roof!,” Gojo yells at the top of his lungs, expecting to catch Yuta and Y/N in a very compromising position. Sure - he shouldn’t be the one to be commenting on what the students do in their relationship. They are all smart enough to work their way around things like condoms and birth control, and he was definitely in no position to judge what people do in their more ‘intimate’ aspects of their relationship.

He had expected to have to see Yuta on top of Y/N in a very compromising position, having to see both of their horrified expressions at getting caught. 

What he hadn’t expected was to see them both of them very much clothed and seated on Y/N’s bed. One of Yuta’s hands were resting on the side of Y/N’s neck carefully whilst his other hand was holding onto a damp towel stained black with the remanence of what seemed to be a charcoal mask. A mask that Yuta was trying to get off a pouting Y/N’s face.

“Uh...hi?”

Yuta’s voice was confused yet awkward, black hair being pushed back with a panda themed headband whilst he awkwardly places the wet towel back into the small pail, where he quietly wets the face towel once more. “No more~,” Y/N whines when Yuta reaches over to rub the remaining of the mask off her face, squirming away from Yuta’s fingers whilst he cooed at her to keep still; reassuring the pouting and teary girl that they were almost done. 

Maki, having never expected this to be the reason why Y/N was whining, felt her cheeks warm in embarrassment. Nobara, on the other hand, related to why Y/N was whining and pouting - taking a charcoal mask off was definitely a huge pain. And may times she’d end up in tears as well, along with sensitive skin that was warm to the touch. Gojo, who had fully expected to catch them in the act of something indecent, seem to deflate at the sight of them doing something so innocent. 

“I really thought you two would be fucking.”

BONUS: 

“Sensei, don’t you think it’s a bit weird that your first response was to barge into the room?”

The others, including Yuta and Y/N, had gathered for dinner in the dining hall. Yuji, like promised, had made curry for everyone as Gojo told everyone what had happened earlier. This had Yuta’s cheek flaring up in embarrassment as he hastily explain to the others staring at him - Y/N, having gotten a charcoal mask delivered, had asked Yuta if he wanted to try them with her. He had agreed, as if he had the heart to say no to her puppy eyes in the first place. 

But Y/N, being the adorable softy she was, regret it once the mask had dried and she had to wipe it off. Yuta, who was the only one at the room, had to try and coax Y/N to take the mask off, starting the back and forth between him and the teary Y/N. However, Yuta wouldn’t have expected for his sensei to think about that of all things.

“How was I supposed to know that the two of them are just doing something so innocent?,” Gojo grumbles through his mouthful of rice, swallowing it before he jabbed his spoon towards the table. “You are all teenagers. I don’t want a mini kid running around the campus - it’s too early for that,” Gojo said with a soft shake of his head, his words causing Yuta to chock on his food; face red at the idea that the others thought that both of them were having sex.

“S-Still - opening the door?,” Yuta managed out after taking a few gulps of water, giving Gojo a wide eyed look whilst the older man just grumbled and pouts at him. “I just wanted to make sure you’re not defiling our beloved Y/N,” Gojo grumbles before he wraps his arm around Y/N, who looks up with wide eyes as she chews her mouthful of potato and rice. His words just flew over her head, but the others just glanced at Yuta; who had covered his face in his hands as he sunk deeper into his seat. He was probably hoping a hole would open up beneath him so he can disappear forever. 

Maki, who does felt guilty for starting the entire thing, awkwardly coughs before she pats Yuta on the back. Hoping that her awkward but genuine support would make him feel a little better. 

“I think Y/N will kill Yuta from shock first if she even brought up the topic of sex.”

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Devastated

Ivar the Boneless x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2794 words

Warnings: Reader cannot have children. It is covered in very little detail but content may be triggering to some. Read with caution darlings. 

Summary: The reader finds out that she will never bear children, and knows that she must tell her husband, eventually. 

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You were devastated.

In your entire life, you were sure that you’d never been given such bad news.

When you went to visit the Seer, the last thing you expected him to tell you about your future was that you would never be able to have children, and yet, that was just what had happened.

You begged the mighty one to reconsider, to tell you something different, but there was nothing to be done.

The reality was that you would never bear children of your own, not in all your life.

You couldn’t believe it.

Child rearing was incredibly important to you, and your people in general. You should have been able to bear strong, strapping sons to carry on their father’s name and daughters who could hold their own against any warrior.

It was your birthright as a woman, and a Princess of Kattegat, but the seer was very clear. There were no young ones in your future, at least, not any that you would carry on your own as your mother had with you.

It wasn’t going to happen.

By all accounts, you were heartbroken.

Since you were a young child, you had dreamed of becoming a mother to brave children who could bring just as much glory to Kattegat as you and all the others before you had. You owed it to the Gods, but evidently, they had a different plan.

You weren’t to be a mother.

You considered this, and everything else the seer had said as you walked down the path toward the great hall, your feet heavy beneath you. Perhaps, if you made enough offerings to Freya, something would change.

Though, you knew it would never work.

The seer had never been wrong, in all the years you’d lived. If he was ever going to be wrong, you doubted it would be over this in any case.

You couldn’t rightly ignore the facts.

Your body wasn’t fit to carry children, and if your womb couldn't support life, there was nothing you could have ever hoped to do to change that. The most you could do was accept what you knew to be true.

Which was much easier in theory than in practice.

Not only did you have to come to terms with this new reality, but you also had to share the unfortunate news with your husband, who would certainly not take it well.

Every man wanted sons, men whom they could be proud to leave their name to when they were finally called to Valhalla. The idea that you were taking that away from Ivar made you rethink everything.

Would he want to be married to you anymore when he found out? Your marriage was relatively new, and you couldn't blame him if this was something that he simply couldn’t overlook and even worse, what if he was angry?

Ivar wasn’t exactly a joy to be around when he was angry, and you fear what he may do if he blamed you for something like this.

Was it your fault?

Gods, maybe it was.

You weren’t aware that you couldn’t have children before this morning so it wasn’t as if you could have been expected to warn him before your marriage, but now that you knew, was it possible you had done something wrong.

It was really starting to feel as though you were being punished for something, but for what, you were unsure.

Surely you’d done something wrong. Why else would the Gods see fit to take your children away from you before you’d even had a chance to consider having them?

It felt like a cruel joke, one that you could never escape.

The more you thought about it, the more distracted you’d become, and before long, you found yourself entering the mouth of the great hall, where Ivar was already waiting for you.

Of course he was.

Your husband was kind to you, most of the time, when his temper didn’t have a handle on his emotions. You had never found yourself worried about speaking to him, or telling him anything before, but today was different.

Today, you found yourself more willing to go into the woods to fight a bear as Bjorn had done, rather than tell Ivar of the news you’d gotten from the seer on your visit this morning.

It was simply too much to put on one person.

“Well hello my wife, how are you?” Ivar hummed, letting his eyes fall on you in the doorway once he’d decided he was bored of watching Ubbe and Hvitserk try to best one another in an arm wrestle.

They had been going at it for the last hour or so, and it had gotten tedious shortly after that.

Hearing about what you had gotten into today seemed to interest him that much more, especially because you had taken it upon yourself to get out of bed and leave before he’d even opened his eyes.

You didn’t speak at first, instead opting to admire the man you loved in a silent contemplation of how he was feeling today.

If he was already in a sour mood, you weren’t going to dare bring something like this up.

Still, compared to how Ivar acted on his worst days, he seemed rather content today. If nothing else, he was bored, which you couldn’t really fault him for. His mother had more or less kept him here his entire life.

He didn’t voyage away from Kattegat and he never was one for frivolous activities to pass the time.

In any case, if there was ever going to be a good opportunity to have such a sensitive conversation with him, it was now. At least, you had a better chance of him staying calm, rather than getting angry.

“I’m just fine, Ivar, how are you?” you hummed, sitting down beside him as gingerly as you could without disturbing him, though you were more in your head than you’d ever been.

You knew that you should pay attention as he told you about what he’d gotten up to today, not missing the subtle comments he made about you leaving him to wake up on his own, but you couldn’t focus on anything more than the sinking in your gut.

Deep down, you knew that he would blame you.

That it was bad enough that you weren’t as fair or petite as his brother’s wives, and that his father had arranged your marriage, but now, you wouldn't even be able to bear his children for him.

You had been rather fortunate to avoid Ivar’s wrath before now, though you’d seen it pretty frequently, and you could feel that luck running out. You knew that this would upset him, that he would be angry.

You just weren’t sure what you could do about that.

It would be foolish to believe that you could keep this from him forever.

Eventually, he was bound to put the pieces together when you couldn’t get pregnant, and even if he didn’t, the seer was sure to mention it to him at some point.

You could only keep this from him for so long, and if he found out you knew this long before he did, he would punish you for sure.

So, as much as it made your stomach turn, you knew that you only really had one choice.

“What did you do today that was so important?” he questioned, all but snapping in your face to get your attention once he’d finished speaking, only to find you as far away as ever.

Clearly, your head was a million miles away, and while that normally would have frustrated Ivar, he found himself strangely concerned for your wellbeing. Usually, when he spoke, you hung on every word.

Today, it was as if he wasn’t even here.

“I went to visit the seer, about the strange way I’ve been feeling” you shrugged, hoping that wouldn’t bring on any other questions from him.

This was your chance.

All you had to do was tell him.

Though, when you raised your eyes to meet his, you found that same knot in your belly twisted up even more. There was no way that you could tell him, he would never understand.

Still, you knew that at some point, he was sure to pull it out of you. He always did, no matter what it was you tried to keep away.

“Well, what did he tell you?” came his second question, the one you’d been anticipating, and trying to avoid, this entire time.

You did your best not to let the heavy sigh building in your chest escape as you tried to figure out how to word what you had to say, your eyes falling on both Hvitserk and Ubbe across the room.

It was bad enough that you were about to tell Ivar the worst news you’d ever gotten, but now, you had to do it with them within earshot? It was perfect. The entire Ragnarsson clan could hate you at once.

Not that them being here was a completely bad thing.

At least with his brothers in the room, there was less of a chance that Ivar could get so angry with you.

Perhaps they would be a good buffer for you.

In any case, you knew that you had reached the end of your very minimal stalling. If you waited any longer, the more you were sure that Ivar’s peaceful mood and ticking patience would fade.

The longer you waited, the harder it would be.

“There is nothing outrightly wrong” you allowed, doing your best to make him feel better about that, at the very least. It wasn’t a lie, just as much as it wasn’t exactly the truth. You weren’t dying, or seriously ill.

You just weren’t as you thought you were this morning.

“Then why were you away for so long? Surely the seer was able to tell you something” he groaned, bothered that you had been away for so many hours without so much as a warning to him.

After all, you had been missing from his side since before he opened his eyes, something he had never really taken kindly to.

You nodded, sorry that your clear absence had upset him so much before you finally let that sigh fall from your lips.

“Yes, he did, but the news is rather difficult to accept,” you warned, forcing some words out when you found the truth unable to leave your tongue. With every second that passed, you could just feel his patience leaving him.

However, even with all the blatant stalling you were doing, Ivar remained as calm as he could.

It was clear to him that no matter what you said, there was something you were keeping from him. The only question Ivar really had was why?

In all the time that you had been married, he was always kind to you. He took care of you as any husband should and though his temper was a bit harsh at times, he was always careful to be fair and gentle when he spoke to you.

All in all, Ivar thought himself to be a good husband but perhaps he was wrong.

He couldn’t imagine anything that could be so bad that you were so timid to tell him.

“Y/N, what did the seer tell you?” he prompted, shocking you a bit with the use of your name. Ivar never used your name, not if he could help it, always instead opting for ‘wife’ or ‘darling’ if he really wanted something.

It was never Y/N with him.

“I cannot have children, Ivar. Not ever” you finally broke, desperately wishing that you hadn’t said anything to begin with.

You should have been able to do this, and you both knew it.

Still, once you’d finally built up the courage to look, the upset that you expected from Ivar wasn’t anywhere to be seen on his face.

Instead, he wore an expression that was almost confused.

That was what you were so afraid to tell him?

You had come in here after a day of absence, as closed off and cagey as he’d ever seen you in all the time that you’d known him and that was what it was about? He just couldn’t believe that was the thing that you hesitated to share.

Of all the things it could have been, he would have thought that among the first that you could talk with him about if need be.

Not that you could read all of that from his silence and pensive expression.

From where you were sitting, you were even further convinced that he was about to tell you that he couldn’t be married to someone that couldn’t give him children, and that you would be on your own once again.

News that you couldn’t have been more unwilling to hear.

While your marriage to Ivar had been his mother’s idea in the beginning, you had begun to really care for him in the time you’d been married. Separating from him was sure to break your heart.

No matter the circumstances.

“And you’re upset by that?” he hummed, after a few seconds of silence between the two of you, a casual question that seemed so out of place in such a serious, tense conversation.

It was so strange.

He truly seemed as if he didn’t understand what the big deal was.

Though, you were talking to a man who had never truly been sure children were in his future to begin with. Not to mention the fact that even if he knew he was physically able, Ivar didn’t know how he felt about fathering offspring.

After all, if they had to live life anything like he did, he wasn’t sure it was worth it.

So, the idea that you couldn’t bear his children didn’t bother Ivar as much as you’d been expecting. Something that would have made you feel better, had you not been heartbroken over it.

You wanted to have children, all your life, so now knowing that you couldn’t, it felt as if something you’d never even had, had been stolen from you.

“Of course I’m upset, Ivar. Are you not?” you sighed, shocked at how this conversation had so drastically changed from what you’d been expecting. All this time, you thought your husband would be the most affected by this.

All the while, he remained almost entirely unphased by the news that you were barren.

It was almost insulting.

“Did you really expect to have children when we married, anyway?” he asked, his question giving you pause for a moment.

You supposed you’d never really thought about it before.

He had a point.

There was never any real guarantee that you were going to be a mother with him in any case, a fact that hadn’t even been important enough to cross your mind when you were getting married.

“I never thought much about it” you allowed, your eyes once again sinking to the floor as you thought about everything that had somehow changed, in the matter of a few hours.

It was hard not to feel as if your body had betrayed your trust, taking away something you had always thought to be promised.

You were upset, and rightfully so.

Ivar may not have ever considered himself a father, in any capacity, but that didn’t mean that your upset was any less real. He’d had his entire life to come to terms with this, whereas you’d only known for a day.

Of course it bothered you, and even if he didn’t really get why you were allowing something like this to get to you so much, he could recognize that you were hurting.

...and what kind of husband would he be if he left his grieving wife to her own devices.

“I understand that you are distressed by the seer’s news, but I promise you, it changes nothing between us” Ivar assured, his fingers brushing over the top of your hand as he held it between you.

It wasn’t the most comforting gesture outside of this moment, a simple hand holding as it were, but coming from Ivar, it made all the difference in the world.

As desperate as you were to change the state of your body, and as much as you wished it wasn’t the way it was, you knew that nothing could be done.

All you could do now was move on as best you could, and perhaps, sometime down the line, the gods may gift you with a child that you could care for. 

Even if such a child wasn’t of Ivar’s and your own.

At least, until then, you had Ivar by your side.

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[mochikeiji]

Come Home

↠ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

↠ Warning: anxiety attacks, pregnancy, manga spoiler! chapter 91 (for those who have not read)

↬ Word Count: 2k

If death was giving you a sign at this very moment, it would be the cold ticks each second the clock on your empty apartment room echoed. Each second comes an outbursts of numerous emotions. On the first tick sent shivers on your skin, the second felt like small pricks of hair slowly rose up as goosebumps followed after, third was the frantic tapping of your foot on the carpeted floor as you bounced your leg.

On the outside, you would've been labelled as overreacting. On the inside, you were slowly dying.

As of now time felt like a never ending torture. It was a tug of war between trust in your husband or the one in your gut; a battle between mind and heart, to whom should you choose to believe in? How long do you plan on standing at the edge of the cliff not knowing the faith that has been laid out for you and the most powerful shaman? To whom do you concede to?

A critical position for you to be in. If Gojo were here beside you, not only would you have to wince at the feeling of his finger flicking your forehead, but also a round of uncharacteristic scolding about how bad it is to be stressed out or anxious because of the growing life inside of you. Well, none of this wouldn't have happened if he didn't left. But as all married couples are out there, you are one of the majority that did not want to tie their partners down from what they were meant to do. Especially if your partner is the most needed person in the world.

You couldn't tell him not to go out. Not out there on the field you've come to grow as a sorcerer yourself. The deaths of your fallen comrades and innocent civilians, the demands of the elders and powerful clans. Most of all, being part of the theatre death had directed. No one knows who'd be next to live another day or to be at forever slumber. And your husband was one of the main casts in this scene. Someone who'd always be near death's door only to keep taunting the horrifying God.

It was all fun and games before. It was either ride or die with Gojo during your youthful days. But as time progressed, and the upcoming family you both had dreamed of was at its peak, from that moment every thing came crashing down. It wasn't hormones anymore. It wasn't simple.

You were beyond terrified.

"Please come home."

Not even realizing you were already kneeling down from the couch you were seated, hands clasps together hard, the veins prodding out as if they were going to pop. A silent mantra of pleads to the unknown world you were stuck in. Chest heaving harshly, tears and snot mixing as they fell down the cushions. You didn't feel them. You couldn't see anything.

There was no way to describe the gaping hole that had swallowed you to your deepest depths of fear.

"Come home, Satoru.."

Was the last thing that had been uttered out from your lips before the dark hushes turned into soft cooes. The once imaginary prickly like nails that was scraping your body changed into gentle strokes on your back and onto your bulging stomach.

If there was no way to describe your fears, what is there to be said for the immense heart break of your own husband coming home to see you knelt down with cascading despair written all over your features? The image of the cheery, and powerful woman he's had of you now haunted by what he had came home to.

Though Gojo never had the brightest personality to everyone, he would trade every thing he has if it meant for you to be pulled out from where he had dragged you in.

He knew from the start loving you would mean a lot. You were every thing he wanted and yearned for in life. The love he always came home to. Cursing his naive self of erasing the fact that you were only human.

You had your limitations and this was it.

"Hey, wifey, shhh." the warmth of his breath next to your ear made you choke a sob. Having his body shield your smaller one from behind with his hands now trapping your still clasped ones. "I'm here, I'm not going any where. Not now or ever." his white hair tickling the side of your cheek as he rubbed the side of his face onto the your tear stained ones. If there was one thing everyone knew he was good at, it was being overly affectionate. Not that you'd complain.

His thumbs massages the back of your hands, smoothing down the veins in hopes of easing your grip. He should probably thank Yuuji for passing out hours ago, if not he'd be still stuck training the young lad and have you deal with this torment possibly longer. Even so, he was glad he had manage to finish up early. At your 7 month of pregnancy he wouldn't dare take longer. He didn't like being away, he never did. Always cursing at those who demand his presence. All he wanted was to stay home with you.

Home where everything is safe.

"Let's get you up, kay? May I carry you?" it was a shock on how uncharacteristically cautious he's become ever since your pregnancy. No one knew the Gojo Satoru knows when to tone it down on situations. It was all heart warming, you wanted to cry.

You gave him a small nod, feeling your body hoisted up from the floor and nested on top of his lap with ease. Never failing to amaze you how you managed to marry this man. The man you'd devotedly pray to the heavens would come back to you alive.

As his arms finally settled on your waist, moving at an upward then downward motion, he rubs your sides. Slowly coming to the globe of your stomach with a soft hum, he watches you deeply with a soft gaze behind his interfering blindfold.

Sighing shakily, you shifted your position a bit to the side, allowing yourself to lean your cheek on his left pectoral, listening to the rhythm his heart beat, sobs died down into sniffles and hiccups. You twiddled with his fingers placed on your stomach. The anxiety inside you barely disappeared, but tamed for the moment.

A light peck on your forehead was placed, snapping you back from the little world that had consumed you, down back in the arms of your beloved husband as he smiles and wipes away the left over tears, "Hi there, honey."

Focused on the warmth his palm emits, you reached out over his covered eyes, sliding away the blindfold, freeing the captivating azure gaze he possesses as they held nothing but love piercing back to your teary ones. His hair framing his adorning features, yet so perfect and lively he was smiling at you. The image of this man you wanted to wake up to every day. To welcome, to smile with, to live, and to love.

"Satoru.."

Cupping your cheeks in worry, the serene peace disappearing from him when his brows furrowed with his lips frantically hushing you. Parental instincts kicking in as he eyed your stomach in wonder how your dear child was holding up with the mountain of negative emotions crowding you, "Honey, you need to stay calm. Our little bun in there might have trouble baking you know?" he whispered close to your lips, foreheads leaned onto yours.

"Oh, Satoru." a broken smile formed from your quivering lips, "You're home, you're home." thumbs coming close to stroke his lids softly down to his cheeks. Fragile, that's how you'd describe yourself in touching your husband. Every day from the moment you lived with him are days you two cannot be separated from each other's lingering touches. Even so, on those days it still felt like it was too good to be true to have each other embraced away from the terrors of the world.

"I'm home, I'm home." sealing away your sobs with his lips to yours, letting you feel all of his emotions and unspoken vows within the action of only you two could share forever. The love he never knew he was capable of only for you and your child to be gifted of.

"I'm scared." pulling away as you shut your eyes. The dark hushes returning, coming back to haunt you of what is in store for tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and so on. The strings attached upon you two, unknowing who was in control of your faiths. "Satoru, I'm scared. Please don't go anymore."

Confessing all of your troubles, he tightens his hold around you. Not a chance, he curses in his head would he allow himself to be defeated so easily and submitting himself to the awaiting gates of death.

"What if you don't come back to me anymore?"

Not a chance, was he going to die after happiness is just within his reach. Longing for something so surreal his entire life. He wasn't going out without having a taste of the sweetness of he now calls home in his life. Not ever. Not when he knows he's the strongest and will continue to reign as he is.

"Honey loves, I'll always come home to you." a vow he seals with the gaze he has locked with yours. The golden band that was proudly worn on his finger from his left hand above your stomach, "I'll always come home to you both, my sweet loves." a vow for only the two people in his life that kept him going. He will always keep his word by heart.

Though it was known that it wasn't enough to fully assure you. The comfort of today was much appreciated and needed for you to finally sigh out one last bit of the sadness, and giving him a teary smile.

"I love you, Satoru."

A melodic sound his heart would crave for every day. Definitely another thing worth coming home if he could hear it again and again.

Smiling mischievously, he reciprocates the feeling by stealing another one of your kisses whilst cradling your body and stomach. He wonders how long would it take for your baby to come meet him. He could hardly wait anymore.

"I love you more."

Was the last thing he had said before his eyes shut close to bask in the warmth and safety of his domain. His and yours little domain. One day to be shared with either a mini you or him between your arms, erupting small giggles into the air.

He couldn't wait to come home to that very day.

Not to wake up another second.

Or was it a minute?

An hour?

He couldn't tell. For time was unpredictable inside the realm he was kept imprisoned.

"Oh, another dream."

An old memory he has with you over months ago.

A breathy chuckle comes out. Was it another thing to mock him of his moment of weakness? Where he could do nothing but lay down and wait for he knows nothing of what could and what was happening?

His bones were on fire. The caged rage inside of him waiting to be freed as he could hear the cackles of his own enemies having to won over him.

"Come home to me."

No, they have not.

The fight was still going. He knows deep down as his faith on his beloved students remains strongly as his love and promises to you. Somehow, some way, he will get out. Like before, time is the enemy. He could only hope that you're holding up for the mean time. It was only matter of time you would be giving birth as well.

And he wasn't planning on missing out the biggest part of his life.

Nor was he planning on letting his enemies run free easily. They were going to pay.

He was going to pay.

"I'm coming home. Wait for me."

Thus begins the string of faith as every thing is set into motion.

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If you are Sakura stan please don’t read it, this is my opinion and thoughts about Sakura as a mother

Sakura is not a good mother!

After reading Gaiden arc, I realized that Sakura is not a good parent to Sarada. Hinata is also not a good mother but Sakura is even worse in that aspect of motherhood. Here are my reasons:

1. Sakura’s mentality. Sadly Sakura is still the same little girl that wants to show everyone that she got Sasuke and she put her daughter into this. We know that Karin helped Sakura to gave birth but what Sakura did is that she covered her photo, didn’t tell her own daughter about her birth and about Karin (she should know that). Why Sakura assumes that every woman that Sasuke met was in love with him. Then Ino, her “friend”, was stopped by Sarada when she tried to say hello to Sasuke. Sakura must have told Sarada about Ino and her crush on Sasuke when she was younger and she told her this in a not good way. Why 32 year old woman does something like this to herself and to her daughter. It is a proof that Sakura has never grown up.

2. Talking about Sasuke. It is Sakura’s fault that her child doesn’t believe in her parents’ marriage. Sakura has never bothered to tell Sarada about her father’s past, what he has been through, who were his parents, brother and his clan. Nothing, that’s why Sarada developed this idea that her father doesn’t care about her. Sakura also didn’t even told her daugther about the relationship that Naruto and Sasuke share. What Naruto did to save her father. She said just nothing. Even her relationship with Naruto is not right. When Shin attacked Naruto, Sasuke and Sarada, Sakura only cared about Sasuke and Sarada, where is this super friendship with Naruto that almost everyone talks about. There is no friendship, I assume that Sakura can feel a little jealousy about Naruto, and what he did for Sasuke because how you explain that Naruto is put into the same category as Ino and Karin. Sarada just knows Naruto because he is Hokage. I am sure that Sakura told Sarada about Sasuke something like this “your father was the best in the academy, he is an Uchiha and he was so handsome that every girl wanted him even Ino...” that’s all what she told Sarada about Sasuke and this is really sad.

3. Finally, neglecting her daughter and using strenght to scare her. Sarada has asked Sakura many times about Sasuke but Sakura never tells her anything, she feels like nothing is wrong. She sees her sad daughter and does nothing about it. She can’t answer her properly. In that moment Sarada breaks and we cannot blame her, she asks Sakura if is she even Sasuke’s wife and what Sakura does... she explodes like a volcano, starts to use her physical strenght as a warning. It is really abusive if you treat your daughter like that. She should know some info about her father but her mother doesn’t want to tell her because she doesn’t know anything about Sasuke, she can’t understand his actions. What’s matters to her is her Uchiha crest on her back and don’t even dare to question her relationship. I will put you in place even if you are my family or not!

My conclusion is: Sarada is neglected because Sakura used her to get Sasuke. Sakura’s pregnancy wasn’t planned by Sasuke. Kishimoto even writes Sakura chased after him, he could have written Sakura and Sasuke decided to travel together or Sakura joined Sasuke in their journey but no, he used the word chased so it means that Sasuke didn’t want Sakura with him and if he didn’t want her why would he want a child. The best example that Sarada was made just to get Sasuke is the scene where Sasuke comes to the villiage, Naruto is the hokage so Sarada was at the same age as Boruto. Sakura went to Sasuke by herself, she didn’t tell her daughter that her father came back, she didn’t tell Sasuke to come meet her daughter (trust me Kishimoto would have drawn this). She just thought about herself. Sarada was used by Sakura just like Naruto to make her dream come true. To get her Sasuke.

#anti sakura #anti ss #narusasu #sasunaru