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1d1195 · 2 months

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Zipper Extra VII

As much as I love this couple, I struggled to come up with an idea for this so I hope this works.

~3.5k words

“I want it to be perfect,” she whispered.

“For whom, m’love?” He wondered. “For me? You’re there. We could get married in trash bags and be married by an alien,” he reminded her making her smile so gorgeously it made Harry’s heart skip a beat.

Harry was losing his mind again.

There was a ring on her finger and somehow that made her more enticing to the men that saw her in public. At the coffee shop, Harry would look at the different roasts to take home and someone would immediately start chatting with her asking to buy her coffee unaware that Harry was only a few feet away. Of course she stopped them politely, explained her fiancé was right there. “Oh, I didn’t even notice the ring,” the man murmured, further turning Harry green with envy.

When they were at the grocery store, the bagger insisted on lifting her items and offered to take them to her car while Harry headed back to grab something they inevitably forgot. Once more she assured the man that her fiancé was more than capable of doing so. “Hmm...I didn’t see your ring,” he admitted.

Of course they didn’t.

Why would anyone bother to look away from her pretty face for even a second to see if she was happily taken?

It soured Harry’s mood immensely. Naturally, she was kind about it on the ride home. She didn’t speak about it at all, merely held his hand as he drove and gave it a gentle squeeze every couple of minutes. She would tell him all about her ideas for their wedding; how she wanted sunset colors for her bouquet: peach, golden yellow, some light orange colors, sprigs of purple, and rosy pinks. “I think it will offset the blue dresses the girls will wear really nicely,” she explained.

He typically grunted in response still feeling frustrated over how someone blatantly flirted with her. It shouldn’t have surprised him. She was so pretty and so nice. It was a wonder Harry didn’t resort to physical fights. Eventually after a few grunts she would finally ask. “Do you have any ideas of what you want? I’ve been struggling with a seating arrangement plan. I see lots of cool things on Pinterest, but nothing really speaks to me.”

Almost always it worked. Harry would clear his throat, forced to answer her question. He had to forget about the jealousy that filled him because he would rather die than not help his fiancée with whatever it was she wanted. “M’not too sure,” he murmured. “What are the options?” Because he was not going to be one of those men who did nothing to help plan. She went through hundreds of different options and questions. They were pretty agreeable on most fronts.

“Having the seats listed on a mirror is really popular these days. I went to a wedding in college that was on a windowpane and that was cool. I’m really into this thing I saw though it almost looks like a clothesline—little clips hold the cards in place for people to find it.”

Harry could hear the way her voice changed when she talked about the little clothesline. “I like that,” he smiled.

“Yeah? You’re not just saying that?” She always asked.

“No, kitten. Course not,” if he didn’t like it, he would tell her. “I think it’ll be beautiful.”

“I was also thinking about our welcome sign.”

“Hmm?”

Harry knew she was trying to trick him into feeling less jealous the longer she spoke. It worked too. “I’ve been trying to come up with something punny. Finally found ‘you’ve been sentenced to a lifetime of happiness,’” she giggled. Harry snorted and shook his head. “Is that lame?” He glanced at her peripherally as they pulled onto their apartment’s street.

“Not if y’want it, love,” he assured her.

“I know, but I want you—”

“I think it’s adorable,” he pulled into a spot on the street and parked. He turned to her finally, gazing into her soft, pretty eyes. He looked at her lips and brought his hand to her face admiring how warm her skin felt beneath his palm. She was so pretty every moment of the day it was incredible she was all his to admire.

“It’ll have a gavel below the words, and I want it to be decorated with the flowers we pick,” she continued.

“You’ve already made the sale, kitten,” he chuckled, brushed his thumb on her lip.

“I want it to be perfect,” she whispered.

“Well,” she sighed. “When you put it that way.”

“M’sorry m’a jealous monster,” he whispered quietly.

She blushed below his hand, and she glanced from his uninterrupted gaze. “I don’t think you’re a monster. I don’t think you have anything to be jealous of either.”

He smiled; pressed his lips to her forehead and nodded. “Probably not, but can’t help it,” he shrugged. “M’sorry.”

“I would probably tear a girl’s eyes out if she even looked at you.”

Harry laughed loudly. “I would never make y’jealous, kitten. Ever. But I would love t’see that.”

It was going to be a spring wedding. Spring in the loosest sense of the word. It was going to be on the first day of spring but there was no way of knowing if it would be a warm spring day or a holdover of a cold winter day.

It didn’t bother her much planning most of it. Everyone in her life told her a thousand different things that made her anxious and sick of hearing the difference of opinions when the only opinion she cared about was Harry’s.

“I want to show you my dress so bad,” she told him while they snuggled on the couch watching a movie.

He smiled. “I can’t wait t’see it, kitten. Gonna look like an angel,” he kissed the top of her head.

She buried her face into his side. “I don’t know about angel,”

He chuckled. “Course y’will, love. Y’look like an angel every day,” he reminded her.

She laughed, muffled by his ribcage. If she had the ability to tell her younger self she would one day be engaged to Harry Styles she didn’t think there was a world in which she would have believed it. But right beside him, calling her an angel. It seemed like the surest thing to ever bet on.

“Mom,” she sighed rubbing her forehead. Harry was walking in the door, a box of cupcakes for tasting. He picked them up after a long day of work. She could see the exhaustion on his face. There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair had that look that he ran his hand through it too many times.

On the table was a giant poster board filled with sticky notes that was supposed to keep them organized in planning but felt like a full-time job some nights.

Her mom was talking in her ear about how her uncle wanted to bring his new girlfriend despite the fact his ex-wife was going to be there, and they did not get along. “Mom, it’s my wedding!” She was practically bubbling with tears. Harry rushed over, missing the counter as he put the box down, which left the cupcakes smeared on the floor in the process. Harry looked at the box like it was the box’s fault but feeling shame that it was his own doing.

Her jaw dropped in shock, unable to believe the chaos that seemed to creep in every moment the closer it got to the wedding. It was only four months away and they had already been planning for so long. While she looked at the ruined cupcakes, she listened to her mom try to reason with her that it was what you were supposed to do at a wedding. They could rearrange everyone when the time came so that everyone was happy.

“Mom, I have to call you back,” she mumbled and hung up without another word. Poor exhausted Harry looked at the cupcakes.

“Fuck, m’sorry, kitten,” he frowned. “I thought y’were going t’cry and I just wanted t’make sure y’didn’t...I can call and ask for another dozen and go get them right now—”

“Can we get married this weekend?” She looked at him nervously. “Please?” She whispered.

His voice felt broken. They had been planning for nearly a year. A wedding that they were grateful to afford because so many could not have the elaborate wedding they were planning. One that had everything they wanted. But even in their own planning, it was their wedding and yet it was still dissolving into anxiety and madness. It was supposed to be in front of all their friends and family. “But what ‘bout—”

“We can do that one too, but I’m going crazy. You’re going crazy,” her voice cracked. “I just want to be your wife. I don’t care about any of this anymore,” she whispered.

“Kitten,” he cooed.

“I know I’m crazy but if one more person asks if they can bring their child after I specifically said no children I’m going to scream,” she sniffled.

“Baby,” he frowned. “Please don’t cry,” he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. “I know s’overwhelming but I want you t’have—”

“Then please marry me. This weekend,” she repeated into his shirt.

“How on earth could I say no to you?” He asked rhetorically.

Angelic was insulting compared to how beautiful she looked. In fact, there wasn’t a word to describe how perfect that dress looked on her. It literally stole Harry’s breath away. “Breathe,” Louis muttered to him as she entered. His voice felt frozen, and he wondered how on earth he was going to get through vows.

Louis was the only person they told. He closed the office down for the night. Told everyone that planned on working on a Saturday evening that they couldn’t. Something about buffing the floors or tenting for fumigation. But really, Louis was going to marry them as a recently registered online-ordained clerk. They were getting married in Harry’s office because that’s where she told Harry she loved him for the first time. She walked the short distance from the door to where Louis and Harry had moved his desk to the side so they could get married in the setting sunlight. There were a few bouquets of flowers that Harry thought would match the theme of their other wedding in a couple short months.

She held a similar bouquet in her hands. Harry thought she looked like an ancient goddess of sunlight and flowers. Her dress was A-line in structure. A plunging neckline with intricate floral lace on the bodice without any sparkle. The floral lace faded into the flowy skirt and against the setting sun, she looked golden against the pure white dress. She was the most precious thing he had ever seen. She was completely right; he was desperate to see her in this dress. Waiting another few months would have been sinful.

“Hi,” Harry smiled as she stood in front of him.

“Hi,” she giggled. “It doesn’t fit right because it still needs to be altered,” she told him and showed off the back that had a similar plunging neckline but against her back. “I stole all our chip clips,” she smiled excitedly. Harry laughed and shaking his head at her and her adorable antics. “And I won’t have my hair like this.”

Harry hadn’t even noticed that she had her hair down naturally as she always wore it. Her makeup was the same as he saw it each day. Yet somehow it was even more beautiful. “I think y’should,” he murmured.

“Oh?” She smiled. Nodding he scanned her up and down unable to believe she was all his. In a few moments she would be his wife for the rest of their lives and beyond. “You look perfect,” she assured him. Harry always looked handsome. He had plenty of suits due to his job, but there was one he had gotten shortly after getting engaged. He never told her but as she scanned the suit, it fit better than all his other ones, it seemed she realized he got a new one just for this day. Like it was made to be on him and look so perfect on him for this moment.

“Are you ready?” Louis asked quietly. It was their evening, and he didn’t want to spoil it or rush it. But Louis also knew that Harry would spend hours ogling her if he let him.

They both nodded eagerly.

Louis went through the basics, the things that were said at every wedding but they were staring at each other, Harry holding her left hand in both of his while her other hand held her bouquet. “Do you want to do your vows now?” Louis asked.

“I forgot mine,” she admitted.

He shrugged. “They don’t have to be the ones we wrote,” he offered.

She took a deep breath. “Okay, Louis, I’m sorry,” she smiled. He winked at her and she turned her gaze back to Harry. “They’re not going to make any sense if I say them off the top of my head,” she warned.

“S’okay,” he assured her. “M’gonna love you no matter what.”

With another deep breath she started. “I’ve been so lucky to know you since we were kids. Thinking back on it, I’m sure I’ve loved you since we were in college. Having our lives intertwined so obviously seems like fate, in hindsight. But I wouldn’t trade a day of our relationship and every path and twist and hiccup it led us to for anything. There are days where I truly don’t want to do anything but be your wife and just...bask in how perfect it is. I lose all sense of identity and it’s not a bad thing. I am so in love with you it makes me,” she sighed, shaking her head, keeping her gaze on his green eyes that looked golden in the sunlight. “I am so happy to marry you. It might be the best thing I’ve ever done. You make me a better person, you make me happy, you make me feel safe,” she blinked away briefly and laughed. “I didn’t...” she sniffled as she thought of the night that Harry was there to save her and kickstart their romantic relationship. Despite how scared she was at the time; she would be forever grateful for Harry finding her and keeping her safe. Always. “Oops,” she swiped at her cheek and Harry chuckled.

“S’okay,” he promised. She sniffled again, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“I think if I admitted it to myself, I always had a crush on you. Ever since we were young,” he reached for that tear and wiped it away. “You make sure I have medicine when I don’t feel well, and you always make sure I eat. You dance with me in the kitchen, and you don’t mind that I’ve been in pajamas for two days on the weekend. You make me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world,” she paused briefly and squeezed his hand like it was part of the promise she was whispering to him (and Louis). “I’m going to have a crush on you for the rest of our lives and I’m so happy we’re here and I love you very much. I always will. And I will always do everything I can to make you happy.”

Louis looked at Harry pointedly. “I can’t wait to hear what she has to say when she has prep time,” Louis smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes as she giggled, which just made his heart feel warmer than he ever thought possible.

He squeezed her hand. “I feel like I’ve said m’vows a hundred times t’you now. When I told you I loved you for the first time, right here. Then when I proposed. M’going to love you with everything in me. Every single day. M’gonna love you more every day. Somehow. I’ll figure it out, I promise,” he smirked making her giggle. “You mean everything t’me,” he promised. “I don’t care ‘bout money, houses, billable hours, or contracts. The second I think of you, it all goes away. You are my entire world. You make me so happy. Even when I don’t want t’be happy. Y’work tremendously hard t’make our lives easier and happier. T’make me happier. No one has ever done that for me before,” he explained. “I admire you more than anyone on this earth,” her eyes welled with tears again.

“M’going to love you and cherish you and take care of you for as long as we live and then wherever this afterlife takes us,” it truly sounded like a vow. “I want this to be the last time you cry, but seems a bit unrealistic,” he chuckled and wiped at her tears again as she giggled tearily through the words. “M'never going t’be responsible for your sadness, kitten. I promise. M’always going t’be responsible for making y’happy. When y’need me, m’going t’be there. Always. I love you more and more every second and I wish I figured it out sooner than I did,” the only nod to the rough start they had in ages. “But m’glad I figured it out now. Glad I get t’see you in this beautiful dress and hear y’tell me that m’worth it,” he whispered.

“You are,” she mouthed unable to speak.

“I love you,” he repeated. “Forever, and ever.”

Louis cleared his throat awkwardly and shook his head. “Didn’t know you could do that,” he muttered and pinched at the corner of his eyes. She laughed tearily, still but Harry couldn’t help but smile. Louis spoke again, more logistics and legalities. Terms and conditions the pair of them were used to hearing.

Harry was certain he said “I do, I do, I do,” about a hundred times when Louis asked making him and his beautiful girl laugh again.

“And do you take Harry Styles to be your husband?” Louis asked.

Her eyebrows pinched together as she looked at the most perfect man she had ever met. She tilted her head at him. “Are you holding your breath?” She whispered.

“Please say ‘I do,’” he mumbled but he was definitely holding his breath.

She giggled. “I do,” she rolled her eyes. “You idiot.”

“Thank you,” he sighed with relief.

Louis snorted. “Just kiss her already,” he chuckled.

Harry dipped her as if they were dancing in the kitchen at home. His hand unclipping one of the chip clips holding her dress in place. She giggled as his lips sealed over hers. “Congratulations, Mrs. Styles,” he murmured against her mouth when he pulled away slightly.

Louis chuckled, grabbing the clip, and heading for the door to sign the marriage certificate.

She kissed him again, the flowers falling to the floor, and she held his face in both her hands. “I love you, Mr. Styles,” she smiled. She looked so beautiful; it made Harry’s heart ache.

“This was an amazing idea, kitten,” he told her standing her upright, and kissing her again.

“I have those every now and then,” she tucked her face into his chest. Another clip fell off her back.

He laughed and kissed her forehead. “Better get y’home so y’don’t flash Louis on our way out,” he suggested.

She smiled. “Well...I actually brought a change of clothes,” she assured him. “And I may have told Louis to leave the floor locked and leave,” she bit the inside of her lip.

Harry felt warm all over. “Oh?” One of his eyebrows quirked up. His expression hooded as he looked her over.

“I think you got a good view of my dress for now, right? You can wait till spring?” She asked, pulling the last two bag clips off the back of her dress. Without them holding it in place, it draped differently on her body making it fall haphazardly around her torso, dangerously close to revealing some of Harry's favorite physical features of hers.

“I’d like to view it on the floor,” his voice was low and hungry in tone as he scanned her.

She smiled. Turning around, she showed off her zipper. "Unzip me."

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queenofallimagines · 2 months

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Hiori yo x black reader

(A/N): was literally complaining bc like how is he black but there’s NO black readers??? But I found out who’s clogging up the blue lock tag😒And then I realized I can do it my fucking self lmao. HC him as Nigerian bc like we’re never gunna get any cultural background info on him bc they never tell us about the parents(unless it’s central to their backstory and even then they’re the main characters not their parents.) so I’m making up my own lore✨ his dad is Nigerian who immigrated to Japan and hiori very rarely sees his dads side of the family bc they live elsewhere and his parents don’t care about him knowing family he’s supposed to be their trophy

Hiori yo:

- okay so boom

- This happens in his blue lock era obviously

- His parents rarely let him play w kids bc he was always training if you peep in the manga

- Only has some idea of some form of cultural heritage

- He was blessed cursed with only his mothers genetics so looking more like her has him skirt around a lot of that racism

- He probably makes friends with all the other mixed kids but gets viscerally uncomfortable when he sees them getting micro-aggressed

- Makes him think twice about showing up to school with his hair not styled like his mom

- Spends 90% of his time gaming anyway so like he doesn’t have to go outside

- When he runs away to blue lock life starts to have color

- I think post U-20 arc he spends those two weeks at home hanging out with karasu because he’s not gunna let him sit inside and rot around his shitty parents for two weeks

- Karasu definitely introduces you to him

- You were one of his friends from school he used to chill with and he’s like you would be good for hiori

- Karasu 100% condones your bad influence like lmao he wants to see hiori be a MENACE to society

- He’s smirking in the background as you bring his inner ultra sadist out

- He messes up your hair and will laugh when you get mad

- “stoooop iiiiit you’re messing up my hair!”

- “aww does the princess not like their hair being touched?”

- “Not when I took a long time to do it this morning!”

- Will immediately get flustered if you say you like his hair

- hide the flat iron from him!!

- I feel like he’s lowkey insecure about usually being like the only black kid in the room

- And he speaks in a different accent than a lot of them?

- Yeah pack it up!

- *he doesn’t really think much of his appearance. he thinks he looks okay and he isn’t really confident about his skin complexion. he isn’t dark skin but he isn’t light skin either.*

- His chat Ai gave me that unprompted so it’s canon now sorry :/

- Yknow how boys will say the most traumatic shit out of nowhere?

- “do you really think that I’m pretty? even my skin complexion and everything?”

- “I sure do! Anyone who says differently is a colorist racist loser . There’s nothing wrong with you or your completion. Like you’re one of the only people who made me feel welcomed here are you fr?”

- Karasu is glaring at you though for having him make pale people jokes.

- He’s very lowkey about how snake like he is so he’s the “you can’t say that shit in public!” Friend, while you don’t care about getting cancelled😭

- “but please don’t let anyone the shade of printer paper make you feel bad about your melanin beloved.”

- “The snow roaches are usually too scared to try something because I’m tall:/“

- “WE ARE IN A CONNIVENCE STORE PEOPLE CAN HEAR YALL”

- he’s trying his best really but he’s just one crow😔

- Don’t let tea about his parents make it back to your ears bc it’s really on sight for that man AND that snow bunny 😡

- “Does your dad ever like talk to you about his culture?? does he say anything outside of trying to make you into some star striker??”

- Mf just shrugs his shoulders.

- “not really. my parents don’t care about anything other than my success. they don’t care about my happiness or how i feel..”

- “Yo, baby ….. imma beat your parents ass😐 is your dad Nigerian? Bc that feels like textbook immigrant parent behavior.“

- “……. I REALLY don’t like how you knew that.”

- “My next guess would have been Guyanese.”

- Hes giggling tho bc I don’t think he really talked shit about his parents w nobody like REALLY really

- Just watching them fight 24/7 as a kid took a toll on my poor baby soul IK

- Spoiler for his backstory but I mean not really??

- His parents saying that if he didn’t become the best they would get a divorce made my jaw hit the stairs of hell

- ““you really know a lot about this kinda stuff?,,,,but yeah, nigerian parents are hella strict. they expect high grades from us and if we don’t reach those high grades, we’re basically disowned..”

- See me personally I have tattoos, colored hair and piercings and my mom fresh off the banana boat carribean

- “Like Dr umar said “you will be never get freedom unless you take it” It’s like a hostage situation!”

- “Is that how you have them long ass acrylics?”

- “….I took it😙”

- He will never bring you home bc you’re always 5 mins from punching his mom in the mouth and he really cannot handle that especially when he’s gone 24/7 in blue lock and can’t talk to you

- They don’t know you but know you’re a bad influence so they hate you from afar

- Very pro “traumatize your parents back” and karasu right there w you

- He’ll he can even scoop up yukumiya to be on demon time👀

- “hit em with the “what if I stop soccer?” And they have nowhere to run but just sit there seething because they need you.”

- “Right the cards are in your hands.”

- “…..Respectfully love, you’re a whole ass delinquent and karasu you’re a scammer. I’m not taking advice from people with active warrants😐”

- Now back on my bullshit

- He be so fine when he use metavision

- Like he knows that if he glances over at you during one of his games he’s gunna find you squirming in your seat

- Looks at you after he scores a goal every time and flashes you that shit eating grin

- Win or loose he’s getting his dick wet!!

- Have a safe word

- He’s never gunna try to push you past your limits in a way that will hurt you

- Buuuuut he is pretty mean

- Imagine that cute innocent looking face smiling down at you with his round doe eyes

- Calling you a dumb slut

- Man is a menace and probably gets a higher sex drive the more he fucks

- Not even out of like lust overtaking him he just will be randomly thinking about how he had you on your knees in this very locker room before

- And now feels the strong urge to split you open on his cock

- It’s fun for him like a game

- And he always wins

- Only way you can get him is to outsmart him but like that’s once in a blue moon so good luck Charlie😅

- Mans is 6”1 so he’s effortlessly manhandling you and giggling at how much your body is screaming for him

- “Shit, ya keep squeezing me like that and I won’t be able to pull out.”

- Again because he dosent have a high libido as a carnal thing certain NORMAL shit will set him off

- Like you was talking about the weather now he has you bent over the couch??

- Nicknames would be one

- You call him blueberry and he’s ready to go

- The cute look on your face and the smile he can see that’s reserved for him

- The way he can same the hearts in your eyes when you look at him

- He wants to ruin you and make you cry

- Edging is his go too thing

- Will do it until your grabbing at his hands begging him to let you come and he’s laughing his ass off

- “Why? ‘S real funny seeing you this pathetic.”

- He’s very mean in that soft sweet condescending way that pisses you off

- “Ow! Yo that hurt!”

- “Mmm, don’t care.”

- Bites you all over like you’re a chew toy

- Feel like he’s tied with rin and shidou for leaving marks

- He’s a cheeky little bastard so he will have you in public looking like a mess and he couldn’t be more innocent standing right next to you

- “You good?”

- “Yeah,karasu I’m fine.”

- “You sure because you’re limping right now.”

- And this fucker is there like ☺️☺️☺️

- Weakness is distracting him while gaming

- He’s very whiney if you suck him off while he’s gaming and has vc on

- Like he’s barely holding back his whimpers and wines as you’re head is buried between his thighs

- (Rin , nagi and him def game like I know they play Minecraft together)

- “Oi, hiori you okay? You’ve been pretty quiet.”

- “M good.”

- He is fighting for his sanity!!

- Has locked the door a few times to keep you out

- Accidentally left the mic on when he thought the coast was clear and came HARD

- Rin will never EVER bring that shit up and is taking that secret to the grave

- Does get flustered when he sees you and hiori not-so-subtly sneaking off to have your hands all over each other

- Keeps that memory square in the back of his head to jack off to

- Hiori Yo is a very sadistic man with a lot of confidence

- So he has absolutely no qualms about fucking you in front of his teammates in the locker room

- Oh, the team walked in on him blowing your back out? Nothing is stoping them from showering and changing

- Shares you with isagi like that’s just what happens

- He wants to see the egoist be mean to you

- This has happened more than once and bastard München straight up knows if he’s nowhere to be found when they are heading back to the locker rooms

- He’s in there making you cry on his cock

- “Cmon, tell em how much you like creaming around my cock dollface.”

- Particularly of Kaiser is kicking attitude he’ll glare at him while you’re on your knees and dare him to try something

- Oh he don’t care about doing it in the pxg locker rooms either

- Shidou has unfortunately walked in on him sitting beside you on the ground pushing your head down so you can take Rin’s cock even deeper

- “Ne, Rin-Chan. Look at how I can see you in their throat.”

- Hiori if anything isn’t going to play by the rules or be fair about it

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areislol · 1 year

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do not worry, for you have me.

neteyam, lo’ak, tsu'tey x omaticayan/metkayina! reader

ft— neteyam, lo’ak, tsu'tey, ao’nung(irrelevant) warnings— brief mentions of blood, gn! reader, established relationship, teasing, name calling, jake is mentioned a few times. i have no idea how to write fighting scenes. a/n— i’ve always had the idea of hybrid! reader, so here it is! ♡ also send in some more requests im loving these ideas sm!! tsu’tey doesn’t have any fighting scenes but it has a whole bunch of comforting. oh, and smut fic coming idk but it’s there :)) synopsis— being half omaticaya(n) and metkayina(n) means a lot of staring and ill-treatment, but what is there to worry, when you have them.

your parents were both in different clans, your mother was from the metkayina clan while your father was in the omaticaya clan.

although they were in different clans, that didn’t stop them from falling in love, forbidden love if you can call it that.

shortly after falling in love and dating they had you, y/n.

throughout your life you’ve been the centre of attention, both good and bad, everybody who came in contact with you always stared at you, but you don’t blame them, it’s not everyday you see a na’vi whose parents come from different clans.

you’d think that they’d be in awe but you’re wrong, they sort of.. despised you, thought of you as weird. your features were different, your eye color was a mixture of blue and yellow, you had enlarged doe eyes like the metkayina, your skin color was a mixture between aqua and dark blue, you had a combination of the omaticaya and metkayina marking on your body.

you were thin just like the omaticaya but strong and perfect in the water, knowing how to breath correctly under water.

you were truly breathtaking. but nobody wanted to believe that.

how could two people from different clans mate? it was outrageous to them.

they always stared at you, their gaze was always on you. it always made you feel nervous, you hated it.

good thing is that they never called you names or teased you, only ever staring at you, but that all changed once you moved with your mate to the metkayina clan, your mothers clan.

and as usual, everybody's eye was on you.

but ever since you arrived there there was a particular group that would harass you for your looks, your background. they would tease you, call you names, pull your hair and touch your features without asking you, it infuriated you.

but their constant teasing would come to an end once your mate “came to the rescue” (what they said) and fought them or told them to “back off or else serious consequences will happen” which was normally them fighting the group and them winning even though it was a 1-4.

today was no different.

you were mindlessly drawing hearts in the sand, minding your business when you heard (multiple) footsteps coming behind you, you recognize them. it was the foot steps of ao’nung and his group.

you stop drawing for a second, scared.

“hey halfie! what are you doing?” one of the boys shouted, “pfft- they’re probably doing something dumb!” a girl shouted, going around to see what you were doing, once they saw the hearts drawn on the sand she held back her laughter.

“this loser was drawing hearts on the sand!” once she pointed out what you were doing the group started to snicker, covering their mouths to gossip.

ao’nung scoffs when you don’t talk, “why aren’t you talking?” no reply. with your fists clenching you get up and start to walk away, not wanting to make a scene.

ao’nung stares at you in disbelief, looking back at his group he nods his head to the direction where you were and they all ran up to you, hearing their footsteps you quicken your pace, but it was no use as your hair suddenly gets yanked by ao’nung.

falling down you winced, face scrunching up. rubbing your head the group surrounds you

“just leave me alone!” you cry out, tears threatening to fall, eyes glistening when you get an answer, “why should we? you’re easy to pick on, you’re special.” ao’nung states bluntly.

before they could pick on you any further they heard someone yell out your name, turning around they see them, you looked to the direction where you heard your name, seeing someone running furiously where you and the group were.

before they knew it your mate was standing right in front of them, getting in their face, chest heaving up and down.

“leave them alone.” they said in a dark and commanding voice.

their eyes switched between you and the group, “what if i don’t? what will you do, huh?” ao’nung says teasingly, looking left and right to his group to which they nod.

“this.”

neteyam x omaticaya/metkayina! reader

Lunging at ao’nung, he lifts his leg up, knee hitting ao’nung’s stomach, ao’nung hands grabbed onto neteyam shoulder, throwing him aside where he falls to the floor, your eyes widen as you saw the other members walk up to where neteyam laid, you get up and start to run over to where neteyam was but stopped when he stood up, clutching his head. Neteyam hissed, his tail swaying vigorously and he bared his fangs, ao’nung hissed before running towards neteyam, pushing him to the ground, he started to punch neteyam, only hitting him on the face a couple of times before neteyam caught his hands mid punch, you could see his face bruised, blood coming out of his nose. Hissing, neteyam punched ao’nung in the stomach, making ao’nung fall back just enough for him to sit up and get up. You started to panic when you saw the other members surrounding neteyam, this time you did not stop running after he threw punches to the other members, you jumped on the other members that neteyam did not punch yet, when they fell down you hissed and kept your body on them, you grabbed both of their wrists and held them up high to make sure they didn’t try anything funny. It was the least you could do anyways, neteyam already had multiple people down groaning, clutching their stomachs. ”Let me go!” they yelled, thrashing around trying to get free, you tugged on his arms that were still up high, making them groan, “how about.. no?” you say, a smile creeping on your face. While you held them down you don’t realize ao’nung creeping up behind you, a scowl on his face, neteyam was finished with the last of the group when he looked at you, his eyes widen in fear, he ran as fast as he could but to no avail. Ao’nung had jumped on you and tackled you to the floor, rolling before stopping, you groaned in pain, before he could punch you, you felt a rush of adrenaline throughout your body, staring up at ao’nung who was glaring at you, fist in the air you lifted up your knee and hit him where it hurts and once you did he rolled off of you, whining in pain as he clutched his part, neteyam’s face went from being worried about you to being proud, he was grinning ear to ear. Neteyam ran to you, holding both of your arms, eyeing you up and down to make sure you were okay. Luckily you only got a couple of scratches and bruises on your legs but no blood to which neteyam sighed at. While he’s inspecting you, you were doing the same to him, you noticed how he had scratches and bruises on his arm and legs and a few small bruises on his lip, blood was trickling down his nose, neteyam smiled weakly at you when he sees you staring at his nose. You suddenly reach into your satchel, retrieving a small cloth, placing it on his nose before wiping the blood away, your brows furrowed in concentration, lips pouting, god you looked so pretty right now.. and also when you held that boy down. Upon realizing how close you were to neteyam and how.. intimate this interaction felt you cleared your throat, “t-there was just blood.. on your nose.” you state, averting eye contact. Neteyam gave you a nod before asking if you were okay, “yea im fine, legs hurt though.” you reply, looking down at your legs. Looking up a neteyam he was already staring at you, you noticed how his expression changed, his brows furrowed as if something was on his mind, he was staring at you, staring into your eyes deeply. You were about to ask if he was okay when he cut you off with his own question, “why were they there with you? were they picking on you?” You looked away when you heard the last sentence, which gave away your answer. Your eyes were downcast, you were pouting. Neteyam sighed, catching your attention, you looked up at him with your doe eyes, his eyes catch yours and he looks away, panic was written all over his face. ”Gee you look horrible” you laugh to ease the awkward tension you two had, “and you look gorgeous.” he looked and sounded dead serious, you were caught off guard with his comment, and what neteyam said was true, even though your hair was sticking to your face, sand on your arms, legs and on your cheeks, you looked completely flawless, breathtaking in the sunlight. Neteyam could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat when he looked at you. Before you two could talk more you two heard a groan, “i’ll be telling my parents about this! just watch!” ao’nung says, running away to the village, you and neteyam looked at each other before shrugging, laughing. You and neteyam decide to go to kiri who always had some medicine in her satchel, leaving the others behind as they rolled on their backs, groaning and moaning. Walking to the village meant that the people would be staring at you two, since you two were bruised and looked like they’ve been in a fight (you did) and would be looking at you, again. You’ve been at the village for a few weeks now but nobody seems to get their gaze off of you, the children stared at you, the parents were interested in you but also scowled at you when the other parents whispered something in their ear. Neteyam noticed your silence, turning to face you he nudges you lightly which prompted you to look back at him, “are you alright?” neteyam asks, worry filling his voice as he grabbed your hands, squeezing your hand softly if he needed to, to make sure that you were looking at him. When you don’t respond he sighs, he didn’t want to pry into your and his business so he reluctantly stops asking you questions. ”They were teasing me. I was minding my own business and they just.. came.” when you finished your sentence you felt neteyam’s grip on your hand tighten, you looked down at your hands, realizing that he still held your hand, but you didn’t want him to let go so you didn’t say anything about it. Your heart was beating 100 times faster, a red hue appearing on your cheek, thinking about how you two are literally holding hands. Neteyam on the other hand was thinking about murdering ao’nung and his friends, mainly ao’nung though. Thinking about how he was going to creep into their marui and- wait, are you holding his hand? He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels something tighten their hold on his hand, that’s when he looks down and sees your hand intertwined with his and right there and then he explodes (inside), letting out a small and quiet “eek!” that you caught, but not from him, you thought that maybe it was a insect beside you. You were looking around for the supposed insect but found nothing so you look forward and resume walking. “You know y/n, you can always tell me anything that’s on your mind, whatever you’re feeling or thinking, you can always come to me.” neteyam says, breaking the silence. You look at him, giving him a small and beautiful smile. “Okay.” You and neteyam finally reached the village and immediately after tuk notices you two she runs over, but stops in her tracks once she sees neteyam littered with bruises nearly all over him and you with a few scratches and bruises on your legs, she runs even faster to you two and hugged both your and neteyam’s leg, “what happened?!” she exclaimed, looking up at you and neteyam, her eyes glistened. ”Tuk! what are you-” kiri asks, looking at her hugging both your and neteyam’s leg, she’s confused for a second but upon seeing how both of you looked hurt she quickly rushed over and helped you two to her marui. You and neteyam sat down and let kiri scold you two for doing whatever that made you two get hurt before bandaging and putting some herbs on the bruises and scratches, giving you and neteyam some pain killers and some water. ”What were you two doing?” kiri asks, giving you some water, before you could answer, neteyam answers for you, “ao’nung and his friends ganged up on y/n, so i helped them.” he states angrily, his ears tucked downwards. Kiri gives you a look, raising her eyebrows, you sigh and nod, agreeing with neteyam. Kiri gives you a sad look on her face, “you did the right thing neteyam, they wouldn’t have gone down without a fight anyway.” kiri says with a smirk on her face. You and neteyam stay there and talk until jake storms into the room, absolutely furious. ”Neteyam! what were you thinking, huh? you can’t go beating people up randomly, same goes for you y/n.” jake said in a dark tone, his jaw clenched, glaring at you and neteyam, but his expressions change upon seeing you and neteyam bruised and scratches littered on both your and neteyam’s arm, legs and faces. He immediately rushed to neteyam, holding his arm before glancing at you, he did not know what to make of this, many questions in his mind, but the main was, how did you two end up like this? Neteyam gestured jake to sit down beside you and he does so, his eyes both on you and neteyam, he scans you up and down, his mouth agape from what he’s seeing, “what.. what happened?” jake asks, placing his arm on your shoulder, you looked down at your feet, trying to avoid the question at first, “ao’nung was teasing y/n, harassing them so i, hit them.” neteyam states with no hesitation, he wanted everybody to know what happened to his y/n. Jake listened intently, his brows furrowed in anger and confusion. His hand clenching your shoulder tightly making you wince. He looked down at his feet as well before looking back up at neteyam, “listen neteyam, i can understand why you did that but you don’t go hitting people first,” he says before getting cut off by neteyam, “i asked them to leave them alone! they didn’t. I did what i had to.”, jake noticed how his fists clenched. After explaining everything jake scolded neteyam for fighting anyways, sighing, he turns to kiri who was listening to everything, “how are they doing?”, “okay other than some bruises obviously, it’ll take only a few weeks or maybe a month for it to heal.” jake sighs again, face palming before getting up and starts to head out the marui. Before he could really leave the premises neteyam got up and rushed over to his head, grabbing his arm jake turned around looking at neteyam who had a stern look on his face, “do something about this, please. You know how hard y/n’s life is, you know, because of their background and looks.” his voice cracking when he mentioned your name, even though this was about you, you’re his mate. It pained him to see how being different affected your life, how you were teased relentlessly, being called names, everything you had gone through made his heart pang. Jake stares at neteyam who was still holding onto his arm, jake glances at you who laid on the bed and had a hand over your forehead, the image of his son and his mate being bruised pained him, looking back at neteyam he reluctantly nods, placing his hand on his arm, “i’ll see what i can do.” and with that he pulls his dad in a hug with a smile on his face, “thanks, dad” he whispers, pulling back and running back to where laid. bonus!! Jake walks over to ronal’s and tonowari’s marui, peeking through he looks for the two, once he spots them he whistles, catching their attention. “Where is ao’nung? i need to talk to him, in private.” jake asks with a “friendly” smile on his face, ronal and tonowari exchange glances before agreeing to tell you, it was the least they could do, the point to his right where another marui was. Jake thanked them and walked over to ao’nung was. “Hey, boy.”, ao’nung whips his head around to see jake standing there, he stood up immediately, he shivered. Was is in fear? Jake clears his throat, “Listen,” he starts, moving closer and closer to where ao’nung stood, each step he took sent ao’nung stepping backwards in fear. Once he was in his face (but more up?) he spoke again, “if you and your friends ever lay your nasty fingers on my family and y/n, you’ll never see the light of the day. If you have a problem you can speak to me right now or whenever. Understood?” Ao’nung nodded which made jake’s dark expression change into something more.. friendlier than what ao’nung had endured. Slapping his head he tsks and walks away, leaving ao’nung stunned and scared. He would never dare to lay his hands on you.

lo’ak x omaticaya/metkayina! reader

Lo’ak pushed ao’nung chest resulting in ao’nung toppling back, once he regained his balance he ran up to lo’ak who looked unfazed, when he was about to land a punch on lo’ak’s face he swiftly avoids the punch. Ao’nung has a look of fear in his eyes as he realizes that he’s about to fall, his fist still in the air. Lo’ak watches as ao’nung falls to the ground, his face hitting the sand making him huff. He laughs before staring at you who’s still on the floor, you stare up at him with a small smile on your face. Then you hear a grunt coming from beside you, looking up you see one of ao’nung’s friends, he runs and lunges to lo’ak who was slow to respond to the sudden attack, since he was focusing on you, he and the boy tumbles down the sand, once they stop lo’ak is quick to use his strength to push the much, weaker, boy off of him. Getting up you see ao’nung also standing up, he nods to his friends where lo’ak and the boy fought, you see the rest of his friends nod and run over to lo’ak, yanking his tail trying to pull him down but to no avail. Lo’ak is throwing punches, not even missing ONE hit, hissing and scratching him once he was close. You got up and ran to lo’ak when you saw one of the boys come up behind him, “lo’ak! behind you!” you scream, rushing to where the boy was and hit him in the face which sent him to the floor, you stood still and looked at your fist, then looked at lo’ak who was looking at you with a look of pride, “woah.” you laughed out. ”Nice hit, y/n!” lo’ak yelled before punching another boy who was coming right at him. Needless to say you two spent the next few minutes fighting them off and attracting attention from all the screaming, yelling and hissing. Just as you was about to tackle ao’nung to the floor you saw him smirking, he was looking at you before glancing behind you, raising your eyebrows you turned around and your eyes widened, it was jake. Lo’ak dropped the boy he was holding and cleared his throat, looking down at his feet, you noticed how he looked scared at first but then his expression changed, he looked dark to say the least. Your eyes met jake and once they did you looked away, ashamed. Even though you knew others were watching you and lo’ak fight you didn’t feel anything but when it comes to jake? every single negative emotion you can think of comes flooding in. Jake had a look of disappointment and anger on his face, he was stomping angrily towards lo’ak but was glancing at you, glaring at you. “Lo’ak what were you thinking?!” he angrily muttered under his breath, looking at the boys who were groaning and laying in the sand. Lo’ak didn’t answer him, instead he was looking at you. ”Answer me, lo’ak.” jake stated, placing his hands on his shoulder making him look at him, lo’ak gave him a very loud, obnoxious, sigh before rolling his eyes, “they were picking on y/n, okay?” lo’ak answers while giving ao’nung and his friends a glare. Jake pauses for a second and turns to look at you, you gave him a small nod which said everything. Looking back at lo’ak he observes him, seeing how he has many scratches on him and blooding dribbling down his nose. Jake sighs and tells lo’ak to go to ronal to tend his bruises and others, lo’ak grumbled, looking at you, muttering a “sorry” and went off. You walked over to jake and poked his arm which prompted him to look at you, “sir- jake, please don’t be mad at lo’ak. I mean ao’nung is the problem, it is true that he made fun of me and you know but it wasn’t his fault.. please don’t be.. mad at him?” you state, looking over his shoulder to see ao’nung smirking. Just like lo’ak, he grumbles and looks behind him, ao’nung quickly switches his demeanor, he was no longer smirking but had a “ouch he hit me super hard” type of face, he was scrunching his face and groaning, rubbing his arm. That guy, you thought. If it was possible, steam would be coming out of your ears right now, face all red and looking.. scary. ”So.. is he still in trouble?” you ask, “yes..?” jake replies unsurely. You rolled your eyes but before you could speak jake cuts you off and tells you to go to ronal to also get treated. Nodding you skipped your way there, you were just happy to see him there, if he was even there. Arriving there was a little bit nerve-wracking. I mean, what would ronal think? two people fighting their son, on their land, but she didn’t know that her son was involved so it was nothing, when you entered the marui, lo’ak and ronal simultaneously looked at you, ronal sighs, “another one.” she says and gestures to you sit down beside lo’ak. “At least you don’t look that bad?” you chuckle, lo’ak purses his lips and gives you a nod. Sooner or later ronal leaves the room so you two could have some space and to also see what the ruckus was all about. Both you and lo’ak were sorry for each other, you were sorry that lo’ak got in trouble even though it wasn’t really his fault, lo’ak was sorry that he got you involved, sorry that because of him, you were hurt. He hated it, you got hurt because of him, but then again, ao’nung and his friends started it. It was silence at first, you could hear the waves crashing, people talking to one another, the wind. But that silence was broken by lo’ak, “im sorry.” he muttered, “huh- wait, why? sorry for what?” you ask, placing your hand on his, giving it a small squeeze. Lo’ak looked up and stared at you, your face, it was bruised. “That you got hurt. I should’ve stopped you from getting involved.” Your shoulders eased, a soft look now adorned on your face (which lo’ak noticed), but before he got comprehend anything you pulled him in a hug, a very tight one. His head rested on your shoulder, your arms around his body, he could smell your scent, you smelled nice, no, beautiful, if you can even say that. He immediately melted from your touch and leaned into you more which made you giggle, lo’ak always loved it when you hugged him or just touch him over all. “Listen lo’ak,” you say, pulling him back making him pout, he tried to hug you again but you lightly pushed him back, “no lo’ak, listen to what i have to say.” you say while giggling, upon hearing this lo’ak stopped trying to hug you and sat still. ”I want to say thank you lo’ak, for helping me from those boys, it was very brave of you to do that, you hear that? brave. You’re my hero lo’ak,” you finish, your hands were on his shoulder this whole time, staring deep into his eyes, telling lo’ak that what you were saying was true. You could’ve sworn that you saw a shine in his eyes, tears, when you asked him if he crying he immediately snapped out of his “trance” and shook his head, “no way.”, with his answer you giggle, “sure.” You pressed your foreheads together, hands cupping his cheeks, your thumb caressing his cheeks, both you and lo’ak had a smile on your faces, suddenly you perked up which almost gave him a heart attack, “oh! and i loved it when you punched that boy! you need to teach me.” you said, lo’ak gave you a scared look but gave you a nod which made you smile. Lo’ak then rambled to you about fighting techniques and interesting things that happened today, in the middle of his talk you pulled lo’ak into a hug which made him stunned at first but melted into your touch almost immediately, you played with his hair while he spoke, and this time, you weren’t going to let him go anytime soon.

tsu’tey x omaticaya/metkayina! reader Before tsu’tey could even do anything, they had already backed away, all of ao’nung’s friends had a scared look on their faces, almost ghostly pale. Ao’nung didn’t look as terrified as his friends but you knew that he did feel some sort of regret for taunting tsu’tey. “What’s wrong? are you scared?”, now if was HIS turn to taunt them. Ao’nung looked up, tsu’tey was much taller than him, although ao’nung may be a bit much bulkier that doesn’t change the fact that he, tsu’tey, was the greatest and toughest warrior from the omaticaya clan. They knew that if tsu’tey wanted the fight them, he would, but they also knew that he was very, very strong. So if they ever went up against him they would most definenetly lose. Tsu’tey had a scowl on his face, he clenched his fists tightly to the point where it turned white-ish. Before tsu’tey could do anything or say anything ao’nung and his friends backed away even more and bolted away. You and tsu’tey was left alone after they ran away, tsu’tey was stunned at first but once he realized that you were still there, laying down and hurt he immediately rushed to your side and started to check if you had any bruises of blood on you. “Are you okay my love?” tsu’tey asked, his arms around your body to help you up, once you were standing up you nod your head, “im okay tsu’tey.” you whisper, wiping the sand off your arms and body. Tsu’tey grabbed onto both of your arms prompting you to look at him, he had a stern look on his face, “are you sure?”, you stare at tsu’tey, giving him a small smile you nod. Tsu’tey looks unsure but your sweet smile reassures him, after that you and tsu’tey walk along the shore, tsu’tey keeps an eye out for ao’nung and his friends, making sure that the group doesn’t come back to taunt both of you or harass you. He’s glancing at you and quickly looking around just incase they decide to come back, but he knew that they wouldn’t come back, but still. “Are you even listening tsu’tey?” you ask, stopping your rambling. You keep on walking but this time you were looking up and tsu’tey, a faint frown appears on your face. You start to fidget with your fingers and clothing, waiting for his answer. “Sorry ma y/n, i was just seeing if those boys will come again, i was listening.” tsu’tey explained, resting his hand on your shoulder. Nodding you give tsu’tey a gentle smile before resuming to your talk, the entire time you were talking tsu’tey was admiring you, how you looked so adorable when you waved your hands around when you explained something, how your eyes lit up when you remember something you love or enjoy and then go on to ramble about it to him. Your smile was beautiful. Every time he saw you smiling or thinks about it he can’t help but melt, a faint smile appearing on his face which makes jake elbow him and smirk, sometimes raising his eyebrows which makes him roll his eyes and rest his face, but then that same smile would make an appearance once again. Stepping into your shared marui you immediately flop down on the bed, tsu’tey giving you a chuckle before laying down beside you, “tired?” he asks, when you give him a nod and a small mumble to which he could barely make out a “yes” he rests beside you, pulling you closer to him and places his arm around your body, embracing you. The drowsiness then takes over, sending you into a deep sleep while tsu’tey stays awake for a while, admiring your features. His fingers lightly grazing your face, brushing your hair off your face, after a few hours minutes of admiring your face he kisses your forehead, holding you closer before drifting off to sleep. When you awoke you instinctively squint your eyes to see more clearly from the sun shining on your face but you realized how it was dark, no sun whatsoever. Getting up you made sure to do slowly and carefully, you didn’t want to wake up tsu’tey, once you sat up you stretched your arms and stared at the sky, many stars adorning the sky. It was beautiful, but not even the thousands of words that are similar to beautiful can describe what you saw. You slowly got up and walked out of the marui, your eyes focusing on the thousands of stars that were in the sky, once you got close to the shore you sat down, the water rising up and down, the water hugged your foot whenever it did rise. The cold wind made everything better, the glowing fish swirled around in the deeper parts of the water, they caught your attention, after observing them for a bit you noticed how they stayed in one spot, swirling around. They did not move to another place, you decided to get up and see what they were doing. Stepping foot into the water you shivered, the water was cold, way too cold, but you were determined to reach the fish. Once you did get close to the fish they quickly swam away and went to another spot, it wasn’t far away so you decided to go there, every time you got close to them they would swim away and go to another spot, you would laugh whenever one of the fish was left behind and caught up to it’s group quickly, this repeated for a bit before you got tired. You swam up to a rock and climbed up on it, sitting down you kicked your feet in the water, getting a better and closer look of the beauty of the ocean. Schools of fish swam everywhere, some even swirling around where the rock was before going some place else. A smile creeps on your face, sighing you look up at the sky again. You stared mindlessly at the sky, taking in the beauty, but you were disturbed when you hear someone yell out your name, “y/n!”, turning around you see tsu’tey on the shore, you waved at him and gestured him to come over to where you were. Tsu’tey wasted no time and stepped into the cold ocean, once tsu’tey was near you he hopped onto the rock and sat down beside you. You two did not speak, the silence was way too loud. “What are you doing out here y/n? something on your mind?” he asks, placing his hand on yours, staring at you, you stopped observing the sky and turned to face tsu’tey, you ponder for a bit before speaking, “mhm, i guess something’s on my mind,” you start, tsu’tey gives you a nod, “tsu’tey?” you ask, “yes y/n?”, “do you think im weird?” Tsu’tey is taken aback from your question, mentally questioning why you’re thinking that, his grip on your hand tightens, “y/n, why do you say that? you are not weird to me, not to anyone. If they think that then let them think that, but nothing will change the way i look at you, think about you, the way i love you.” His answer makes you heart swell, falling for your mate even more. You gaze softens, leaning in you give him a chaste kiss on his lips, it’s a small, passionate kiss, nothing too rough. “Thank you tsu’tey, i guess ao’nung and his friends have a toll on me. They’ve been teasing me relentlessly when you’re not around.” after stating that tsu’tey’s gaze sharpened, tsu’tey had a irritated look on his face. Noticing this you placed your hand on his chest, “but don’t worry, just teach me how to defend myself. I don’t want to burden you with my troubles..” you mutter, “nonsense y/n, your problems are my problems.”, you let out a soft laugh and nod. You then went on about how they “would never lay a finger on you since he always had an eye on you, far away or not.” How once he was away, once you had nobody to “protect” you, they would start to pick on you. Every time you explained to him about what they did and said when he was away angered him even more, his chest puffed up. You would be lying if you said he didn’t look attractive when he was mad. After some calming down he held you close, promising that he would never let harm come your way, and if it ever did he would be there to protect you, dead or not.

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°•Cry•°

Warnings: No smut today, lol just a bit angst sorry. I've been feeling like Gyutaro lately and today I felt like crying in the office so I better take the opportunity to vent and write a bit.

▪︎Song Inspo: "Cry" - Cigarettes After Sex (i love them so much, pls listen to their music 🤧)

He was better than him, or so Gyutaro thought of his best friend.

Best friend? Since when did he think of him like that? He was quite a close acquaintance, because for Gyutaro friends don't exist.

He sees himself and him thinking that they are complete opposites, so why do they get along so well? And they get along so well why couldn't Gyutaro help but be envious of him from time to time?

Douma was a handsome young man, posting pictures of himself everywhere he went to his hundreds of Instagram followers. His skin was smooth, pale and flawless without any blemishes, his toned body and height would make anyone who looked at him drool, his features well proportioned and even his style of clothing was similar to that of a k-dramas idols or models, dammit.

He had a lot of friends not only in college but also from his old school where he finished high school, all the girls were texting him and would be willing to line up behind him at least to get a closer look.

He loved going out on weekends for walks and raising all the looks he could to feel desired and be the center of attention wherever he went.

Douma wanted a girl? He could have her.

But Gyutaro, oh, poor Gyutaro...he was Gyutaro. Always with the same expression on his face of having smelled shit even if he really felt happy, his laugh was totally outrageous and his shaky and weak voice matched it.

He had a nice skin tone and beautiful blue eyes but these were surrounded by dark circles due to the exhaustion of working all day and being a university student in his free time, the skin of various parts of his body including his face were dotted with peculiar birthmarks, a few scars and little spots caused by the stupid shitty acne he had been fighting for years.

He made an effort to dress well but being too tall he couldn't even find pants that fit him correctly, being tall was not part of his insecurities but being someone that big intimidated other people making them move away from him even when he weren't did it on purpose.

His hair was styled the same way every day, if he tried to do something different with it it was hard to like it and he'd rather opt to tie up his messy curls the same way again. Gyutaro hated his hair.

He had no friends, sometimes he used to talk with Hakuji and Michikatsu in college besides Douma but apart from them he had no one else to talk to. He hated people and his asocial tendencies made it almost impossible for him to want to leave his house when the 3 boys asked him out on a weekend. He had better things to do, like resting at least 1 fucking day a week and spending time with the only person he really cared about in life, his little sister Ume.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

"Did you see her? I think it's her, right?"

Gyutaro looked up from his food towards one of the campus gardens, looking at the girl the blonde was referring to.

"It's her. Bro, do you really like her and can't recognize her yet?"

"It's nerves, I suppose." Douma said, laughing ruefully.

It had been several months since Douma had set his colorful eyes on a girl from college, no idea who it could be because she wasn't in the same class as them so that made things a bit more difficult for Douma to start his goal of getting to know her better. He didn't even know her name.

Gyutaro tried to help and advise his friend in what he could, he had never had a girlfriend before but for some reason he was good at romantic issues, although not when he had to apply them himself.

Recently, a girl at work had made Gyutaro's heart race every time he talked to her. She was too nice to him and they had a common taste for topics of conversation. It is not common for Gyutaro to feel romantically attracted to someone, it had been 4 years since his last disappointment in love so this time he was more mature and thought he would dare to open up more and maybe get to know this adorable and special girl more.

They were small steps but Gyutaro was determined and motivated by his co-workers, he would start by greeting her in a friendly manner, talking with her in free time and even bringing her some sweets or snacks to her desk making her smile and thank him tenderly, making his chest puff up proudly every time they were together... but not everything was rosy.

An idiot was behind her too. He had a girlfriend but he was still after every woman in the office that he could get for himself within the company, 7 years older than her and unattractive but still...she seemed to send all the little but sincere efforts from Gyutaro fucking down the drain. He was very disappointed, again.

Gyutaro cannot forget how one day he came to work earlier than usual and found them laughing and talking as if they had known each other for years and when they saw him they simply went to another place to continue talking alone...as if he was trash.

That day he decided to give up but if only his heart could stop feeling things for her so easily. She preferred that bastard, it wasn't safe at all but seeing them eat lunch together every day, talking when they could and coming to work together would drive Gyutaro into the head without fail, making him feel bad. It wasn't the first time this happened to him, other girls he was interested in before also rejected him without a second thought. They all told him the same shit about "She's missing it, don't worry about her." "The right one will come" but when? How much longer was he going to have to keep waiting when he was getting further and further along in his adult life? Were they sure the problem wasn't him? Because he was convinced of that. Different interests in different people, different places and stages of his life... and he was always rejected.

Gyutaro had so much love to give behind that serious face and "unfeeling" armor, but no one cared to know what was beyond all that. It was frustrating.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

Gyutaro worked on his computer on some university projects after work, he did it afterward before going to sleep to pay enough attention to his little sister when he got home and had dinner with her. It was almost 9:00 pm and several messages made his cell phone vibrate, he took it to turn on the screen and see the contact "Douma" who had sent him 5 messages. Gyutaro opened the app and everything was a summary of how his partner had gotten the number of the girl he liked at a college event, got her Instagram and following each other accompanied by some screenshots of the random topic conversations with the girl. This made Gyutaro happy for his friend though not entirely, maybe at first but a few days later it all became a bit annoying for him. Douma couldn't stop talking about this girl, how cute she was to him and all the things they both had in common, how she responded to his messages almost immediately, and how they complimented each other. Douma was just excited and he didn't do it with any bad intentions but Gyutaro couldn't help but feel that his college romance was being rubbed in his face while he had been sent to hell a couple of weeks ago.

Gyutaro didn't say any bad comments to his friend, he reserved all kinds of hurtful words because he really appreciated him but envy grew little by little inside him. Douma was smart and handsome, he had gotten the seemingly unattainable girl of his dreams in a matter of weeks even though the only thing they met to socialize with was campus 1 time a week, a year ago he didn't even know she existed and now maybe they would even end up dating or doing things together in college and this disappointed Gyutaro in himself.

Why couldn't he do that? Why didn't these things happen to him? Even Ume got a love confession a few days ago but he never got his turn at anything...he was sick of this crap of feeling like he was "begging" people for some affection...he was fucking tired of the constant rejection .

If Douma did it with a complete stranger then why couldn't he achieve anything with the people he lived with and saw every day at school or work, with people who were even his friends, who took the fucking trouble to learn his name well and greet him every morning, with whom he had common themes and similar details in their life...why not him?

Shit, he was crying, again.

He didn't like to do it but he had to. Ume was asleep in her room so she couldn't hear his sobs in the dark, he sighed heavily and wiped a few tears from his face when his cell phone vibrated again. He scrolled down the notification panel only to find more messages from Douma and more screenshots of his conversations with the girl to tell him that everything was going well.

Gyutaro wasn't in the mood, not now. He tucked his cell phone under his pillow and snuggled under the covers as he was lulled to sleep by the rain outside. Maybe if he slept early today his head would stop aching and spinning in the morning, hoping to have a clearer and less stressful day than today.

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba

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never-ending-fanfic · 6 months

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Catching up with The Dragon Prince and decided to make a Crossover AU concept except all member of the Ghost Crew are different elves

(mind you I'm not deciding based on appearance or signature color ect I'm going with the General Vibe™ so it's rather personal, you can disagree or share your ideas)

Let's also say there are no humans in this case scenario kay? Let's dig in!

Hera- Skywing Elf, definitely, no doubt. Her love of flying is too strong for me to place her in a different type. She's also that "less than one in ten" case that's born with wings. I would say her horns would be long and curved to mimic the original lekku, I'd keep her green color (even though it's not usual for Skywing Elves to have that skin tonr) but maybe I'll add some silver/gray touches to

Kanan- Startouched Elf, going with what we know about that type, they're very rare and so are the Jedi after the fall of the Republic, so that's a nice touch. He'd have a deep indigo skin and obviously horns (to add the touch one could be chipped, to signify that he's been through a lot), his primal source is the stars ofc and ofc he's trying to teach Ezra about the arcanum with the stars, since that type of connection is rare and not much is known about it

Ezra- Startouched Elf, everything goes same as for Kanan, but I feel Ezra could have obviously smaller horns and a little lighter blue skin. He would also figure out the arcanum to more than one primal source and would definitely try Dark Magic at some point (just like how Ezra was tempted by the dark side in the show)

Sabine- Earthblood Elf- hear me out, she would definetly use her Earth Magic to create beautiful art, wether it would be with plants gems and crystals, she would have brown skin and green hair (at least originally, she could dye it later)

Zeb- Sunfire Elf, he would definitely still be a captain of the royal guard in Lux Aurea before its fall (lile Lasan) and it definetly fits that this type of Elves are known for amazing weapons (SWR Ladats- bo-rifle, TDP Sunfir Elves- Sunforge blades and armour) and his "heat-being mode" would definitely be something to see... He doesn't use the Sun Magic often, but like all Elves, he's connected to his primal source- the sun

Kallus- Moonshadow Elf, they're known for being great assasins and infiltrators, I think it would sit well with Kallus' spying abilities (and you cannot tell me that the phrase "by the light of Lothal's moons" doesn't fit perfectly!) He would still be pale with a bit of purple-ish hints, his markings would resemble his freckles, his hair would be white. He would know know a few spells but wouldn't rely only on them. He originally used Dark Magic, but after becoming one of The Good Guys™, he stopped. He's the perfect opposite of Zeb at first glance although also going with @seth-shitposts post about Kallus being like a moon that reflects the light around him, this is perfect.

Chopper- he would be Bait, but more outrightly unhinged

Not sure if I'm gonna write that or draw that but I wanna do SOMETHING

#star wars rebels #star wars #swr #sw rebels #hera syndulla #ezra bridger #sabine #kanan jarrus #zeb orrelios #garazeb orrelios #alexsandr kallus #kallus #agent kallus #the dragon prince #elves #crossover

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hsgucci94 · 2 years

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Surprise!

Summary: The one where Harry makes it to Y/N’s birthday just on time.

Content warnings: so much fluff, a bit cheesy even? oops

Word count: 800

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September 9th had finally come, which meant it was Y/N’s birthday, and to celebrate, her loved ones were throwing her a not-so-very-surprise party.

She had unintentionally found out about it the day before, when she read her sister's Allie messages because she mistook her phone with hers. Wearing the same phone cases was not neither of them most brilliant idea… So they had to abort mission; the birthday party was no longer a surprise.

Y/N was currently in the car, her best friend Lola on the wheel, while she was constantly checking her phone, just in case her boyfriend Harry called her or sent her a message. He was away on tour, and it had been two months since they last saw each other, when she joined the first shows of his Love on Tour after his third album got released.

She really missed him.

Late night FaceTime calls, random texts every now and then and casual calls to check on the other when they didn’t have much time to; that was how they had been keeping in contact for the past weeks. Weeks that actually felt like months, and months that actually felt like years. They had reached that point in their relationship where being apart from one another actually hurt. So much none of them would have imagined.

"Ready?", Lola asked her, intertwining one of her arms with Y/N’s, a huge and contagious smile on her face. Her best friend was a year older and wiser that day, so of course Lola was beaming happiness.

Y/N gave her a quick and nervous nod, and they both headed inside.

"Happy birthday, Y/N!," her friends and family chanted as soon as she entered the place.

"Thank you," she murmured, suddenly getting a bit shy due to the amount of faces in front of her.

Jeez, those were a lot of people.

She looked around, saying hello and hugging everyone, thanking them for coming to celebrate with her that night, and that was when her eyes met his.

Harry was there, in a corner, looking adorably in her direction.

He was wearing a cream-coloured suit with a light blue shirt under it, the entire color combination highlighting his summer tanned skin and his white smile, one that gave her instant butterflies the moment she saw it.

"Hey, handsome," she greeted him, trying her best to contain her excitement. She had to puck her lips together to stop herself from squealing. That was how excited she was to see him.

"That's it? That's all I'm getting? A 'Hey?" he rose his eyebrows, chuckling.

"Not just a 'Hey', but a 'Hey, handsome'. Those are two very different things," she replied, pretending to be offended. He shook his head, smiling.

"Come here," his smile grew bigger as he pulled her to him, his arms wrapping around her waist and gluing her body to his to finally close the distance that had kept them separated all this time. He squeezed the birthday girl between his arms, and she allowed herself to smell his scent and feel his warmth after so long. "Happy birthday, baby," Harry whispered in her ear, making her smile agains his chest.

"I... I can't believe you're here," Y/N admitted, giggling.

"Surprise!," he shouted, and they both laughed, "I just couldn't spend this day away from you," he shrugged, blushing a bit.

Without a second thought, she took his face between her hands and passionately kissed him, like she promised herself she'd do next time she saw him. Well, the day had come.

The moment she pulled away, an involuntary sigh escaped her lips, "I forgot how good this felt."

“What exactly?,” Harry softly asked, caressing her cheek while his eyes were still fixed on her.

“This. You. Us.”

He nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. He had the chance to peck her lips one more time before he felt a hand on his shoulder and had to slightly turn around; one of his hands still touching her, not wanting to let go just yet.

"Thanks again, Harry," Allie spoke once she approached them both, patting him on the shoulder and giving him a smile.

"Oh, no problem at all," he assured her.

"Thank you for what?," Y/N casually asked, looking between the two of them.

"Who do you think paid for all this, sister?," Allie replied, and she left, shaking her head while giggling.

Her words left Y/N speechless.

She turned to him, "Wait..., what?"

He laughed nonchalantly, "It's nothing, baby. Really." She was about to say something, but he cut her off, "And before you say what I know you're about to..., I did it because I wanted to. You don't owe me anything, okay?,” he sweetly kissed her on the forehead, "Now go enjoy your night, princess. I'll be right here if you need me."

#harry styles #short story #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles prompts #harry styles stories #harrystyles #hs1 #hsgucci94 #hsgucci94 imagines #harry styles prompt #hs writing #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n

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deadbydangit · 8 months

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A Spa Day with them

Cannibal, Trickster, Spirit

Cannibal

Spa day?

What's that?

He has no idea what a spa is.

Explain it in the simplest of terms and call it a 'self care' day.

Go into a little more detail on what you mean, then he'll start to understand.

Bubba will try and paint your nails, but he's kind of shaky, so some might end up on your skin.

He'll quickly try to rub it off, only to smear it more.

He'll be blubbering apologies.

Don't let him get too worked up about it.

He'll really enjoy doing different face masks.

Especially any that require someone to slather it on.

So he puts it on your face while you put it on his.

Bubba is super ticklish, so he'll probably be a little squirmy and giggly.

He won't actually take his mask off, but the effects should still work on skin that belonged to another human, right?

Probably doesn't work like that, but he's having fun.

Aromatherapy is also something new to him.

He isn't super fond of fruity sweet smells, but he enjoys more earthy scents.

It reminds him of home.

He often gets so relaxed, that he falls asleep on your lap.

He never gets these peaceful moments.

Feeling pretty and snuggling with you.

What more could he want?

Trickster

Spa day?

Um, yes please.

You don't even have to get anything.

Ji-Woon has a huge box full of high-quality products that he uses.

He is going to elevate you to a whole new experience.

"This is what they do at the spas I go to."

He'll say as he hands you a fancy drink and starts to paint your nails.

Although he usually got his nails done by other people, he prefers doing it himself.

And it won't just be a solid color.

You will get the most breathtaking patterns that could ever be done.

You can offer to paint his nails, but he really enjoys doing his own.

But he'll let you do his right hand since he has a harder time with that one.

After, he's picking out face masks and body scrubs, describing in great detail what each of them do.

He will even show you how to apply them.

And you better believe this man has a huge array of candles.

Any scent you can think of, he has it.

He isn't picky either. He'll like whatever one you choose.

While letting the masks and scrubs sit, he'll indulge you in gossip.

"Yun-Jin is so scared of bugs. Like, one time she took one of my knives just to kill this little beetle. And she crushed it. She can be so over dramatic."

It's days like this that make living in the realm so much more bearable.

Especially since he got to do it with you.

Spirit

Oh she's totally down for that!

Trials can be so stressful, this sounds like a great way to unwind.

First, she'll bring out all her incense.

Pick any one you'd like.

Personally, Rin loves any flowery scents.

Once those get burning, she'll get some of her nail polish.

She only has a few colors, but you two make it work.

It's also super easy to paint her nails.

Since her arms are kind of detached and all.

Cooler colors like purples and blues are her favorite.

She's surprisingly good at painting your nails.

She has very steady hands, probably from all those years of practicing kendo.

Her masks are the home-made type.

All natural, no chemicals.

Those are so much better more you.

And making the masks with you just makes it way more special

She'll always find ways to add fruits to any scrubs or masks she makes.

So, when you're both done, you'll smell amazing.

Lots of giggles and jokes.

This had to have been the most relaxed she had been in years.

She'll be begging for this to turn into a regular thing.

But she'll only do it if you do it with her.

#dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd trickster #dbd spirit #dbd bubba

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pkmn-lillie · 9 months

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TOTK AU idea!! spoilers for the ending of the game!!!

so you know how Zelda got un-dragon-ed by Sonia and Rauru at the end. what if it didn't work right? like, it only *mostly* reverses the draconification, so zelda has horns and a tail and spikes and scales, all that fun shit. But where did all that extra energy go?

It went to the other three dragons, who are now hanging around in hylian-adjacent forms in Hyrule (or the Depths ;)) and having fun/making trouble. I'm going to posit that they didn't start out as mortals like Zelda, so they have more memories of being dragons, unlike Zelda who was 'sleeping'. Also I'm bringing Ganondorf back, but getting exploded has knocked a lot of memories out of his head.

While the defeat of the Demon King has slowed the Blood Moon phenomena and greatly reduced the number of monsters on the surface, it has correlated with a surge in monsters and stalfos in the Depths, making it incredibly difficult to traverse, even by the Yiga. the Gloom has also disappeared from the surface, and only pockets of it remain within the Depths.

Because both Zelda and Link are trying to recuperate and manage the kingdom (and her new body,) they don't find out about this development until a few months after the defeat of the Demon King.

I've been alternating between he/they/she pronouns for all the dragons btw, i don't think they'd particularly care. (all three of the dragons are also wearing their respective armor set for convenience)

More on the dragons below the cut

FAROSH:

They are the tallest of the trio, (3.5m) and also bear the most resemblance to a Gerudo voe.

I have no way to describe his hair other than that it's Gotenks hair. Their hair conveniently sticks up like their horn.

Prefers one-handed weapons and shields.

He wakes up on the shores of Rassla Lake, heads to Tuft Mountain to get the lay of the land, and runs into Bolson.

Farosh: my name is Farosh.

Bolson: like the dragon?

Farosh: ??? of course???

I don't think anyone would immediately clock her as being The Thunder Dragon, just some weird Gerudo who chases off all the pirates.

They don't go to Gerudo Town because she gets mistaken for a voe by a stable attendant, and he misunderstands it as 'dragons aren't allowed'

NAYDRA:

They have the smallest stature, and besides the dragon features he also has a variety of malice scars (a la botw) and feathers (for flavor).

She also has the longest hair, like a waterfall, and white/light blue in color.

Prefers bows and wands/staves.

He initially patrols Mount Lanayru and slowly starts interacting with Kakariko, Hateno, and the Zora as a 'lone wolf monster exterminator'.

I think she would be the first one that Link & Zelda would learn about, and the least cooperative (they don't want to leave their territory.)

I think that their horns would look a bit different than the frostbite headdress, having three large separate spikes with smaller shards in between.

DINRAAL:

Poor Dinraal got their legs while they were in the Depths, and being unable to fly means that he's just kinda stuck down there-- not like she's complaining!

Dinraal is the most muscular of the dragons, and his skin has a rocky texture where it's not covered by scales. Their skin tone is also notably grayer than a normal Hylian.

His hair is very curly, in red/orange/yellow hues, and she keeps it tied back with a metal band.

Prefers two-handed weapons and hammers.

They are the one who finds the returned Ganondorf, who is stumbling through the Depths trying to avoid dying (he is bad at it, because he's lost most of his memories: Dinraal saves him.) She takes him under their metaphorical wing, and tries to teach him how to be the wielder of the triforce of power *without* becoming corrupted by Demise.

thank you for coming to my ted talk. if you want to write/draw anything from this, just tag me because i wanna see 🥺

#farosh #dinraal #naydra #light dragon #tears of the kingdom #tears of the kindom spoilers #tears of the kingdom au #totk #totk au #totk spoilers

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taybatwo2 · 1 month

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Lenore Loomington Doll Review Part 2 of 2

Let’s finally take a look at her dress (the post before this one looked at her accessories and in box photos)! Ugh, that belt thing just keeps getting in the way of everything and will NOT sit well on her torso.

Lets remove the offending piece to actually look at her dress…

Much better (I was so afraid of breaking her clip, I had her hanging from her neck for many of my photos). I love that the cut of the dress is WAY different to any other Monster High dolls I’ve seen, and I like the idea (I assume) behind it: looking at silhouettes of plants and animals on a night sky.

Buuuuut I feel like it could have been elevated a bit more for such an expensive doll. Give us some glow in the dark/sparkly dots acting as stars going up her skirt, finish her sleeves and dress train with some lace, oh, or maybe sew some “vine like” ribbon/fabric hanging off of the train or sleeves. Oh! And I feel like her short black lacy piece is kinda a second thought, I’d have made it longer in the back or give it a more ragged cut (so it’s not so reminiscent of a tutu or petticoat). I say this all, because both the color and the cut was honestly better executed by:

The one you got vs the one you ordered. Yeahhh, it very closely resembles Moonlight B.B’s dress (shirt/skirt), but feels like a poor rip off due too MGA’s looking a lot more tailored (and use of multiple fabrics) and a more expensive clothing piece. more review and doll comparisons under the cut:

Aaaand here it is off the doll:

The dress is not hemmed around the bottom of the dress or sleeves, but I don’t see them fraying any time soon. I like how thin and flow-y the fabric is it makes it look a bit ethereal. And oh? But what’s this?? A secret secondary dress/slip??

What a cute little surprise. It’s fully hemmed, has a little lace on the bottom, and has a bit of a stretch to it. Also, Lenora’s arms are wrapped in plastic to prevent staining.

Here it is off the doll. Be forewarned, I low key struggled redressing her. That larger dress didn’t want to nicely slide back over her smaller dress.

Let’s finally take a look at Lenore’s face.

My Lenore’s eyes are printed up a bit too high and her lipstick is both smudged and incorrectly filled in in the top left side. 😬 At least a little bit of acrylic paint can fix her lips….

Her glitter tears are really pretty and seem pretty well attached and her “ghost mask” is a lovely addition to her face (it’s a nice gradient).

It took me awhile to notice she has cute little pink eyelashes mixed in with her black ones.

Her side profile and lightly pointed ears (by the way, the back of her head is marked as 2023). I do wish her eyebrows were a bit darker and looked like Rochelle’s worried ones (@mistyxxart’s, on instagram, drawing of Lenore is what I WISH her eyebrows looked like).

This artwork is fangtastic and has given me so many fun ideas on how I want to upgrade my Lenore.

Lenore is pretty well covered now; let’s look at how she compares to come other ghouls (I apologize for many of these photos being a bit blown out - the lighting in my kitchen is kinda sucky).

The OG Spectra!!! Two very different ghostie ghouls. Monster High’s oldest vs MH’s newest. Spectra has clear body parts, no ghost mask, and colored sclera. She also has kanekalon hair vs Lenore’s saran. I think they stand on their own as pretty different characters honestly.

Let’s let a few more come across the veil.

So many ghosts!!! Ari, Ari, what are you looking at?!? Sweetie. Stop longingly staring at Spectra.

Okay, so they actually don’t seem to have very much in common with Lenore either. Ari has a milky/shimmery body (much more akin to the Haunted releases of ghosts) and Lenore has a shimmery body without looking like she has milky skin. Her shimmer has more of a blue tinge than the yellow tinge that Ari’s has.

The Create a Monster Ghost (I always forget how hard they went on her outfit: skulls amassed behind a fence with a blood-dripping belt; I love it when MH sneaks in stuff like that), has the ghost eye mask (I don’t like hers as much as Lenore’s) and uncolored sclera like Lenore, but her pupils are black - like Ari’s. Both CAM ghost and Spectra have clear limbs.

There is something these ghouls all share in common:

Mother of PINK! The Monster World must have very limited shoe material that ghosts can wear and it’s all in similar shades of pink and magenta.

I wonder how she compares to the Haunted dolls…? POOF!

Ask and you shall receive! Technically River is a grim reaper and Kiyomi is the daughter of a noppera-bō, so not just comparing “ghost ghosts,”but why not throw them in here too?? Porter, Vandala and Kiyomi all have very milky skin, Lenore’s plastic is very opaque in comparison with that pearl/shimmer finish.

~shimmer shimmer~ Porter has colored sclera like Spectra and Vandala doesn’t have black pupils, like Lenore. I wonder if there is a reason for some ghosts to have colored/regular sclera and pupils. Maybe it’s a ghost genetic trait like attached ear lobes….

River was wondering what all the hubbub was about in comparing them to this new ghost. Well, until I told River how much Lenore cost compared to them. River couldn’t say much, but just proudly showed off her clear limbs: “I cost less than a third of that and I have clear limbs!” ….I wonder how she’ll react when I tell her the ghoul that received her original head sculpt idea cost double Lenore’s price.

And POOF!

What a lovely menagerie of MH ghosts (pretend like my Symphanee got here quick enough to also be in the photos).

Perfect! Can’t even tell….

Oh! And Vandala brought her girlfriend Sirena along so I could compare Sirena’s skin tone to Lenore’s. Her skin glitter is not as fine as Lenore’s and she has a yellow tint to her skin….I wonder if Ari’s and Sirena’s is due to age.

Hand splat in face.

Before I wrap up, let’s compare Lenore to some MH dolls that look like the main ingredients they blended up to create Lenore.

Your progenitors!!! (my G1 Twyla has been de-glued with LA’s Totally Awesome, but her bangs are discolored and are waiting to be retrobrighted this summer). Hmmm, a dash Twyla’s skin color, a major helping of Vandala’s face mold and monster type, and an inspirational sprinkle of Amanita’s outfit and pieces.

I can see the comparisons with G1 Twyla (more in person than in a photo). Lenore’s skin has a purple hue from the pearly finish. Also, Lenore’s hair streaks are more baby blue than the minty green of Twyla’s hair color. They both have pink eyes, and wear dark colored clothing.

Now, Lenors and Amanita, look like they could have been in the same line (when I actually have Lenore fully dressed). Amanita believes that she would have still been the only deluxe, store exclusive of the line. “Maybe you could have been like the Big Lots or CVS exclusive to Gloom and Bloom.” Amanita! That is uncalled for! “You’re right, how about a K-Mart exclusive because they’re as dead as she is.” Lenore thinks this is one plant she doesn’t want in her garden.

They both have long wavy hair, flower shoe clips (but Amanita’s is sculpted to be a lot more three dimensional and it’s painted).

Both have extra make-up around the eyes, a hair decoration/accessory, and a thin, slightly see through dress covering a surprise mini dress (I still feel like Amanita’s has more detail, but that pleather portion will rot off someday).

Yeah, she is more than welcome to pose. I think that Amanita might have pulled off the look a bit better…. :/

And a face comparison!

Similar, but Amanita’s/CAM Vampire Girl’s head sculpt is not the same.

Avast ye!! We might have a match! Vandala’s face does look closely the same (I should have taken out Vandala’s earring for all of these photos)…

Hmmm…..

Hmmmmmmm…..

HMMMM, Lenore’s ear looks a little bit more defined (when I don’t have the light GLARING right ONTO it).

Man, Vandala, I need to de-glue your head whenever I get more LA’s Totally Awesome in. You are a grease ball!

Well, Lenore might have used Vandala’s head sculpt base, but they went in and refined some parts…like her chin being a bit blunter, her nose and ears being a bit more defined, her lips might be a bit bigger (or they were just over painted).

Whelp anyways….Lenore…Lenore….I am glad I bought her, as she has some cute surprises, a lovely face, soft hair, but she’s very overpriced from the get-go and would have (in my opinion) not gotten such backlash had she been released to stores and Mattel creations as a 40-55 dollar G1 release and if she had not been SO HYPED UP!!

What are your thoughts? Would you buy her? What would you change?? Do you think Mattel has a huge wheel in their board room to spin and assign value to their dolls? Should I double check pictures to make sure they turned out alright before I put all my dolls away?? (Yes, yes I should).

#monster high #aleta’s toys #doll collecting #monster high doll #dollbr #monster high dolls #doll collector #lenore loomington #monster high skullector #monster high g1 #doll review

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Girl From The Belly Ch 1

New story alert! I'm super excited to introduce these characters and their stories to you guys, and I hope you like it! there are lots of plans for this world and where it's going! You can expect chapter 2 tomorrow!

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The clang and clashing of swords filled the air.

It was a beautiful thing to witness. The two men swished and swashed their blades at each other with the poise and grace of a swan. Their masks hiding their undoubtedly sweaty faces from view. The men paused for a moment, taking a break from their battle no doubt. The taller one of the two removed his mask, shaking out his rich dark brown hair which was damp from sweat. The man was incredibly handsome – with a chiseled, strong jawline, and kind – watery blue eyes that anyone could get lost in. His sweaty face was slightly pink with the healthy glow of exercise. The man was of course, Crown Prince Cassian of Feywen who was finishing up his fencing lesson – and had no idea that he was being watched. High up on the wall, almost meeting the ceiling, was a tiny circular opening – a window. Staring out that window, watching the prince with a gaze so intense with admiration and infatuation was Adalina.

She was a borrower. At her height of 5 inches, she was a petite, spritely-looking girl of 19 with a face that was perpetually pink and freckled with the glow of youth and brightness. Her long, hazelnut colored hair was as always, unbrushed and almost wild with fly aways that framed her face, giving her the appearance of constant good humor and friendliness. Her sweet hazel eyes stared out the window at the prince with such vigor, watching him closely as he moved. How does one appear so graceful, yet so masculine and strong? So noble, so heroic, so –

“Lina!”

Adalina shouted in surprise and smacked her head on the dingy and low ceiling in her attempt to stand up. She was shocked to see her older sister, Eunice, standing before her with her arms crossed in disapproval. She was quite different in appearance from her sister, with a skinny build and fair skin which contrasted with her rich chestnut brown hair and equally dark eyes that contained quite an air of wisdom and a little bit of self-importance, in Lina's opinion.

“Just what in the world are you doing up here?” she asked crossing her arms, “how did you even find this passageway?

“M-Mrs. Acorn told me about it,” Lina explained guiltily.

“Of course she did," Eunice sighed exasperatedly, "how would she even know about it though? What purpose could a passageway with a window overlooking the fencing room even serve?”

The sound of clashing swords echoed around said fencing room, the soundwaves were carried up to the little spot in the wall which afforded the view.

Eunice went quiet listening, before marching over to the window her younger sister was just peeking out of – bending low so as not hit her head on the low ceiling. She took one look out the window, at the two men fencing below and let out another very, very disappointed sigh.

“Watching the prince again?” Eunice said to her sister in a stern tone, “you know what? I don’t have time to get into it with you again. Mama was looking for you, she needs help with the laundry.”

Lina slouched her shoulders, letting out a pout of air and deflating like a child who was told it was bedtime. Her hazel eyes pleaded with her sister’s begging her not to take her home, but Eunice was having none of it.

“Come on,” she said – grabbing Lina’s arm and dragging her away from the window, away from the prince, and back home to The Belly.

Down the long rickety staircase they went, traversing through the cramped and claustrophobic passageway. Eunice pulled her younger sister along as the hall twisted and turned before them. There was a small hole at the end of the hallway, which opened up into a larger, more traveled passageway. Making a right turn, they proceeded further. Lina had shaken off Eunice’s grip at this point, thinking dejectedly about all the chores they would have to do upon arriving home. Her mother was a wonderful woman, but she could sure put her girls to work.

They passed a few other borrowers and some watchmen on patrol; Lina knew with a sinking heart that they were very close. Watchmen were like the palace guards of The Belly, they traversed the hundreds of tunnels and passageways closest to home every day, checking to make sure no unwelcome guests such as mice, rats, roaches and spiders have made a home in them.

At Last, they made it to the largest and most traveled tunnel, which led straight into the heart of The Belly. To put it short, The Belly was home. It had been home as long as Lina could remember. It was a large colony of borrowers, the population of which had just recently hit 300 – situated perfectly underneath the kitchens and storerooms of Silvenia Palace. As the girls made their way through the large front gates, they were waved at and greeted by neighbors, friends, and acquaintances. If you looked up to the sky – or the ceiling, there were thousands of twinkling lights bestowing their glow upon the town and giving it light. There were houses that were stacked on top of each other, with small wooden doorframes that you had to stoop to enter, alive with the activities of families. mothers carrying large clay pots to their nearest waterpump, children laughing and racing each other up and down the rickety wooden staircases, fathers carrying bags full of tools and wares to the market to trade for goods. The Belly was a bustling place to live, indeed.

Eunice and Lina ascended a small staircase up to their family home. It was a quaint-looking house, Lina often imagined that if you were to attach a handle, a lid, and a spout, you could turn it into a teapot. There were other rooms and additions made to the house over the years of her family living there, giving it a very mismatched look. As the girls neared the circular front door, their mother, Mrs. Brook, burst forth in a frenzy. She was a sweet and friendly-looking woman in her mid-fifties with warm hazel eyes, light freckles, and smile lines. She was someone you could easily trust.

“Girls!” she exclaimed, “there you are! Come on, I just started the laundry.”

Their mother did what she did best, she put her girls to work. They handwashed, wrung, and hung up all the laundry to dry. They darned socks, shirts, and pants. They fetched water from the pump. They swept all the floors, washed all the pots and pans, dusted all the shelves, polished their father’s boots, and finally were able to rest after setting the table for dinner.

Lina and Eunice sat on the front steps of their home, absolutely exhausted, Lina leaned against the railing, barely able to keep her eyes open while her sister drank from a small cannister of water, keeping her eyes peeled for their father, Mr. Brook, and Idris.

Idris, the oldest child, a member of the watchmen, the pride and joy of his parents, would be coming home with his father after a long day of keeping The Belly safe. No wonder Mrs. Brook wanted to get all the chores done in one day. Watchmen – due to the distances they must cover on their patrols daily, can only come home once every two to three days or so, staying for a short time, and leaving again to patrol the vast network of tunnels. It was a tough, dangerous, and prestigious position. If your family had watchmen members, you were automatically a cut above the rest. You were respected and regarded as a family with a strong bloodline.

Of course, to be a watchman you had to first be a man, much to Lina’s annoyance. There was a time in her early childhood where she would’ve given anything to become a member. But her dreams were dashed, never in the history of The Belly had there been a female watchman. It was simply impossible, unheard of, ridiculous, ludicrous, and utterly idiotic according to literally everybody she knew and had spoken to on the matter. Lina hoped that one day, people would be more open to the idea, but until then, she was stuck at home doing menial chores and learning how to sew.

Emerging from a skinny alleyway in front of their home, Lina spotted her father and Idris approaching. Her father, a middle-aged man with a mane of grey hair and an equally untamed beard, had a face marked with smile lines from greeting customers and raising his children happily, a tall but worn-down stature, and a countenance of humility and kindness. His oldest son walked beside him in his green, well-fitted watchmen uniform, he carried both his backpack and his father’s sack which was very heavy, full of handmade wooden knick-knacks and tools. Idris was taller than his father, and had a well-built, athletic build, carrying his and his father’s stuff easily. He had a tentative beard coming in which would no doubt be shaved before he had to leave next, wavy brown hair, which was kept controlled underneath his green hat, thick eyebrows that drew his face into a near permanent scowl, and piercing dark eyes which always seemed to scrutinize and find faults in others at lightning speed.

Lina and Eunice both bowed their heads slightly in greeting before getting up to lead them inside. The scent of warm potato soup and cheesy bread wafted through the cracked open door, spurring Lina’s stomach into a frenzy. It was finally time to eat.

Cassian was utterly entranced.

His hands moved fluidly and gracefully along the grand pianoforte; this piece was his absolute favorite. The music floated into his ears and echoed throughout the music room, filling it with its sweet melody. His hands moved with a flourish. Muscle-memory and pure skill prevented him from missing a single note. His eyes were closed, his body swayed with the movement of the piece, feeling it with everything he had. Nothing could break the utter bliss of this moment, nothing could break–

“Pardon me your highness.”

Cassian slammed down on the keys. The horrid sound cut through the peace like a knife. He spun around on the bench to face Mr. Cutlet, the butler, with annoyance written all over his face.

“What have I said about interrupting me while I play?”

“My sincere apologies your highness,” Mr. Cutlet bowed, “I have merely come to inform you of his majesty’s insistence on you eating dinner with him.”

The prince’s lip curled in distaste.

“The engagement ball will be the only subject discussed, no doubt,” Cassian replied bitterly.

For months now, his father, King Edmund, had been planning and arranging a match between him and the duchess of Avila. They’d both been paraded around each other’s families, forced to speak to one another in disgustingly dull conversations, and now there was to be a ball planned in celebration of their engagement. Cassian could not be more disinterested, he was not happy to be forced to marry a woman whom he had nothing in common with, and even more disinterested in being once again, paraded in front of the entire kingdom.

“His majesty will not take no for an answer.”

The prince sighed deeply, “It seems I will have to appease him.”

“I shall have a place prepared then,” Mr. Cutlet said before bowing once more and leaving the room. Leaving Cassian to anticipate a dull and aggravating evening dinner.

#g/t writing #g/t #sfw g/t #the borrowers #giant/tiny #oc: lina #oc: cassian #oc: eunice #oc: idris #g/t community #borrowers #size difference #g/t fluff #Giant/Tiny #g/t original story

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Official cast interviews for Blue Beetle (2023) from DC Nation

Found these interviews in the back of Ravager: Knight Terrors and Robin: Knight Terrors. They seem to be inserted in Aug publications at random? If anyone finds Bruna Marquezine's interview please drop them and @ me

Update: The above interviews are now transcribed below:

Interview with Xolo Maridueña:

What can you share about the origin story of Jaime Reyes—and his alter ego, Blue Beetle?

Jaime is someone who's coming back to his hometown from college. One day he comes across this scarab that grants him powers beyond belief. At first, he's reluctant to become a hero, but ultimately he'll decide to accept his fate—whether he feels worthy or not!

Like most comic book films, there are tons of origin stories to pull from. I think our movie amalgamates some of Jaime's best stories in comics over the years.

How does this scarab give Jaime his powers?

The scarab, Khaji Da, is a sentient alien life-form on a mission across the universe to detect technological advancements. The scarab just so happens to attach itself to Jaime and he's granted incredible powers.

The powers are more a question of what can't he do? He can fly, punch things super hard, make his hands turn into different weapons. He's kind of just the best superhero out there...if I do say so myself.

Who is the villain of the movie, Victoria Kord?

Victoria Kord is played by Susan Sarandon in the film. Victoria is truly a billionaire mogul with her eyes on the prize. However, she has a bit of a chip on her shoulder because there was a disagreement on who should head up Kord Industries. Susan Sarandon is such an amazing actress and as much as Victoria Kord has a bad side, she's also very charming.

What makes this superhero film unique?

This film really is gonna tap into that familiar family feeling that is irreplaceable. You're gonna meet Jaime's family and say, maybe I don't look like them, maybe our parents don't come from the same place, but I know this type of love and what this relationship feels like. I hope it will make a lot of people realize you don't have to do everything alone.

All the moments that led up to Jaime encountering the scarab were because of the foundation that his family was able to build on.

Interview with George Lopez:

What can you tell us about Rudy, your character in the film?

On my last trip to Atlanta, I was in a car and I looked out the window and there was a guy working for the city with about a 10-inch goatee, glasses, long hair, and a city orange vest that had no sleeves, and I thought, man, that's me. I like the idea that we're so quick to judge somebody by the way they look, and Rudy is a bit of a contradiction from the way that he looks.

Why do you think the scarab chose Jaime Reyes as its host?

I think it chose Jaime because it knew that he's a good guy. The scarab chose somebody who would use their powers for good. If you go back into the bug lair and you see Ted Kord's previous Blue Beetle uniforms it was from a guy that had money, was a little bit eccentric, and would create these outfits for himself...but he couldn't fly anywhere.

What can fans expect from Blue Beetle's costume?

You've seen nothing until you've seen the Blue Beetle costume deploy and the pincers retract! It's amazing to see him fly and fight. He operates in a dark blue and black costume, similar to charcoal, which may be the coolest colors of all time. It feels more like a skin than an actual costume. I've seen a lot of bugs in my day, but I've never seen one that looks like that.

How is being a part of Blue Beetle meaningful to you?

As an actor, I've been fortunate enough to have done stand-up for a long time, had my own show named after me, and a number of other incredible things in my career. However, I would have hated to not be involved in this project. If I wasn't cast in this movie it would've been heartbreaking in a sense, but I'm honored to be a part of it. To know that you're specifically chosen to be in this great project, and give life to a guy like Rudy, is beyond an honor.

#blue beetle #blue beetle 2023 #xolo maridueña #george lopez #jaime reyes #rudy reyes #dc trivia #you can see how much comic lore Xolo has studied vs Lopez just based on their responses lol #still rooting for secret Reach sleeper agent Khaji in sequel / future adaptations #long post #I'm so sorry but the read more cut ain't working on mobile; everytime i try to add it it messed with my photoset format

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Donut Hole

Chapter 10 - Sad Machine

And though I know, since you've awakened her again She depends on you, she depends on you She'll go alone, and never speak of this again We depend on you, we depend... I'll depend on you

[Amazingly. I have to say this; but minor Scarlet and Violet spoilers in the form of a Gen 9 Pokemon (kinda). Also minor violence!]

[ao3 link here!]

Barry woke up and immediately knew something was wrong.

All of his pokemon were awake and in the little nook, including Fern, who had been sleeping outside last he checked. All of them were awake, and completely, perfectly still. Scared stiff, as it were, their eyes wide and anxious.

Second, the air was…different. Tense, thick with static electricity. It felt as if a foggy thunderstorm had rolled in while he slept.

He tried stretching in the confined space with a murkrow on his chest, a piplup on his shoulder, and a burmy and kirlia filling up any of the remaining gaps. “Guys, c’mon. A little elbow room? Please?”

Moving Mystery off of his chest, Barry started for the exit to see what was going on outside, but Fern sat right in his way. The kirlia shook its head, tapping its paws together in a clear act of anxiety.

“C’mon Fern, let me out! I wanna see out there!” He tried to peer around the pokemon, seeing that it looked very dark outside, with flickerings of multicolored light. Was it still nighttime? Barry did feel tired, but he was always tired.

Fern shook its head.

“Pleeease? I just wanna take a look! I’ll be careful!”

Still tapping its paws together, Fern considered this. Then it carefully moved out of the way for him to move past.

Stepping out of the hollow, Barry felt the electricity crackling around his hair and skin, sparking at his feet. Looking up, it appeared as if a giant dome had settled over them; the sky was dark and swirling with energy, but with clear boundaries.

“Woah.”

The poketch on his wrist buzzed. Looking at it, all of the lightning surrounding them had given it a bit of power, but it was still clearly busted beyond repair. It garbed nothing but static, refused to switch apps, and the screen was nothing but colored lines.

“Well, there goes that idea. Let’s take a look around-”

All of his pokemon swarmed him, desperately trying to tug and pull him back to the safety of the hollow. “Guys! Guys! C’mon! I know it looks scary out here, but it seems fine!”

They’ve probably never seen something like this before, Bary reasoned. (Neither had he, but he was ignoring that part).

“Maybe there’s cool stuff here! Let’s go look!”

He began to explore inside the dark sphere, his pokemon hesitantly following behind him. “See? Nothing bad is happening! It must be a weird weather fenom…feninime …fonomone-”

Barry could’ve gone on his tangent of mispronouncing ‘phenomenon’ for quite a bit longer, but an object falling from the sky interrupted his thoughts.

It was a blue stone, roughly larger than his palm. It glittered, even in the low light. No matter how Barry turned it in his hands, he could see a star-shaped pattern inside.

“It’s…” he hesitated with the name for reasons unbeknownst to him, “It’s a Dawn Stone.”

It was an evolutionary stone, but a very rare one. He took a moment to try and remember what pokemon evolved from it. All around him, more objects fell from the sky - nuggets of gold and pearls, more stones, a pokedoll, a magmarizer, and a lot of shards.

Barry was lost in his thoughts to notice. Behind him, his pokemon scrambled to dodge the falling objects.

Finally, something pinged in his mind.

Spinning around, he slapped the dawn stone into Fern’s paws. “Alright! Evolve into a Gallade, please!”

Fern squeaked in surprise, looking at the blue stone in its paws. Baffled, it looked back up at him with wide eyes - wanting to make the boy happy but not knowing how.

It tapped the stone several times, clearly unsure of what to do.

Barry frowned, scratching at his head. “...maybe I’m doing something wrong here.”

He stood, kicking a blue shard with his foot. “Yeesh, this place is a dump! Where did all this stuff come from? Oh, oh, is that gold?? OK, let's grab some of this and then we can go!"

Eagerly beginning to pick up some of the more valuable items, Barry didn't notice the electricity in the air growing stronger, top of the dome crackling with energy.

The sky split open with a horrendous screech. White lightning screamed above them.

All four of his pokemon forced Barry into a patch of tall grass to hide. “W-What’s going on?!” He tried to whisper, before being shushed.

A dusknoir silently floated above them, several dusclops following behind. Barry felt the air grow colder as the ghosts passed by.

Was this a type of Mass Outbreak? A swarm? Barry wished he had listened to Lucas better about them, he had no clue what to do in this situation. Hiding seemed to be the best bet, though, so Barry and his pokemon hunkered down.

Maybe they could wait this out.

Or maybe, instead, a nearby magmar could push aside the tall grass with its large tail purely on accident, revealing the boy’s hiding space.

Magmar stared at him. Barry stared back.

Instinctively, he went to grab one of his pokemon. He was hoping for Jen, but instead he grabbed Pest. Holding the bug out like a can of pepper spray, he shouted, “PEST, KILL!”

Pest let out a ferocious war cry, then spit silk all over the magmar’s face.

The magmar was clearly not impressed, glowering at the boy and his pokemon. Barry tucked Pest safely back into his coat. “Alright let’s try that again - Jen! Bubble Beam! Let’s get going!”

Jen was more than eager to get fighting, sending a stream of bubbles at the opposing fire-type. “Yeah! That’s the ticket!”

The magmar recoiled from the attack, but quickly recovered. Typing was important, but this magmar was clearly stronger. It took a deep breath-

“DODGE! DODGE!” He shouted, scooping up Fern and Mystery and ducking out of the way. Jen darted just before the magmar released its flamethrower attack.

“Another bubble beam, while it’s recovering from Flamethrower!”

Jen complied, aiming for the magmar’s sides and back. The magmar hissed and spit, trying to shield itself from the torrent of bubbles.

“You got ‘em on the ropes! Hit them with everything you got!”

With a shrill squawk, Jen sent out a water pulse. It hit the magmar square on, the large fire-bird falling to the ground with a rumbling CRASH.

Defeated. Winner, Jen!

“Yeah! YEAH! That was amazing!” Barry praised, reaching over to give Jen a pat on the head.

Before he could give Jen the praise it deserved, it began to glow.

Barry gave the penguin a wide berth for evolution, watching in complete joy as his little piplup grew. Its form shifted, stretching, growing taller. Flippers growing stronger, more sturdy for physical attacks. Starting to form a respectable crest.

His poketech buzzed to life. Kinda. It began garbling a pokedex entry;

Pri-plup: The P---uin Poke-on. Abili--: Torr-nt. With a --ight of 2 feet and a w--ght of 5-.7bs, the-e are 7 -ales for e---y female. It li-s alone, a-ay from --hers. A-par--tly, ever- one of t-em believ-s it is the m--t import---. Its -ings de---er wi-ked b-ows that sn-p even the t-ic--st -- trees. It se--ches for pr-y in ic- seas.

He gave Jen a hug, ignoring the embarrassed peeps. (Prinplups were horribly self-entitled, but he hoped that enough socializing could nip that behavior in the bud.)

“I knew you could do it, buddy! Look at you!”

Setting Jen down, he turned to the magmar and began rummaging in his bag for a pokeball. “And now let’s get you, new buddy-”

The magmar vanished in a blink of an eye, swallowed up by purple lightning.

“...oh.” Barry put the pokeball back in his bag. “OK. That’s kinda rude. Didn’t have to leave like that-”

In its place appeared a massive Rampardos, sporting the glowing red eyes that Barry was beginning to loathe.

Immediately, Barry wondered how this thing was alive. Rampardos could only be resurrected from fossils, they were supposed to be extinct. And yet, here it was, slowly turning its head to stare down at them.

“We can handle this! Jen! Let’s get another-”

The rampardos didn’t let him finish. Swinging its tail like a club, slamming into both boy and bird. It knocked the wind right out of Barry’s lungs, sending him sprawling onto the unforgiving ground, and poor Jen flew right into one of the cliff walls with a horrible CRUNCH.

With a strangled gasp, Barry reached into his bag for Jen’s pokeball, recalling it. The last thing he wanted for his newly evolved Pokemon to take any more damage.

Pokemon were always a bit fragile after just evolving. Their new bodies weren’t quite ready for physical damage yet, like a dratini after a fresh molt. He should’ve recalled Jen immediately, not try to pick another fight. Stupid, stupid, stupid .

The rampardos bellowed, rattling deep into Barry’s bones. “Y-You can do whatever you want to me!” he said, painstakingly standing back up. “But you’re not gonna hurt my friends-”

Another slam of the rampardos’ tail sent him skidding back to the dirt. He felt his head hit the ground, and he saw a flash of white and black dots.

That was a concussion, definitely. And damn, it hurt too. It felt like his world was spinning, even though he was fairly certain he had stopped moving.

Fern and Mystery tried to tug him back to his feet as the living fossil stomped closer. “N-No, guuyss-” Barry slurred. “‘M trying to protect youu, get outta here!”

Mystery immediately took Barry’s advice, flying just far enough to be out of range of the rampardos’ attacks. “‘M not running away anymore!” Barry shouted as he stood, glaring right back at the giant dinosaur. “You’re not even TRYING to kill me, you big!...Dumb!...Stupid-face!”

(If he was thinking a bit more clearly, Barry might’ve realized that the rampardos was toying with him more than anything.)

“Go, Fern! Please!” he said, looking into the kirlia’s eyes. “It’s my job as your friend to protect you! Because that’s what friends do. I’m not going to lose any more friends!”

Tears began to well in Fern’s eyes. It reached to hold Barry’s hands.

“It’ll be OK.” said Barry.

The rampardos lowered itself, claws scraping into the dirt as it prepared to charge.

“It’ll be OK.”

The rampardos bellowed as it began sprinting for them. It tore up the packed, rocky ground as it ran for them.

“It’ll be OK. I promise.”

Holding onto Barry’s finger with one paw, and holding the dawn stone in the other, Fern began to glow.

Fern’s body flickered and shuddered, limbs stretching, jumping too far, then snapping back into place. Like a broken gif, looped in unnatural ways. “Fern!? FERN!?”

He didn’t care that the rampardos was still coming for them. He didn’t care about anything else right now - he needed Fern to be OK.

But Fern still held on tight to Barry’s hand. Even as its paws grew and changed, its grip held firm.

Barry could see a head horn forming, along with the long blades on its arms indicative of a Gallade - but he could see the flowing skirt grow longer, into almost the dress of a Gardevoir.

“Fern?! Don’t hurt yourself! Please!”

The rampardos was right on top of them now. Even if he wanted to, Barry couldn’t move. It was roaring now, shaking Barry’s very soul-

Mere inches away from headbutting Barry into a fine red mist, something too fast to see slammed into the rampardos’ thick skull, sending it careening off into a rock pillar. It smashed right through it, falling into a pile of boulders.

Barry slowly turned to Fern.

Fern stood tall, shaking off the lingering energy of evolution. It wasn’t a Gardevoir, sporting a blue head crest and bladed arms. But it wasn’t a Gallade either, sporting a dress and longer ‘hair’. But there were other things that neither evolution had that Fern did - such as its bladed arms being a pinker color, and its belly being black.

Its fist was clenched, and Barry realized it must have been Fern punching the Rampardos in the face moments earlier.

“Fern? Buddy?” he whispered. “Are…are you OK?”

Fern turned to Barry, giving the boy the smallest of smiles. It unclenched its fist, carefully patting him on the head - not unsimilar to what Barry would do when Fern was a ralts.

Then, Fern’s gaze snapped back to the rampardos as it stumbled out of the rubble. It shrieked at the two of them, already preparing another charge.

Fern finally let go of Barry’s hand, striding over to the dinosaur. Barry’s poketch buzzed.

ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR - True -o its honorable-warrior image, it u-es the blades on its elbows protect --s Trainer even at the risk of its own life seeks out those in ne-d and aids Tra-ner it has bonded c-osely with cut down any-ne confront--g it without hesitat-on protect trainer protect trainer protect trainer protect Barry-

It stood in front of the rampardos, glancing over its shoulder. Waiting.

Barry understood completely.

“ALRIGHT FERN!” he shouted, finally feeling like he was in his element. “LET’S SEND THIS CLOWN BACK TO THE STONE AGE! Let’s go with a close combat! Before it gets a charge in!"

Fern didn’t hesitate a moment.

It sprinted forward, rearing back to uppercut the rampardos before it could get in a double-edge. With how slow it was, rampardos didn’t stand a chance. Fern barraged the opponent with punches, moving far too fast for the rampardos to even try and retaliate.

“Let’s go with confusion now!”

Fern stopped. Luckily, the rampardos was too stunned from the previous attack to do anything. Fern looked back at Barry, clearly confused and a little panicked.

What, did it forget confusion when it evolved? Was it not a psychic-type anymore? “O-OK! Let’s go with a final close combat! Let’s end this!”

With a final blow - an uppercut directly under the rampardos’ head, Fern sent the dinosaur crashing back into the rocks. And while it shuddered and twitched, this time, it didn’t get back up.

Before Barry could properly praise his pokemon, the black dome that had covered them at the beginning began to shake. Lightning cracked and the air seemed to scream in his ears.

And then, just like that, it was gone. His poketech shut back off, the sky was a brilliant blue, the darkness was gone.

The rampardos too, disappeared with the black dome.

“...that was. Really weird.” he muttered, feeling a headache coming on.

Mystery flew back from wherever it had hidden, chirping as if nothing had happened. Barry, a tad annoyed that his murkrow had ditched him, recalled Mystery back to its ball.

He slowly approached Fern. “Buddy…I have no idea what you are.” he said honestly. “BUT YOU LOOK SO COOL!”

A Gallade? Or a Gardevoir? Barry wasn’t sure. Barry also didn’t care. If Fern was safe and fine with it, then he was fine with it too. “Maybe you’re like uh! Regional variant! An alternate universe kirlia evolution! I think I get naming rights! Maybe even a finders fee!"

Fern hummed alongside him, happy that Barry seemed happy, but not quite understanding why.

Barry circled around Fern, taking note of the petal-like formation of the dress. The longer hair with pink ends. The difference in coloration. The horn shapes. All were just slightly off from normal.

"Let's call you….Galiant! Because it starts with a G-A like Gardevoir and Gallade and a mix of Valiant! They should pay me to make more names, heh!"

Fern the ‘Galiant’ chirped at that, again patting Barry on the head. “H-Hey! Just because you’re taller than me doesn’t mean you get to tease me about it!”

He tried to brush the affection away, Fern chuckling as he tried. It had black paws now, and it kept trying to poke and prod at him.

“Yeah, yeah, c’mon bud, let’s get serious for a second. We gotta get back on the road. We gotta find Cyrus, so we can punch his stupid blank face in!”

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[Surpriiiiiseee! Fern's a girl! :) and also technically an Iron Valiant. But not Iron! (Galiant name came from tumblr user @/hezuart!)] New Team: