#now you might look after warmth in someone else's embrace

[behindthecodes]

Concept art of The Forgotten Valley

#remember that stuffed toy you got on christmas #the one you took everywhere #the one you trusted your deepest secrets #your best friend #nowadays its found all worn out #old and abandoned #left somewhere inside the wardrobe or in some other kid's hands #and as you grow up you slowly begin to forget #how soft and warm it was to hug it #now you might look after warmth in someone else's embrace #or in a hot cup of coffee or in your favorite meal or in your favorite object #or perhaps #you've been wandering the past for too long #seeking comfort in these bittersweet memories #but it's never enough is it? #come and sit with me a while #leave the demon to his demons #rest your own soul #there's nothing else

[satvruu]

ೀ how they hug you

rewritten and reposted of my hc set from my old blog @/star-puff! thank you to all my old dedications as well as my new ones @kurooppi @wyllsravengard for making my return to this fandom possible <3

feedback is very appreciated!

ft. yuuji, megumi, gojo, getou, nanami

itadori yuuji embraces you warmly, fondly, sunlight streaming through the window and scattering over your bare skin. it's someplace safe and comforting, enveloped in his arms like he's taken it upon himself to protect you from everything horrible in the world; he is your knight, he is your shield, your safe haven to escape to, no matter how many wounds he will endure in the process. ("yuuji," you whisper, a hand coming up to rest gently on his arm. he bleeds desperation. "i'm okay, i promise." yuuji squeezes you tighter, trembling, and you wonder what you can do to make it true for him, too.) he holds you for far too long for it to be anything casual, but you can't really complain about it anyway—it's better this than to witness the alternative. after all, what is the sun without a place to hold its warmth; what becomes of a hero when they fail to protect the things that matter most?

fushigurou megumi comes to you slow, steady, a ripple of water in the pond. you coax him out gently, holding your arms out before wrapping them around him. his breath hitches (always, no matter how many times he tries to hide it) and his body stiffens, arms frozen at his sides. but slowly, surely, your head buried in his chest, megumi's arms begin to wrap around you in a manner you can only describe as tender—as if you could break if he held onto you too tight. (truthfully, megumi thinks he's just afraid. the jujutsu world is a dangerous one, after all, even to those who only know of it by name. megumi has lost too many people, and you're the one person he can't afford to lose.) he flinches at the thought, pulling away. you draw yourself closer in him, instead. moonlight behind the clouds, you'd gladly hold onto this night forever if it meant megumi was by your side.

gojo satoru is known as many things—a child prodigy, the strongest, a boy-god making his presence known on the lowly earth, but to you, he is simply just obnoxious. satoru makes it a spectacle each time he sees you: hollering, gallivanting, draping himself over you with his long limbs and impossible-to-miss frame. you huff and complain and uselessly try to drag yourself away from him each time, but satoru hooks onto you and refuses to let you go, nuzzling his face into yours. (they're mine, the action screams, a blaring warning to anyone unfortunate enough to get caught in the collateral. you've been too caught up in your irritation of him to notice this, of course, and you're certainly not someone who would take the explicit meaning of it kindly, but satoru finds that he doesn't really care. not when he has more important things to attend to.) gojo satoru is many things, but the one thing he absolutely isn't is someone who can share.

getou suguru smells of sandalwood incense, a musky amber you think you could identify blind. sometimes, you think you remember a different suguru, a kinder suguru, one that had easier things to worry about, a brighter look in his eyes, an easier weight to his gait. if you think back far enough, you suppose it might have been because he had somebody else by his side to keep it that way, a brighter light shining next to him to keep the darkness at bay. (but that was a long time ago. now, suguru is the one left to be lit by the fire, stuck in the ashes of his own kin for a future little understand. you're not sure who is to blame for that anymore.) you're not the light that can save him—no one can be, not anymore. when suguru reaches out to you, rare vulnerability bubbling over in a way you can only describe as drowning—as crumbling—the only thing you can do is curl yourself next to him in the incense burner, smearing yourself in the ash.

nanami kento thinks you need this, especially after a long, hard day. the melting comes slow: his hands on your back, gentle pats and quiet whispers of comfort as he rests his chin on your head. and then comes everything else. his hands slot perfectly into the dip of your back, the small of your waist, thumbs rubbing small circles over the fabric of your clothes, and in the eyes of no one but yourselves, the two of you begin to sway back and forth to a quiet melody nanami begins to hum. you cling onto the fabric of his shirt, trying to memorie the smell of his cologne, the rumble of his voice, the warmth of his arms. (it's too much, to have a memory of a future that will inevitably happen. you almost want to cry. don't go, you want to say, a lump in your throat, wishing for the impossible. don't go.) and still, selfish as you are, nanami hugs you like you're slow dancing in the dark.

#jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #getou x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #yuuji x reader #yuji x reader

[kangen-wanshi]

How Do You Love? ft. Gepard Landau, Sampo Koski

General relationship headcanon.

Tags: separate, mostly fluff but there are some suggestive things mentioned in Sampo's

A/N: I have like 4 people asking for this I hope I did this right

With All Of His Heart: Gepard Landau

Gepard is a soft, gentle lover. He enjoys walks, quick kisses in public, and holding your hand whenever you��re within his proximity. But he’s also fierce and passionate. As a Landau his commitment to a relationship goes far and beyond - and that is a promise he gave you when he first took hold of your hand.

When it comes to work, unfortunately, Gepard will prioritize his duty over you. He will prioritize a call from the Supreme Guardian over your dates, apologizing profusely while peppering your face with regretful kisses or paragraphs of apology, before he went off to finish his duty. As his lover, he hoped that you would be patient with him. He loves you, truly, but in a world like Jarilo-VI and in a city like Belobog, if he were to fall, the fate of the entire population on the planet would be doomed as well.

Although if it’s something more casual like perhaps a call from his subordinate - he can slack off a little and pass on the duty to someone else capable like perhaps Dunn, or even his sister if he’s in a pinch. He values his job, yes, but he still loves you, so any minor work that comes outside of his schedule or responsibility will go to someone else.

That being said, when he makes up for all the times lost due to his deployment in the Frontline, Gepard pays extra attention to your dates and your meet-ups, as well as behind closed doors. He holds you more often, his grip lingers and leaves a trail of comforting warmth against Belobog’s eternal coldness, he clings to you more. His most common action is having his arms around you from the back or the front and burying his head onto the crook of your neck.

Gepard honors his duty to protect the people, but.. He doesn’t mind indulging in your protection every now and then. At the start of your relationship he won’t say that he likes being held by you, but further into it, he will be shameless in asking for you to hold him in private. He likes putting his head close to your chest, hearing your heartbeat, having you hold him so close, caressing him so carefully, in fear that he might break any second. He enjoy your gentle loving, and your warm, protective embrace around him.

Little gifts and dates are obvious! Since the Overworld and the Underworld don't really have much ‘trinkets’, next to freshly grown flowers, most of his gifts to you are handmade (with the help of his sister). Hair clips, gloves, scarf, or even jackets, his gifts are often something that you can wear. He doesn’t admit to it, and no one really takes notice, but Gepard seems to really enjoy the idea of his gifts being somewhat of use to you even if he's away. Distance, can't really keep him away from you if he knows that you'll always have yourself wrapped with gifts sewn by his own hands.

With All Sense Of Belonging: Sampo Koski

Ah Sampo Koski, local troublemaker, shady businessman, what else.. Oh, and a flirt. Fortunately, despite his irresistible charm and overwhelming presence, Sampo doesn’t really flirt much. He persuades people, yes, but he rarely uses flirtation or other people’s feelings to get what he wants. So when he flirts with you, you know he already has his eyes on you deep.

Though it’s easy to suspect his motive, but based on his own version of Preservation, his intention finally got through to you after many, many, many unfortunate attempts on your side of ignoring his charm and smile, as well as his for almost being caught several times by Gepard in suspicion of harassing you. All in all, good for you! You’ve landed a fortunate hit dating him now!

Sampo doesn’t look like it but he’s an easily jealous man. He trusts you wholeheartedly, yes, he just doesn't trust whoever it is that dares to approach you with further intent. A hand that was placed on your lower back now sneaked to pull you closer by your waist, and his ever easygoing smile switched to something more.. Threatening, as Threatening as he could make it.

Talk about threatening, it's uncommon for his 'rivals' to attempt to use you to throw him off of his game. Telling him the various bad things they may do to you should he try to further be a pain in their business. Sampo has no worries, of course. Sure it boils his blood that they even dare to think of using you to get to him - but he has his ways. Whether he has to use his own weapon to draw the necessary conclusions, or should he call for a favor from the Trailblazer, either way, for you, he's willing to do anything. 

He likes taking you on various walks! Sampo is a very adventurous individual, how else would he be able to tread the mazes that are the Underground and the Overworld if it's not for his highly experienced human compassion? He uses this opportunity away from you to find various spots where you can view the scenery of Belobog, above and below, in the most beautiful way possible. To see a beautiful garden of raw untouched Geomarrow, or even a beautiful night sky that is just located at the outskirts of Belobog, he'll take you to places that can stop your breath for a moment.

Sampo doesn't have any 'vulnerable' side. Even to you, he acted mostly the same. Albeit more clingy, and more touchy with his hands and his lips. Although perhaps there is a side to him that you managed to unfold - that is him, being overly possessive of you.

Sampo likes to mark things that belong to him. Living a life such a his can lead to him having to part with mortal rich and people on occasion, just to keep himself going at a stable pace. So when he has you, when you've bound yourself to him in this so-called deal of a relationship, he doesn't want to let you go, ever.

So he'll mark you. Whether it be physically with his teeth or giving you accessories to match himself, he'll do it. PDA is something that he shamelessly would do - unless you wish otherwise. He will always have his hand on you one way or another, a hand on your thigh, a hand on your lower back, around your waist or shoulder, his chest pressing up on your back - anything. If he's near, he will touch you. Kisses are also common, on the cheek, lips, hands, sometimes someone will have to tear him away from you to keep him focused on the task at hand - he can't help it! You're so tempting and he just wants to be near you!

In that final note, someone has definitely caught you two being.. Intimate before. Was it by accident or did he purposely stage for the specific person to see? Who knows. Just be prepared for a lot of things to come when you're with him.

#x reader #reader insert #les does writing #honkai star rail x reader #star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr gepard x reader #hsr sampo x reader #gepard landau x reader #sampo koski x reader #honkai star rail gepard x reader #honkai star rail sampo x reader #gepard x reader #sampo x reader

[scaralvr]

the perfect pair scaramouche x gn!reader (modern au, songfic, suggestive, mentions of infidelity, angst/no comfort)

highly suggested to listen to beabadoobee's song the perfect pair.

scaramouche hates you.

he hates the way your eyes light up when he enters the classroom. he hates the feeling of your hand brushing against his as you walk past him. he hates how you leap into his embrace with a grin adorning your amazing features.

scaramouche loathes the burning sting that you inflict upon his poor heart when you accept a kiss from him. is kamisato ayato that much better than him? but he supposes so, after what he did to you.

we don't talk much, guess 'cause nothing has changed

scaramouche tosses and turns on his bed deep into the night, the other side cold without presence. irritated, he leaves to go to the living room. scaramouche threw a pillow onto the couch and he laid down with his blanket.

he turned on his side with a frown as he snuggled deeper into the blanket for warmth. but it was so, so cold. usually, you'd be stroking his hair and pressing kisses all over his face in between quiet, 'i love you's and, 'goodnight, love.'

but now, scaramouche lulls himself to sleep by the sniffles he lets out.

i'm not sure i like it, and i'm so tired of fighting

scaramouche pulls at his hair with tears uncontrollably streaming down his face and his shoulders shaking with pitiful sobs. it hurts, to watch you move on from him, after he was finally beginning to let you into the walls he built around himself.

he just had to go on and cheat, didn't he? just have a little fun while they're not home. give the other person a little more love in the bed he shares with his (s/o) while you're out.

he hates himself more than anyone and anything, he's positive of it.

if i told you, you know how to, go and break my heart in two

scaramouche idly stands in the shower sometimes, thinking about that night.

"i-it was an accident, right?"

you asked, looking down at your lap. droplets of tears fell onto your hands resting on your thighs.

scaramouche could hardly care at the moment, with his shirt nearly unbuttoned the whole way and the fabric crumpled, his lips wet with the kisses of someone else and his half-lidded eyes staring at your figure.

"and if it wasn't?" he asked. "i thought you loved me, kuni." you sniveled, eyes filling to the brim with more tears as you finally looked to him. scaramouche rubbed his hand against his nape, the other hand resting atop his hip.

he looked elsewhere, unbothered by the current situation at hand. "we learn new things everyday, don't we?"

'cause i would anyways, and we'd end up like always

and sometimes, scaramouche tries to talk to you. keyword: tries. like offering you a hand with holding your books, only for you to wordlessly shake your head with a polite smile.

or whenever you need help with seeing what the teacher's writing on the board because you sit at the very back so he asks if you want his notes. but now you just smile and say you don't need them.

because ayato gives you his.

scaramouche feels like crying in class everyday. seeing you give the love you used to save just for him to someone else made his heart ache. the gossip that circled the school didn't make it any better.

"(y/n) and ayato are such a cute couple!"

"they seem so sweet to each other."

"i heard ayato might be asking them to the fall dance!"

ah, the fall dance. wasn't that the time you confessed to scaramouche?

you know me, you better show me that you can say it to my face

scaramouche hasn't talked to the other person ever since the both of you broke up. lately, he seems to have been dwelling on you too much. did you really mean that much to him and he was just too blind to notice?

he was a fool, and he knows that now. often times, he scrolls through your past texts with him, and a rare smile curls at his lips when he sees your little emoticons after your message.

but the smile falls just as quick as he realizes you might as well be doing that with ayato now. scaramouche is honestly surprised you haven't blocked him yet, though he knows you can be too nice for most of the time.

the worst part is, he promised you he wouldn't be like your past exes.

'cause you know we're the same, there's worst things i can take

to you, you probably think he's just another ex akin to a needle in a haystack, and he knows your record. scaramouche also knows that sometimes, you can be naive. it's the very reason he believed that he could cheat and you'd come running back to his arms in the end.

but it didn't turn out that way. scaramouche didn't know what to expect when he was thinking of it; taking advantage of you by using your innocence.

now, he spends his nights alone, facing your side of the bed and he grasps at the sheets, desperate for any trace of you. your scent lingers in the room, yet it's faint, and not enough to cure his pain.

scaramouche puts the playlist you made for him on spotify on loop whenever he can, eyes closed as he imagines himself in your embrace once more.

deep down, he knows he had his chance with you, and he failed. scaramouche can only hope that at least, he remains in your thoughts.

© scaralvr.

#(⌒▽⌒)☆ : myst's library !! #gender neutral reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #genshin imagines #genshin imagine #genshin fanfic #genshin fanfics #genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfictions #scaramouche #genshin angst #scaramouche angst #ayato x you #ayato x reader #ayato x y/n #ayato angst #ayato

[yureichi]

I’ve gathered quotes from twk and qon of Jude being in love but pretending she wasn’t bc why not. let’s gooo.

“My body has acclimated (to poison), and now it craves what it should revile. An apt metaphor for other things.”

“(After the crossbow incident) I am shaking, I realize. The aftereffects of believing someone tried to assassinate Cardan, of realizing he could have died.”

“I wish I could think of a place he’d be safer.”

“I look into his eyes. His hand slides to my hip, as though he might pull me closer. For a dizzy, stupid moment, something seems to shimmer in the air between us.”

“I still feel the warm pressure of his fingers against my skin. Something is really wrong with me, to want what I hate, to want someone who despises me, even if he wants me, too. My only comfort is that he doesn’t know what I feel.”

“Our gazes meet, and there’s a shock of mutual understanding that our bodies are pressed too closely. […] I am aware of the warmth of his neck beneath my twined fingers, of the prickly brush of his hair and how I want to sink my hands into it. I inhale the scent of him—moss and oakwood and leather. I stare at his treacherous mouth and imagine it on me.”

“Then his mouth is against mine, and my lips part. I close my eyes against what I’m about to do. My fingers reach up to tangle in the black curls of his hair. He doesn’t kiss me as though he’s angry; his kiss is soft, yearning.”

“I’ve wanted this and feared it, and now that it’s happening, I don’t know how I will ever want anything else.”

“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel.”

“I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.”

“I like him better than I’ve ever liked anyone and that of all the things he’s ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.”

“She loves him, I realize uncomfortably.

His fingers trace their way down her arm to the back of her wrist, and I remember vividly the feeling of those hands on me. Kiss me until I am sick of it, he said, and now he has most certainly gorged on my kisses. Now he is most certainly sick of them. I hate seeing him with Nicasia. I hate the thought of his touching her.”

“I wonder if I will ever be able to look at him again without remembering what it was like to touch him.”

“It occurs to me that maybe desire isn’t something overindulging helps. Maybe it is not unlike mithridatism; maybe I took a killing dose when I should have been poisoning myself slowly, one kiss at a time.”

“[…] All I want to do is walk into his arms. I want to drown my worries in his embrace. I want him to say something totally unlike himself, about things being okay.”

“The offhand implication that he’s not alone most nights bothers me, and I hate that it does.”

“I cannot look at him as he goes out. I am a coward. Maybe it’s the pain in my leg, maybe it’s worry over my brother, but a part of me wants to call after him, wants to apologize.”

“I hope Cardan misses me.”

“I wonder what would have happened if I’d admitted he wasn’t out of my system.”

“But when I think of the night he was shot at, the night he did coin tricks, I can’t help recalling him gazing up from my bed, intoxicated and disturbingly intoxicating.”

“I am unnerved to find myself here, in the new High King’s new bed—one I am still too human to lie in, beside someone who terrifies me the more I feel for him.”

“But there is also a weakness in me, because I dreamed of him kissing me for all my time in the Undersea, and now with his mouth on mine, I want to sink my nails into his back.”

“I don’t want to think of someone else standing beside Cardan in my place.”

“The very thought of being there (Elfhame), of seeing Cardan, speeds my heart. At least no one is privy to my thoughts. Stupid as they are, they remain my own.”

“I want another bite at the everapple, another chance at power, another shot at him.”

"He looks every inch the spy from the Court of Shadows, down to the sneaky smile pulling at a corner of his beautiful mouth."

#she just kept saying well I like and worry and care about him and we desperately want to make out but of course we still hate each other #lololol #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #tfota #the folk of the air #jurdan

[hail-brod]

Smile, Smile. 2

Gwen Stacy x FReader

Previous chapter: Part 1 || Masterlist

Gwen promised to herself that she would be sweeping you off your feet with elation the moment she sees you again. Well, a year of her disappearing into dimensions didn't sit quite well for the both of you. Or not.

Gwen was finally back home, in her own universe and this time she makes sure that she didn’t end up in a different one. A repeat of what happened to Miles the first time was disastrous as it is.

One call for her father was all it took before she was met by his paused form from the kitchen and not like before, he looked to be doing fine. For a second Gwen thought she did actually end up in a different universe but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, her shoulders sagged in relief.

“Welcome back.”

She didn’t waste a second to run up to his arms for a fairly long embrace.

Everything up to now was tough. Her father was one of the many important things in her life and she almost tried to abandon that warmth after her best friend’s death. It feels as though, she had lost hope on the people that was close to her but deep down inside, there was only one thing she wanted- and that was for them to understand her.

She was no longer a stray spider, webbing her way into one universe after another. This is where she belonged and she’ll cherish her time wisely because there is only one sole universe that she can call home. And she has one purpose that she intends to do. One of the many reasons that made her long to go back. That have always been nagging her mind ever since she was pushed in the light of things about your variants.

Your variants. Your other selves.

In some other dimension, you were dead. In some, you were alive and well. And in some, you were hopelessly trying to live until it does eventually start to swallow you whole.

You hid so many things with that same, damn. fucking. smile.

Gwen had so many questions about why. Why were you hurting? Why were you suffering? She wanted to know and it proved to be hard to find herself meddle about your life’s experiences. With Lyla’s help in gathering data about you, she came to understand some more things. You always know how to mend that perfect smile, easy to fool anyone with how optimistic it looks, until one certain thing happens that would crack your display as it will leave room for the following things that was meant to always happen to you. It was a part of your existence, and what lies behind your façade is your struggle to look at the brighter side of things.

And one major event that always happen is when you lose your one and only anchor in life, your older sibling.

Death would always play a big part on things and she hates it. Like a phase in life that no one can escape, but that’s life trying to overthrow the joys of living. Getting through it is never easy but there are always times that will make way for a new start. She believes that. There will always be someone that’ll come to wipe the tears away and someone that’ll crumble the walls down.

And Gwen doesn’t give a shit if she wasn’t fated to be by your side. She damn well knows what she wants and she won’t resist anymore, because you were her anchor when she felt like tearing the world apart.

Even her little crush on you seemed to bloom into something more. If she cared so much about you before—that that was clear enough when her mind was always finding ways to think of you—then now, it seems like she values nothing else but making your smile truer than you want it to be. She’ll be a friend to you even if she harboured feelings to you that you might not accept. She’ll be someone you can rely on whenever you’re at your lowest.

She’ll be the one to see the widest smiles that you can show.

She knows she’d been only speculating from different variants of you and she might be wrong in assuming your situation, but that doesn’t mean she won’t try to make things better. She has knowledge that she can put to use and she’s not about to waste a second in pondering over it. Way before knowing anything, you were not just someone she admired, you were also her friend. There’s no way something like canon can stop her. She learned that the hard way.

But there is one problem she has to face.

She has been away for a year

How would you feel about her suddenly appearing out of nowhere and being all buddy-buddy with you? She’d never really warn you about going away for quite a long time and she feels like a jerk for not doing so. How were you doing? Did you already forgot about her? Do you still consider as a friend? How funny is that when all this time she has been thinking about you throughout different dimensions then comes back to find out that you might’ve already been out of her reach.

It unnerves her, making her stomach churn.

She just hopes that isn’t the case.

But then, she almost paled when she discovered you haven’t been going to classes for the past few days. Her anxiety boiled within her like an incoming eruption of regret, and despair was about to fill her heart. She didn’t want to believe anything her mind whispers to her nor the uncanny way they mocked her for failing to be by your side.

“Gwen?” Then you called.

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She can only frown at the voice. It was so familiar she immediately turned to look behind her. And you were standing there, alive and….well.

Were you?

But she could only freeze on the spot while she took in your sudden appearance (considering she was supposed to be the sudden one), a moment spent to readjust her thinking process that, you were there. Every inkling feeling of dread was washed down the drain once she completely realized that she hasn’t lost you. She wasn’t too late. Your shocked look was what she saw first- but that faded away when Gwen saw how your shoulders tensed down at the sight of her.

Then you smiled.

That same damn smile. Still blinding and enthralling. But she couldn’t help but doubt the honesty in your expression. Because she knows. Then again, she didn’t want to assume.

“You remember me.” Her stiff shoulders relaxed, chuckling lightly. “I thought you’ve already forgotten about me after a year.”

“What are you saying?” You frown, a hint of disbelief in your tone. “I may not have the best memory but you have left quite the impression on me, Gwen Stacy.”

Then you chuckle back before asking. “How…How have you been?”

Gwen stares at you. You were…lighthearted. From this simple reunion with you, it was hard not to think about how you actually feel but then, you hit her with the impression of an easygoing girl who has been nothing but peachy.

Scratch that. If she’s going to keep being a worrywart, that’s surely only going to make you feel obligated. She had one purpose and that is to be a close friend to you that you can lean on anytime.

“I’m quite fine actually.” She replies with a gentle smile. “Look, [Y/N], sorry about disappearing on you. I don’t want to give you excuses but- I just don’t want you to think that I left without thinking about you.” Gwen breathes out.

You find yourself speechless at her words before blinking. “Oh- Wha- H-Hey, no big deal. It’s fine really. I understand where you’re going with that and I’m not mad about it.” You let out a nervous laugh.

Gwen only gives you a pointed glance, observing your slight frantic form, still smiling at her genuinely that she can’t help but stare longer. No matter how many times she told herself that you were an angel, she still can’t wrap it around her head how forgiving you can be. Though, she won’t just let herself get away from a simple forgiveness just because you were too nice. She wants you to know how much she regrets leaving you for a year and she’s not backing down.

Smiling, she retorts. “Well, whether you like it or not, I’m going to annoy you every single day from now on. I’m back now and you’re the only one that I can really think of in this entire school so….beware.”

Giggling, Gwen locks her arm with yours as you could only look up to her with round eyes and gaping lips. Your visible shock wasn’t all that exaggerated but it was enough for Gwen to see the transition when you eventually cracked up a small laugh out of your lips.

Gwen’s heart swelled.

“I think… I don’t have a problem with that.” You commented, bringing out a modest smile. Though, she surely didn’t miss the way your cheeks flushed. Then you look at her with something that seemed so soft than your usual gaze. “Welcome back, Gwen.”

As simple as those words coming from your lips, it was enough to make her heart pound for you more. But she contains it- she tries.

“Only for you, [Y/N].” She says without hesitating.

Was that too much? Did she sounded like she was flirting?

Her thoughts wanted to spiral out of control but by that time, it was unavoidable to feel the rising embarrassment up her cheeks and one last resort she could only think of was drag you deeper in the halls of your school. She likes to think that she handled that quite smoothly but she knows she faltered and flinched at how she acted out.

Awkward, maybe.

But fortunately, when Gwen sneakily glanced at you- she pretended she didn’t just see how you meekly shifted your gaze away from her as your face burned darker in red.

Oh.

She can feel her pride rising up.

Even if that gives her some sort of hope for a higher relationship with you, she’s going to set that aside…for now. After all, being friends with you has always been one of the many things she came to cherish.

.

You liked Gwen.

She was…a great friend. She was someone you never thought would be willing to stick by your side; longer than you’d expect. You saw her as someone that’s so easygoing and a good-hearted person. But on the contrary, some of the people you know say the opposite views about her.

Gwen Stacy.

The girl that you only saw in the corridors of your school and a schoolmate that you never really paid much attention to. She was just someone that you knew from afar, her name mentioned here and there from a few of your other friends, the common and casual way of hearing about someone. You never judged her based on the whispers and gossips that the other students would mumble about because you simply didn’t want to be that kind of person who adheres to baseless claims of people they clearly didn’t knew anything about. So when you got to meet her personally, you didn’t threw her under the bus.

You didn’t really care much if your judgments were to be proven wrong but the fact that Gwen herself was the one to approach you was enough for you to accept her friendship.

But at the end, you thought it was only going to be a one-time friendly interaction that will eventually fade after a few weeks. You knew people didn’t found you interesting enough to stick by and it was always the case with everyone you knew.

You never had deep connections with others and you weren’t aware you could actually do. People will always leave no matter what the stakes are and you’ve come to accept that as the norm.

But you were wrong.

Gwen proved you wrong. For as much as many times you see each other at school, hallways, library or even bathroom—she never failed to give you attention and acknowledge your presence as if you were the most interest thing she had ever seen that day. Her smiles greet you with so much elation that you never really came to acknowledge how different she makes you feel. How gentle she taps unto the corners of your mind and that in a single moment, you’ve considered her as a friend that you never had.

In no time, you became fond of her.

Though, neither of you tapped into closer bonds. Or more like, you feel that Gwen was holding herself back. And that pinched something inside your heart.

But the more the days went by with her distancing herself from you, the more you feel like- that was it. You really thought you could have the one single thing you have always wanted. That one belonging feeling you’ve always wanted to experience with a peer that can understand and share whatever feelings or sentiments you genuinely want to show. A newborn fear enraged itself inside you and it felt like...you were being dragged down deeper in the hells of your mind.

Then…

You never saw Gwen again.

You never thought you were capable of feeling a different kind of ache in your heart after that, leaving a crack that you didn’t know would fare far worse in the future.

At least, supposedly.

Because when you recognized her back facing you, blonde hair with an undercut on the side, your heart almost leaped out of your chest.

That day…...you genuinely smiled.

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[soulkeeper801]

Safe place - Twice Sana

Requested: Reader has always been someone who doesn’t let others see or know how she’s truly feeling(in terms of sadness and negative emotions) even when it comes to her girlfriend Sana. But, after an incident(you can choose…something really angsty preferably no death tho) Sana tries to get her to open up which leads to an argument and reader eventually breaking down.

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Angst? Fluff/Comfort

Sana x idol!f!reader (Y/N's group is disbanding)

“So the group is stopping all activities that were ready for the rest of the year,” one of the directors said, closing the file he was holding in his hands and giving a glance at where you were, “we’ve tried many things and not one of them have worked. I’m sorry, girls,” he continued, her gaze now filled with a hint of pity, “but we can’t do anything else, the project is over”.

You knew this would happen sooner or later. You thought you had prepared yourself to hear those words yet when they touched your ears your heart broke in a million pieces. The one thing you had worked hard for years was ending suddenly, leaving you with nothing else. 

What were you supposed to do now?

“We’ll find a way,” you whispered to one of your members as you saw her hold back tears.

There was no way.

You could only give them faint hopes to fight for what was left but deep down you knew it was really over.

The ride home was silent.

No one dared to say a word, knowing very well that it was probably one of the last times you would be together in the van that got you to places that only feeded hopes that never blossomed.

“Are you having dinner with me, baby?” a text lighted up your phone screen.

And it somehow lightened up your mood at least for a second.

“I might be late, love,” you replied.

“I’m buying take out on my way home, I’ll wait for you,” she texted one more time and you left out a deep sigh.

Sana was your number one supporter. Always getting in trouble with her own company just to promote you and your group. 

But not even that could save you.

As the van pulled up to your apartment building, the somber mood inside was hard to shake. You and your fellow group members slowly filed out, each lost in their own thoughts. 

The weight of the failed project pressed heavily on your shoulders, and the uncertainty of the future was overwhelming.

When you entered your apartment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. The walls adorned with posters and memories of your group's journey served as a painful reminder of what was now lost. 

As soon as they went to sleep, you made your way out to Sana’s apartment. It was something they all knew you would do and as always, they made sure no one would notice you were gone.

“I got your favorite,” Sana said when she saw you crossing the door frame with your spare key, “you must be so tired,” she continued, getting close to you and embracing you in a tight hug.

A hug that served not only as a welcome but also as the comfort you were looking for. 

You hated to be seen as vulnerable, not in control of your own feelings and emotions so you always wore a cool mask to protect yourself. You held back all the tears that had pooled on your eyes as soon as Sana’s warmth covered you.

“You still have glitter on your hair,” she chuckled, taking a strain of bright color from your hair and shoulders but her eyes lingered a little longer on your features. She knew you too well. “Everything alright?” 

Your gaze immediately went to the floor, there was no way you could lie at her while looking at her eyes. “Yeah,” you trailed off, trying to talk about anything else but the thing that was making you feel miserable. “What do we have for dinner?” you asked, taking a step towards the kitchen counter where the paper bags were placed.

Sana let you go but followed you closely with her eyes. Something was off.

As you unpacked the takeout containers on the kitchen counter, Sana leaned against the doorway, her concern evident in her gaze. She knew you better than anyone else and could tell when something was bothering you, no matter how hard you tried to hide it.

You both sat down at the small dining table, and the atmosphere in the room felt heavy with unspoken emotions. The aroma of the food filled the air, but neither of you had much of an appetite.

Sana finally broke the silence, her voice soft and understanding. "You can talk to me, you know. I can see that something's bothering you. You don't have to pretend everything's okay."

“It’s okay,” you lied one more time. Sana didn’t need to know what was happening. Your problems were yours to deal with and she didn’t have to be bothered. “This soup is amazing, where is it from?”

Sana smiled sadly. Didn’t you trust her enough?

“That Japanese place that opened last week,” she replied quietly, taking a spoonful herself to confirm what you were saying.

“We should buy from there more often,” you continued, trying to bring the conversation to a shallow topic. “Not a lot of new businesses around lately, huh?”

You lifted your gaze to find Sana looking intently at you. She had left her spoon on the side of her plate as she studied your expression looking for answers.

“Not a lot,” she replied, waiting patiently for you to go at your own pace, to process whatever was going through your mind until it was the right time for you to come forward.

Silence fell upon you two once again. You didn’t know but Sana couldn’t keep her eyes away from you. 

Usually, you would tell her all about your day. Where you girls went to record, what kind of food the team got you, if anything fun happened, you would tell every detail of it. 

Sana knew how much it excited you to be in this industry and how passionate you were about your job.

So it felt weird for her to have you dejected and silent during the little time you had to share everything with each other.

Sana finally broke the silence, her voice soft and understanding. "You can talk to me, baby. I can definitely see that something's wrong. You can trust me.”

You sighed, realizing that there was no point in keeping up the facade with Sana anymore. She had been your rock through all the highs and lows of your journey with the group, and you trusted her with all your soul.

“The group’s over,” were the words that left your lips.

And you felt the world crumbling around you. Saying it out loud made it ten times realer and it broke you down.

“Oh, Y/N,” Sana breathed out, reaching for you to bring you into a comforting hug.

Once again, her warmth made you feel safe but this time you let it all out, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes as your shoulders shook from the heavy sobs you weren’t able to control.

Sana held you close, offering the comfort you so desperately needed. She didn't say anything; she simply held you, letting you pour out all the pent-up emotions that had been festering inside you. 

Her gentle presence was a balm for your wounded soul, and for the first time in a while, you didn't have to pretend to be strong.

As you cried in Sana's embrace, she whispered soothing words and reassurances. Her hand gently rubbed your back in a comforting rhythm, and she let you take all the time you needed to let it out.

After what felt like an eternity, your sobs began to subside, and you pulled away from Sana's embrace, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand. You felt emotionally drained but also a strange sense of relief. Finally sharing your pain with someone who understood made the burden a little lighter.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” you said, a little calmer after having cried for several minutes. “The group was all that I had”.

“That’s not true,” she replied, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear to look at your face better, “You have your talent,” she assured, “you have your passion and you have the girls who I’m sure also want to continue with this path,” she continued.

She looked at you with adoration in her eyes.

“You all will leave the company after the contract is terminated so you can get together and start again as a group somewhere else,” she proposed. 

You stared at Sana, her words slowly sinking in. The idea of starting anew with your group members, away from the constraints of the company that had just let you go, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"But where would we even begin?" you asked, uncertainty still lingering in your voice.

Sana's smile grew brighter, filled with determination. "There will be a way. I believe in you, in all of you. You have the talent, the passion, and the dedication. You can build something incredible together, something that's truly yours."

Her unwavering support gave you a glimmer of hope in this otherwise dark moment. It was a daunting prospect, but the thought of creating music and art with your friends, free from corporate limitations, was a dream worth chasing.

You looked at her and her smile gave you hope. She leaned in to hold your face in her hands and instinctively you closed your eyes. Sana always knew what to say to make you feel better, to make you feel protected and safe when everything was crumbling down. 

“I believe in you,” she repeated, leaving a soft kiss on your lips that lingered for a couple of seconds, “I can’t wait to see all the success you’re about to have”.

You nodded at her words, reloaded with a new sense of motivation. 

As you leaned on Sana's shoulder, you realized that even when one chapter ends, another can begin. You had the talent, the passion, and, most importantly, the unwavering support of someone who believed in you. 

With a grateful heart, you whispered, "Thank you, for everything," knowing that you were not alone in this journey.

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[darkphilosophies]

Eris x Reader SFW Headcanons

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

When you first met him, he was a stone-cold bastard, and you could never understand how someone who wields fire could have ice in his veins. Then he touched you for the first time, and his hands were warm and soft, the touch so delicate it was barely a whisper of one. Soon, you found out that he hates showing affection in public but will lavish you with it when you are alone. His hand would often caress your arm, and his fingers would draw circles on your skin until it prickles, then he would kiss it and pull you into his embrace. He loves having you in his lap, even when he has a mountain of work laying on his desk. He loves your warmth and your presence above all.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

You hated him, and he couldn’t stop reminding you just how much of an asshole he was. Then one day, you found yourself in a forest cornered by five nagas, and just when you thought that would be the end of you, Eris appeared and ripped them apart with his bare hands. He looked up at you after, blood dripping down his usually pristine suit, and growled, “How about you learn to fight, my lady?”. You didn’t answer, yet the next day, a neatly packed training clothes appeared on your bed along with a note that read, “In the training ring at sundown.” You went.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Eris might love his hounds, but he bears more resemblance to the cat that one day strolled in your suit. He loves to cuddle but on his own terms. He would often pull you into his arms and hold you for a while or would have you rest on his chest while he reads a book in bed. The moment you decide to hold him, though, he sneaks away. You were annoyed at first, but then you slowly realized how difficult it was for him to receive affection when he never had before.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He doesn’t cook, but he will bring you wild Autumn berries every time he goes hunting. When he inevitably drags you along on his hunt, he would roast whatever he caught, and it would usually taste way better than you would like to admit. He doesn’t clean either, but he is so neat he doesn’t have to. Everything he owns has a place, and he loves to have his rooms in order. When you first moved in, he had a small existential crisis because you love chaos and as he often likes to say, “you must have invented messiness.”

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he picks you, and you pick him, there is no going back or breaking up.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The moment he saw you, he knew you were the one he wanted to spend his life with; everything else was just him waiting for you to catch up. The moment you did, he whisked you to the temple and made you his.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

You have seen him rip his enemies to shreds, you have seen him torture prisoners for information, you have seen him threaten misbehaving courtiers, and you have never even for a second expected that a male like him could be so gentle. Yet he is always kind to you, always polite and sweet. He compliments you often and brings you small gifts every day. He loves to help you with all the buttons of your dress and the laces of your boots, but most of all, he loves to scoop you off the settee when you fall asleep reading and carry you to the bed, peppering your face with tiny featherlike kisses.

H = Humour (Do they like to make jokes? How often do they do it? What are their jokes like?)

When you first met him, you thought he was mean, now you know he hides his true self behind his snarky remarks. He doesn’t truly joke or laugh much, and if something is very funny, he might curve his lips in amusement, but never a smile. The first time he let out a full-blown laugh was at one of your jokes, and you could swear the sight of him laughing was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while, just because he had never said it before. He knows the feeling because he loves a lot and loves deeply, but it’s an effort to admit it out loud, an effort for the words to roll down his tongue.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He is very jealous and possessive, but he never shows it. If you pay attention, you might notice his eyes never leaving you or his mouth pursing ever so slightly when someone talks to you. But he bottles that inside and gives you space to explore everything you want and make your own decisions.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Eris gives as many different kinds of kisses as there are leaves in the Autumn forest. There is the soft forehead kiss for when you are down or the gentle brushing of his lips against yours when you have had a long day. There is the deep desperate kiss when you have been away and the passionate inferno when he is jealous. The languid one for when he is happy and the possessive one when he takes you to bed.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Eris admires children because they are free, and they often say exactly what they think. He doesn’t want a lot of children of his own; he dreams of having just one girl he can lavish with all the attention and love he has. While he is waiting for his dream to come true, he sets up fighting lessons for all the small ladies at court so that they can always defend themselves against “bastards like him.”

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He is an early riser, but ever since you started sleeping together, he lingers in bed until you wake up. He loves to hold you tight and whisper sweet words in your ear. He tangles his legs with yours and pulls you closer, giving you tiny kisses. More often than not, those kisses grow into a slow lovemaking session.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Your bed is very close to a huge window, and you often admire how the moonlight illuminates his freckles, setting them aflame like tiny stars. When he catches you staring, he usually “punishes” you by wringing pleasure out of you for hours. Oh, and he sleeps naked, just so that he can feel you with his whole body.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

There are centuries of trauma underneath the beautiful face, stories that he tries to bury deep down in his mind. Sometimes when he has had a particularly hard day, you get a glimpse of his pain, but mostly he hides it well. He doesn’t want to burden anyone with it, especially those he loves.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is infinitely patient; there is nothing anyone can do to make him lose his nerve. The only few times that has happened have been only for show before his court.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He pays very close attention to other people’s words and remembers everything, maybe because he had to survive in this ruthless court or because he was its spymaster, but he values information above most things.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you kissed him for the first time. You had fought in the training ring the day before. All because of him, of course, because he wanted to tell you how much he wanted you and how he needed that time with you as much as he needed air, yet the words were not coming out. Instead, he teased you relentlessly until you threw a fit and left. He sent you the most exquisite dress as an apology, but you tore it to shreds, took all the tiny pieces, marched to his suite and threw them like confetti in his face. You expected him to get angry; instead, he gave you a look full of self-satisfaction and perhaps a tiny bit of admiration. So you kissed him just to wipe that smug expression off his face.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He protects those he loves with everything he's got. He would sacrifice every bit of himself if that meant he would keep you safe. It doesn’t work the other way around, though. He is extremely uncomfortable when you try to protect him. All those years full of poison by Beron’s side have instilled in him the feeling that he is not worthy of love and protection. It breaks you a little bit, but you use every chance you get to show that it’s not true.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He has it all planned out for years, if not centuries, in advance. There isn’t a length he wouldn’t go to get you the perfect present.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t share. He burdens himself with everything and only tells you after the fact, but you understand that it’s hard for a lone wolf to work in a pack, so you let it slide more often than not.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very concerned. Looks are everything in Autumn, so he has the seamster and fabric dealer a hand’s width away. You can swear he never wears the same clothes twice.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No, because as he likes to remind you, “there is no world for me without you.”

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He gifted you a sweet white puppy for your first anniversary. Much to your surprise, she grew up to be a strong and wilful hound, the leader of your family’s pack.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Lies. You have a bargain that you would always tell each other the truth, no matter how ugly it is.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He talks in his sleep, and among the gibberish, you often hear your name.

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[pacifymebby]

Too Close To Heaven / Tommy Shelby

Warnings: reference to character death!! The whole thing revolves around grief.

Reader X John but also Reader X Tommy I guess?

🌛🦢🌜

You stood under a miserable streetlamp in the rain, no umbrella just the raincoat Tommy had brought you so many years before when he'd grown tired of you turning up at the garrison soaked through.

"This is your boyfriend's job really love," that's what he'd told you at the time, his disapproval not quite masked by the teasing. But that boyfriend was long gone now, a faded and inconsequential memory only important in so much as the fact he'd been the one to introduce you to the love of your life, and Tommy didn't need to do things like buy you raincoats or walk you home at the end of the night anymore because you had someone else taking care of you. Someone else loving you, really loving you this time.

Until one fateful night several weeks ago you'd been happy, almost settled down, engaged to be married to the sweetest man, a good man who'd vowed over and over he would love and cherish you until the day he died. I suppose neither of you could have known that day would come so soon.

Now as you stood trembling with despair in the rain, looking across the street at the pub where you'd first met John Shelby you could hardly feel the cold water on your skin. The rain which soaked you to your very bones was nothing in comparison to the chill of knowing you'd never see your love again. Never hold his face in your hands, never hold his warm gaze again. Never shy away from his teasing remarks when he was feeling lackadaisical and romantic.

Even now almost a month since he'd been snatched from you right before your eyes, it was agony. This hollow kind of despair, all consuming. Your breath leaving you at the sight of the warm glow through the condensation clouded window. Breath you couldn't recover.

You felt more alone in the world now than you ever had before. It didn't hurt like a broken heart hurt, didn't hurt but you didn't feel numb either. Those were the two ways you'd have guessed grief might feel. Instead you felt now weak, torn through, like you'd lost a lot of blood.

"Y/N? Sweetheart, there you are..."

Tommy's voice didn't stir you from your still, grieving trance but it did wash over you, breaking through the ringing cold, a little warmth to bring you home.

"What're you doin out here love, come on c'mere," he said gently taking your shoulder in his hand, turning you to him and then, when your eyes showed no sign of recognition, when you remained still and hollowed out in front of him, he drew you into his embrace and held you against his chest, one hand holding your head against him, his chin resting on top of your head as he stroked your sodden hair.

"I'm sorry angel," he said after a long minutes silence the two of you thinking about his younger brother.

He was holding you as if you'd never left. As if it hadn't been weeks since he'd seen you. If you hadn't all but abandoned the family when you'd torn away from the cottage into the woods, your grief overwhelming you. You had been bordering on feral with the agony of your lost hope. John had been your salvation and sanctuary, your world. Watching him fall had been too much. Had driven you beyond the reaches of despair to a place much darker.

But Tommy had see you tear away that day and known what it was inside that had driven you away. He'd felt it before, so many times. That white flash of fear, that all consuming terror. There had been so many times in his life when he'd seen death all around him, so many times he'd fought the urge to run, to disappear completely. To let some dark place swallow him whole.

"I'm sorry Tommy I don't know why I ran I'm..." You started, your voice so flat, so drained of emotion. You were tired and when Tommy hushed you that was why. You were too tired and too cold to do this here. To do this at all.

"Shh now y/n," he said twisting his fingers into your hair, holding you tight and secure against him, "don't need to say a word to me alright, I already understand."

You leant against his chest, listened to the beating of his heart, tried to let his soothing voice do as he wanted it to. But you didn't close your eyes because when you did it was easy to remember John. Easy to imagine it was him holding you like this because he'd held you like that so many times.

"Come now sweetheart," he said softly placing a kiss in your hair, you were more precious to him than he'd ever allowed himself to acknowledge before but tonight he could feel the way your whole being shook with hopelessness and he needed you to feel the love of someone. Even if he couldn't be the man you needed. "Get you home eh, get you warm and dry... You're tired and you need your rest..."

"I'm not Tommy," you said shaking your head, stepping back and away from him, turning to the Garrison again, the warm light catching in your dry eyes. Even here, even standing outside that pub where you'd spent so many momentous evenings, even here you couldn't bring yourself to cry.

"Yes," he said with a little sigh, "you are."

When you tried to protest again he raised his finger to your lips, catching a drop of rain as he pressed them shut.

You didn't deserve this. You were certain of that fact. Tommy's gentle way with you was almost disturbing for it. The way he held you so carefully, the way he was looking at you so tenderly. His usually cold eyes doing their best to keep you both warm.

"C'mon sweetheart, let me take you home..." He said his voice quiet, almost drowned out by the rain as the weather worsened and you felt every fat droplet hit your head like hail.

He tucked you under his arm as he walked you to a car parked on the next street, opening the passenger door for you. When you stopped, a little wary still of his kindness he only repeated himself.

"Let me take you home."

He nodded to the car once more and when you sat down he bent down to you, his fingers pushing your hair from your eyes, his knuckles warm against your icy skin. He reached over you for the seatbelt and buckled it without a word, checking to make sure your hands weren't near the door before he closed it and walked to the driver's side.

You sat there in the dark listening to the rain. Waiting for something to happen. For his demeanour to change. For the punishment you knew you were due and deserved. The rain hammered down on the roof, the bad weather closing in on you in the middle of the night. Anyone else would believe it to be a bad omen but there'd been no omen to warn you of John's cruel fate and so you didn't believe in signs anymore. Didn't believe in anything anymore.

When Tommy shut the door the echo bounced off the walls of the houses and shocked you. The flinch didn't escape him and his mumbled apology was just as gentle as anything else he'd said you since he'd found you outside the Garrison.

The sound of the engine made you jump too and Tommy began to realise that perhaps you weren't as "calm" as you appeared to be on the outside. That distant look which clouded your eyes. He knew what was wrong.

You'd fled the scene of John's murder that day, you'd torn away through the field into the woods but your mind had remained standing in the drive, watching as he fell, keening for the loss of the dearest man you'd ever known. You weren't so far away after all.

"Sorry angel," he said, "I'll drive careful, no more bumps," he promised solemnly, understanding now that he was talking to himself. That you might have been there sitting beside him in the car, that Isaiah might have seen you shivering alone outside the Garrison when he'd made that call to Tommy to tell him you were back, but you weren't really there and you weren't really there with him now either.

As he drove you to his house he wondered how many times you'd replayed the scene, how many times it had come back to you almost like a dream but far more immediate, crystal clear. Real.

He thought of the children at home, your children who he had taken in and tried his best to make a home for. The children he'd told Charlie were his brothers and sisters now. The children he'd not been able to answer when they'd asked where their mother had gone. He wondered what you must think of yourself for having fled without them. How much it would hurt you when you realised everything you'd done. But now wasn't the time for laying the blame at anyone's door. Tommy understood you, he knew why you'd done as you'd done.

And though he wanted so desperately to offer you comfort, to tell you that he understood everything, that you needed worry whether the family could ever forgive you because in his eyes there was nothing to forgive, he also knew when was the time for silence. That now was the time for quiet, for nestling into trusted company. There was nothing he could say to you now that would make this any less painful so he drove you home in silence, wondering whether you would ever be able to look at his house as your home.

When he pulled up in the drive the windows of Arrow House were dark, curtains drawn, fires put out. All quiet, all calm. Unsuspecting dwellers tucked up asleep in their beds. It was the best he could have hoped for, to be alone with you, to hold you close.

"Welcome home love," he said with a sigh as he took your hand and helped you out of the car and into the rain. His self aware, sadly bitter smirk not lost on you as you looked over his shoulder at the looming structure behind him. Behind you the gardens stretched far into the darkness, in front of you Arrow House stood like a monster towering over you, big black eyes glaring at you, the woman who fled.

"C'mon inside out of the rain," said Tommy tugging you into his side, arm around your shoulder protectively as if he could sense your distrust for the bones of even the building itself. "Know you've been scared love but you don't need to be scared anymore..." He added, his voice quiet and low in your ear as he bowed his head to talk to you, “you're safe with me sweetheart I promise."

And though you were still so uncertain that anyone could ever forgive you for what you'd done you felt a little less scared tucked under the older man's arm.

Inside the house was warm and dry and though it probably should have made you feel better it only made you feel all the colder. Made you feel the chill which gripped your spine and left you shivering uncontrollably.

You gazed around at the shadowy hall, the beauty of it, it's delicate details so familiar to you, taking you back to all those other times you'd stood in this very spot tucked beneath someone else's arm, a littlen on your hip, two more at your feet, another already running riot with little Charlie and Karl. The memory was of the Christmas gone by. The whole family had gathered and there'd been no fuckin fighting. It had been a joyous occasion and only now that you were stood there again did it really hit you. You'd probably never feel that kind of peace again.

When you crumbled beneath him, your body shivering with a sudden weakness before you collapsed at his feet keeled over, grief strangling you on the floor Tommy looked down at you with a pensive sorrow. He knew he couldn't reach you in the depths of your keening grief. He also knew it could only be a good thing that it had hit you now.

At least if you were crying it was because you'd finally been dragged away from the horror of that morning.

He crouched by your curled up body and rested a gentle palm on your back. For a moment he was still, listening to your crying, feeling his throat tighten with a grief of his own. Swallowing it down for your sake.

"Come on now sweetheart, not here eh, not like this," he said softly, rubbing his hands over your shoulders to thaw you out, "up you get angel, c'mon up you get," he said helping you to stand, taking the weight of you when your knees gave out and he felt you tremble unsteady beneath him once again.

It hurt so much now, hurt all over the cruel wave of despair which had gagged you so suddenly when that warm memory had played out in the dark around you.

"I can't do it Tommy," you shook, choking on the words as you said them, unsure whether you meant climbing the stairs to bed or living every day for the rest of your life without John. "I... C, can't..." The words caught in your throat and you coughed through your tears, squeezing your eyes shut as you folded once more, unable to hold yourself up right, barely able to breath as you trembled at the bottom of the stairs.

But when you keeled over again Tommy caught you drawing your body in tight against him, his arms encasing you, holding you secure to his chest as he lifted you up off your feet and cradle carried you up the stairs himself.

"I know angel, I know," he sighed his heart blackened by the hopelessness which left you limp and sobbing in his arms.

"But you're home now eh love, back where you belong and in the morning that rains gonna stop yeah, you're gonna see blue skies through the window and although they won't bring him back, knowing that won't hurt you then as much as it does now..." He said quietly, speaking slowly, carefully. Tenderly.

You listened, your tremors exhausting you but never themselves as you clutched at his shirt and sobbed into the places the weather had already soaked through.

"I can't do it," you cried, unable to control your voice as you sniffled and clutched at him. When Isaiah had called him Tommy had made a decision on the spot, to be the tree that rooted you, someone steady and dependable for you to lean on, rest against. Unwavering and faithful. As you clutched at his shirt he reminded himself of that promise and told you of it too.

"Course not," he said softly, "course not angel but you don't have to," he seemed to understand even if you couldn't and as he reached one hand for the bedroom door the other squeezed you closer to him still.

He didn't have a girl of his own anymore but he had loved someone once as good and as much as John had loved you and so he knew that John would have wanted you to be taken care of. That he wouldn't have wanted you left to fend for yourself, never to know comfort again. It was why he thought nothing of placing you down in his armchair beside his bed. It was why he didn't think twice about taking his pyjamas from the draw and laying them out for you.

"You don't have to," he said again kneeling at your feet, taking your hands in his and resting them in your lap. You were soaked to the bone, a ghostly waif with all the life, all the worlds goodness drained from your hollow cheeks. You needed someone to look after you, he was determined you wouldn't have to do any of this alone. "Told you didn't I sweetheart, you're home now, where you belong, I'm not gonna leave you on your own y/n, you're not gonna do this by yourself."

You looked down at him through watery eyes, sniffling, trying to calm yourself, trying to get a grip, to play the stoic you knew the other Shelby women had long since mastered.

But when Tommy looked up at you with his blue eyes you were reminded again of John's, of how glassy and empty they'd been when the light had left them. When you'd keeled over his body screaming into his wounds.

So the tears shook you again, your body convulsing with the effort of your fight against them. You snatched your hands from Tommy's and buried your face into your palms,gasping for breath between mournful cries saying again and again, "I can't, I can't..." Until Tommy sighed and stood up.

You felt his hands on top of yours as he stood,his palms resting on your knuckles as his gentle touch caressed and then drew your hands away.

"Stand up now love c'mere,"

You looked up at him uncertainly but did as you were told, aware more than anything that his being good to you did not have to last. It certainly wasn't deserved.

"Sorry Tommy," you sniffled unable to look him in the eyes,shying from him like a wounded animal.

"Shh," he said with a small smile, his finger to his lips as for a second his eyes lit with subdued mirth, "you're gonna freeze if you don't get dry," he said nodding to the pyjamas on his bed, "I'll wait for you outside, call me in when you're..." He trailed off when he saw the whites of your eyes. When you shook your head your fear wild and sudden. You couldn't understand the urgency which choked you then but you knew in the cavern of your chest that you couldn't let him leave you alone. Couldn't watch him close that door on you.

"Please don't," your words fell out before you could catch them, your eyes wide, startled by your own outburst but Tommy didn't seem surprised. Instead he nodded and helped you to your feet.

"I'll cover my eyes," he said swapping places with you, eyes closed behind his hands as he leant forward,elbows sinking into his knees when he sat down.

For a moment you stood still, blinking back at him uncertain what to do, the gravity of the moment hitting you. You'd held his dying brother, your fiance, in your arms and now you were going to undress meters away from him. Even if he did have his eyes closed it wasn't right. It was scandalous, shameful. Even if it was innocent. This wasn't the kind of thing that could ever be done innocently.

"Sweetheart," sighed Tommy, his voice thick with the sleep he so desperately needed after weeks of endless waking nights, "you're going to catch a chill."

"S, sorry Tommy..." You said your breath shaking as you turned away from him and to the bed. You were aware that even if his eyes weren't on you he was listening to you. That he could hear your every movement. That he would hear when your sodden dress hit the floor in a heap. That he would know when you'd stepped out of your underwear and were drying yourself with the towel he'd placed out for you.

"S'alright y/n," he said understanding your hesitance, "don't think about it eh, just get yourself dry, ain't no shame in getting dry an warmin up..." And though he was right you knew that in this case he was stretching the truth beyond recognition. There was shame in this you were certain.

So as you stepped out of your dress and let it fall heavy in a heap about your ankles your cheeks flushed and you stole a timid glance at Tommy. But the older man was sitting still in just the same position as he had been before. Eyes closed.

So you turned quietly back to the bed and picked up his pyjamas, the plaid trousers far too big for you as you stepped into them, your feet treading on the hem almost tripping you over. The long sleeve white top was very much the same and when you said Tommy's name and he looked up, saw you standing there with his sleeves hanging limp over your hands he smirked. You really were smaller than he'd thought. It reminded him just how young you were, much younger than him and far far too young to know this kind of sorrow. This kind of gut wrenching loss.

No wonder you'd run away.

"Better?" He asked, his small smile growing to a happier one when you nodded, your small voice shivering through a sniffled out thank you.

"Good," he said watching the quiet tear which rolled from your eyelash to your cheek and then chin.

"Alright then," he said standing up approaching you carefully, this the most delicate of moments. "Alright then angel," he said catching your elbow in his hand,standing over you looking down at your tired eyes, "this is good, you look warmer already," he said with a gentle smile, wanting to coax one from you but knowing that would take some time.

"I won't sleep," you said quietly, guilty. He was stood so close to you, holding you in his hands, his body standing over yours shielding you from everything. His the warmest shadow you could have hoped for. But you shouldn't have been able to take that kind of comfort from him. Shouldn't have felt yourself soften beneath his touch. Shouldn't have been so easily calmed by his voice no matter how gentle and tender he was.

"No love," he said, "maybe not."

"I can't do it," you said your voice beginning to tremble once more, a fresh wave of tears gathering, your body beginning to shake with sorrow all over again. You felt the squeeze of grief around your chest, felt your lungs struggling for air again but when you looked up at Tommy desperation in your eyes he just bowed his head, his lips skimming your head.

"C'mon now t/n we'll have none of that," he said softly guiding you back a pace towards the bed, sitting down on the edge and tugging on your hand to pull you down gently beside him.

"Now, I know how much it hurts sweetheart," he said shifting to lean back against the pillows, one leg crossed over the other as he looked back at you still holding your hand, "And in the morning you can cry all you want to eh, we'll spend the whole day weeping for him alright," he said squeezing your hand as he guided you down to lie with your head on his chest, holding your body in his arms as carefully as he could.

He wasn't quite shy about it, just delicate. Held you as if he was looking after something very precious, for someone very precious. And he was.

"But right now I want you to lay down that weary little head alright, an I wanna see you sleeping..."

As he shifted you in his arms to get you comfortable it was John he thought of once more. His little brother, the man you loved... Tommy had always thought you were something special, he'd always been a little envious of his brother when he'd seen how happy he made you. He'd always wondered what it would be like to hold you the way he was holding you now but he'd never imagined it to be as painful as this. Unfathomably melancholic as he felt then splitting your hair down the center with one lazy finger, the other hand stroking gently over your back.

He listened to your breathing shaking and shivering until finally you began to settle. Your exhaustion overwhelming you, the sanctuary of his warm arms giving you a safe place to rest so that for the first time since that dreadful morning you felt safe enough to close your eyes. For the first time you weren't scared that when you opened them again you'd be back there, gravel and dirt cutting your knees as you clutched at your dead fiance and screamed into his still bleeding chest.

You closed your eyes and lay quite still, head moving with the rise and fall of Tommy's chest, his own breaths slow and steady. You tried to focus on breathing in time with him and the longer you lay there the calmer you felt. The warmer too.

His fingers moved delicately through your hair as he talked quietly to you, his mumble soft and comforting in the low lamplight of his bedroom approaching midnight.

"I know that ache you're feelin sweetheart, I understand why you did what you did alright, why you ran away... I don't blame you angel, don't blame you at all... been so many times I've wanted to do the same..." He said running the backs of his fingers down your spine, the familiar cotton of his shirt making him feel at home with you in his arms. He knew he should have felt guilty for holding you like that, he knew you'd feel guilty for allowing yourself to be held, but you needed him and, if he was being honest he needed you too.

"You and John were pure, very few people ever know love like that, so very few people know what it feels like when you lose it..." He said, "that kinda sorrow gets inside you an hollows you out doesn't it sweetheart... got plenty of those dark places inside me too, know what it feels like... know you feel like you ain't gonna make it through the night but you will..." He leant his head back against the pillows and fixed his eyes on the ceiling thinking of his brother. Wondering if there was a heaven and if John had made it through the gates, if he was looking down on you then, if he was glad Tommy was looking out for you or if he wanted to come back down to earth and slit his throat for laying a finger on his girl.

So be it, he thought, come back and cut me John Boy, if that's what it takes to bring you back.

"Know you're looking at your heart an you're callin it black but it ain't alright sweetheart, it's like Icarus," he said watching your eyes which were watching his, looking up at him so dependently, "you got too close to heaven darlin that's all," he said finger stroking your cheek,his touch delicate as he bowed his head to kiss your forehead.

In the morning there would be time to cry with you, to grieve with you but for now he knew you needed to sleep and so did he. You were home now, safe and sound, back where you belonged. For now that had to do and it would. For now, as guilty as you both might have felt, there was nothing to be done but hold onto one another.

#peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #john shelby x reader

[vikkirosko]

Could you make (young or adult Idc) Randy, Stuart and Gerald separate Headcanons for them being with a very physical s/o? Like- the reader is just always wanting to hug him, holding his hand, loves cuddling and is a huge fan of PDA (still respects the other's personal space if asked though)

Headcanons Very physical

🍾 Randy Marsh x Reader 🎸

When you and Randy started talking, you were teenagers. He liked to communicate with you and even then he noticed that you really liked the physical manifestation of affection. You often held his hand and were only glad when he hugged you. When you started dating, your physical display of affection only intensified

You were not confused by the looks of others who saw you hugging or holding hands. You didn't see anything strange about hugging your boyfriend even if you were seen by both your friends and strangers. Although someone might have been outraged because of this, but you were not going to change your habits, however, if Randy himself had asked you to keep your distance, you would have done so. You respected someone else's personal space if you didn't impose your hugs on anyone

Some said that when you get older, you will show your feelings to him much less often through touching, that when you get older, you will become more restrained in matters of public displays of affection, but this turned out not to be the case. Even as an adult, you were still the same lover of holding hands and hugging even when you were in public

Randy liked the way you were. As a teenager, as an adult, he liked it when you hugged him. At such moments, he felt truly loved. When you held his hand, he felt that you were there and was not going to leave him. Your attentions warmed his soul and he wouldn't want you to stop doing it

✡️ Gerald Broflovski x Reader ⚖️

You and Gerald have known each other since childhood and even then he noticed that you liked to hug and hold hands. You often hugged your parents and there was nothing unusual about it, but you also loved hugging your friends. Gerald was one of them. When you were kids, it didn't seem strange, but when you got a little older, it started to confuse him

He often asked you not to hug him in public, being very embarrassed about it and you stopped doing it, respecting his personal space, but when you started dating, he realized that he missed it. He hugged you himself, making you smile sincerely. You were glad that he was not against your hugs again, even though he continued to be embarrassed

When you grew up, Gerald stopped being embarrassed by your public display of affection through innocent physical touches, whether holding hands or hugging. Every time you hugged him, regardless of whether it was in public or when you were alone, he hugged you back, smiling gently, feeling the warmth filling his heart

Gerald liked it when you hugged him. He liked to feel the warmth of your embrace and liked to know that you were there. He liked it when you first started dating and now that you were adults, he was still happy when you hugged him or even when you just held his hand

🧢 Stuart McCormick x Reader 🍺

When you and Stuart started communicating, he treated your physical displays of affection with mild irritation. When he directly told you not to touch him, you obediently stopped, respecting his personal space. However, when you started dating, your hugs became familiar to him

He didn't care much when his friends, teenagers like you and him, joked about the fact that you often held hands and that you often hugged him. Stuart liked to feel your fingers intertwined and liked to feel your embrace. At such moments, he felt calmer, as if all the problems in the world were disappearing

Even when you became adults, your hugs still had a calming effect on him. He could come home after a hard day, after another quarrel because of which he could lose his job or because of people of another problem and you were always ready to hug him. Stuart knew that you were always ready to support him, even if you didn't say a word. When he told you about his day and started to get angry, you took his hand, as before, and he felt your support

Stuart was glad that even after all these years you haven't changed. You still loved physical touch and still didn't hesitate to show your affection in public. He was grateful to you for being in his life and for giving him your love and warmth for so many years

#south park #south park x reader #south park headcanons #Randy Marsh #Randy Marsh x Reader #Gerald Broflovski #Gerald Broflovski x Reader #Stuart McCormick #Stuart McCormick x Reader

[bewitchedleague]

“Not at Home” Ch. 5

pairing: tsu’tey x reader

words: 8k (ops..)

summary: After being raised in the Metkayina, you're suddenly placed in the middle of peace talks. Where your responsibility is to understand the Omaticaya way, to embrace the culture, and to make friends. It surprises you to find yourself suddenly involved in things like love, war, and suffering. Will you succeed and adjust? Or will your tale end differently than you had anticipated?

Chapter 6.

slow burn romance.

     You eased yourself into sleep promptly, and morning arrived quickly and effectively. It wasn't hard because you were worn out and mentally exhausted after a long day, and the night flew by in an instant. You laid in your bed, content and glad to finally be able to enjoy some peace, and yet you couldn't even recall when you did fall asleep. 

When you finally awoke, you felt incredibly rested. You thought you could complete the entire training session from yesterday three more times. The hometree had taken on an almost comforting aspect; it was a place you knew would offer you safety and warmth at the end of the day. Even if yesterday at the hometree Sylwanin shared with you one of her worst sorrows, a sorrow that was deeply entrenched like the tree they called home. It made you feel a little better since it proved that she trusted you enough to express her sentiments to you. You've now heard all sides of the tumultuous love story.

Two na’vi: one who advocated for it vehemently and one who fought against it.

Both sides were easy to grasp, yet you couldn't help but feel more in tune with Tsu'tey. It was hard to imagine yourself living his life after hearing his narrative first and knowing the expectations he had when he was a small child, so you were more empathetic with him. A part of you questioned whether you needed to establish any guidelines for acting like a chief's daughter, some sort of credo you had to adhere to at all costs.

All you could see when you turned around was the na'vis getting out of bed and enthusiastically descending the spiral root. None of Neytiri, Sylwanin, or Tsu'tey could be seen. It was unusual to not see a familiar face right where you woke up, because now, you had no idea where you were meant to go or what you were meant to do. You stepped out of the cocoon bed and stretched your limbs to give your body a break from sleeping all night. You had grown to adore it since the plant, in addition to being cozy, it was also a lot of fun to interact with. That's what you thought it was, at least – a plant.

“Good morning.” A feminine voice came from your side, startling you slightly. 

They left before you had a chance to respond. Realizing it was the first time an Omatikaya na'vi had spoken to you of their own volition immediately caused a smile to spread across your features. Even if it happened too quickly and you couldn't even see their faces, it made you feel good anyway. They would most likely be here tomorrow as well if they were here to greet you this morning. And if you listened closely enough, you might be able to hear their voice again.

Nevertheless, the simple words made you feel warm inside; the sense of being accepted by someone else somehow gave you self-assurance. You walked down to the hometree's main area with your newly gained confidence. Eyes scanning the others around you to see what they were up to, each of them seemingly busy in finding what they were meant to do. You still weren't sure exactly what your part in all of this was; some were assigned chores to patrol, some were given tasks to hunt. None of the na'vi who were meant to look after you had been seen by you. Even if you had the confidence, you couldn't help but feel disoriented. 

“What worries you, my child?” Mo’at asked, approaching you slowly.

You simply smiled at her, an attempt to comfort her worries. “I haven’t seen Neytiri or Sylwanin yet.” 

She seemed to think for a second, before she was speaking once again. “I am sorry for my daughters, it seems I have failed in teaching them basic courtesy.” 

Her statements had a faint edge to them, suggesting that she harbored some bitterness. And it was only confirmed to be true by the way her ears dipped a little when she spoke. You suddenly felt small, afraid of getting her daughters in trouble because you simply couldn’t be by yourself. What if you had just utterly failed their training, which consisted of being left alone? You gave it some thought. You twisted your head to the side, feeling a twinge of embarrassment, as if you had just fled from people your own age to beg for your mother's protection.

“I’m sure they are by the training grounds.” In an effort to calm Mo'at down, you raised your head and smiled softly at her.

“I hope so, for their own good.” Mo’at said, then turned to you and offered a gentle smile – contrary to her scary words. “Off you go.” 

The touch of her hand pushing you on the back made you move forward instinctively, your tail hitting her gently on the way. You nodded at her words, and took off to the path you remembered in your head now. Where the pa’lis resided, and where the young warriors were trained – surely you would find Tsu’tey there at least. And it wasn’t like anyone besides him was actually training you, so not finding them didn’t worry you that much. What worried you was the possibility of Tsu’tey also being gone. But again, you thought the situation was unlikely since he held a lot of expectations on his back.

After moving towards the clearing, you briefly peered over there before spotting Tsu'tey. Seeing him in his normal place brought a grin to your face. Your arm was suddenly grasped, jerking your entire body in the direction of the unknown force. Your eyes first encountered a haze of blue. The na'vi clutching your arm, however, propelled you into a sprint before you could even adjust from the blowback of being pulled with such power. Your body was screaming "danger" and your heart was pounding with panic, but you were more concerned with staying upright than trying to get away from the stranger. 

Once you stopped, you were slightly out of breath and the forest around you was thick and unrecognizable. Your eyes finally landed on the perpetrator of all this, the familiar face of Neytiri coming into view made your shoulder slightly relax a little.

“By Ewya…” You breathed out. “I didn’t know it was you.”

“Did he see you?” 

“What? Who?” – confusion struck you.

“Tsu’tey.” 

“No.” – You answered firmly, yet still completely confused by her behavior.

Neytiri twitched her ear, listening carefully all around her for any alarming sounds. You became a little uneasy about what she was doing when you suddenly realized that her actions were reminiscent of when she originally tried to sneak away to the sky people.

“I’m taking you to see the sky people.” 

She spoke the dreaded words, sending a shock of apprehension through you. Your mouth was unable to utter anything as you made every effort to come up with an argument against her suggestion. To meet them, you weren't prepared. You were aware of the obvious fact. If something went wrong, you had no idea what perils the woodland may hold, what the night might bring in terms of threats, or even worse, what might happen if those dangers discovered you. There was a wide range of potential problems.

Neytiri swiftly grabbed your arm again, to lead you in the direction she knew the sky people were. 

“No!” – You broke free from her grasp, falling back into the grass with a thud.

At the unexpected outburst, her eyes penetrated yours with intrigue. Neytiri had never before heard your voice lose control. She scowled at you while attempting to comprehend your worries. She knew exactly why you were scared, but the knowledge that she had repeatedly gone there and returned safely must have given you some sense of security, right? Neytiri was a formidable opponent who would protect you if the unlikely event of something occurring did occur. Did you have any faith in her ability or words?

“You are Tawukoi’s only daughter. Are you really afraid of the sky people?” – In an effort to inspire some sort of boldness in you, Neytiri made the decision to challenge you.

You wanted to say, "I'm not Tawukoi's daughter," but a small scoff came out of your mouth instead.

“Who isn’t?” 

“Me.” Neytiri spoke confidently, her shoulders held high and her chest puffing out, obviously proud of that fact.

“I’m not you.” You said simply, almost hissing at her. 

“That’s why you’re here. To learn to be like us, to be like me.” Neytiri approached you, offering you her hand to help you up to your feet. “Are you not?”

It was true. That’s what you were here for. There was no challenging her words. But even so, the fear you felt was still there – unchanging. But a part of you still knew that she wouldn’t let anything happen to you, not when the whole Omatikaya people thought you were Tawukoi’s daughter – his only daughter. They wouldn’t simply let you get hurt, not when it could lead to both clans relationship’s to worsen extremely so. And you were sure Neytiri knew of the consequences if you were hurt. 

“Fine.” – It was a simple agreement, laced with an underlying anger to it.

By extending your hand to her, you allowed her to help you stand up again. You were troubled by the question: Did she already mention the sky people about you? That you came from somewhere else from Pandora? Neytiri was tugging you along with her once more, so you didn't have time to dwell in your thoughts. This time, you were better prepared and easily kept up with her pace while bumping into leaves and other objects along the route. You took some time to take in your surroundings, hear the sounds of the creatures, and watch them flee as you and Neytiri drew near. The more you hurried following Neytiri, hopping over boulders and branches, the thicker the forest became. A silent signal of the unknown land around you.

Fear was gradually being replaced with nervousness and a want to see what was in store for you. You had never even heard of the appearance of the sky people, so you had no idea what they may have looked like. They rode enormous weaponry, so perhaps—were they taller than your own species—was all you had to conceive. Your dread is being slowly consumed by your curiosity. To seek information for you was contagious; it was like a fatal disease that infected your thoughts. You became fearless and reckless as a result, frightening those around you as well as, occasionally, even yourself.

An unknown sound suddenly filled your ears, it sounded like the beginning of a thunder strike, followed by the feeling of the earth shaking. Neytiri stopped running, quickly going into a prowl position and pulling you to the ground to do the same. Her eyes stared ahead of you, through the bushes – and you eagerly did the same. 

The sight that welcomed you was alarming. Giant machines, gray colored – running down the beautiful trees of the forest. Leaving nothing but the ashes of a beautiful memory. You turned your eyes to Neytiri, who was still watching the scene with a look of pain in her face. There were numerous things you could feel from only seeing her face, the pain, the anger and the suffering. You didn’t blame her, she was seeing her home – a place sacred for her people, sacred to Ewya – be destroyed so easily, without any type of remorse. It made you sympathize with her, because you could imagine this happening to your Metkayina, to your little haven. 

“Neytiri.” – You reached your hand to place it on her shoulder, trying to break her away from the scene.

But it didn’t work. Neytiri’s eyes were locked on the scene before her, all the pain they were giving to Ewya. She could only sympathize with the creatures before her eyes, trying to flee for their lives away deeper into the forest – some making it, while others unfortunately getting caught by the cruel machine. A hiss was building up in her throat, wanting to fight for them – fight for her home and her people. But she knew she couldn’t, she had to be smart about this. The only way to win whatever war was this, was to befriend the enemy, to lower their guards, to strike them where it most hurt. Or, the more unlikely outcome, they could change their ways and leave Pandora alone.

But the chances of that happening were slim, even to Neytiri’s eyes. 

“Neytiri!” 

The loud noise made her snap out of her daze, quickly looking over to catch your eyes looking at her with worry. She mentally cursed herself, ears flattening in self anger as she stood from her prowl position – taking quick steps to the direction she knew the scientist’s meet up spot stayed at. While doing so, her focus was in ignoring the commotion happening on her side, the sounds of breaking wood and the machines noises. Neytiri wanted to cry, to scream. But she knew she had a reputation to withhold, even more with you around her. 

Neytiri only had one duty to accomplish, and she was determined to succeed. For the benefit of her own people as well as herself. This included instructing you and allowing you to learn everything you could about the Omatikaya and the sky people. So you could play your own role, to be a bearer of the news to the other tribes in the ocean. If anything went wrong – the Metkayina knew what to expect. But Neytiri wasn’t going to let that ‘if’ become a reality, not when she was around to prevent that.

“Stay by my side, do as I say.” – Neytiri spoke with certainty, no space for any type of compromise.

She didn’t even turn around to look at you, barely looking over her shoulder while saying the words.

“Yes, of course.” You said meekly, feeling slightly intimidated by her presence.

Since you initially met, you hadn't seen Neytiri in this light. Now standing in front of you is a demeaning and powerful individual who comes out as brutal and unafraid. It wasn’t like the usual Neytiri, the one who kindly took care of you in the flight to the hometree, the one who helped you get courage to your first steps on top of a tree. No. Neytiri, the chief's daughter, was here. One of the two na'vi who stood in for the entire Pandora to the sky people; this one couldn't afford to slip up and ruin their productive relationship. You were aware of the significance of these interactions even in the absence of Neytiri's words or any other explanation.

Once you stepped out of the bushes, you saw them. Short, dull-colored, wearing strange clothing and holding what you remembered as, death raining machines, in their hands. Neytiri spoke to them in a language unknown to you, and while she did that, you took in their appearances – focusing on the details. They were a simple, almost shorter version of your body, but seemed less slim. They didn’t have any pointed ears, nor a tail. And their hands had an extra finger on them, you pondered if they needed an extra finger to control the machines everyone feared. 

The moment your gaze connected with the sky person chatting to Neytiri, she immediately ceased speaking. After frowning, she moved toward you, passing Neytiri, her expression showing the undeniable look of curiosity.

“This is scientist Grace.” Neytiri spoke in the language you knew by heart.

Grace, the sky being, circled you while paying attention to every detail that set you apart from Neytiri. You didn't even turn to look at her, but hissed once as she touched your tail as a warning. She didn't touch you again after the silent warning, so it appeared to be effective. The last thing you needed was them swarming all over you because this was already nerve-wracking enough. You pleaded in silence as you met Neytiri's eyes; you didn't want Grace to be close by or paying close attention to you in particular.

Neytiri's eyes averted as Grace spoke, her tone beginning serious and then shifting to one of humor. For a brief while, they flickered similarly to her ears, as if Grace had just said something unexpected or that she didn't want her to say. A silent hiss directed towards the individual standing next to you only served to increase your anxieties as she refused to make eye contact with you following the words. Whatever was spoken was undoubtedly about you, which frightened Neytiri to the point where she felt remorseful looking into your eyes. 

“What did she say?” You spoke out, trying to ease your fears with a simple answer.

A few seconds passed in silence.

“You’re a different type of blue, are you important, or somethin’?”

The unknown voice met your ears, and your eyes swiftly shifted to Grace. A smile on her face that soon turned into a smirk as she stared at your shocked expression. Her way of speaking was rusty, like she had just learned the language, but you could still understand her quite well. 

“But I suppose the hostility does answer my question.” Grace looked at Neytiri’s agitated body language.

“Leave her.” – Neytiri spoke harshly, moving to your side to pull you away from the smaller individual.

How could she be so dumb, she thought to herself. It wasn't surprising that they would be interested in your distinctions. However, Neytiri was only able to sense a protective feeling for you. She knew Grace would be interested in you, but she wasn't quite ready to allow the scientist to get too close to you. Suddenly, she felt bad about her choice to bring you along with her. Neytiri had permitted scientist Grace to examine her, touch her skin, take her hair, and sample her saliva, but she wasn't about to permit her to subject you to the same treatment.

Sincerely to say, Neytiri was well aware of the urgent need for those details among the sky people. Grace had given her a thorough account of everything, being nice enough to inform Neytiri that they were trying to reproduce their species in an effort to connect with Ewya. Neytiri and everyone else who was aware of this found it difficult to believe that was their sole motivation. Whatever their strategy, it probably involved disguising themselves as inhabitants of Pandora in order to deceive her people into thinking that stranded Na'vi existed in the forest. However, she made the decision to act foolish and do her part to make herself look like a dumb dog to them, as if she were unaware of the dangers and opportunities presented by their possessing a na'vi body.

But something she was unwilling to give, was putting you and your people at risk. They knew nothing of the sky people, nor did the sky people know about your people – and Neytiri wished to keep it that way.

“Touchy subject.” As she nervously laughed, Grace turned away from you.

The scientist's eyes pierced the troops who were standing behind Neytiri, and she observed as their grips on their weapons tightened in response to Neytiri's abrupt voice shift. Their rifles were lowered into a more relaxed position as they each stared at each other. Grace was aware of the influence she possessed within the corps, and she meant to make the most of it. While she tried to win their favor, no Na'vi were to be hurt. She knew she had a mission, one she heard about daily – being repeated towards her by Coronel Miles over and over, like a broken record. Just at the thought of his protracted conversations and his not entirely empty threats against not only her but also the entire scientific team did she utter a tired sigh. She could really go for a cigarette now.

Did that man know nothing besides violence and impatience? 

Impatience. 

Right, she was here for a reason.

“Neytiri, I only need one thing from you today, quite simple.” Grace said, while approaching the na’vi.

Neytiri, in response, lowered herself into one of her knees. 

“I need to get a video of your queue.” – Grace spoke, reaching for her recording device at her hip.

While Neytiri rapidly carried out the order, you could only truly focus on the gadget Grace was holding in her hands as you merely gawked at the situation with a hint of fascination. No matter how hard you tried to figure out how it was doing it—mirroring whatever was in front of it—you could not in any way comprehend it. However, what caught your attention the most was the reflection of your image on the device's screen when she raised the device just above her shoulder. It vanished like lightning as soon as you noticed it. How could you have seen yourself on the device if it was pointing forward? You frowned in disbelief at whatever had just occurred. The confusion hits you like furious waves in a storm.

They started speaking in their alien tongue once more, leaving you alone with your perplexed thoughts. Grace bid Neytiri farewell in a courteous manner, and Neytiri simply nodded her head in her direction while gazing down with an emotion you couldn't possibly fathom. It was a mixture of wrath and worry. Maybe some resentment of some kind? You heard a huge noise coming from the clouds, and as you turned to look, you noticed another machine, gray in color, just like the other sky people's equipment, falling down from the sky slowly – as if floating in the air. You used your arm to keep the brisk breeze from stinging your eyes as it blew violently in your direction.

Once the noise was gone, you finally moved your arm, looking up at the sky to see the gray colors slowly fading away. Where were they headed? What where those machines named?

“Bringing her was a stupid idea!” – A sudden hiss made you jump slightly, staring at Sylwanin angrily jump out of a branch she was hiding at.

A scoff escaped Neytiri, staring at her sister in what you assumed to be disbelief at her words.

“This idea was yours to begin with.”

“It was. But I didn’t actually bring her!” Sylwanin retorted, approaching both of you.

She was agitated, you could see that. Fearful and anxious about the encounter that just unfolded. 

Sylwanin briefly looked into your eyes before she resumed ignoring you. It was only a matter of time before the sky people's interest only intensified once they had seen you, and soon they were demanding to see you in exchange for peace. The whole school discussion was more of a demand, one that she was ready to comply with out of fear of the consequences of defying them on her own. She had a part of her that was scared for you as well. She was sickened by the thought that the sky people may regard you as a unique na'vi to the Omatikaya and that, with you, they would have control over the entire clan. It wasn't entirely untrue; you were significant to the Omatikaya as of right now, but not for the reasons that they would believe.

“It is already done.” Neytiri hissed towards her sister, ears flattening in annoyance.

“Did you even tell Grace about the school?” – Sylwaning breathed out annoyed, both of their emotions surfacing.

The deadly glare Sylwanin received from Neytiri gave her the answer, she had not told them. 

“I saw myself on the device she was holding, what does it mean?” – You decided to speak your words clearly, making sure they understood what you were talking about.

“What?!” – It was Neytiri who hissed out, approaching and grabbing your arm rather harshly at your words.

You let out a short cry of pain, and she immediately released her hold on you. She muttered a brief apology before looking around her, apparently distracted by her own thoughts. Whatever you said had both sisters respond negatively, as they appeared to be terrified of your words - almost as if they were trying to ignore your comment but simply couldn't.

It was Sylwanin that approached you this time, a soft touch on your skin that almost made shivers run down your skin.

“Are you sure?” – She whispered out, part of her hoping for you to be mistaken.

“Yes.”

Your remarks caused Sylwanin to exhale heavily in defeat, as if she had just received devastating news. Her arms hung aimlessly next to her torso, removing all of her touch from you. She appeared bewildered and terrified, which just heightened your uneasiness. You questioned yourself if this meant that the sky people had identified you as a danger, a barrier to their intended objective that needed to be removed. Fear sent shivers down your spine, and you felt a pang of homesickness as you missed your friend's reassuring touches – a reassuring embrace, encouraging words, and sympathetic looks.

Things that, in the Omatikaya, you knew no one would offer to you. Simply put, you weren't that close to any of them, and right now, you needed those delicate interactions the most.

To be comforted, to be understood.

What a shame.

You were nothing but an outsider, a nuisance – even, to some.

“Let’s go back, I’ll think about this.” As she spoke to Neytiri, Sylwanin gave her sister a consoling pat on the shoulder and a sympathetic look.

The exchange in front of you only made you feel more alone. It was almost a punch to your face when they started walking, brushing past you – only Neytiri giving you a glance to make sure you were following behind them. Tears threatened to fall out of your eyes as you made your way back to the hometree, the stress finally catching up to you. You missed home, missed not being under non-stop stress. 

Neytiri missed it as well. She was constantly second-guessing her choices due to the stress the sky people had caused her. Her home almost seemed like it wasn't hers because of the constant tension. And just now, the only thing on her thoughts was regret for including you in this. Neytiri wasn’t stupid, she could see it. She only needed to look into your eyes to understand the pain she had accidentally caused you. To be fair to her, she believed that going through this would make you stronger and a more respected member of the Metkayina. She didn't anticipate that she would feel fear for you. However, Neytiri couldn't afford to be sentimental in front of the daughters of other clans.

If she said that she had no sense of rivalry for you, she would be lying. It made perfect sense. You were graceful, patient, and proud of your land when she first saw you in the sea. Neytiri could only hope that you would feel the same way about her—that she was confident and courageous. Born to be a people's warrior. 

Sylwanin, on the other hand, felt stress not only for herself – but for her younger sister as well. They didn’t have much of an age gap, but she still saw Neytiri as a baby. She had to be scared for her, to look out for her in case any mishaps happened. When she first saw you there with Neytiri, talking to the sky people, she could only feel dread washing over her. She hadn't even attempted to show herself, ready to aim at the troops with her arrows if Grace tried anything out of the ordinary. 

No one could trust the sky people, not even Sylwanin herself. She only had to portray the part of seeming to trust them, to give the people of the Omatikaya some type of empty comfort. But that’s all that it was, empty words. Sylwanin was constantly trying to find a middle ground with the sky people, a way to keep both parties happy without any form of conflict. It was a hard task, something she didn’t know if she was doing right or wrong since there was no real answer to her question. 

There was a lot of stillness on the journey back to the hometree, and the atmosphere was tense since you were deep in concentration. The siblings were as well. You were all unaware of the sun lowering and gradually vanishing into the night. You ate dinner at this time, but you were still quite a distance from the hometree. The route home seemed to take longer than the one to the meeting place. However, it's also possible that it's all the worry about arriving late at home since you know they'll find out they took you to the sky people. A part of you anticipates that the entire family will be at odds with one another, with the chiefs accusing their daughters of being careless and irresponsible.

A sigh escapes you as the hometree comes into view, ready for whatever was coming. 

When you had first woken up today, you had felt confident, fearless, even. But now that almost seemed like ages ago, a distant memory that proved you to always be on your toes around the Omatikaya.

It didn’t take long for the first glimpse of hostility to make its way to Eytukan’s face. As soon as he saw you enter with his two daughters, he was well aware of where you three had disappeared to. Mo’at could only curse her daughters for their stupidity in her mind, they had won their father’s blessing to try and arrange some sort of peace with the sky people – and they had brought you along. It wasn’t just irresponsible, it was beyond understanding. 

Only Mo’at knew what would happen once Eytukan started speaking his thoughts.

“You two, with me.” Eytukan spoke towards his daughters, casting a small glance your way.

And you were left alone once again, in the circle where everyone was peacefully eating – blissfully unaware of the events that bittered your day. A deep sigh escaped past your lips, leaving your chest feeling a sense of emptiness at the end of it. You had no appetite, the smells and look of the food displayed in front of you did nothing to change that. 

From afar, Tsu’tey stared at you with a frown on his face. Even he could see how exhausted you were from all of this by simply your back. With a small huff of air, he started moving towards you – brushing past his fellow warriors, ignoring their calls of curiosity. Once he was close to you, he gently rested his hand on your shoulder, your eyes turning to look at him with surprise. 

“Let us sit.” – He spoke gently. 

The two of you did as he spoke, his hand still not leaving your shoulder. And to be quite frank, you were grateful for the touch. Even if it was a small one, it was exactly what you needed right now. Tsu’tey himself could tell that, by the way he could psychically feel your body relax under his touch, see with his own eyes as your back relaxed into a more comfortable sitting position. His eyes scanned your body quickly, in search of any injuries or scrapes he should be aware of. But thankfully, nothing.

“Are you okay?” 

And something inside you seemed to snap at those words, as silent tears started to fall from your eyes. Tsu’tey could only look in surprise, moving closer to your body so your bodies were touching while you sat next to him. One of his arms wrapped around you, bringing you closer to him – his chin resting on top of your head. The sudden hug made you only let out your sobs, quietly not to disturb anyone else around you – but loud enough for Tsu’tey himself to hear. It was an intimate moment, something you swore no one would give to you – and that realization only made more tears fall from your eyes.

You wanted to say sorry, embrace him back, and shoo him away all at the same time. You wanted to present a tough front so that people would see you as the admirable daughter of the clan chief you were assigned to portray. Neytiri didn't cry when she witnessed her own land being destroyed and taken by people she was helpless to stop, yet here you were crying out of stress and loneliness while surrounded by the Na'vi you were supposed to call home. In the arms of a friend you had just barely made.

“It’s okay.” – Tsu’tey tried comforting you awkwardly.

He wasn’t good with words, but he tried his best to give you some type of comfort. He knew crying was a big deal, that you were probably self-conscious of doing it. But Tsu’tey didn’t want you to end up like him, restraining all your emotions. He tried his best to ignore the wandering judging eyes towards the both of you, but they did make him feel self-conscious – afraid of appearing soft in front of the clan.

With one hand remaining on your shoulder, he then started to back away. You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes and put on a brave front once more after the sudden loss of contact. It didn't help that you could actually feel the eyes on you and hear distinct whispering among the clan at the recently concluded display.

Mo'at did nothing but stare at the situation in front of her, both feeling appreciative of Tsu'tey and proud of him. Despite the fact that she thought Tsu'tey's display of affection was a little strange, she was well aware of its meaning. He recognized himself in you and felt a sense of solidarity with you. Mo’at always knew Tsu’tey carried the world on his shoulder, but she never knew how to approach the subject nor how to voice out her worries to Eytukan or her own daughter, Sylwanin.

She could definitely sense Tsu'tey's resentment for them. It wasn’t visible, nor did he act upon it, but she could tell from the way his shoulders tensed whenever they were around. She could tell that whenever Sylwanin was there, he tried to keep a space between them by purposefully ignoring her. Mo'at regretted granting her daughter's wishes for her to mate with Tsu'tey and letting her do as she pleased. It wasn't that she didn't like him; rather, it was only that it made him feel more stressed. She assumed Tsu'tey must have had a similar feeling when Sylwanin initially enquired about the topic, which is why she was so determined to give Sylwanin her blessings.

But the more the days went by and she saw the dynamic, the more she blamed herself for allowing it to occur. What was left to be done? The only thing left to do was introduce themselves to Ewya as a couple as their relationship had already been made known to the clan.

With the manner Tsu'tey sealed his heart, something was undoubtedly unlikely to occur.

“I’m sorry, thank you.” – You said quickly, a small smile grazing your features at his compassion.

Tsu’tey only gave a nod your way, his mind elsewhere now that you seemed to have calmed down slightly from the stress. His insides burned with anger, a bitterness that has been growing for quite a while – ever since Sylwanin announced their commitment to each other. He blamed Sylwanin for this. She opened up to him, always, in hopes he would do the same, but he never had ever told her what went through his head. The only thing he made sure she knew about him was his complete unhappiness by being by her side. 

So he decided to take action. Standing up and moving away from your side, he followed where Eytukan and his daughters had disappeared to – the quiet place they often held their more serious meetings, away from prying eyes. Tsu’tey didn’t pay mind to the warning glance he received from Mo’at as he brushed past her, a scowl persistent on his face already at the mere thought of Sylwanin. He didn’t care he could hear Eytukan’s voice already scolding both of them, he, as the future Olo’eyktan, had to also give his piece of mind on the matter. He had always done so for past meetings and mishaps, this wasn’t about to be different.

“Tsu’tey.” Eytukan voiced out, acknowledging his presence in the room with a quick glance his way.

Sylwanin visibly tensed at the mere mention of his name, knowing what was already in store for her. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone how much Tsu’tey distrusted the sky people, Sylwanin even wondered if he deliberately hated the sky people because he disliked her – hating not only her but whatever cause she stood for.

“You took Tawukoi’s only daughter to the sky people?” – Tsu’tey hissed out, eyes shifting between Sylwanin and Neytiri. “Have you lost your mind?!”

Neytiri’s and Sylwanin ears flattened, as they casted a shameful glance towards the ground at his words. 

“We – “ Sylwanin tried to speak, but was quickly cut out by Tsu’tey.

“We what? Didn’t think about what could go wrong? Didn’t think the sky people could harm her because she was different?” – Tsu’tey went on.

Eytukan was standing by his side as he observed the situation; he was now immediately in front of them. Since he recognized that his daughters had disgraced the clan with their decision today, the current chief leader had no intention of stepping in to stop Tsu'tey from reprimanding them. Not only did they put too much trust in the enemy, but they also showed them an important person to the Omatikaya. They needed to hear this, they needed to feel the consequences of their actions – to really understand how much of a mistake it was.

“Didn’t think about our sister's feelings?” – Finally, Tsu'tey growled, his hand pointing in the general direction of your location.

Eytukan caught a glimpse of Tsu'tey out of the corner of his eye, noting the younger na'vi's restless posture. A feeling of content washed inside of him, a sense of pride giving him confidence that he had picked the right one to lead the Omatikaya one day. Tsu'tey was concerned not only for your physical wellbeing but also for your feelings. And Eytukan could think of nothing else he wanted from him.

Even if he didn't love his daughter, Tsu'tey was a wonderful na’vi in Eytukan's eyes.

“Feelings?” – Sylwanin scoffed, eyes still straining to the ground.

Then, in a quick shift of emotions, her feelings of shame were soon transformed into a blinding rage. She fearlessly looked into Tsu'tey's gaze, tears stinging at the corners of her eyelids. Even though it was the first time he had ever seen Sylwanin this upset, he hadn't even flinched at the sight of her tears; there was simply no sign of sympathy on his features.

“Because you care so much about other people’s feelings, right?” She breathed out, a mocking smile making its way to her face.

Sylwanin felt her sister's hands softly contact hers in an effort to soothe her down in a peaceful and meek manner, but she instantly slapped the touch away without even giving Neytiri a second thought. In a last-ditch effort to get Tsu'tey's attention, the resentment she had been harboring for his ongoing disregard for her emerged.

Tsu’tey felt nothing at her words, even though he knew they were meant to hurt him.

He was desired, but never loved. 

If she genuinely loved him as much as she claimed to, she would never have taken away the one freedom he had ever known.

“And you?” Tsu’tey asked her back, with the same venomous tone she had used. “Cared a lot about my feelings when you forced me into a loveless relationship, didn’t you?”

As soon as he finished his words, a hiss escaped her throat. Sylwanin felt attacked, but mostly, betrayed due to his actions. 

“I’ve only ever thought about what was best for you!” – She said.

“And how do you know what’s best for me?” 

The lovers stared at each other with what could only be described as hatred. The other two in the room awkwardly shifted in their places, tense to move but feeling ashamed of walking away from the fight now. Sylwanin scoffed at him, taking in all the words he had just said to her. 

“Also ‘sister’? It’s astonishing how you seem to care more about an outsider than your own mate!” – Sylwanin hissed out.

Tsu'tey regarded her from above, a scoff of amusement escaping his lips as a look of bewilderment crept across his features. Sylwanin seemed to be purposefully oblivious to what he had just said to her. She either had no way of understanding him or had shamelessly chosen to ignore the harsh truth of his disregard for her.

“Sylwanin. Watch your words about Tawukoi’s daughter.” – It was Eytukan who hissed out, finally stepping in to try and ease the situation. 

“Yes, our sister.” – Tsu’tey emphasized the word, his gaze never wavering from Sylwanin’s. “Has done nothing but treat me kindly, opposite from you.” 

Another hiss came from Sylwanin, but this time it was weaker – with no apparent strength behind it to fight against Tsu’tey anymore. 

It was bitter. 

All the love and effort she had invested in attempting to win Tsu'tey over to her seemed to have been in vain and had been a dismal endeavor. Sylwanin blamed him, how could her clear attempts be despised? When she first saw Tsu'tey and fell in love with him, she knew he needed a break. A refuge, someone who would support him whenever he needed it without passing judgment on him—while still honoring him as the legendary warrior of the Omatikaya. All she had ever done was for him, and she wanted to be that for him.

The peace attempts with the sky people were for him. 

Sylwanin knew that what brought him the most work was training the people for war. But if she somehow learned and led the people to peace, she could earn the rights to be by his side – to be seen as his woman. 

Unknown to her, Tsu’tey resented her views. 

He didn't need a break, nor did he require her to facilitate his work. He was prideful, and took great pleasure from accomplishing his own achievements – winning battles due to his leadership and bravery.

Tsu’tey never once said he wanted someone next to him, someone he could lean on. Even though he did want it – not in a single moon had he thought it would be a forced love. He was a simple man, he wished love would come naturally – wished to chase and win over his loved one’s heart with shows of leadership and admiration. But with Sylwanin, she hadn’t ever even asked him how he felt. The few emotional exchanges they had involved her being angry that he couldn't love her the way she did.

Maybe in another lifetime, in different settings, Tsu’tey would be in love with Sylwanin. 

Perhaps another story.

But not this one, Tsu’tey told himself bitterly.

“That’s enough.” Eytukan spoke out softly, feeling sorry for both parties. “Both of you.”

Neytiri awkwardly embraced her sister’s side, trying her best to comfort her in any way she could. She sent a glance towards Tsu’tey, silently telling him to leave. 

And he was more than happy to oblige. 

Eytukan's palm on the top of his chest quickly stopped him as his body twisted to go. As soon as they locked eyes, the touch was gone. A simple interaction that Tsu’tey knew the meaning behind – compassion. Tsu'tey gave Eytukan a slight nod before heading back to the hometree's main area. Now nearly empty, its occupants were making their way to their beds to peacefully wrap up the day. Blissfully oblivious to the ongoing conflicts in the chief's own family.

When you finally spotted him, his eyes were the first to catch your drowsy ones and yours appeared to sparkle with wakefulness. You quickly got up from where you were sitting and moved in his direction, meeting him halfway.

“Are you okay?” – You asked softly, voice low for only him to hear – even with no one around you.

Tsu’tey hesitantly nodded, choosing to not stress your mind further than it already was. You had endured so much already by simply living amongst the Omatikaya, away from your family and friends, only now to be shoved in the middle of the sky people. 

“You should go rest.” He rested his hand on your shoulder, his voice now gentle – coping the same tone as yours.

You were aware of the conflicts that had just taken place. Even if you hadn’t heard, or seen anything, it was evident by the tired look Tsu’teys eyes carried, the way his shoulders were tense when training had ended about hours ago. It was all a clear sign of the stress he had gone through, potentially another fight between him and Sylwanin. 

Your hands rested on top of his hand that was on your shoulder still, as you hesitated in saying your next words.

“I see you, brother.” – A simple breath.

You could tell Tsu'tey was surprised when you spoke those words by the way his gaze swept over your face in surprise. Even if you were genuinely nervous to utter them, he needed to know that he wasn't the only one going through this. That he would always have a friend or supporter by his side, and that you were one of them or at least willing to be. If he so wished for it. It was a little phrase with a profound significance. It's almost as if you're inviting him to be himself and to confide in you freely. 

A small tender smile made its way to Tsu’teys face, as once again, words failed him. 

Without wanting to make him uncomfortable, you were quick to pull your hands away – and Tsu’tey did the same, moving away the hand that was on your shoulder. He felt… thankful. It astonished him, never had he expected the first person to mumble those words to him to be from another clan. But he could only thank Ewya inside his head for giving him yet another peaceful moment with you. 

“Thank you.” – He breathed out gently, his head bowing slightly to you in respect before he could stop himself.

You were quick to do the same, trying your best to adjust to whatever custom the Omatikaya had. 

“You should get some sleep.” Tsu’tey said once again.

But this time, you were happier to do as he suggested. You knew that your effort to help him in relaxing had been successful when you noticed some tension releasing from his shoulders and fatigue catching up to him. Being able to help the Omatikaya in any way fills your heart with pride; after all, it was your mission to do so. And Tsu’tey was one of the most important people to the Omatikaya’s future.

With a quick smile and farewell, you were off – climbing the main root that now felt familiar to you. It nearly felt like a soothing analogy to finally going asleep—resting your tired body after a long day of stress.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of envious eyes blazed in the hometree's gloom.

How could you do this?

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I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

Tw: none, just fluff. so much of it. blame Taylor swift’s songs for being the best thing that has ever happened. Since my brain isn't letting me write the second part for this love I wrote this instead hehe. This is based on that one line in New Year's Day. I heard it and I couldn’t stop thinking about how it’d make for a perfect prompt.

He looks at her. Because somehow that makes things easier for him. Sometimes he feels like this is a dream and he might just wake up any second. Sometimes he wonders what he did to deserve her because there is no way in hell that someone as beautiful and understanding as her would ever be with someone as pathetic and boring as him. He looks at her like she is the sun. Resting in the warmth she gives off. When she smiles, it radiates a calming warmth like nothing else. The peace and hope her warmth gives off fills his heart with overwhelming amounts of love and devotion. 

So, he sits down next to her and stares with astonishment at how the person he loves has brought so much colour to his life. And he blissfully wonders if she knows how much beauty she radiates every time she laughs or smiles, and how every time he looks at her his heart soars and fills with joy, he feels as if time could never catch up with him.

He wonders when he’ll be able to tell her how he feels without stuttering and mumbling. They have been together for almost 2 years now, but it feels as though they have been together forever because he cannot imagine his life without her.

‘I love you' these three words are always on the tip of his tongue. Anytime, anyplace it doesn't matter.

Funnily enough, he used to struggle with saying those words but then he discovered something peculiar.

“You remembered? Oh my god!"

Her voice echoes as she enters the Batcave. She rushes in with a big grin on her face and he knows exactly what she is thinking. Bruce knows that face all too well. She skips a few steps and gives him a tight embrace. He eventually melts into it.

"I can't believe this bruce! You remembered and I only mentioned it once- and you-" she sniffles as her grasp on him tightens. His fingers slowly run through her hair, and he murmurs "do you like it?" "Like? Bruce, I love it. I love you. But you didn’t have to- This complete set of merchandise is so expensive Bruce. So expensive, it's worth my one month's salary."

"Love, I'll give you anything you want all you have to do is say. I'll give you the stars, the moon, and the fucking planets." Bruce inhales her scent and sighs. God, he cannot think about how he would ever live without her. Her eyes seemed to have teared up at his words and she just squeezed his hand three times in reply.

His eyes were piqued with curiosity. He asked her what the gesture meant. “It means I love you,” she whispered, her voice was so soft it was scarcely audible. But he heard it. a smile made its way onto his face; he immediately squeezed it back. and no, he didn’t stop after three; he repeated the gesture six times.

From that day onward, Bruce repetitively told her ‘I love you.’ Sometimes he squeezed her hand randomly- before he left for his nocturnal ventures.

Aside from that sometimes when it was just the two of them alone in the Batcave, he would casually tap out the gesture with his finger on the desk.

tap. tap. tap.

She would look up from her book and make eye contact with Bruce who was sitting across the room. She knew what it meant. She somehow always did.

Bruce said I love you all the time now, more often than the ones she said out loud.

She realized that he had a unique way of declaring his love, and it was okay because, in the end, it was the love that mattered.

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #battinson x reader #batman x reader #battinson #batman 2022 #the batman #robert pattinson

[justrandomthoughs]

Yandere Aemond "Take Me to Church" Hozier

Headcannons/drabbles (idk what you could call this lol)

TW: death, Sexual Activity (not too explicit), unhealthy relationships

My lover's got humor

She's the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody's disapproval

You are a near opposite to Aemond, something that shines bright and covers all with their warmth

Though some might think it’s not ladylike or proper, he loves that even in somber times you find a way to let that light of yours shine through

While he knew all eyes would be on the two of you after your muffled giggle, he couldn’t help but give a light chuckle along with you. Not even a funeral could stop your brilliance from shining and he’s just glad that you allow him to bask in your presence

I should've worshiped her sooner

If the Heavens ever did speak

She's the last true mouthpiece

Often Aemond thinks about what you’ve said to him. How he needs to learn to control his temper, and how there are times when he should move on instead of carrying a grudge. Always trying to bring out the best of him, the best the both of you know is there.

He knows you are right; he knew it even then. But he fucked up again, letting the wounds of the past effect the present. After his fight during dinner with his family, and when his eye connected with yours, that’s when it hit him fully.

The look in your eyes. Anger. Betrayal. Disappointment. Pain. Gods. How fucking stupid can he be. You were the angel on his shoulder trying to guide him to the right path, yet there he was letting the devil in him take control. He can’t possibly hope to bring you down to his depravity, but he can hope for redemption. If only you will still allow him that.

"We were born sick", you heard them say it?

Even though the relationship the two of had would often get whispered about due to Aemond’s clear obsession, he couldn’t care. And he’ll make sure you feel the same when you are underneath him.

While giving you absolute devotion, drawing orgasm and orgasm from you, he’ll tell you about how those whispers are just jealousy. If that was true—if the two of you were so wrong together—why would you be feeling so good right now.

The pleasure both of you get from another couldn’t be born out of depravity—of sickness. No. It’s clear this is a part of a greater will. The two of you are fated to burn together, to burn brightly. Blinding those who can’t handle your light and burning those who get too close.

She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"

The only Heaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alone with you

True tranquility for Aemond is within your embrace, even just your presence will bring him at ease. You make him feel so calm, confident, assured. You bring out the best of him. He vows to give you everything and more as a thank you.

Though he’s often dominant in his love for you, when he hears of any request—big or small—he’s instantly switching from what he’s doing to fulfilling your wishes. If you want to sit on his face for hours—just allowing him to show you the love he holds for you—then he’s already got into position gazing at you with his blue eye. Jaw clenching and unclenching out of excitement for the meal to come.

Even after focusing on only your pleasure for the last hour, Aemond worships you solely and fervently. Not only is he alone with you—with no one else to take your attention away—he’s also giving you pleasure. He’s truly like a devotee praying to their gods, his words of devotion whispered between every kiss, lick and bite.

I was born sick, but I love it

Command me to be well

A-, Amen, Amen, Amen

Take me to church

While Aemond finds nothing wrong about his obsession with you, as you are someone who absolutely deserves devotion, he has uncertainties about himself and if he’s worthy of your grace. He’ll offer you anything as tribute. Anything to keep you beside him. His entire being is yours to command should you wish it.

By following your wishes Aemond finds spiritual awakening. Making you happy is his purpose. Being by your side is the reason he exists. Fulfilling your will is his destiny to enact. He is ecstatic that you’d even think of him as useful, as someone worth telling your desires to—confident in the knowledge that he will get it done. His self-worth is founded in you. Rest assured; thy will be done on earth so he can make it your heaven.

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

If you were to ever kill Aemond, he would not hold it against you. Clearly, he must have deserved it. Even through lies, violence and screams, you can do no wrong. All will be forgiven and understood by him, as long as he is still by your side. He’d rather live with you shortly, and die by your hand, then spend the rest of his life without you. Though Aemond wants to spend the rest of your lives together, if he were to die, he’d want it to be while he’s protecting you or at your hands.

His life is only yours to end, be it by battle fighting for you, or because you will it. Either way, Aemond makes sure that even in his last moments alive his devotion to you are those filling his mind.

If I'm a pagan of the good times

My lover's the sunlight

To keep the Goddess on my side

She demands a sacrifice

Drain the whole sea

Get something shiny

Something meaty for the main course?

Again, whatever you desire you will get. Aemond makes sure of it. How else can he be assured that your light will stay with him. That you won’t orbit someone else and give them the grace he so desires to feel.

Kingdoms would be burnt for you. Why else did Vhagar, the war veteran that she is, choose Aemond? She could clearly tell that he needed one of the strongest dragons known to humanity to enact your will through Aemond. That he needed a dragon strong enough to match the burning passion he has for you. Something to match the destruction Aemond would cause if anything were to happen to you. With Vhagar, he can burn the world for you.

Should anyone displease you, their head will be yours. Aemond sees no reason that the lives he’d take for you—those who threatened you, your happiness, your will—aren’t yours to take. No action he preforms on your decree could be foul, not to him. If doing horrible acts will keep you with him, so be it. One does not get blessed by the divine without some sacrifice. He’ll prove he’s worth your grace through his limitless devotion. Nothing is too much.

No masters or kings when the ritual begins

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene

Only then I am human

Only then I am clean

Just the two of you. Bodies as ones. Hearts beating together. That is his heaven. While at first, he might have felt it sacrilege to dirty you with the sexual depravity he feels for you, when you give yourself to him—offering to become one with him—his once frigid self-control melts permanently. Now that he’s been offered a taste of the ambrosia that is you, he can’t live without it.

He feels bad when he takes in your teary eyed faced filled with pleasure, the thin sheen of sweat on your body, and the pathetic noises that keeps tumbling out of your mouth as he fucks you. Only momentarily, as he knows this is what you wanted. You wanted to bless his senses with your erotic state. To show him how important he is to you. Aemond, in these moments, gets a chance to possess all your senses and thoughts just like you do for him constantly.

Together, no one else matters. Nothing is more important than the smile on your face, the laughter that comes from your lips, and the gorgeous eyes that look into him like he’s the only person in the world. With you there is nothing else. Nobody else. A sanctuary against all the chaos occurring around the two of you.

#aemond targaryen x reader #prince aemond #yandere aemond #yandere hotd #aemond x reader #yandere aemond x reader #songfic

[ice-cap-k]

Get Some Rest

Cross-posted on AO3 here: Get Some Rest

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“Skizz! Psst! Skizzleman…”

“I think we have to be louder, Grian. Try getting closer.”

“If I got any closer I’d be on top of him. Skizz! Come on, wake up old man.” 

Skizz didn’t want to wake up. He was just so nice and cozy and warm in his bed. Even Kevin Bubbles Malone Refrigerator Jimmy Mad-Eye Dugon complained from his spot on top of the covers. The poor pup whimpered in annoyance as he covered his ears with his paws. Skizz wished he could do the same. Instead, he settled for pulling the pillow over his head as he rolled over. “I don’t want ta-” he managed to mumble. 

“Well, you gotta,” Grian said with a huff. “If me and Scar can’t sleep, then neither can you.”

“Meh.” 

“Well if that ain’t the comeback of the century.” 

“Don’t just stand there doing nothing, Scar. Help me.”

The wonderful warmth of his blanket vanished as someone pulled it away. The cool air came as a shock to his half-asleep system, but he kept his eyes screwed shut even as he reached after it. The two tricksters were too fast, though. The blanket was flung off his bed before he had a chance to snatch it back. Defeated, he could only grumble into his pillow and wish for them to disappear. “Let me sleep. Go bother Impulse instead.”

“We tried-” Scar started, only to have Grian cut him off. 

“Impulse said he’d throw a crucifix at us if we didn’t leave him alone.”

“And you’re the only other one of the Dads left,” Scar added. “I still can’t believe Impulse, though. He’s always so nice and polite, and here he went and threatened us. It’s so unlike him.” 

It was unlike his buddy to go and do that, but then again sleep deprivation made people act out in some wild ways. He might be tempted to do the same if he had a crucifix in arm’s reach. Not that he’d ever actually go through with it. Well, maybe… No, he’s just joshing with himself. Alas, all he had was an alarm clock, and that was plugged into the wall. Not a good choice for a projectile. Speaking of which…

Skizz dared to crack one eye open to get a look at the clock. The number 3:16 glowed bright green back at him in the dark. There were two things very wrong with this picture, and he was stashing away the fact that Scar and Grian had slipped into his house uninvited without so much as turning on a light as the one to address later. 

“Dudes, do you realize how late it is?”

“It’s dark,” Scar provided unhelpfully. 

“And it’s late,” Grian said with a smile. He threw open the blinds to Skizz’s bedroom, leaving a clear view of the stars twinkling outside. “As far as I’m concerned, that makes this the perfect time to go looking for ghosts. Let’s go back to Tanglewood and do a hunt!”

At this point, Skizz had given up on the possibility of them just going away and leaving him be. With a massive amount of effort, he managed to push himself up to a seat and out of the warm embrace of his bed. Kevin looked just as put out as he felt. He doesn’t blame the poor pup for crawling off the mattress and padding out of the room to look for someplace quieter to sleep. 

“No guys. We are not doing a hunt right now. It’s way too late for that. I need my beauty sleep and so do you.”

“We already told you we can’t sleep,” Scar said with a shake of his head. 

“Then you should go be at rest, or whatever else it is you guys can do,” Skizz shot back, throwing his hands up.

“We can go on a hunt,” Grian said again, a mischievous smile on his face. “That’s what we can do.”

“Come on Skizz.” Scar’s eyes become glossy as soon as he sees the look on his friend’s face. “Just one more. We can go back to the house. I can set up the motion sensors in the garage and Grian can do his spirit box thing… And you! Oh! You could run the camera this time instead of Impulse. And then if we get lucky we could find ourselves a monkey paw-”

“Or,” Skizz butt in. “And here me out with this one. Honestly, it sounds fantastic. Sounds like we’ll have ourselves a lot of fun and all, but how about we wait for tomorrow?” 

‘Never mind that they probably wouldn’t be able to do any of those things,’ he thinks to himself. Almost 90 percent of everything Scar just said was literally impossible right now. But he doesn’t dare say that out loud. He can already see the smile drop off his two friends’ faces and it makes Skizz feel bad. Really bad. Gosh they look so disappointed. He was always such a softy. “Aww, no long faces. Just think about it for a moment, really. We already had a pretty bad run yesterday. If the three of us go at it right now on our own, we’re never going to get the job done. That ghost is going to flatten us like pancakes and eat our faces for breakfast.” 

Grian didn’t look too pleased. “You mean ‘flatten us and eat our faces for breakfast again,’ right?” 

Skizz could only shrug. “Yeah. I mean again.”

“Then what do we do?” 

“We go tomorrow. Us three, and a well-rested Impulse with an actual set of equipment and the van… Hey, we could even ask Gem to help us out this time. She can watch our backs while we scope the place out.”

“Then what are me and Grian supposed to do until then,” Scar asked, sounding pretty sheepish. “We thought maybe a big strong Skizz would be able to handle it. Work some of his crazy Skizzleman magic.”

Stay strong Skizz. You have to stay strong for the sake of sleeping, and for the sake of tackling tomorrow well rested. He needed to be in tip top condition to catch some ghosts. But then he saw that Scar brought out the puppy dog eyes. Big wide glistening brown eyes of sadness and sweetness and he can feel himself melting the longer he looks at them. 

“If you think that flattery will get you anywhere…”

“Then you’re right,” both he and Grian say at exactly the same time.

“And you know me too well,” Skizz finished with a sigh. These two really did know him too well. He takes one last longing look at his cozy bed, because he knows what he has to do. And he doesn’t like it. “Fine. How about this, dudes? How about I go back to hang out with you guys until the morning? Then I’ll go get Impulse and Gem and we can go ghost hunting then. How does that sound?”

Grian looked a little skeptical, but he knew by the smile plastered across Scar’s face that this was happening. “Absolutely!” 

“Alright. Let me grab my coat and some shoes. Gentleman, let’s get ready to go.”

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“I thought the weird hissing noise meant that it was an Oni?”

“No, apparently. Like, I don’t get it either. I don’t know why it means it’s not an Oni, but Impulse keeps saying that’s how that works. Right Skizz? Skizz…? Helloooo… Earth to Skizz!”

Grian’s loud voice jolts Skizz back awake before the tires can hit the bumps on the side of the road. He really shouldn’t be driving while drowsy like this. 

“You alright, Skizz,” Scar asked from the back seat. “Do we need to talk louder to help you stay awake?”

Grian tapped his fingers against the dashboard. He looks a little nervous, but then again he didn’t have much reason to be nervous about the situation right now. Skizz caught the young man shooting him a few sidelong glances out the corner of his eye and figured Grian must be more worried for his sake than his own or Scar’s. “You probably shouldn’t be driving drowsy like that. Want me to drive?”

“Oh please. You can’t drive,” Skizz huffed. 

“Very true, and for more reasons than one.” 

“We’ll talk louder,” Scar piped in, practically shouting into Skizz’s ear. Somehow, the man in the back seat managed to project his voice loud enough to leave Skizz’s ears ringing.

He wasn’t about to start dealing with that for an extended period of time. “Nope! No. No need for that. I’m good. We’re all good. We’re almost there anyway. I can stay awake for the next mile and a half.”

The other two didn’t respond right away, and the silence quickly became awkward. He could only endure so much time without background noise to focus on. There was always the radio. He was just starting to debate whether or not he should turn on some tunes when Grian spoke up once more. “Are you seriously going to stay with us all night?”

“Sure dude.” He flicks on the blinker as he pulls up to a stop sign. “It’s kinda my fault things went wrong earlier today. I’m the one who opened my big mouth when she came out to play. I sort of owe you guys.”

“Not true,” Scar jumped in. “That ghost was just an angry jerkface.”

Skizz could see Grian nodding in agreement in the rearview mirror. “We all were triggering hunts left and right. We’re lucky it wasn’t worse.”

“Yeah, but I still feel bad.” 

“Don’t,” Scar insisted. He added a little more quietly, “but we’d really appreciate the company if we’re not going back to check the house.”

,

“We’re not,” Skizz confirmed. “There’s no way I’d be able to pull it off.”

“We,” Scar corrected him. “You mean ‘we.’”

Skizz nodded. “Sorry. I mean ‘we.’ But we can chill out until everything gets sorted. And if this will help you guys, then maybe I can even get some sleep myself.”

Grian scoffed. “Outside?”

“Sure. Stranger things happen all the time.”

“Thank’s Skizz. You’re the best dad ever.”

Gosh, that nickname was still so weird. But the weirdness wasn’t enough to keep the sentiment from making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Awww, stop it.” 

The car came rolling to a stop alongside the open field. They were just outside the edge of the suburb where they frequently checked Tanglewood for ghosts. Nobody was around. They were all probably asleep in their beds like normal people who didn’t get pestered by their friends in the middle of the night. You know, the boring kind of normal people. Skizz threw open the driver-side door and stepped out into the cool night air. He rubbed at his shoulders, glad he had thought to bring his coat along. He didn’t hear the back door of the car open or close, but wasn’t surprised when Grian and Scar caught up to him.

“Which way was it again?”

“Over there,” Scar says, pointing towards a familiar row of trees. “It’s honestly a lovely spot. We could probably find you a nice mossy place between the roots to get comfy in.” That got a few giggles from Grian. 

It’s a bit of a hike, but the promise of sleep is plenty of motivation for Skizz. Even if that meant sleeping on the ground. The dew had just started soaking into the hem of his pants when they reached the first tree in the line. 

“It really is a nice place you two have here,” Skizz said as he leaned against the trunk. “Remind me to visit more often.”

“Hardy har-har,” Grian snapped back, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Keep that up and it will be you staying here next time things go south. We’ll see how you like it then.” 

“Thanks for the offer. I think I’ll pass.” 

Scar looked much more comfortable to be back here at least. He was already settling down in the grass, taking a seat with criss-crossed legs. Skizz found himself marveling at how unfazed the man was by the dampness. The dew-laden grass brushed past his pants without leaving so much as a wet spot. “You and Impulse will find that monkey’s paw or the tarot cards, right?”

“Better believe it, dude.”

“And if everything goes wrong again, you both can hang out with us here until Gem figures out-” Grian started, but Skizz cut him off.

“Hey, don’t think like that. We’ve got this. Remember, we’re professionals. The best ghost hunters the world has ever seen.”

He can still make out a glint of skepticism in Grian’s eyes, but his friend doesn’t try to protest further. Instead, he settled down next to Scar in the grass. Skizz decided to join them, letting his back slide down the side of the tree trunk until he was seated in the damp moss lining its base. He frowned as the dew seeped into his clothes, but it wasn’t as bad as the grass. Things could be worse.

Scar yawned. He stretched his arms over his head in a nice big stretch. “Good,” he managed after the yawn faded. “I can’t wait to go back home and see Jellie.”

“Now how about you get some rest,” Skizz offered. “I’m here now. Just… I don’t know. Don’t move on or whatever it is that might keep you from coming back.”

“No worries,” Grian said, suppressing a yawn of his own. “We’ll be around. And if not, we'll see you on the other side tomorrow.”

“Grian! Don’t say things like that!” 

The young man made no attempt to correct himself. He broke into a fit of giggles before letting himself flop backward. His back hit the mound of dirt behind him and the laughter abruptly cut off as he vanished from sight. 

“Hey! Don’t go incorporeal on me now, mister! Someone’s got to teach you about the wonders of positive thinking.”

Scar started laughing too, though with less gusto than Grian. “Night Dad,” he said before falling backwards as well. Skizz watched as his remaining friend disappeared into the dirt mound behind him. 

It was quiet with the two of them gone. Only the sound of the breeze rustling through the leaves over his head was left to keep him company. He was alone now. Probably. Maybe. It was hard to tell with ghosts. 

Not that Skizz would have minded the company. Clearly, they were glad to have him nearby. So he settled down in his own bed of moss alongside the two graves and tried to get comfortable. He even made sure to face the mounds in case Scar and Grian needed him for any reason. Hopefully, they would let him get some sleep tonight… Then he felt the jab of a branch in his back and realized, yeah, he's not getting much sleep tonight.

Tomorrow he and Impulse would hunt down a cursed object and wish them back to life. They wouldn’t have to stay in those temporary graves for very long. But until then, he had to get whatever sleep he could get during this impromptu little sleepover. Going into a haunted building half awake was a surefire way to get himself a hole of his own right next to Grian and Scar’s. 

#whumptober 2023 #prompt no. 12 #“I'm up I'm up!” #hermitcraft #phasmophobia #creative writing #implied character death #drowsy driving #Grian #goodtimeswithscar #skizzleman #ghosts #losing sleep

[bastetwastaken]

Another snippet from the short (-glances nervously at the 20 pages I have-) story I'm writing exploring a scenario where Atem has been sentient the entire time he's been in the Puzzle, even when it wasn't completed, and all the random little moments in their relationship after Yugi solved it.

...........

We discovered that Yugi can touch me completely by accident. 

My host had taken to wearing the puzzle around his neck like some sort of strange talisman. 

Strange though it may be, I have to admit that it looks good on him, and I love that he wants to keep me close to him. 

It's an odd feeling, but over the months we've been together…almost a year now actually, I've come to admire him.

I mean, I always admired him on some level but now…now things are different. 

We're closer than we've ever been, he takes me everywhere with him, even occasionally lets me suggest something to do…Although he's not keen on the whole mind control thing I can do. 

But anyway. 

We were in Yugi's room one night, he had my puzzle in his hand as he was trying to decide which shirt to wear for a job interview the day after. 

I told him that both were disasters and the black one he preferred wearing was much more him. He told me that it was unsuitable for an interview. I disagreed. 

In one smooth motion he turned and threw a shirt at me. We both expected it to pass through my spectral form as usual but it didn't. 

It hit me. 

In the face. 

And I felt it. 

I felt it. 

Yugi and I stared at each other, stunned. Then slowly I moved to brush the shirt off my shoulder where it was still hanging uselessly and Yugi seemed entirely unsure of what to say. 

I mean, I wasn't faring much better. 

I held Yugi's gaze and slowly I moved a hand over to the desk beside me, placing my palm flat on the surface, and not passing through it. 

Yugi moved forward, he held out his hand and I knew what he was asking. I nodded and then his hand was resting over mine and I felt it. 

His touch was warm and soft and gentle and safe. 

He felt it too. 

"I can touch you." Yugi breathed out, surprised, and what could have been relief was clear in his tone. 

"Yeah…" I say softly, just as surprised as he is. 

"I…" Yugi pauses, withdraws his hand and then steps further forward, reducing the space between us and holding his arms out to the sides uncertainty. "This might be weird but, um, can I hug you?" 

I don't even speak, I have been so long without any form of contact, any sense of security and warmth…I just fall into his embrace.

The feeling of being held by someone else after so long is… I don't even know what it is. 

Yugi's arms are tight around me, my own fit so easily around him and I let my head rest against his shoulder. 

I feel safe. I feel secure. I feel…happy. 

No, ecstatic may be a better word, euphoric perhaps. 

I don't even care that the point of my puzzle is digging into my ribs where it's trapped between Yugi's hand and my back. This is just…everything.

#atem #yugi mutou #fanfic #ygo dm #puzzleshipping #Yeah it wasn't gonna be puzzleshipping but it's very much headed that way now and no one can stop me oops

[pepperycar]

Inspired by @itsavee4117 and @silenzahra “Cold place, warm hearts” part 4 TW freezing, crying, mentions of death.

Mario tried to run back to where he dropped Luigi, but the snowy fields looked the same in every direction. Freaking out, Mario looked for the Fire Bros. but they were nowhere in sight. Mario had lost Luigi. He clutched his hand to his racing heart as he ran towards the pine forest and stopped in a random spot of snow, just having to guess. He desperately dug his hands through the ice and snow. Only halfway through did he notice his gloves where covered in frost, his wrists slightly showing and completely blue. He didn’t care, he HAD to find Luigi. Mario felt warm, acid-like tears fall down his cheeks. He quickly wiped them, this wasn’t the warmth he had wanted. He wanted Luigi, to hug him, feel his warmth, cuddle him and never go, not after nearly losing him to the lava last time. This time it was the opposite. Luigi was going to die to the cold and by his own brothers stupidity. “WHAT WAS I THINKING?!” He yelled angrily. His voice barely making an echo across the icy fields. ‘Shrinking him probably made him freeze even quicker now with less body mass’ Mario thought ‘I need to find him NOW! Before he- before it’s to late! Otherwise he might- he could already be- no...’ he couldn’t finish that sentence. Mario dug frantically through the snow, his body starting to shake rapidly. He had to find Luigi soon before he froze himself. Then who’d warm Luigi up? Mario took a deep shaky breath and closed his eyes, only hearing the wind and the pounding of his own heart, Mario tried to focus. He hoped that their natural “twin sense” would help guide him. Trying to ignore his hurting heart and hyperventilating. He carefully lifted and moved his head like an owl sensing prey. He delicately pushed his hands through the snowy floor, desperate but slowly, feeling for anything out of place, anything soft but firm, squishy and hopefully warm. Mario jolted when he felt something move under his hand. He immediately grabbed it as gently as he could through panic. He pulled it up and- disappointment and sorrow covered his face. He was holding a Blue Biddybud by the leg. It looked at him angrily. “Uh wrong guy...” Mario muttered, putting it down. The Biddybud angrily burrowed its way back underground. Mario was lost in thought for a second ‘Biddybuds aren’t omnivorous right?’ He shook his head trying to bring comfort to himself ‘no no... they’re not... right?’ Panic set back in as he realised he was wasting precious time. He dug around until he found something else, this one actually nuzzled into him. ‘Luigi!’ Mario thought excitedly, Luigi was nuzzling into Mario’s hand trying to get warm. It had to be! Mario scooped it up and tears started appearing in his eyes. It was a small, white, star bunny with blue tipped ears. Mario started crying and set it down “s-sorry I-I was looking for someone else!” He cried. The Star Bunny scooted away, before a bright blue glow surrounded it. With a small twirl it puffed into a cloud of ice before reappearing revealing- “Lumalee?!” Mario cried confused. “Heheheheha! Frozen moustache has come to cry with me!” Lumalee exclaimed happily. “What’re you doing here?” Mario asked. Lumalee laughed maniacally “sitting in the cold, waiting for deaths cold comforting embrace!” He smiled. Mario shook his head, he’d never understand this creature. He was VERY confused when Luigi introduced him. A little star child, loving and asking for death. At the time Mario hadn’t questioned this, his main priority was checking Luigi over when they got home after the battle. ‘Oh mio dio! Luigi!’ Mario thought “Lumalee! Luigi’s in trouble, I need help! He-He... I gave him a mini mushroom and now he’s lost in the snow somewhere!” Lumalee just stared for a moment before erupting with maniacal laughter “HAHAHAHAHAHA he’s wanting to join me in freezing to DEATH!” He laughed, spitting the last word. “Lumalee!” Mario cried, now full on sobbing. “PLEASE! If Luigi dies because of me, I’ll never forgive myself!” He cried “please... help...” he sobbed clasping his hands together, getting on his knees, now desperate. “Please...” -to be continued.