#unfortunately I’ll never catch up to my brother though

[dapperenby13]

I’m officially taller than my older sister now. Go me ig.

#like by a centimeter #but still #unfortunately I’ll never catch up to my brother though #he’s like 6’1 #I’m just short of 5’10 #v says things

[beiasluv]

neteyam x human!reader

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•

a/n: the domestic bliss got me so, here it is / let’s say you guys are the same age /spoilers??

masterlist

enjoy!

being a human on pandora isn’t easy as you might think. breathing air? not possible without a mask. traveling around? quite difficult with human’s capability.

but those didn’t stop you from loving this planet any less.

you are one of those babies who didn’t got a chance to travel back to earth 10 years ago, and you are not complaining.

pandora is much quieter and more peaceful (well, not yet, and we are here for fluff)

spider is one of your friends, well your only friend, until you meet netayam and the sullys. spider taught you the na’vi language, until you are fluent to a certain level. you can catch many phrases, but, unfortunately, can not reply.

you first met neteyam when you were both still young. he was practicing hunting for fish and you were exploring around the forest

“ok, near the rock, just as dad told…,” a young blue na’vi mumbled to himself and stretched back his arm, holding his weapon. splash! a loud sound echoed from the water as the fish was caught dead by the sharp tip. “yes! dad! I did it! I caught a fish!”

“…dad?” he looked into the bush as he saw your (e/c) reflected by the sunlight.

he crawled closer to the bush as he saw you running away deep into the forest. without any delay, he followed your footsteps and scents. along the way, admiring your beautiful choice of path into the damp grassy area. there, he found you napping peacefully by a tree and woodsprites surrounded you. your hair contrasted the green grass perfectly, yet your exomask covers your face from his.

“…hey,” the boy nudged you slightly causing you to stirred awake.

“wh..who are you?” you gathered yourself quickly, hiding your face from him. “oh wait, do you even know what I am saying? um…sorry, Ohe can’t tukru na’vi (I can’t speak na’vi)”

“you are funny, because you are speaking it right now, i am neteyam, who are you?” he giggled “I haven’t seen you around before, let alone a human,” he turned your face towards him. he tapped playfully on your mask, examining it as he looked into it.

“i am um…(y/n), and I haven’t left the lab that much,” neteyam stared into your eyes. “you must be spider’s friend, he told me about his friends.”

“are you related to spider?! must be nice keeping you to himself,” he fake pouted. “i want to have more human friends, my brother have five fingers like you!”

“well, you can meet me again by the lab. I didn’t left it that much, because i don’t have friends, except spider, of course, but he likes to leave me alone in the forest,” you rolled your eyes and received a giggled from neteyam.

“i can be your friend! and i promise I’ll never leave you in the forest!” he grinned showing his whitey teeth.

it was easy to say that your life had never been the same ever since

your duty patrolling grace’s tank at the lab isn’t so boring as before, and you get to meet and know grace’s legacy, kiri

neteyam would visit the lab with kiri more often, making up excuses like he wants to make sure she is okay while visiting grace.

another reason he likes to see you in the lab, because he can touch your face without the difficulties of a mask. he likes to hold your hand and especially your pinkie.

you, neteyam, and kiri became greats friends. while sometimes you would visit them in the forest; you noticed neytiri wasn’t giving spider the warmest welcome, so you learned to keep a space from her

neteyam, the being the older brother he is, is always protective of you and his siblings. you two are often teased as the parents of the group.

neteyam will carry you wherever and whenever you want. even times when you insist you can walk on your own, but he will carry you through the jungle.

tuk is very attached to you, even though she is 2x bigger than you but she’s your baby sister.

kiri is your bestieee, and she definitely knows all the tea. you will always comfort her when she gets picked on for her hands.

“these pinkies are here for special reason, it is for pinkie promises. a special promise for special someone, and you are special to me, kiri,” she smiled back.

the middle brother, lo’ak, is quite reserved at first but you’ve managed to melt his wall away. your warmth that his brother couldn’t resist made him comforted every time he is around you.

he sees you as an older sister and you’ve managed to made him listen more than his own brother. you know how to cheer him up and comfort him wherever he felt that he is his brother’s shadow. you became soft mother figure to him.

jake, being somewhat of a human, took you under his wings. he sees you and neteyam often teasing each other, and that reminded him of himself. (neteyam: one down, one more to go)

he is always glad that there is someone helping him and his wife around the house. you were there to support his children emotionally and physically, sometimes.

well, years had passed and the ‘lovebirds’ had grown stronger ever than before.

everything was going smoothly, until two reasons.

one, the sky people are back again.

two, you have grown weaker than before.

your human body was great but you hoped that you could have an avatar of your own, and coincidentally, the lab had been creating one for you. (definitely neteyam did not asked for one and definitely he did not begged his grandma to help with consciousness transfer)

“we have to take your DNA, okay? my (y/n)…” neteyam ran his hand through your head and hair calming you down. “i don’t know ways to help you other than this, i don’t want to lose you, alright? you are my best friend.”

‘you are the love of my life!’ you thought. “yes, i know, neteyam, take my DNA even if it means i am dying soon.”

“no! you are not dying, the sky people are here, well, yes, they might be your species, but you are special to me, okay?” he sighed. “I will not lose my best friend, not to a problem we have a solution to.”

“i don’t know what are we fighting for! you know that i am about to die, why then worth trying something that can be passed on for spider or other human with more opportunities and possibilities than me!”

“please, dont make this harder, okay?”

“neteyam! neteyam! nete-“ and that was the last thing you saw, netayam holding you down and a scientist with an anesthesia.

…

“grandma, how is she taking it?” neteyam strolled hurriedly around your body.

“wait out, you hot-headed boy, she’s going through…”

“what- what is going on?”

“(y/n)! (y/n)!” the blue faced boy went ahead and hugged your body close.

“neteyam, glad to see you-“ “woah- you aren’t so big anymore, my- my feet! they’re huge! woah- i have a tail? look! woah- what- my ear is like a cat’s”

“woah- woah woah, take it easy, my (y/n), that’s what i went through for 15 years, you just had it for one minute and you’re going crazy!” he giggled. “see? it wasn’t so bad after all and what’s a cat?”

“silly of you, neteyam- but why the tree of souls?”

“got cha consciousness transferred, wouldn’t have it done the scientifac- scientific ways,” he tapped your forehead slightly. “i begged for grandma myself, glad she’s helping out, or we’re doomed.”

“thank you, neteyam.”

life didn’t get easier after that, but you were now together, at last.

the sullys welcomed you quickly and warmly. neytiri had some hard times but jake reminded her once again of their past.

-spoilers-

uncertain times calls for uncertain choices, the sullys decided to move to the metkayina for shelter.

neteyam and his siblings, along with you, flew across the ocean toward your temporary home.

the flight there was risky as you guys had to travel across the storms and oceans. neteyam held you tightly within his embrace the whole flight.

the first few weeks, he often cries whenever he is alone with you, saying you are his safe house.

“i- i want to go home, (y/n), i can’t do this anymore,” he sniffles on your lap.

“i am so sorry, nete, we are here now, i miss our home too, but this is for the best for the people,” you cradled him close.

“you- you shouldn’t say sorry, my (y/n), it’s not your fault,” he grabbed your hair tight as he cried.

“ow, nete, c’mon let’s go swim and calm down,” you swayed him like a baby and sang him songs.

at the ocean villages, the leader welcomed the sullys with not the warmest welcome but satisfying enough for the time. they must live and depend on it for now, that’s the least they could do.

kiri and you got called out for having five fingers which neteyam did not take it very well. he had been hostile towards anyone who made fun of your hands.

tsireya, ao’nung, and the rest welcomed them as well, although the boys could’ve been much friendlier in your thought.

tsireya and you kicked along pretty well, she’s beautiful, kind, caring, and hot. 😳 (sorry, not sorry)

of course, you gotta tease her with lo’ak, and how she told him ‘i see you’ before you and neteyam was a disgrace. you love her like a sister and adores her so bad.

likewise, she never misses a chance to tease you with neteyam.

“please, y/n, when? when are you going to do it!”

“not now, not never, does he even like me?” you pouted. “he calls me his best friend, i am obviously in the friend zone.”

“c’mon, please, that boy is head over heals for you,” she rolled her blue eyes. “when i taught you guys to swim, he is drooling over you underwater, almost choking himself unalive i supposed,” she giggled.

“maybe he is just amazed by the ocean, it is really pretty,” you sighed.

“girl- you are not taking hints.”

and boys are boys, they were fighting on the beach over kiri. kiri stood there laughing and her brothers getting themselves into the mess. while you walked out of the water sprinting towards neteyam and lo’ak, grabbing their ears and dragging them out.

“i apologize for my friends,” you laughed politely at ao’nung’s face.

“e- erm, i am sorry, too,” he was stunned by your face, dampened by the water, and your hair sticking to your body. ‘grrr’ neteyam scowling in the background behind your back to ao’nung.

“now if you please excuse us, i am so sorry, let me know if you want me to treat your wound as an apology,” you smiled and turned back to widened your eyes at neteyam and lo’ak.

“so- sorry” “sorry🖕”

“lo’ak!”

wound-tending sessions wasn’t as fun as watching them fight.

kiri took lo’ak and you took neteyam.

earning ‘ow’s and ‘ouch’s form neteyam you scolded him while patching him up.

“squeeze my leg if it hurts.”

he did tried not to but he ended up left some red marks on your legs.

during harsh and cold times, you still find your comfort in neteyam. you guys cuddle every night together before bed, and singing lullabies together, reminding each other of home.

neteyam likes to be the big spoon but you can be the big spoon, too, ever since your human form to your avatar form.

now for domestic stuffs in metkayinaa

you guys love to swim together in the ocean, and sometimes hiding the reefs (shh, they make a great place for a kiss on the cheek)

neteyam loves your hand, he will hold them wherever you go.

he loves finding pretty shells for you and clipping them onto your hair.

ao’nung having a crush on you, and tsireya told him off. because, obviously, she is your biggest shipper.

neytiri and jake knew there is no use separating you and neteyam, so one calls for a family meeting.

she noticed how her children received an emotional support whenever they need it from you. neytiri slowly accepted you into her family and realized that you had become more than a friend to their family, but a part of them. now, she sends a heartwarming smile for you. (neteyam, two down, it’s only you babe)

“thank you, (y/n), for taking care of my family,” she hugged you. “you are a part of us, never let them separate us apart.”

“I trust you, (y/n), i see a great potential in you, take care of my sons and daughters in this time of war,” jake touched his forehead against yours.

fond moments must come to an end; the thing they dreaded the most had arrived, the sky people

you guys fought until your very last breath, and every moments felt like it is your last

“go! y/n! go!” lo’ak and spider jumped into the middle pool of the boat, while neteyam took the gun.

“okay! love! on my count okay?” you shouted back.

“no! on my count- OKAY HE’S DOWN! 1…2-“ he was taken back by your push, and as of everything goes in slow motion. your body push his against the rails and made him fall into the pool.

the bullet made its way towards your chest, and everything flashes back. your mom, your dad, your lonely childhood, meeting him for the first time, meeting the sullys, growing up together, transferring your consciousness, traveling here, and fighting along side him.

you felt an impact within your body, and his eyes widened as you both fall into the water. he cradled your body in his as you both meet the impact of the water. slowly, your bodies submerged into the water and he pulled you out…and everything seems to black out.

…

“no no no no NO!” you heard neteyam screams.

“rip that cloth, RIGHT NOW!” jake shouted. “she is losing her consciousness!” you felt a burning sensation and a tightening sensation on your shoulder.

“is she alright DAD! SHE IS SHAKING! DO SOMETHING!” neteyam cries and clings onto your body.

“y/n…” tsireya hold your hand and her wet tears dropped on your arms.

“No! My child, my guardian protector!” Neytiri screamed in agony, as she lose her voice in the attempt.

“neteyam! take her to the village if you still want to have the love of your life,” he pushed her into his embrace. without a second thought, he calls his ilu and drove head straight to the village.

the boy waited impatiently in front of the village’s nurse. he traced back and forth and his breath hitched whenever the nurse made any noise. he prayed to the great mother that she will be fine. his meals were untouched and he didn’t bothered fighting along his brother’s side for once.

he loathed the demon ever than before, he prayed his mother would’ve finish him off the second time.

it has been three days and the family is back together. they’ve been healing together spiritually and physically, except one boy who refuses to join them, neteyam. he had been sitting in front of the nurse room for four days full, until he heard a sound.

“neteyam?”

“yes? is she alright?”

“go ahead and see her for yourself,” the nurse opened the curtain.

“(y/n)? are you awake?”

“ne- neteyam? are you hurt?”

“(y/n)! thank the great mother!” he hugged your body so tightly that you might rip apart. “i thought i had lost you!” he cling onto her lap. “promise me you’ll never take a bullet for me again! pinkie promise me!”

“i can’t make promises i can not keep, love…,” you smiled and knitted your ringer finger with his. “do you know what finger is this?”

“um…longer pinkie?”

“no,” you chuckled. “this is a ring finger, a ring is put in the right side for engagement and left for marriages.”

“then i will never have to lose you with our ring fingers attached,” he rest his forehead on yours.

“how could you lose me, when i see you,” you smiled and kissed his forehead.

“i see you too.”

today’s a great day to take care of yourself, 🤍

#avatar #avatar imagine #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #avatar the way of water #lo’ak x reader #fanfiction #neytiri #neteyam x you #avatar x reader

[lueurjun]

enemies to lovers with yeonjun

yeonjun x reader — in which you hate him and assume he hates you back, until you realise that maybe he never hated you at all. it’s a long one! requests are open if you want something specific <3

choi yeonjun is the bane of your existence

his mere presence— oof. it infuriates you for no reason

it wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t have to see him everyday

but unfortunately you do

because he’s your brothers (soobin) best friend and has been practically adopted by your family

dear soobin simps feel free to change your brother, i get it bae i totally get it

you can’t catch a break he’s practically moved in at this point

you’re tired of seeing this boy everywhere you look

cant you just go downstairs at 3 am for a glass of water without finding him shirtless in your kitchen munching on a sandwich??

your parents have more pictures of him in your house than of you

#favouritism

#hesthechildtheyalwayswanted

your hatred for him started when you were eight years old

it even caused a rift between you and soobin bc your dumbass bother picked HIS side over yours

#evenmorefavouritism

#justicefory/n:(

what did he do?

PURPOSELY spilled his grape juice all over the front of your trousers making it look like your eight year old self pissed yourself

on a park with fellow kids your age who are mean as hell

you got bullied pretty bad after that and though time moved on and they forgot, you never did

it stuck with you

get behind me i’ll rip his hair out

say the word and i’ll fight him for u

anyways from that day on you DETESTED him

and he’s dumb so he has no idea why but instead of asking

he decided to dislike you back because in his mind that’s the most logical thing to do

what an idiot am i right?

a handsome one tho;)

sorry:( we dislike him rn i still got ur back

constant squabbling over the smallest things because he didn’t know when to shut up and you just hated his face

but not really because if you swallowed your pride just a tad you would admit that you do see the handsomeness within him

don’t worry bae you can admit that you’d jump on his bones if you didn’t hate him so much

ahem. anyways.

you cannot stand him because he’s the devils spawn and he doesn’t deserve your praise

until you’re set to go to prom and you have a really cute date with someone you’d had a crush on for a really long time

yeonjun of course makes a comment about your appearance but you don’t even care

because you have a date with someone special

and he has to attend with soobin so who’s the real loser?

not him my love id love to go with soobin

they leave and you wait back for your date to pick you up

time is ticking by and you’re starting to get a little nervous

your parents are starting to look at you in sympathy and you absolutely want the ground to swallow you up

because you’ve been stood up and it becomes apparent when an hour has passed and still no show or text and you’re starting to feel insecure and stupid

ur perfect bby lemme at ‘em

just when you’re about to hang up your outfit and hide beneath your duvet covers

the doorbell rings and you spring up with immense happiness

because your date hasn’t forgotten you after all

only when you answer the door it isn’t your date

rather yeonjun?? standing with flowers?? and no soobin in sight??

your parents are literally cradling each other in awe

and you’re like ??

“i know being stood up sucks for you but it’s the perfect opportunity for me to make right whatever wrong i did… and ask you to be my date…”

he sounds nervous?? genuine??

there’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes that you just don’t have in you to crush

so you accept the flowers and press a kiss to his cheek before eventually taking his arm

“i kinda don’t wanna go to the prom anymore… can we just go get something to eat? unless you wanna go?”

he seems kinda surprised for a second but then he grins with that stupid little twinkle in his pretty little eyes that admittedly have you swooning

“i’d prefer that honestly”

so that’s exactly what you do

yeonjun drives to a mcdonald’s and he pays for your food and then you just sit in the car park

together

and for as long as you’ve known him you have never actually hung out with him one on one for longer than fifteen minutes

but somehow it’s not awkward?

you both swing into subtle jokes and he even throws in a few flirty comments here and there

which takes you by surprise but what shocks you more is that you don’t mind them??

you retaliate to them but with the same flirty undertones

flirting in a mcdonald’s car park dressed to go to prom

that’s so romantic get out

the bar is in hell i know

don’t even @ me i need a moment rn

i ship u both. get married pls

anyways after eating until your stomachs felt full and there were tears of laughter in your eyes

the dreaded question rolls around

“why do you hate me?”

way to ruin the vibes yeonjun

“because you suck”

i rate the honesty babe

“ok sure i deserve that i think- but what did i do? you never used to hate me when we were kids”

you’re a little annoyed now

because how does he not remember the incident that has stuck in your mind for years?

“do you seriously not remember?”

and he shakes his head looking all clueless

which makes you feel a little embarrassed because had you just been dramatic this entire time?

maybe a little but it’s valid. i back u 100%

get his ass you sweet thing!

“you spilled grape juice all over my jeans at the park and told everyone i peed! i got made fun of for so long after that! it was mean!”

the vibe has been completely ruined now

well done yeonjun

speaking of yeonjun, he feels terrible

he remembers that incident back when he was an absolute menace

he still is but not as bad

what makes him feel worse is that you’ve only ever attacked him due to the hurt he caused you

meanwhile, he was just as mean back in retaliation

his world was literally crumbling

“and soobin took your side! you took my street cred and my brother!”

i’m soobin’s lawyer. he didn’t mean it

okay sorry! i still have your back!

“i’m sorry—truly. i didn’t realise how much it would hurt you or that you held a grudge—”

“maybe you should’ve asked.”

“i know. i’m sorry. i know nuggets won’t help but you can have an extra one of mine…”

you wanted to stay mad at him

but with the way his big eyes stared back at you whilst he held up a nugget as a peace offering

there was something oddly adorable about it

you take it from him because duh? who wouldn’t?

i mean vegans probably wouldn’t—

if you’re a vegan i’m so sorry imagine you’re eating something else

“why did you decide to take me to prom?”

you can’t help but ask the question that’s been prodding at you since you left the house

“saw your jackass date with someone else and soobin felt bad but he had his own date so i said i’d come get you…”

oh.

so it was just a favour for soobin

ok :D that’s fine

not tho is it bae? you lyin?

apart of you hoped that he asked you because he wanted to

perhaps the disappointment showed on your face because suddenly he starts stuttering

but you shake your head and force a smile

me in the mirror after an emotional breakdown :P

“let’s go then. he’s probably wondering—”

“no. that was a cop out.”

pussy

you just gape at him waiting for him to carry on

because what else are you meant to say?

“i wanted to ask you to be my date a while ago but you hated me and to be honest i never hated you, i just felt… i don’t know… bitter i guess? and that’s no excuse. i’m a dick and i know it. but when i saw your date with someone else, i knew it had to be some kind of sign that you were meant to attend the prom with me.”

okay romcom confession KING

go off

before you can comprehend anything, he carries on with his ramble

“i’m so sorry for the hurt i inflicted on you when we were kids, and for the way i’ve behaved since then. i know it won't make up for everything, but if you let me, i will spend every day of my life trying to make it up to you. Even if it takes forever for your feelings of hatred towards me to diminish or disappear altogether, i’ll wait - and hope that one day, i can prove myself to be a worthy partner for you.”

someone grab a bucket i’m gonna be sick ( i’m sliding down my wall crying rn )

i’d fold in an instant

kdrama yeonjun GO OFF

you kinda just sit there like a lemon for a sec

because wot?

literally like what is going on?

“you’ll have to grovel.”

“i will. believe me.”

“and you won’t hurt me?”

“never.”

there’s this look in his eyes that you haven’t seen before

a determined and genuine look that has you feeling quite assured

the grudge against him is still there, of course, it’s not just going to go away

but it’s not as strong and you find yourself feeling rather excited

“then consider this our first date. the first step to making things right.”

yeonjun is a little wary as he takes your hand but the nerves settle when you don’t recoil from him

hesitantly he kisses your knuckles with a grin

“to making things right.”

surprisingly, you’re thankful your date stood you up

but no one is thankful as yeonjun

gosh why do i do these? i literally make myself cry

#txt #tomorrrow x together #kpop #txt headcanons #txt fluff #txt enemies to lovers #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt fic #txt angst #choi yeonjun #yeonjun #yeonjun headcanons #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun enemies to lovers #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun fic #txt scenarios #kpop headcanons #enemies to lovers #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #kpop fic #kpop fluff #kpop angst #yeonjun angst

[meraki24601]

I'm The Bad Guy

“So, it really was you. From the very beginning.” Caretaker sighed as they closed the door behind them. The fewer people who saw the horrors that had been done to the unfortunate victim, the better. 

Blood dripped from Whumpee’s hands, splashing into the puddle below as they laughed, “Finally! I thought you would never catch on. I was starting to get bored.”

It was a mistake on Whumpee’s part not to have Caretaker pull their hands from their pockets—or maybe it was intentional. There was a chance Whumpee knew the Caretaker had hidden an emergency call button on their right and a small recording device on their left. “I knew. I didn’t have proof, but I knew. I’m sorry I couldn’t act sooner.”

“You’re apologizing to me? Ha!” Whumpee knelt at their victim’s side, “Shouldn’t you save that for them? Their family? They stayed so strong for so long, but even though you say you knew, you did nothing to stop me. Now, both of us know exactly what color their intestines are.”

“Hey,” Caretaker’s voice was firm as they took two solid steps closer. “It’s over. Whumper is going to jail. You don’t have to keep doing this to yourself.”

The laughter that filled the room was dripping with insanity. “Whumper? Whumper isn’t here. Whumper didn’t do this. I did. Arrest me! Take me to prison. Lock me up for three lifetimes or more!”

“This isn’t your fault.”

Caretaker fell to their knees as Whumpee’s fist connected with their jaw. “Enough! Stop making excuses. You can see what I’ve done. Can’t you imagine the kind of pain they must have been in before they died? Every single one, every single time. I listened to their screams. I washed their blood from my hands, my clothes, and my mind. Now, arrest me before I kill you, too.”

“He’s safe. We found where Whumper was keeping your brother. I’m sorry, I can’t let you see him, but we managed to save him from that rotting cabin.”

“You’re lying.”

“That alone is reason enough to keep Whumper behind bars. They were caught at the scene. They’re being held at a maximum-security facility. Friend and I chose their guards personally.”

“It’s a lie! You’re lying. You, you don’t know what you’re talking about. Arrest me! It’s all there is left for me.”

Caretaker pulled Whumpee to the ground and into their arms. “Breathe, my friend. It’s over. You don’t have to keep pretending.”

Whumpee shook, trying weakly to pull themselves from Caretaker’s hold. “No! You’re lying. You’re a liar. Liar. Liar! Whumper would never let my brother go. I’ll never be free. My brother isn’t safe because, because if that’s true, then they… I killed them. I killed them for nothing.”

Whumpee’s desperate struggles turned to sobbing and clinging to Caretaker so hard they heard their shirt rip in the back from where Whumpee clutched it. “Why did you kill those people?”

“Whumper! They took my brother. They, they, they hurt me. Whumper tore me apart and put me back together and told me if I didn’t do it to whoever they said and, and frame Friend… They said… My brother. They were going to do it to my brother. Only, they promised me he wouldn’t survive. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to, but I… I didn’t… Whumper was…”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” Caretaker reached into their pocket to turn off the recording device. They pulled the needle from their pocket and pressed it into Whumpee’s neck as police burst into the room. “Rest now. It’s over.”

#whump fic #whump #whump scenario #whump writing #whumpee #whump ideas #caretaker #whump tropes #forced to be a villain

[newtonsheffield]

Ok, but in Mile High-verse, when Mary and Tharman get engaged, how does Kate decide she's going to start calling Mary "Mum"?

Hmm, Well Kate knows her pretty well by that point because Mary’s been her Nanny for pretty much a year at that point, and she’s been dating Tharman nearly as long. So Mary’s been around a lot. She’s spent a lot of time with Kate, she helped plan Kate’s birthday party, she makes Kate breakfast and lunch and she reads her bedtime stories and ties her shoe laces and Kate feels very comfortable with her but still Mary’s surprised when Kate brings it up one morning, a little after Tharman left for work.

“You’re getting married to my Appa.”

Mary nodded, apprehension churning in her stomach, half wishing Kate had asked this when Tharman had been there to guide the conversation. Though she rather thought maybe Kate had waited to catch her alone. “That’s right, Kiddo.”

Kate didn’t say anything, just sipped on her juice for a moment, “And you’re going to be here all the time.”

“I am,” Mary swallowed, “Is that okay?”

“So you won’t… be my friend anymore?”

Mary cleared her throat, running her fingers through Kate’s curls the oddest idea running through her head. God, I hope I have babies just like you. “Remember we talked about the fact that I’m studying to have a different job?”

“Eyes.” Kate said confidently, “Your new job will be eyes.”

Mary smiled, “That’s right. So in a few months my job is going to be eyes, but I am always going to be your friend. I’ll live here with you and Daddy, and we’ll spend so much time together.”

Kate frowned, “But you’re… it’s different. It won’t be the same.”

“It’ll be maybe a little different.”

Kate didn’t say anything, she just stared at Mary for an uncomfortably long time before she said quietly, “I don’t have an Amma.”

Mary’s chest ached for her. The tiny girl who’d never had a chance to know the woman who must have loved her so desperately. The tiny girl who had so much love to give. “You do have an Amma, sweetheart. Even if she’s not with you anymore, you have an Amma and she loved you.”

Kate’s face crumpled a little. “That’s not what I wanted to say.”

“Okay, What did you want to say?”

Kate seemed to struggle with how to phrase it, frowning up at Mary who didn’t want to push her. Kate finally sighed, “Cinderella didn’t have an Amma. Her Daddy… got married and she… only liked her Daddy. She didn’t like Cinderella.”

Mary understood finally and her chest ached as she moved closer to Kate, “I see. Katie, I love your Daddy very much but I love you as well. He and I wouldn’t be getting married if I didn’t. I might not have made you with Appa but I do love you, and I’m going to look after you, okay?”

Kate seemed to relax, her tiny shoulders heaving as she took a breath, “Okay. So you’ll be… sort of like a Mummy.”

“I’ll be like a Mummy for you.”

“Can I… call you that?”

Mary’s heart stuttered, “If you want to. You don’t have to if it doesn’t feel good for you.”

“I think it… would feel good.”

“Okay well you can try it out then.”

Kate nodded, turning back to her juice, “Am I going to get a baby brother or sister?”

Mary’s eyes widened, “I- Why would you think that, Katie?”

Kate shrugged, “I want one. My auntie Im says that Ladies have babies when they love boys. She’s a brain doctor.” Kate said knowingly, “She’s smart.”

“Right,” Mary swallowed, “Well, Appa and I might have a baby one day. But not right now.”

Kate sighed, “Can I have a dog then?”

“Appa’s allergic to dogs.”

Kate rolled her eyes, sighing disappointedly “So he told you that then?”

“He did unfortunately, Sweetheart.”

#mile high

[smallestapplin]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT Sex addicted Greaser submas. That's it that's the request. flkjfdksljf Their sweet, innocent angel of a partner, getting dirty with them? Letting both corrupt them? It drives them wild. But there's the catch. Even though both want you every time they see you... You still are stuck with your parents till you are done with college. They hardly get to see you... It drives them up the wall when they don't get to see their angel, let alone touch you as much as they want :(

-Silver Anon

Anything for you👀 I would also like to thank @yanban-san for helping me edit this! They are a life saver!

🔞18+ only! MDNI!🔞

Afab reader they/them given the petname ‘Angel’ and ‘Doll’ also in their twenties. Little mean to Emmet. Reader is with both twins. Womb is said a few times. Cock warming. Dom reader turned sub. Rough sex.

word count : 3,112

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The two knew they were doomed the second you entered their lives, what with how you helped Emmet without a second thought, how caring you were even after the younger twin left your supervision, with a few bandages.

They were smitten.

And made it their goal to make you theirs.

Who knew such a good little thing like you was so addicting? Even after winning your heart, and getting to shower you in kisses wasn’t enough.

They found the taste of your lips addictive.

It’s always a race to see who can get to you first, just to kiss you.

Emmet always plays dirty, just so he can kiss you first. His kisses are always so hot and heavy, quick to slam his lips against yours, and push his tongue into your mouth as he spins you both around.

You’ve never parted from the younger twins lips, without a thin string of saliva connecting you two.

Ingo uses a mix of brute force and speed to get to you first. When he kisses you, he makes it his mission to steal your breath away. Pressing his lips firmly against yours, holding your body against him until you start to squirm, wanting more.

But he leaves you longing for more.

The more you give them, the more they want. But how can they get more when you’re stuck with your parents? Who pay for your college, making you rely on them until you’re finished with it?

It makes their blood boil, until they see you greeting them with a smile.

They made sure the first time you had sex with them was perfect, the two had to fight tooth and nail to be gentle with you, wanting your first coupling with them to special.

But how could they when you feel so good? Look so good drooling all wrecked for them? Begging them for more?

In their eyes you went from a sweet, pure Angel, to a succubus they are willing to give their lives to.

They wanted you more and more and more, until it seemed like you'd taken over their whole attention, their whole life.

But they don’t get to see you often, as you’re often working on your college courses, at campus, or working around your home.

They can’t stop by whenever they want.

Though Ingo can, and that fact makes Emmet livid.

Most of your town believes Ingo is the sweet boy next door type, who is unfortunately related to his wild brother.

None the wiser that they are called the Terror Twins for a reason.

But even then Ingo still has a hard time finding the right time.

Even sneaking into your room doesn’t help much.

Both greasers are addicted to you, your presence, your cunt, and oh, your cries!

Your ears perk up to the sound of your phone vibrating, and even though you know picking it up is dangerous, you just can't help yourself, you know that.

But you do anyway, wanting to see how needy your boys are for you, and you aren’t disappointed.

The first messages is from Ingo.

‘Can I come over? I’ve been missing you.’

‘I won’t distract you from your work, just sit on my cock, please? I’ll behave.’

‘Fuck, I miss you. I miss your taste, miss you crying out for me.’

You rub your thighs together, chuckling at how needy he is.

Another ding catches your attention. Face flushing with color as Ingo sends you a picture, of him holding a pair of your panties to his face, sniffing them as you can see the bulge in his pants, seeing a spot from his leaking cock.

You can see his blushing cheeks, see the drool leaking from his mouth.

Who would’ve thought you’d have such a man wrapped around your finger?

Another different sounding ding alerts you. Checking to see, you can’t help but softly laugh at seeing Emmet’s name pop up.

‘Pleeease, Angel? Let me visit! Let me use you while you work, please!’

You can’t help but love what you’ve done to them, love seeing them so desperate for you, love how they beg you.

‘Let me bend you over your desk, let me fuck you full of my cum.’

‘I won’t be loud! I promise!’

‘Just the thought of fucking you has my cock twitching, pleeeasee?’

Your eyes light up at a video he sends you, of him fisting his cock, whimpering your name.

“C-can’t cum! Wanna, wanna save it for you! Let me fill you! Mark you!”

Watching as he tilts his head back, tongue hanging from his open mouth with a cry. You coo when he stops stroking his dick, listening to him whimpering and seeing his shaft throb.

The video ends, but it leaves your mind racing with thoughts.

Just six more months left of your semester and you can leave, move in with them, and they can have you as much as they want.

But you doubt those two can last that long, especially with how it seems they are edging themselves, just to save all their cum for fucking your pussy full. You send Emmet a message first.

‘I’m sorry you can’t visit, I have much to do and little time. And I know you, you’re so greedy and the second you’re inside me you’d lose control.’

You giggle at the frowns face the younger twin sends you, before texting Ingo.

‘I know you’d behave, but you’d only distract me. I know how you get when you don’t have my attention.’

You shake your head with a smile. Your parents maybe out but you don’t need your neighbors seeing them. You know they love you, they never miss a chance to tell you or show you.

But ever since they had you for the first time, it’s like they've become ravenous beasts, wanting more and barely able to restrain themselves.

You can’t blame them, ever since you had fit their cocks inside you, you can’t help but feel the same way.

But you had things to do if you wanted to move in with them faster.

They know this too, but they can’t help but be greedy for your pussy.

An hour had passed since you last got a message from them, so you thought that was the end of it, as you typed out the final part of your essay.

Until you hear the faint sound of your window opening.

You let out a muted sigh, knowing already who it is, since Ingo works late tonight.

“Emmet.”

Your voice barely a whisper, but firm, though with a hint of exasperation.

He hugs you from behind, whining.

“I’m sorry, I just missed you sooo much!”

You can’t be too mad, leaning against his hold as he showers your cheek and neck with so many kisses.

Emmet lifts you up, sitting down in your chair and placing you on his lap. He nuzzles so sweetly against your neck, pressing you down on his hard on, loving how you feel against him.

Looking down, you sees he’s placed you perfectly on him, his bulge pressing right against your clothed crotch.

Your breathing hics, feeling him grind up into you.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He whispered, his hot breath fanning against your skin.

“Emmet, I have things to finish.”

The greaser whines, burying his face back into your neck.

You love messing with him.

“Tell you what, let me cock warm you, and if you behave, once I’m finished with this essay I’ll let you fuck me, deal?”

He moves quickly, undoing his pants and ripping your panties off. Barely having time to realize he soaked his fingers with his drool to rub your wet heat.

“M-mm!”

“Gotta make sure you’re prepped for me.”

His voice low as he nips at your ear lobe, kissing down to your neck, sucking small marks.

Emmet trembles, feeling just how wet you are sends him reeling. Moaning with you when he pushes a finger into your hole.

You grip the arms of your chair, biting your lip to silence yourself as Emmet pushes another finger in.

His palm grinding against your clit with every move of his fingers. Emmet groans, squirming in the chair, cock already leaking with precum.

“So good! So fucking hot.” You can feel his drool on your shoulder.

“Fuck, you’re so- mm!- so needy tonight.”

He can’t argue, he’s been edging himself for so long, just so he can fuck it all into you. Even with just his fingers in you, he can tell he’s close.

Like he might just cum from finger fucking you alone.

He wants more, he wants more and to never stop.

Your slick coating his hand makes it hard to hold still, especially with how you’re trying to muffle your sounds.

“Em, please, you’re gonna make me cum-!”

“Hm? You’re gonna cum? From this? How cute.”

You grab his wrist, yanking his hand away from your dripping pussy. Ignoring his soft, pitiful whimpers.

“Nooo! I wanna make you cum, please? For me?”

He can only pout for a second, until you stroke his dick, coating it in his and your juices.

Emmet tosses his head against your chair, back arching as you grind his cock against your slit.

“Barely done anything and you’re already twitching? Just how deprived are you?”

You tease him, not expecting him to grab your and shove you down onto his throbbing dick.

Quickly, you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. Emmet bites down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering back.

You are barely half way on him before he cums, flooding your pussy with his thick, hot spent. Yet that doesn’t stop him from thrusting up into you, leaning you slightly over your desk to fit his cock nice and snug inside your clenching walls.

He’s near tears, finally! Finally he’s inside you! It’s been almost a month since he last had you, and it’s been hell! He couldn’t take much more!

You whine, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling him still pumping cum into you.

Emmet goes to move you, only for you to smack his hands off of you.

“You are gonna sit here and look pretty while I work, that was the deal.”

You wish you could see his face, see how it twists up into the most blissed out expression. He wants to argue, but his mind is left foggy with the pleasure you’re giving him.

He brings his arm up to cover his face, biting into the leather of his jacket. Oh his perfect angel, teasing him! Mocking him! He could cum again. “Now hold still.”

The sound of you typing is all that echoes in your bedroom, aside from his muffled whimpers.

He doesn’t know how much longer he can last! Feeling you clench randomly on him, like you’re trying to milk him. Every shift of your hips has him biting his sleeve, trying to be quiet.

If he moves just a little….

Emmet tenses up, crying out into his arm as the sound of you slapping his thigh echoes.

“I said hold still.”

He moves his arm to breath, chest heaving to gulp down air.

“Again again, please I need more, mmMM! Sooo good!”

He can’t help but beg, to cry for more. He needs to move, needs to fuck you, he can’t live without his angel!

He’s addicted to you, needing all of you, wanting all of you, wanting whatever you’ll give him.

He wants to sob, it’s pure torture! He wants you bouncing on his cock! Yet you’re sitting so pretty on him, feeling so good around him, he just needs more.

The sound of you typing is taunting him, but he can’t move, not unless he wants to upset you. Tossing his head back, he lets out a keening sound.

So mean to him! He loves it.

Oh having his sweet, seemingly innocent darling ordering him around, HIM! He’s so lucky.

All the things you can do it him, or order him to do!

You tends up and bit your lip, trembling at the feeling of Emmet’s cum spurting into you, filling you up again.

“You’re such a needy whore, I swear.”

“Fuck! Yes! M’your whore, just please let me fuck you Darrrling!”

Wrapping his arms around you, pressing his chest against your back, once again drooling onto your shoulder.

You can see his quivering smile out of the corner of your eye, his face bright red and eyes lined with tears.

He looks so desperate.

“The more you disturb me, the longer this’ll take, which means the longer you have to wait.”

He looks so hurt when you say that.

“Hnnn please! I’m sorry, I’ll be good, verrry good!”

“I know you will.”

You reach back and rub his cheek, chuckling at how he leans into your touch, nuzzling against your palm.

He leans his head against you once you move your hand away. You go over your writing, just to make sure it meets all the requirements for your professor.

Ignoring your lovers soft kisses along your neck, gently nipping at your skin to try and get your attention, but it doesn’t work.

You can feel his cock throbbing inside you. Even after cumming twice, he still wants more.

His hands slowly start move under your sleep shirt, slowly inching towards your chest. You shudder under his calloused hands rubbing your skin, trying to hold still when his thumbs brush against your nipples.

You save your work and send it off, sighing, you can finally pay attention to your very needy boyfriend.

“There, all done.”

Emmet cries out as you grind down, shallowing fucking yourself on him. His hands fly down to your hips, lifting you up and slamming you on your work desk.

You barely had time to cover your mouth, before he’s slamming into you. The sound of wet skin slapping echoes in your room, his balls slapping against your clit with every harsh thrust of his hips. Emmet leans over you, chest pressing against your back as he moans into your shoulder.

“Your cunt feels so good! Haaa! Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Grabbing your hips, keeping you still as he fucks himself stupid with your pussy. He buries his teeth into your shoulder, quieting his cries.

You’re no better, squeals muffled by your hand, while the other grabs onto his hand, holding it to ground yourself.

His cock keeps slamming so deep into you, right to your sweet spot. Your mind cloudy with pleasure, while he takes you like a rutting beast.

Emmet can’t stop! His hips moving on their own, you just feel so good! Your cunt trying to milk him, and he’s more than happy to give.

“E-Em! Ooooh! So deep! Ah-!!”

He’s losing him mind, only wanting to fuck you more, pour his cum deep inside you! Your nails dig into his hand as you squeal, throwing your ass back to fuck yourself on his cock as you cum.

His eyes roll back, feeling you clench around him.

“Cumming! M’cumming! Cumming in your greedy pussy!”

You lay your head on your table, whining from his hips barely slowing down, continuing to pump his spent into you.

Both of you unable to hear someone else climbing through your window, until Emmet is yanked away from you and tossed just over your bed.

You yelp as you’re grabbed, and made to sit on the newcomers’ lap, back on your chair.

Cock already out.

You stare in shock, frantically looking back, only to be greeted with Ingo’s furious face.

His frown turned into more of a scowl, and those alabaster eyes glowering with a lust filled rage.

“Like hell I’m letting him get you any longer!”

He shoves you down on his cock, causing you to squeal. You toss your head back against his shoulder, crying out for more.

The older twin is furious his brother got more time with you, getting to fuck you, when it should’ve been him fucking you! And he intends to make up for lost time.

Your sleep shirt is ripped, leaving your bouncing tits on display, along with with your dripping, stuffed cunt.

The thick head of his cock easily breaching your womb, fucking you so deep, taking you like you’re a toy for his pleasure.

“Fuuck! It’s like you were made for my cock! Could keep you here- ah!- keep you stuffed with my cum.” His pants into your ear, kissing your neck before littering it with his marks.

Your loud cries easily overshadow Emmet’s displeased groan.

Sitting up from the other side of the bed, watching your body being forcibly bounced on a cock that isn’t his.

He wants to be angry, angry from being removed from his favorite spot.

“Fuck! Look at that lewd face!”

But you’re so beautiful like this, all blissed out, and only theirs!

Ingo grits his teeth, putting all his weight and strength into every thrust, brutally fucking your pussy.

“What a filthy Doll we have.”

Your drool drips from your open mouth, down to your chest.

Ingo moves up hand to your chest, groping and pinching your nipples, while his other hand rubs harsh circles on your clit. Moaning just as loud as you.

“Ingooo! S-sensitive! Ooh I’m- I’m gonna-“

A loud squeal rips from your throat, cumming all over Ingo’s dick. He doesn’t stop, still battering your womb with his fat cock.

“C’mon, keep milking my cock! Just like that. What a good little thing-!”

Ingo hides his face in your neck, crying out as he fucks your pussy full of his hot cum, making sure you take all of it.

In your blissed out hazed, you don’t see Emmet moving until he’s in front of you.

Ingo removes his hand from your tit, bringing it back down to your hip to piston your pussy better.

While Emmet shoves his tongue down your throat, greedily licking up all your drool. Your cries and mewls are muted by Emmet’s desperate kissing.

His hands resting on your waist, sliding up to caress your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and tugging at your sensitive nipples.

Tears pour down your face from your body being so roughly toyed with, but you’re loving it, loving how they keep filling you with their cocks and cum, keeping you full.

How they are so desperate, so needy for you, wanting you and only you! You grip Emmet’s leather jacket, just for something to hold onto.

Trying so hard to cry for more.

After all, you’re addicted to them as much as they are addicted to you.

And you know they won’t be leaving you empty anytime soon.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞 #mdni #pokemon x reader smut #pokemon ingo smut #pokemon emmet x reader smut #pokemon ingo x reader smut #pokemon emmet smut #submas smut #greaser submas #pokemon submas smut #submas x reader smut #x afab reader #afab reader #proshippers dni #besties tag

[tennessoui]

Professor-can-fuck-me wedding ficlet? (◉‿◉)

so i realized after receiving this ask that i don't think i've ever actually written a obikin wedding ficlet for any of my aus or fics and i don't want my first wedding ficlet to be this au unfortunately, so no can do but here's 1.6k of wedding adjacent fic (bachelor party)

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“Hi Professor,” Rex greets the moment Obi-Wan opens the door.

And really, he appreciates the boy’s desire to show respect—even though he never even took Obi-Wan’s class—but this is hardly the time or place for such decorum.

“Rex,” Obi-Wan acknowledges, rubbing at his eye with the palm of his hand before blinking at him and then down to his watch. “Good god, man. It’s three in the morning, what are you doing here?”

Then another thought occurs to him. 

“Wait,” he says, “where’s Anakin?”

Rex throws a thumb over his shoulder. “My brothers are getting him out of the car right now. I decided to come up here and tell you first, to prepare you and such.”

Obi-Wan’s stomach drops; his heart rate speeds up. “Prepare me for what? What’s wrong with him?”

Are his palms sweaty? Is his voice high? His grip on the door tightens. Logically, he knows that Anakin’s friend would not bring Anakin home so casually if he were hurt. Logically, he understands that if Anakin were to be injured, Obi-Wan would receive a call from the hospital upon his check-in, or the police if he had died, or Rex in the teary moments after. His friends would not just—knock on Obi-Wan’s door at three in the morning and then dump Anakin’s corpse on his doorstep.

Logically Obi-Wan knows all of that. But he has never been a very logical man when it comes to Anakin Skywalker. If he were, they’d probably not be where they are right now anyway—living together after five months together, engaged after six, married around eight.

Hell, they wouldn’t be in a relationship at all most probably, given the fact that when they met, Anakin was Obi-Wan’s student. And when Anakin kissed him for the first time, Anakin was—well. He was still his student. And when Obi-Wan kissed him for the first time, Anakin was…perhaps ten seconds free from being his student.

So he’s never been logical about Anakin, not really. And while a part of him knows and understands that if something had seriously gone wrong on Anakin’s bachelor night, scant days before their wedding, the man would have enough tact to find a better way to break the news than whatever this is.

But he’s old and overly emotional and high-strung when it comes to his wayward fiancé. And so his pulse is hammering and his palms are sweaty. And he is waiting with baited breath for Rex Amidala to tell him what has happened to him.

Because—because if something has happened, then Obi-Wan…Obi-Wan does not know what he would do. Who he would become. How he would continue to—to continue, after, in a world after.

“He’s, well. He’s very—uh,” Rex rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “He’s—”

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin cries, much too loudly for the quiet stillness of their apartment’s hallway. “Obi-Wan, hi, baby!” 

Obi-Wan’s head snaps to look at his wayward fiancé, who is currently half dragging and half being dragged by a very reluctant looking Cody Fett and an entirely too entertained Jesse Fett. 

“Drunk,” Rex finishes. “He’s really, really drunk, Professor.”

“Ah,” Obi-Wan says, stepping over the threshold of his door to catch Anakin the moment the other man decides to rip himself away from his handlers and fall into Obi-Wan’s arms. “Perhaps lead with that next time, Mr. Amidala.” 

Anakin rubs his face over the front of Obi-Wan’s sleepshirt. “So soft,” he mumbles, repeating the action. When his lips find the skin of Obi-Wan’s neck, he makes a quiet sound of happiness and presses a kiss there. Then he bites.

“Okay,” Obi-Wan decides. “I’ll take it from here, you three. Thank you for getting him home in one piece.”

“If he throws up, you have to tell us,” Jesse says, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall opposite the door.

“Oh?” Obi-Wan’s eyebrow arches up as he tries to imply with one syllable and a single movement that he is a forty-two year old man who does not have to tell these college-faced twats anything unless he wants to.

“Ani’s been giving me shit about throwing up over his shoes during my bachelor’s party since it happened,” Rex says. “Fair’s fair.”

“But I haven’t yet!” Anakin slurs, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck as he nuzzles farther into him. “And you put me in the car and then gave me shots and made it go really fast in circles and I haven’t yet!”

Obi-Wan gives Rex an incredulous look over Anakin’s head. The other man has the shame at least to look slightly sheepish.

“Good night, all,” Obi-Wan says, stepping as smoothly as he can back into his apartment. “We’ll see you at the wedding.”

If his fiancé survives the rest of the night and, presumably, the hangover to follow.

When the door closes, Anakin sags even more into Obi-Wan’s arms. “I missed you so much,” Anakin mumbles. His lips stay against the skin of his neck, and the feeling would be quite distracting if Obi-Wan wasn’t so reluctantly amused at the moment.

“You are very drunk,” he tells him, detaching himself enough to more easily walk and pull Anakin from the doorway through their apartment. “Bedtime for bachelors.”

“I missed you so much, so I thought maybe I could drink extra fast and then they’d let me come home early,” Anakin explains, eyes only partially held open.

“And how did that work out?” Obi-Wan asks, depositing Anakin onto their bed and kneeling on the floor to untie his boots.

“Mm,” Anakin says, flopping onto his back. He giggles for some reason unknown to those sober in the room, and wriggles his toes in an approximation of help. “Not good. They just bought me more.”

“Oh, my heart goes out for you, darling,” Obi-Wan murmurs, placing the first boot on the floor and tackling the second. “You must suffer so much because your friends are very nice and bought you drinks during your bachelor’s party.”

“Uh huh,” Anakin slurs. “Knew you’d understand. Hey–hey, did you miss me too?” Obi-Wan had had a very nice and quiet night, nursing a scotch by the fireplace and grading papers. He’d warmed up a leftover serving of a mince pie and served himself a piece of apple galette for dessert. And yet— “Yes, of course,” he says. “Though I am glad you had fun.”

“It was fun,” his fiancé agrees and then yawns. “Not as fun as the wedding’s gonna be though.” His fingers run to the buttons of his shirt and start tugging at them. Obi-Wan sighs, shifts, and stands to help him in this as well. “I can’t wait to marry you,” Anakin adds.

He looks so earnest and open, rosy cheeks and glassy eyes and shirt half-done. He’s going to be the world’s biggest pain in Obi-Wan’s ass tomorrow when the hangover really hits him. And Obi-Wan is going to take care of him through all of it. 

Practice for the rest of their lives. The wedding rehearsal he hadn’t known was on the docket. 

Still, his mouth turns up at the corner as he smiles, reaching out to brush aside Anakin’s hair. “I cannot wait to be married to you as well,” he murmurs.

Anakin closes his eyes and grins sleepily, drunkenly. “And I’ll get to be added to your insurance which is real good, cause I don’t have a job.”

“Brat,” Obi-Wan scolds, tugging at the end of his hair. “Is that the only reason you’re marrying me?”

“Yeah,” his fiancé says. “But it really helps that I’ve also been completely obsessed with you since, like, the second class of the year.”

Obi-Wan purses his lips, strangely touched. Sober, Anakin doesn’t always like to talk about the very beginnings of their relationship, as if he thinks should they discuss it enough, Obi-Wan may realize he’s made a terrible mistake in taking up with one of his undergraduate students. 

To be fair to him, it is a terrible mistake, and one that Obi-Wan is fully aware of already. And what Anakin probably doesn’t know is that no amount of discussion will sway Obi-Wan from the path he’s decided to walk.

“Only the second class?” he asks, settling onto the bed next to Anakin. “Should I be offended?” “I skipped the first one,” Anakin mutters, turning his face into his thigh and nudging at him until he begins to pet at Anakin’s hair. “Hooked up with a girl from my first period instead.”

Obi-Wan tugs rather rudely on his hair at this.

“But then, you were there during the second class,” Anakin says, though Obi-Wan thinks maybe the more accurate statement would be I was there during the second class, considering Obi-Wan had to be there. As he was the professor.

Obi-Wan hums and restarts his soothing petting.

“And that was it,” Anakin sighs, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s covered thigh. “You were it for me. And I’m really glad I’m it for you too or I would be really, really, really sad, and I’ve been really, really, really happy for ages now.”

“I’ve been happy too,” Obi-Wan confesses, shifting himself to lie down, facing Anakin. “I—”

He wants to say I thought about losing you today, for real and forever, and it hurt me inconceivably. Or, you mean so much to me that I missed you when you were away, and even though there was a fire in the fireplace, it felt cold all through our home. Or, it took me longer to love you, but I do and I do, and I do.

But when he looks down at Anakin’s expression, it’s to find that the man has managed to fall asleep between one breath and the next.

But, well. They have time for Obi-Wan’s I do’s later. In fact, they’ve put aside a whole day for it.

#asks #professor can fuck me au #obikin #something short and soft and stupid #also the first thing i've written on my new laptop and it took me half the time :0 #probably going to be switching ebtween short things & chapter 4 of couples counseling and the hunger games au fic for the next little while #so may be quiet around here #not that these tags are relevant for this lmao

[pupphe-additions]

Reunited at Last

Word Count: 2,479 a/n: Anything written in italics is spoken in english, anything written in bold and italics is what Evie is thinking. Warnings: swearing, talks of anxiety and throwing up

November, 2019

Evie wakes up to her alarm at three in the morning and she sighs heavily. She stretches and dismisses her alarm in the same swift motion and then she gets up to start her day. She first heads to her kitchen, petting her dogs as she passes by them. She rubs the back of her head awkwardly as she grabs one of her premade breakfast meals out of the freezer. It’s a homemade ham, bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich that she made the night before, she pops it in the microwave. While it heats up she grabs a container of peach yogurt and some white chocolate granola to put inside it. She snacks on the yogurt while going over the plan for the day in her head. She needs to shower, walk her dogs, talk to her management, then go about her normal training. It’s going to be a very long day…

She’s brought back to reality when she hears her microwave beep, she grabs her food and goes and sits on her couch tucking her legs under her as she does. She rubs her temples before she eats her food kind of quickly and then she gathers herself to go shower, playing music as she does. During her shower she makes sure to wash her face and brush her teeth. She wraps herself in her robe before she walks back to her room and quickly heads to her closet. She grabs a pair of black leggings and a white cami. After she gets her clothes on she grabs her favorite oversized hoodie that is near her bag and slips on her sneakers. 

“Luna, Aurora, it’s time for your walk before I go to training, my loves.” Evie calls to her dogs and they instantly run to her side with their leashes in their mouths.

Evie smiles down at them and clips their leashes to their collars and puts on their booties before they head out, she also slips on her face mask. Evie ends up walking her dogs for about twenty minutes, replaying bits of last night in her mind. She feels like a burden and lets out a stressed sigh before letting her dogs back into her apartment and hanging their leashes back up on the wall.

“You guys behave now, ya? I don’t want a single message from my roommate that you guys didn’t listen. It’ll be a longer day today so I won’t be able to see ya til tonight.” Evie says to her two dogs before kissing them both on their heads.

She grabs her bag from her room before rushing out the door, she’s late now because she lost track of time during the walk. She quickly pulls her baseball cap onto her head and slips her face mask back on before bolting out the door to catch her ride. Her manager told her they had to talk to her and those words haunted her the entire time she tried sleeping. What could they need from her? Surely she isn’t in any trouble right?

Yesterday’s training was really hard for Evie and she’s remembering every mistake she made and she wonders if it was because of that. Maybe they are cutting me from the family? Maybe I’ll never debut after all. She thought to herself tears threatening to form and she quickly stops that line of thinking and pops her earbuds in and listens to her music to calm her mind. She laid her head on the window and zones out as her mind races as to what management could want from her.

She shakes her head and comes back to reality again when she notices her phone is going off. It’s her brother and she instantly answers.

Evie is all smiles as she answers the facetime call. “Huddy! Hi! How’d you know I was up?” 

“I didn’t, I have some amazing news for you though and that’s why I called you at this hour.” Hudson, Evie’s older brother, is equally as smiley as she is, if not more.

“Well, out with it!”

“You’re going to be an Auntie!” Hudson nearly shouts as he waves a positive pregnancy test at the camera.

“I’m glad!” Evie says with a beaming smile. “Unfortunately I’ve got to go, we made it to the building.” 

“Awe, well, call me when you can ya?” Hudson says with a slight frown. “You’ve been extra busy the past few days.”

“Yes of course I’ll call ya. Don’t forget to eat brekky and to take care of yourself. I’ve got things to tell you later. I love ya Huds.”

“I love you too, Evs.” he replies before hanging up.

Talking to her brother seemed to bring up Evie’s mood a lot and she thanks her driver before she heads to the practice room. Blinking a lot to get her eyes used to the bright lights of the room. By now it is nearly  five in the morning, usually she’d be here by now or just leaving. Evie basically lives in the practice rooms not because they make her but because she doesn’t deem herself worthy of being an idol.

“Evelyn?” says an oddly familiar voice, at first she can’t put her finger on who it is. Then her eyes instantly widen when she looks up and sees who it is. She nearly drops her bag to the floor as she bows her head very low.

“Yes sir? Was it you that needed to speak to me?” Evie asks in a shaky voice in English before she mentally scolds herself and repeats it in Korean.

“I have some really really good news for you. Follow me.” JYP says before leading her out of the training room she’s been calling home for the past year.

“Don’t you dare think I haven’t noticed how hard you work yourself Nari.” he says, stopping suddenly. Evie turns and looks at him tilting her head not wanting to interrupt him if he wants to speak again. 

“I know how hard you took your elimination from the show, and I do apologize. I just hope you understand I did that so you could grow even more as an artist and find yourself more. I’ve been monitoring you closely since you’ve been eliminated and I don’t think you fit with the other girls you’ve been training with. You belong with them.” he says to her before nodding to a door. Evie starts to tremble in place, her eyes widening again.

“Skz is in there?” she asked quietly, missing her boys.

“Yes, only Chan knows you’re coming. Enter when you’re ready, you’re going to be extremely busy from this moment on. I hope you enjoy being back with the group, that is your home Nari.” with that JYP turns and walks away leaving Evie standing there with her jaw on the floor.

She takes many deep breaths trying to calm her nerves. She hasn’t seen these boys since the day she was eliminated from the show. These were her best friends in the entire industry, her literal motivation to work so hard, to be better. Right there, all she has to do is open the door. Her hands are trembling, what if they are mad at her for something? Woojin just left the group not too long ago, so what if people begin to think they added her to replace him? There’s STAYs who have been begging for Evie to debut with SKZ even now so they won’t, but what if others do? Not everyone is going to know her history with SKZ. Evie just open the door and stop procrastinating. 

Evie lays her head against the door and can hear the quiet sounds of talking of the boys who she assumes had just woken up not long ago. She stays like that for a few moments until she hears footsteps coming toward the door and she quickly and quietly moves away from the door fearing it’ll open and they will see her creeping on them like that. Holding her breath she just opens the door, knowing if she doesn’t do it now she never will. She wanted to make sure that the door opened because of her and not one of the boys needed to go to the bathroom or something and exposed her waiting to enter.

When the door opens all the chattering in the room dies, she slowly closes the door behind her staring at the floor, afraid of their reactions. She nervously scratches at her arm and sort of shrinks. The silence is oh so loud.

She quietly says, “Hi…” 

No one says anything, the boys just stare at her in disbelief as if they are seeing a ghost. She finally looks around to see the shocked looks on everyone’s faces and Hyunjin is crying, she wants to hug them all to catch up with them but she can’t find it in her to move. She stares at Minho and her heart drops, he looks pissed at her. Her gaze then goes to Felix who looks like he’s ready to pounce on her and tackle her in a hug. Then she sees Jeongin who is staring blankly at her as if he doesn’t believe that she’s truly there. Chan, who knew she was coming, is smiling softly and warmly, the love that always radiates off him when she’s near him is something she never forgot. Changbin is staring at her shocked to see her, his jaw hanging open. Seungmin is just staring at her, his facial expressions are hard for her to read. Finally she looks at Han who is smiling widely. 

She takes one step forward before falling to the floor and she just bursts into tears, she’s having such a rough time believing any of this is real. Quickly Chan, Felix, Han, and Hyunjin rush up to her and hug her in a group hug to comfort Evie. She’s crying really hard and sorta pushes everyone away after a few moments and runs out of the room to go catch her breath, she suddenly feels really anxious. She at first didn’t have a plan, she wanted to just run home and pretend this awkward reunion never happened but she decided to just head to the bathroom instead knowing that’d be the wiser decision.

She sprints to the bathroom and ends up throwing up her breakfast. During this whole thing her phone was being blown up, she doesn’t know who could be texting her this much at this time but she just turns it to silent and washes her face and slaps her cheeks to hype herself up again. She feels really stupid for leaving them like that, for breaking down in front of them, for throwing up with anxiety. She sighs at herself and takes her phone out of her pocket and sees she’s been added to a group chat, that’s why her phone was being blown up, none of the phone numbers are saved, she couldn’t be bothered to actually read any of the messages just blankly stares at her phone for a few moments before she finally heads back to the room that she sprinted from.

She knocks on the door gently this time before entering, the chattering once again stopping when she enters the room. She feels as though all the connections she had with these boys have disappeared by the silence. She sighs and just grabs her bag and puts her phone in it before putting it in the corner of the room. When she gets back to the center of the room it’s still silent.

“Can someone please say something…?” Evie asks as she anxiously runs a hand through her hair.

“Evelyn? Is that really you?” Hyunjin was the first to say anything.

She nods before speaking. “Yes, hello. I missed you guys…” tears threaten to fall again.

“Why are you here?” Minho asks a bit coldly and Evie visibly shrinks.

Evie shrugs and equally as coldly replies. “Ask your damn leader.”

Felix comes up to Evelyn and just pulls her into a tight hug and she instantly relaxes and mumbles an apology to Minho and Chan for getting snippy as she hugs back her fellow Aussie. He gently rubs her back and kisses her on her cheeks.

“We missed you so much Evs.” Felix says to her excitedly.

“Doesn’t feel like it…” Evelyn pouts and reluctantly pulls away from the hug staring at Minho again.

“Don’t mind him, Bug.” Chan says from behind Felix. “He really missed you, he was torn up after you had to leave. I think he’s in shock.”

“Okay?” Evie is clearly confused. “Doesn’t mean he has to be cold to me like we are strangers now. It’s only been a year…”

She moves around Felix and hugs each member excluding Minho who is just glaring daggers at her.

“Oi!” Evie shouts at Minho to get his attention. “Do you want a hug, Minnie?”

He stands up and just opens his arms and she borderline runs into his arm catching him off guard and they fall to the floor laughing and just cuddle one another, the cold front instantly leaving when he finally got her in his arms. Minho was always one of the members Evie was close to. After they hug for a short while she goes back to clinging to Hyunjin, another one of the boys she’s extremely close to. Instinctively he kisses her head and Chan ushers the group to gather around, Evie sits between Minho and Hyunjin.

“You guys are probably curious as to why Evelyn is back with us in this room. Well I have got some news for you all.” Chan starts the announcement and Evie grabs one hand of each of the boys around her feeling nervous for some reason, fearing they would reject Chan’s words. 

“I have been having a lot of serious conversations recently after everything that has been happening. I voiced how we were upset with the fact that JYP cut Evelyn from the team. After telling him about how I don’t feel like the team is truly ‘Stray Kids’ without Evelyn he told me that he has been monitoring her training process since the day she left us and that if we wanted…” Chan pauses for a moment, probably for dramatic effect before speaking again. “She could join Stray Kids during our next comeback!”

The boys all let out gasps and Minho squeezes Evie’s hand rather tightly, probably from excitement from being able to be with her everyday again. All the boys voice their agreement to let Evie back into Stray Kids, agreeing the group felt so wrong without her. Evelyn finally felt at home again for the first time in about a year. She hugs everyone and tells them all she loves them before they all got ready to actually start practicing.

#pupphe #pupphe additions #pupphe evie #evie story #evie imagine #kpop addition #stray kids addition #skz addition #stray kids added member #skz added member #stray kids 9th member #skz 9th member #stray kids female additional member #skz female additional member #kpop oc #fictional kpop oc #fake kpop idol #fake kpop community #kpop female oc #kpop female addition #kpop additional member #kpop au

[edupunkn00b]

The Gremlin and His Pocket Protector

Photo by Sean Bernstein via Unsplash

[ AO3 ] - Rated: G - WC: - CW: mild language - written for @ashtonisvibing in the Seasons Skirmish

Remus asks his brother's best friend to be his date at his roller rink birthday party.

“Hey, Pocket Protector! Wait up!” Remus called from the top step. Logan looked up just in time to catch him sliding down the banister separating them. He landed with a thud inches from Logan's feet, chains adorning his jacket clanking against the battered collection of buttons and patches that covered most of the worn leather.

“You are aware I do not even wear a pocket protector, correct?” Logan bit back a more acerbic reply as he glared at his best friend’s strange brother.

“Yeah,” he said, smirking back as though nothing could matter less than reality. “Your point?” Remus leaned in, one hand pressed against the wall just over his shoulder. The stream of students leaving that floor’s lecture halls flowed around them, parted like the sea by Remus’ shock of bright green hair topping his 6’4” frame.

“What do you want, Remus?” he inched toward his left, eyes searching for a break in the traffic for his chance to escape this conversation. He’d long ago gone through all the stages of Remus Avoidance: ignoring, shouting, even tattling when they’d all been back in grade school together. 

Unfortunately, the endless tenacity that had somehow gotten Remus into the same university as his inarguably superior twin was just as easily directed to his apparent favorite pastime: annoying the hell out of Logan.

“I want you to come as my date to my birthday party, of course!” Remus said, shoving a crumpled version of the invitation he’d helped Roman design into his hand.

Logan blinked up his’ manic smile before staring down at the gold foil invitation. “Your…”

“My date, yeah,” Remus nodded, squeezing in a little closer as a gaggle of freshmen moved behind him, nattering away about an upcoming final. “You’re going, aren’t you?”

“Yes, of course I’m going!” A flash of irritation, too strong to hide, sharpened his tone. Remus didn’t seem to notice. Or care. “I am co-hosting the event.” The green-haired gremlin just nodded, smiling with too much teeth. “For your brother.”

“Oh, I know that,” he cackled, half-heartedly punching his shoulder. “But he’s got his own date already. I want you to be my date.”

“I am not attracted to your—” The lie died on his lips. Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. He wasn’t attracted to Roman.

Thankfully, Remus was too distracted, staring up at a commotion on the landing above them. He briefly imagined he’d heard Roman’s voice, but his wish for an easy escape from this conversation he was in no way ready—would never be ready—to have was just that. A wish.

“So is that a ‘yes?’” Remus asked, smiling back at him.

“No, that is a ‘no.’” Logan said firmly, holding his books close to his chest as he worked his way into the crown leaving the building.

“But I’ll see you there!” Remus called after him, giddy with whatever scheme he’d devised to harass Logan further.

Logan didn’t bother to answer and instead moved with the crowd out to the Quad and off to his next class. He barely noticed the invitation still gripped tightly in his hand.

~

Remus grinned as he watched Logan maneuver his way through the throngs of slow-moving students. “It’s never going to work,” Roman said from the landing above, leaning over the railing to be heard over the midday tumult.

“Of course it is,” Remus countered, hoisting himself up and over the railing before taking the stairs up, three steps at a time. He shrugged, still smiling, at his brother. “He’s gonna be there, isn’t he?”

“He’s throwing the party!” Roman cried, eyes wide. “And since when do you actually like my friends?”

“Ew, I don’t,” he laughed, heading down the stairs and toward the door where Logan had just escaped. Roman followed, too much of a nosy bitch to let him get far. When the door swung open to release a squad of jostling frat boys, Remus caught just a glimpse of Logan’s raven hair out on the quad, shining in the sun. “Just that one.”

~

Heavy bass pounded inside the roller rink, muffled but not silenced by the door Logan let close behind him. He leaned against it, the June night air cooler than he’d feared. Or maybe it was just cooler outside compared to the muggy heat of fifty of Roman and Remus’ closest friends bouncing off of one another inside the crowded venue.

At least Logan had been able to convince Roman to limit the guest list with a Pairs Event theme. Even if it meant he would sit out most of the skating. But that was satisfactory. Logan had had his fill at actual skate competitions back in high school.

All things considered, the party wasn’t bad and there were parts Logan genuinely found enjoyable. It seemed Remus’ big plan had been to stand him up—Roman’s chaotic twin hadn’t bothered to show up for his own birthday party. Logan sighed and leaned a little heavier against the door. All the more reason to ignore the little spark that danced through his mind whenever he spotted that tuft of neon green.

A giggling couple approached, side-walking up the steps toward the entrance. Their mocked-up ‘competitor’ bibs half-hanging from their backs, the taller of the pair carried a large bottle partially hidden in a brown paper bag. They paused as they drew nearer, the large ‘Emergency Exit Only’ sign above Logan’s head making for a nice deterrent. He’d chosen his spot carefully, deactivating the alarm for a guaranteed space for air when he needed breaks from the party.

“Couples figure skating begins in fifteen minutes, if you’re ‘competing,’” Logan told them, tapping his watch. Roman’s muted voice buzzed through the gap under the door, his words unintelligible but his excitement palpable. More than likely, he was making the same announcement inside. “Roman’s crafted a secret prize for the winner.”

“Oh, thanks, Lo!” they cheered as they clomped past, taking the long way back to the main entrance. They stumbled slightly, leaning on each other until they turned just out of Logan’s sight.

“Thanks, Lo Lo,” Remus purred, too close to his other side.

Logan jolted, pivoting away too fast for Remus’ outstretched hand. His toe stop squeaked against the floorboards and he glared up at the wayward brother. He'd shed his usual motorcycle jacket and tight ripped jeans and was dressed instead in a long-sleeved green shirt under a deep blue denim vest and matching pants. A bit of sparkle flashed in the denim. It reminded Logan of his old skating competition clothes. What the hell is he playing at? “Where have you been? The party— your— party started over an hour ago!”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” he cooed but didn’t move closer. One hand was tucked behind his back, the other hand the railing next to them in a death grip. “Did you miss me?” he asked with a grin, eyebrows dancing in a spot-on imitation of Andrew Scott’s Moriarty.

“Of course not.” Of course he didn’t miss his vaguely derogative nicknames or how he stood too close or stared into his eyes when he spoke. “Roman was looking for you.”

“Eh,” Remus shrugged, his smile falling into a smirk. “So why are you out here? Looking for me, too?”

“No.” Logan looked out over the side parking lot. This vantage point specifically wouldn’t allow him to watch for the approach of Remus’ car or the entrance to see him slither in late to his own birthday party. He couldn’t look for Remus here. “But you are correct,” he muttered. “I should return.”

He turned and side-stepped upstairs. He was half-way up the flight when he noticed the lack of Remus’ skates tromping behind him. Logan looked over his shoulder and Remus had barely moved. “Are you not going inside?”

“Afraid you’ll miss the chance to skate with me?” Remus smirked back. Logan crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes. He was certainly not going to entertain the idea just to have Remus play some trick in front of everyone.  “Don’t get your pencils twisted. I’m coming.” He inched forward, one hand still gripping the railing. “Well, not yet, anyway. That would be rude without my date.”

“I’m not your date,” Logan reminded him, frowning at his remark. He waited another long moment and listened as the music shifted and Roman’s voice again filtered through the cracks between the exit doors. “If you wish to see at least some of your birthday party, we should return.”

“Oooh, ‘we…’” Remus laughed, sharp and bright. His smile had gone a little brittle and though he’d slid a little closer, he’d still not joined Logan on the stairs. He would have to let go of the side railing to get any closer, and he seemed… intent on keeping hold of it. Almost as though…

“Remus?” Logan asked, stepping closer. “Remus do you not know how to roller skate?”

“I can skate,” he insisted, hand still wrapped around the rail. “I’m just… just a little rusty.” Remus’ smile finally cracked and he looked up. Logan remained silent. “Fine!” he said, letting go of the railing. Remus slid closer to the first step, perhaps a little wobbly. He reached for the bannister and stepped up to the first stair. “I’ll show you. I’ll just—”

His words cut out when his front wheels spun out, toe stop catching on the edge of the step. His back leg shot out and he slammed to his knees, arms spread and revealing the small wrapped package he’d been hiding behind his back. The box skidded across the floor, a corner of the silver-starred paper tearing.

“Remus?” Logan hop-skipped down the stairs two at a time. He landed near him just as Remus was pushing himself up to sit, back propped against the railing to which he’d been clinging to. “Remus, are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, Pocket Protector,” Remus muttered, looking away and brushing the dust off his knees. “Just go in. I’ll…”

Logan had sat beside him and stretched to reach for the small box. “You dropped your present for Roman.”

“Not for Roman,” Remus said, barely audible. “”S for you. If you don’t want it…” He shrugged, the bravado, the teasing, the confidence in his voice evaporated into the night.

“For me?” Logan turned the small package around in his hands. Remus had wrapped it in deep indigo paper and had apparently stamped a star pattern over the finished gift.

Remus shrugged. “You didn’t hafta get me anything this year.”

“Your gift is inside at the party,” Logan said, setting aside the gift and his curiosity. “I wouldn’t bring Roman a gift without one for you, as well.”

“Why?”

Logan didn’t have an answer for that so instead he shifted to face him. “Why did Roman ask for a birthday party at a roller rink if you can’t roller skate?”

“Brotherly love?” Remus’ laugh was hollow. Roman’s voice boomed through the building again, even louder this time. “Dick move, yeah.” He waved Logan on. “You should go in. He is your best friend.”

Logan pushed himself up to one knee and waited for another laugh, another smirk, another ‘Nerd!’ 

Remus was quiet and still wouldn‘t look at him. Logan pushed to his feet and turned his foot, bracing himself. He reached for Remus’ hands with both of his. “Not without my date,” he said.

Remus’ head shot up, eyes narrowed. “Getting me back for the time I put isotropic polymers in your chem lab final?”

Logan dropped his hands. “I thought that was you!” The music inside the rink shifted into a fanfare and Logan let out a slow breath. “No. I will not exact my revenge for that event tonight.” He crouched and took Remus’ hands, then stood, skates braced against each other as he helped him to his feet.

“Tonight,” he said, his own smile matching Remus’ tentative grin. “Tonight let’s show your brother how much of a dick move that was.”

“You really are my Pocket Protector, aren’t you?” Remus laughed.

Hands still wrapped around Remus’, Logan pushed his right hand back as he pulled the left closer, spinning the taller man until he faced the wall. “Tomorrow, you should watch your back.”

Still laughing, Remus nodded. “You got it, nerd.”

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Full gift exchange series

#sanders sides #ts logan #ts remus #intrulogical #eventually #college au #logan sanders #remus sanders #ts roman #roman sanders #briefly

[why-am-i-here-someone-save-me]

Just Once More

TWs: Pure Angst, [Name] has Hanahaki disease, unknowingly mutual pining, misunderstandings, blood, character death, song lyrics

A bright smile grew on the 11th Harbinger’s face as he stepped off of the ship and onto the frosted over dock. Tartaglia could hear the excited chatter and laughter of his subordinates behind him, but he made no move to correct their rambunctious behavior. Everyone in his faction knew that if there was one day that the harbinger allowed such open celebration, it was the day that they stepped foot back on Snezhnaya. His blue eyes eagerly scanned the crowd of loved ones waiting for the return of their dear ones.

A spark of light appeared in his usually dulled eyes as they landed on a familiar group of people. He smiled and began to make his way towards them, a laugh coming from him as he catches the small figure the runs towards him excitedly, effortlessly picking them up. “Well hello to you too Teucer! Missed me did you?” The smaller boy nodded rapidly before beginning to tell his older brother about all the things he had been waiting to talk about. Childe chuckles as he heads toward the rest of his family, ruffling his brother’s hair as he walks. He sets Teucer down and hugs the rest of his siblings and his parents. A small look of confusion forms on his face as he registers that someone is missing.

One more day…

Where were you? You had never missed one of his returns.

“Where’s [Name]? Did something happen?” He notes the concern in his voice and tries to disregard it. He’s just a bit worried about his closest childhood friend, that’s completely normal right? “[Name] couldn’t make it today unfortunately. They have been helping their mother with the shop while she recovers from a fever. Nothing too serious. I’ll bet they’ll be over first thing tomorrow knowing them!” Ajax’s concerns abate a little at his mother’s reassurances that you’re okay, trying to ignore the sudden anticipation for tomorrow that fills him.

Sure enough, you’d shown up at his home early the next day, a huge smile on your face, one he’s sure is reflected on his own face as well. You had spent a while there, all too eager to catch up with the one you had been missing.

It had been wonderful. Blissful even. Which is why you had been completely unprepared for it when it happened.

“Thank you for always watching over my siblings while I’m away [Name]. You’re such an incredible friend. I’m lucky to have you!” You had never been prepared for the words you had heard. They repeat in your head over and over, bouncing around your thoughts like a wreaking ball.

‘such an incredible friend.’

‘incredible friend.’

‘friend.’

You immediately suppressed the sadness that attempted to enjulf your expression, opting instead to smile. “Of course Ajax. You know I don’t mind at all. That’s the least I can do for a friend!” The words burned as they passed your lips. No, you wanted to say, I don’t mind doing it not because I’m your friend, but because I love you. But of course you would never tell him that.

When you returned home that night, you sobbed yourself to sleep, your heart feeling as though it’d been torn into bits.

One last night…

When you next saw Ajax, it was the day he was departing yet again. His family had asked if you wanted to go with them to see him off, and your intentions of declining were dashed at the sight of Teucer’s puppy eyed expression.

You wish you would have stayed strong and not given in. Maybe then your heart wouldn’t hurt even worse than before. Something had cracked in you when the ship took off, Ajax not once turning and giving you a wave like he would in the past.

You close the door to your room and sit on your bed, your eyes glossing over before the tears you hadn’t let yourself shed earlier that day were finally released.

‘I guess he’s finally outgrown me…’

Just one more second…

Teucer may have been young, but he was not as naïve as some believed him to be. He noticed as your visits became less and less often, how when you did visit your smiles didn’t quite reach your eyes. He knew you were sad.

He was also the first to learn of your condition.

It had been by sheer luck. The boy had been happily telling you about what his older brother’s most recently t letter was about, when you began to cough. The boy looked surprised, but it quickly changed to panic and shock as you were wracked by heavy fits of coughing. He began to tear up and hug you in worry, and you hugged him back as best you could. When you finally managed to catch your breath he looked up at you, his eyes widening as something pink and red fluttered past him. Then another, and another. He stared at them in confusion and fear.

You quickly grabbed the fluttering objects and shoved them into your pocket hurriedly, not wanting to scare him further. The child was worried about you, very much so, and he didn’t completely believe you when you insisted you were okay, but dropped the subject eventually, trying to forget how scared he’d been.

When you got home you had quickly threw the contents of your pocket into the trash, refusing to look at them.

No one but Teucer knew why you suddenly got so sick.

No one but Teucer knew, and as much as he wanted to tell someone, to tell anyone, just so that you could be helped, you had made him promise to keep it a secret.

No one but Teucer knew about the pink flower petals that were peppered with scarlet blood.

And I swear…

Your condition steadily grew worse, but you persevered, hiding the severity of your affliction behind faux smiles and faked excitement, even as the trashcan in your room began to overflow with bloody pink petals. Even as you felt the flowers in your chest dig deeper and deeper into your broken heart, you kept going.

I’d be satisfied…

You carried on, refusing to give in. Every day was hard, and each one only got more and more difficult. But you were making it.

Until one day you weren’t.

But then again…

You hadn’t known Ajax was back until you saw him at the market. You had flinched when you saw him in the distance, your chest burning painfully at the sight of him.

The burning pain increased tenfold when you saw what he was doing.

The feeling of envy that reared it’s head inside your mind left you disgusted at yourself. You quickly turned away and began to rush back home, trying not to think about what you had seen.

But the sight of Ajax laughing so so happily while talking with the young woman running a flower shop haunted your mind relentlessly.

You didn’t see Ajax notice your retreating figure leaving the market. You didn’t notice the confusion that appeared on his face.

You didn’t see that the flowers he had purchased were addressed to you.

I know just what I’d do…

When Ajax had knocked on the door to your home, he had expected you to answer it with the same smile that you always had.

But then he’d waited.

And waited.

And waited.

A pit formed in his stomach as he strained his ears for any sort of noise from inside the house. But there was nothing. He hesitated for a moment before his worry surpassed his regard for how upset you would be with him. His worries won, and he set the flowers down as he forced open the door.

His whole world froze.

I’d just keep wishing still…

You lie on the ground, looking to have fallen. Pink flower petals, speckled with red, surround you, and it’s only when he reaches your collapsed form that the metallic smell he knows by heart reaches him. His heart drops as he realizes that no, the petals aren’t red themselves.

They are red with blood.

He pulls you up into his arms, panicking. You’re barely hanging on, and as much as he refuses to acknowledge it, he knows you aren’t going to make it. Your eyes crack open a tiny bit, distant as your vision flickers in and out. The colors of the world are bleeding together, everything swirling around haphazardly. You hear a voice, a familiar voice, full of panic and distant sounding. It’s so faint that you aren’t even sure it’s really there, that he’s actually there, or if your mind is simply trying to cling onto the last comforting thing it can. Maybe he’s not even there. Maybe your just hallucinating his voice. His eyes, his hair, the panicked expression on his face, it’s all so blurry. You don’t care that it’s probably just you imagining him being there, you are too tired to care. The words that fall from your bloody lips are so soft that it’s barely a whisper, but to the one holding you, they sound deafeningly loud.

“A-Ajax… I l-love y-you…”

The harbinger sees your eyes fog over, glassy and sightless.

Dead.

An anguished wail erupts from his throat as he clutches your form closer, begging and crying for you to come back, to not leave him like this, that he needed you. His pleas fell on deaf ears, for you weren’t there to hear him anymore. The flowers that he’d dropped were suddenly a cruel twist of fate. He sobbed into your shirt, uncaring of the blood that got on him. All he could see was your empty eyes and the unmistakable paleness of death on your skin. All he could feel was the warmth that he once treasured so much beginning to leave your body.

If he had just been honest about his feelings towards you, you’d still be here. You’d be safe and alive and… and happy…

But he had lied to you. He had lied to himself.

He had said you were merely a friend.

And now he was without you.

Now, you would never hear him say that he loved you.

For one more day with you…

A.N: This was my first ever angst fic, so I’d really really REALLY appreciate feedback! I hope you enjoyed(?) it!

Taglist: @nicebonescomrade @bamboowritess @numwoon44 @nookiesposts

#luci writes #genshin impact #genshin x reader #tartagalia genshin impact #childe #genshin ajax #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #hanahaki #angst #no fluff

[skymaiden32]

Bad News

AO3 link here

Fandom: Thunderbirds, Stingray

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn (Please ask if you would like to be updated when I update or post new stories.)

Gordon gets a call from Marineville.

Set in the Mariana Trench-verse.

Continuity: TOS

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Gordon had been enjoying the peace and quiet, floating along the pool’s surface, savouring the moment. And then all hell had broken loose…

“Alan Shepard Tracy, you get back here right now!”

The youngest Tracy brother’s impish grin was audible as he taunted his unfortunate target. “You’ll have to catch me first, Virg!”

A third voice joined the fray, calmly attempting to quell the flames of the brewing argument. “Alright fellas, that’s enough.”

Virgil growled lowly. “Easy for you to say, Scott. It’s not your Thunderbird that has ‘Thunderbird 3 rules, Thunderbird 2 drools’ written all over it!” The silence was deafening. “In bright pink paint!” Okay, even Gordon had to admit that was going a little too far.

“He did what?!” …And big brother’s calm was gone. Gordon didn’t need to look up to picture the look on Scott’s face. He’d been on the receiving end of what they all liked to call The Stare more than anyone else. And he certainly didn’t envy Alan right now.

The aquanaut whistled, drawing everyone’s attention to him. “You want my opinion?” He took their silence as a yes. “Make him clean it up, then ground him for a month.” He moved off of his back, and swam towards his brothers, stretching as he did so.

“I’m not a little kid anymore!” Alan protested.

Virgil huffed, still a little annoyed with the prank, but at least Gordon could hear the amusement in his voice. “Gordon probably means grounding as in no missions, not staying in your room.”

Alan grumbled. “Same thing to us, isn’t it?”

“Should’ve thought of that before doing it then.” Scott folded his arms. “You’ll definitely be cleaning that up, immediately.” Alan sighed, accepting his fate. “I’m not going to ground you, since I have to stay to manage the island while Dad’s away and someone has to fly Thunderbird 1. Wait a few hours though and you’ll have a fresh job lined up.”

Their little brother slumped over, trudging over to the scene of the crime. “I better get to it, then…”

“Yeah, you better.” Virgil’s voice followed him. “You never know when we’ll be needed on call!”

“Speaking of Dad,” Gordon hauled himself out of the pool, and grabbed the towel he’d set aside earlier to dry himself off, “what’s the latest from Tracy HQ?” Their father had been called into an urgent meeting with Tracy Industries’ Board of Directors earlier that week, and from what they’d heard from him so far, it was a real doozy.

Scott sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Nothing good, I can tell you that…”

Virgil whistled lowly. “That bad, huh?”

“Yep.” 

“How long do you reckon he’ll be?” Gordon asked.

“I’m not really sure.” Their eldest brother shrugged. “The end of the week at the very least…”

Gordon ran a hand through his wet hair. “Well, I hope he gets back soon.” He started, throwing a cheeky smile in Virgil’s direction. “Too much stress is bad for you. Ages you by about a century.” Virgil smirked, catching on. “Ooo,” Gordon made a show of it, pointing at a random spot on Scott’s head, “is that a new grey hair?”

Virgil rubbed his chin. “You know, I think it might be, Gordon.” He hummed. “Either that or it’s an old one and big brother’s hair dye isn’t working anymore.”

“Haha. Very funny.” Scott deadpanned. “I’ll have you know that this,” he pointed to his hair, “is all natural.”

Gordon leaned in. “Are you sure?” He stage-whispered. “You are getting very old, Scooter. We’re just looking out for you…” He put on his best innocent face.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I saw some crow’s feet the other day.” Virgil added.

“Alright fellas, cut it out, will you?” Scott rolled his eyes, smiling fondly as his brothers snickered. Back in the lounge, the phone rang loudly. “I’d better get that. Might be Dad…”

They watched as their brother disappeared back inside the house. Virgil threw a grateful glance in Gordon’s direction. “Thanks Gords. I needed that laugh, even if it’s at Scott’s expense.”

“At least Scott’s a good sport about it. We wouldn’t dare make those jokes if it genuinely upset him.” Gordon chuckled, and Virgil nodded in agreement before the aquanaut changed the subject. “Don’t want to strangle Alan anymore?”

“Oh no, I’m still gonna kill him.” The pilot smirked. “My improved mood just means he has more time to plan his escape route.”

“It better be a good one then.”

“Gordon!” Scott’s voice drifted out towards them from the house. “It’s for you!”

Virgil followed his brother upstairs and into the lounge, where Scott was waiting with the video caller on. “Is it Dad?”

Scott shook his head, looking at Gordon. Based on the look on his face, they could tell it was pretty serious. “WASP business…”

Gordon quickly made his way over to where the grim face of his old Commander sat. “Commander Shore.” He nodded respectfully, suddenly very aware of his lack of clothes. “What can I do for you?”

Shore took one look at Gordon before speaking. “I’m going to assume that you just went swimming, Lieutenant Tracy.” Gordon nodded. “Then I’ll say no more about that.” He cleared his throat. “I called you to give you an update, and to make you an offer.”

The aquanaut frowned. “It must be pretty big, if you’re calling someone who left the WASPs a long time ago.”

“I realise this must be confusing, Tracy. But in truth, we’re in a tight spot.” Gordon gestured for him to continue, and Shore sighed. “Stingray is short a crew member.” Gordon’s eyes widened. “We don’t know for how long, quite possibly a good while.”

“Who? And how?” Thunderbird 4’s pilot asked, immediately worried for his old friends. He needed to know the full story.

Shore gave him an apologetic look. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you the full story, Tracy. Former WASP or not, you no longer have Marineville clearance.”

“At least give me something, Commander.” Gordon pleaded. “They’re my friends. I need to know if they’re okay.” Out of the corner of his eye, the aquanaut saw his older brothers inching closer, ready to offer comfort in any way they could. Gordon found himself feeling incredibly grateful for it. The Commander just shook his head. Gordon sighed, changing the subject. “You mentioned an offer?”

Shore seemed thankful for the change in topic. “As you know, you served temporarily on Stingray under Captain Holden before Lieutenant Griffiths took over hydrophones.” Gordon nodded. “I’m inviting you to return to active service as a temporary replacement to fill the position on Stingray’s crew. I would be able to give you the full story then. Of course, you don’t have to accept, and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to leave Thunderbird 4 without a pilot, but…” 

“Thunderbird 4?” Gordon pushed his astonishment that Shore knew the truth far beneath the surface, attempting to play it off as a case of mistaken identity. In the background, Scott and Virgil looked as if they’d seen a ghost. “With all due respect sir, you must be mistaken. How could I possibly be an International Rescue operative?”

“Quite easily, I think you’ll find.” Shore smiled. “The stunts I’ve heard Thunderbird 4 pull off, well, there’s a few men who are capable of them, but there’s only three aquanauts I can think of who would actually try, one of them works for me, another I don’t know the location of. The third one is you.” Gordon could say nothing to change the older man’s mind. The Commander grinned in triumph, knowing he was correct. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me…” He didn’t dare mention that he’d guessed it was his old friend Jeff who was running the whole outfit, thus making International Rescue a family affair.

“I’ll hold you to that.” Gordon muttered, and frowned in thought. “Well, for that reason, Commander, I’m afraid I’ll have to reject your offer to rejoin the Stingray crew. As much as I enjoyed my life at WASP, it’s time for me to stay close to my family…”

Commander Shore smiled. “Of course, I understand. Before I let you go though, I will give you some advice…” Gordon raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Be careful who you trust, Gordon Tracy. Even our closest friends can cut us deeply. And the funny thing about betrayal is that it never comes from an enemy…” He moved to sign off. “I wish you luck, and good day.” 

Gordon was faced with a black screen, playing the Commander’s last words to him over and over again in his head. The knowledge that his old Commander knew he was an International Rescue operative was the least of his worries. Betrayal never comes from an enemy… Shore had told him the truth of what had happened all this time. A member of the Stingray crew had gone rogue. 

He was barely aware of what was going on around him. His brother's voices were right next to him, asking if he was okay and begging him to say something, but all he heard were whispers. He could see Virgil in front of him, shaking him gently, but he seemed so far away. He felt Scott wrap an arm around him in a sideways hug, slowly leading him elsewhere, but felt nothing. He just felt… numb.

The next time he was aware of anything, he was sitting on a flat rock, looking out towards his favourite place, the ocean, next to his favourite people in the whole world. He lifted his head off of Scott’s shoulder, stretching out his tired limbs, and just sat with his brothers, watching the sun go down on the horizon.

Alan came down from the house with an ice cold glass of water, which Gordon took gratefully. The youngest Tracy sat between Gordon and Virgil, loath to get between Smotherhen and his current concern. The four of them just sat in silence, worries and feuds of the day put aside temporarily...

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbirds fanfiction #stingray 1964 #stingray fanfiction #thunderfam #gordon tracy #alan tracy #virgil tracy #scott tracy #commander sam shore #sky writes stuff

[flimflam707]

The invitation

This is the introduction of my ikemen vampire OC to the ikemen oc vacation! :) Her name is Luka Klein. I'm really excited for this event, 'cause I've never done anything like this before. Anyway enjoy!

“Alright then see you later!” Luka said as she waved goodbye to the two Van Gogh brothers who were going out to an exhibition. Now that her conversation partner has left she wandered around the mansion again, looking for something to catch her attention. Most of the residents were either out or were busy with work. I can’t believe it, I’ve never been bored ever since my arrival here. It has always been so chaotic. Luka laughed silently to herself. It was true though. Ever since her arrival to the 19th century, she was taking on projects with the other vampires left and right. I mean who wouldn’t if you were living with great minds like Vincent Van Gogh and Isaac Newton! On top of that, she also had to get used to a completely new living environment and her vampirism. However at this moment she felt… bored..  Maybe I’m finally getting used to the mansion. I guess I’m finally feeling… at home.  Her thoughts drifted away to the time she helped Sebastian cook … when Vincent was teaching her to paint … going to l’école with Napoleon and Isaac … walking with Dazai … shopping with le Comte … finding a letter … going to Shakesp- Finding a letter?

Luka’s thoughts came to a halt, as did her footsteps. She had made her way to her room and on her desk there was a letter. She walked towards it and held it in her hands. Who could have sent me a letter? I barely know anyone outside the mansion. Luka wondered as she opened the envelope.

Greetings, This invitation is for your eyes only. I am writing you to invite you on a once in a lifetime trip to another world. I do understand that sounds implausible. But I assure you, I heard your voice across time. I have arranged for a luxurious vacation for you and various like-minded travellers. If you dare to explore a new world with us, meet me in three days at the location and time indicated on the opposite side of this letter. Unfortunately there is no way to RSVP, so I will not wait. The doorway will only appear for a moment, so please only bring what you can easily carry. You will be returned after your vacation back to the very moment you left, so take care in your preparations to leave. Your safe return is guaranteed. Kind regards, Daniel Lamech

What in the world is this? Luka looked upon this letter with a puzzled expression. A trip to another world? Sounds like the plot of a science fiction movie. But I guess not entirely impossible. I mean I already travelled through time and became a vampire, what’s travelling to another world gonna do to me! Luka lifted her head up, her eyes had a slight sparkle in them. This is what she was looking for! A sweet release of her unexpected boredom! She made up her mind, if she was going to be returned right at the moment she left, then it couldn’t hurt right? 

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“Let’s check one last time. My backpack is packed, my clothes look fine, I’ve got my letter…” The time of the rendez-vous was almost there. So Luka was hustling around her room to make sure she was completely ready. “Alright!” She said to herself, “I guess that is that, I’m ready! So let’s go meet this Daniel.”

She moved swiftly across the hallways. If anyone were to catch her now, all packed and ready to leave, there would be no end to the list of questions, so she had to be quiet. After a couple more brisk steps she arrived at the door. The same door that le comte used to get around in time. I wonder where I’ll be going? The only thing I dare hope for is that he will stay true to his promise and return me safely. As she finished that thought the watch on her wrist indicated the exact time of the meet-up written on the back of the envelope. A creak of the door in front of her made her look up and a man with sunglasses opened it from the other side.

“Here again?” He said, some exasperation lingering in his voice. Sunglasses? Luka noticed Sunglasses already exist at this time, however you rarely see them around, let alone glasses is that style. Is he from the future like me? The man took a couple steps in the mansion, keeping his hand on the door to prevent it from closing. He looked down at her, a haughty air around him. “You seem young.” He said. And what tf is that supposed to mean? Weird greeting man. Luka huffed slightly at him as she kept those words to herself. “My guess is that you’re Daniel Lamech?” She said, holding up the invitation to this ‘luxurious vacation’. “Yes, that’s me. You look younger than expected. But you're one of my uncle's, so I'm sure you'll be okay. I have enough sustenance for both of us.” Sustenance? Uncle? … Wait, does he mean Comte?! Daniel held out his hand, indicating to her to take it. She looked at him once more. If he really is Comte’s nephew then he should be trustworthy, right?  With this new discovery about mystery man Lamech she took his hand and was led through the door. 

Led to a different world.

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Masterlist

#ikemen oc vacation #ikemen series #Luka Klein #ikevamp oc: Luka Klein

[swagglessmoth]

I’m gonna mention a few fics by name that have me hooked (some of them I’m pretty sure that have been discontinued but if there’s no note from the author then I’ll keep waiting 🤞)

1. On the edge of seventeen by Scratchienails (obviously) [ao3]

When I saw that the third chapter came out I went so feral I couldn’t read it for a full 45 minutes. That’s all I’m gonna say, I have three other full posts dedicated to this fic

By the same author theres also “But the sea changes colours” it’s based around the same idea that Roger never died but Roger and Shanks steal baby Luffy from Garp and Dragon (it’s very funny but I think it’s been discontinued)

2. A boy with a scar by Syluk [ao3]

It’s a fic about Luffy having been taken as a slave when he was a child and how this affects the story. It has 33 chapters and counting and IT IS SO GOOD AA. Really love when authors take into account all the consequences the changes of the au would have in canon, I mean, like characters that haven’t met the main crew yet still doing things off frame. And the characterization is on point, I love that

3. Blackout / How to catch a Shikari / Brothers under the moon by rikuai12 [ao3/fanfiction]

THIS AUTHOR RAAAAA

That’s all I’ll say

4. Maybe this is home by Lilian_lav [ao3]

At first I was kind of hesitant bc Luffy was kind of out of character and everyone hated him, but as the chapters went on the little cryptid fuck grew on me and so did on the other characters. It has 24 chapters and counting and it’s really fun how asl interact with the heart pirates (though I’m kind of only interested in luffy but that’s just bc I’m hyperfixating)

5. Beyond blood by Justcallmecookie [fanfiction]

This one has permanently marked me and I will never forget about it. It’s about Luffy running away from the government and trying to find Ace after they find out he is Dragon’s son and call on a buster call on Dawn island. Sadly it’s been discontinued but it’s still a really good plot, story and writing overall

Though there is this fic (Blood is thicker then water by ImHyperfixatingdontBotherMe [ao3]) that is inspired by this one and kind of taking their own spin on it. It’s still ongoing and I do recommend it even though it doesn’t have the same vive as the original

6. Colour the ocean red (to prove my love to you) by Epiphany_Of_SummerSunsets [ao3]

It’s super cute with mer teen Shanks and little Luffy, I love their interactions and with there were more fics about them. I also like the mystery with the murders going around and the fact that they made Rouge Garps daughter. Really in love with the whole Monkey D. Gol D. family with asl + Buggy

7. Luffy is Lost in The MHA/BNHA world, but he gets taken in by the Yaoyorozu's and attends school by AndreiStrambeanu [ao3]

…listen, hear me out..

Okay the title is pretty self explanatory and it may not be everyone’s cup of tea but I was bored and it was entertaining. The writing is kinda ass sometimes and there are a lot of plotholes (of which the author is concious about and doesn’t give any fucks) but it IS the author’s first fic (at least published on ao3) so I’ll give them the pass. It is meant to entertain not be a magnum opus, and it does it’s purpose. It is also still ongoing so I’ll take whatever I can

8. Almost giving up before we’ve even started by Leohanan [ao3]

THIS ONE OMG 💞💞

Incredible piece of literature, I loved every second of it. Rouge adopting asl is the best plot and idea ever and I love it. AND ITS COMPLETE 10/10 would read again

8. Tempus Edax Rerum (I think that’s how it’s spelled) by appl_juice [ao3]

Really cute with little Shanks time traveling and ending up with the strawhats, it only has 4 chapters and unfortunately I think it has been discontinued but it had a really good plot and didn’t feel ooc which adds extra points

9. Oden’s eldest by Alexiledit [ao3]

I’ll be careful with this one cause I know the author is on tumblr

I really like it, but not for the fic itself unfortunately, but for the posts about it they have on their tumblr (which expand much more on the au). The fic has one chapter and I think it’s been discontinued, the writing isn’t magnificent but I like the plot. I’ve actually made several pieces of fanart bc this au stuck to my brain and refused to let go for some time. I have a bad habit of taking characters I love and putting them in already existent family dynamics with characters that have nothing to do with them, so I see why I loved this au so much

There are others like Old truths by GreaterAwareness [ao3] Flashy brotherhood by Airuna [ao3] and Tomorrow before yesterday beguins by Staryty [ao3] (this one I’m still halfway though) which have amazing plots and writing but I got kind of bored (I think bc they focused more on Ace or other characters other than Luffy and I exclusively read Luffy centric fics) but they are amazing anyway and should still be acknowledged like the rest.

This is not a tier list, I’m not ranking them in any order whatsoever. I just like ranting

[the-painted-siren]

Can We Stop, Time?

Surprise!! I had @tippydoorman for the writing portion of the Oc Secret Summer. Here it is, some 3k words of out-of-control rambling on their oc Mel and some of his relationships, both romantic and platonic. Hopefully, I got it all in character because I’ll tell you this, I have never written for someone else’s character before and that made me so nervous. Also, literally, don’t ever apologize for giving your oc “bad taste in men.” I can’t protest when I know my oc Calem’s mom would, unfortunately, date Acronix if given the opportunity. (Side note: I have not posted this on AO3 yet. If you would like me to, let me know. Or, if you want to post it on AO3 yourself, you’re free to do so. I give you full permission.)  

Krux’s heart made the executive decision to be a menace on an average workday at exactly 9:47 AM. Such feelings didn’t reveal their name to him—nor would they for a long time, curse it all. But to the best of his recollection, it started out like this:

It was a bright and beautiful morning. The usual amount of energy flowed through the museum. There were earnest tourists and far more earnest tour guides—people trickling in to marvel at the exhibits the same as they always had for as long as anyone could remember. Then there was Krux, struggling to hide his disdain for the inanity of it all, even when secluded away in the confines of his office. Though such a place allowed for him to peacefully catch up on his paperwork—or stew in his indignation despite his refusal to admit it—he couldn’t help but swear out the circumstances that had put him there. 

Perhaps, if he had his usual morning coffee, he might be less grumpy. But as the world stood with its overcrowded coffee shops and slow-moving lines, Krux had to openly express his unhappiness. He had to. 

“Excuse me, Dr. Saunders?”

“What is it, Dwayne?” Krux growled out. He eyed the museum’s new young intern with no small amount of irritation. “I’m busy.” 

“There’s someone here to see you, sir.” 

“See me?” Krux tried not to sound surprised, even as he pitched his voice into his Dr. Saunders demeanor. He turned his head toward the calendar and adjoining clock. He had no appointments today and it was too soon for the Time Vortex to spit his brother out—not that he would ever forget when that was supposed to be. That left no one that Krux knew to expect. “Who could possibly be here to see me?” 

“Just someone to bring you coffee. I heard through the grapevine you weren’t able to get any today.” 

Krux felt all the air in his lungs empty at the sound of Mel’s voice and again at the sight of him standing in the doorway. It felt like every time Krux saw Mel, he forgot how handsome he was—thick locks of silver-streaked hair, warm and dark eyes, and a perfectly square jawline. Krux felt his heart beat a little faster at the sight. The sound of the ticking clock passed through the office as he took it in, and then: 

“You can go, Dwayne,” Krux said with a cough. The intern scurried off like no tomorrow. “What are you doing here, Mel?”

“Visiting you,” Mel replied as he handed Krux the coffee.

“I’m quite busy today, you know.” Krux leaned back in his chair. “I’m working.” 

“And that means I can’t visit you?” 

It was only by the grace of the five tortoise deities that Krux managed to cover his grimace with his coffee cup. Alright fine, he conceded. He did give Mel permission to visit him at work whenever he wanted. Just as a sign of goodwill after Mel repeatedly kept the bar open for him alone after all the long nights spent hunched over the copious amounts of museum work he’d picked up. And to, of course, honor their newly formed relationship. 

“Alright, alright.” Krux waved his hand noncommittally. “But you do know I can’t entertain you. It’s going to be quite boring.” 

“Fine by me,” Mel replied. “So long as I can be here with you.” 

A soft, fluffy flower bloomed in Krux’s chest at the sweetness of the statement. He almost wanted to gag at how lovely it sounded. Almost. He didn’t because he refused to risk hurting Mel’s feelings. But it was a near thing. And though he'd never admit it, not even absentmindedly between the scratching of his pencil against the parchment, he appreciated the sentiment. 

“What are you working on?” Mel asked after some time had passed.  

Krux tapped his pen against the paper as if bidding Mel take a peek. 

“The Ancient Stone Samurai Warrior?” 

“It's approximately twenty-seven feet tall including the ornamental horns," Krux stated smugly. "We had one of our senior archeologists uncover it after a sinkhole formed in the west wing. We’re now converting it to display the Bottomless Sinkhole."

"You've been busy," Mel surmised. He looked suitably impressed by the stacks of documents logging everything about the warrior, even down to the minutest details. "Do you ever get a break from all of this?"

Krux could have deflated at that question. He would have deflated, actually, if he had even an ounce less of pride. But he'd long since concluded that he loved his work too much to take the breaks he knew he'd earned. And beyond that, he didn't think he could risk stepping away from the museum for too long, not unless it was to sleep. He currently had hundreds if not thousands of genetically mutated Devourer eggs incubating beneath the museum, not to mention he had to stay wary of Ray and Maya, lest they cause problems while he wasn't looking.

"I think you know the answer to that."

"Not even a lunch break?"

"I am administered an hour lunch break in the afternoon, though, I don't often use it."

"Care to use it today?"

Krux blanked. He... what... huh? He found himself staring at Mel for far too long than what was socially acceptable. Had he known how ridiculous he looked, with his mouth dropped open and his coffee cup tipping so far over it could have spilled into his lap, he would have righted himself at once.

"You... are you asking me out?" Krux asked. He then clarified. "On a date?"

"I am," Mel confirmed.

Krux again glimpsed up at the clock and calendar. He shouldn't leave, he couldn't leave, not with the remaining slog of bookkeeping right before him, or his soon-to-hatch Vermillion warriors, or his captive blacksmiths. His twin's return would be upon him soon. And his employees? He bit back a groan of the utmost despair. He didn't dare imagine the kind of heckling some of his employees would give him if he took up the offer. Misako, especially—she could be a nuisance when she so desired.

But catching the genuine expression of hope Mel wore, looking into his eyes, tracing the curve of his cheek? He couldn't imagine how nice that would be. How long would it be if he escaped his obligations? An hour. Surely, if he slept eight hours a night and nothing went wrong then, it couldn't dissolve into chaos within an hour, right?

Right.

Krux was meticulous with time. He could be in and out of somewhere within the second. He had obtained a pocket watch years ago for that very purpose. He didn't doubt his abilities.

"Alright," Krux started. He struggled to ignore the joyful smile that opened out across Mel's face. "I suppose I could take a break."

"Then I'll see you this afternoon?"

"Oh... why not?"

***

The park Mel liked to frequent was a serviceable place—at least, that’s how Krux saw it. About an acre of flourishing, well-kept land stretched out across the east end of Ninjago City. Its paved pathway wove through a scattering of pink-blossomed trees, the occasional wooden bench standing beneath a patch of shade away from the sun.

Mel greeted him with a warm smile that sent a wave of warmth rolling through Krux. Thankfully, he had the sense to ignore the butterflies in his stomach causing that warmth, even as he and Mel walked side by side. Therein a moment occurred when Krux felt Mel's fingers brush against his hand and he pulled away.

"Sorry." Krux proffered an uneasy statement. "I'm not very..."

Mel understood right away and said nothing more about the subject. Krux supposed that was all he could ask for. Even in the midst of Krux's awkwardness, Mel found a way to start a conversation—a skill he'd honed to mastery after running for his bar for so many years. Krux admired it and even took some contentedness in the fact that it could prompt the flow of a story about challenging the other kids for rights to the first slice of honeycomb cake from their village's bakery. It had sadly ended in Acronix climbing—and falling from—the flagpole in the town center, dropping their favorite dessert into the mud after Krux dared him to try throwing it at him.

The village kids didn't talk to them for a month after the incident.

“I didn’t take you for someone who played games, Sander," Mel told him once the story had finished. "Nor an antagonist."

"I don't usually," Krux admitted. "But I can be persuaded into it when I'm around the right people."

"And what constitutes right people?" Mel asked.

Krux huffed out a laugh as he strayed off the path and into the welcoming arms of the cherry blossom trees. "What's with that kind of question? Are you trying to find out?"

He didn't quite hear what Mel had said in response as he slid around the base of a particularly thick tree, latched onto the lowest branch, and pulled himself up with barely any resistance.

"-though I'm beginning to see that I don't know that much about you. Do I, Sander?" Mel rounded the tree. All too quickly, his expression faded from half-entertained to bemused beyond reason. “Sander?” 

His brows furrowed low, his gaze slipped from one end of the park to the other in search of his partner. To Mel it had seemed like he had just vanished into thin air. 

Krux balanced carefully on the sturdiest limb, watching all of this with a wave of quiet levity. He didn’t usually preen or engage in pranks like this—no, such things fell more into Acronix’s territory. But Krux would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy watching Mel’s head swivel around like a rolling chair. Krux let this persist for a few minutes, not too long to drive Mel out of the park but long enough that he could see Mel growing frustrated with the antics. 

“Okay, Sander, you got me. Very funny.” 

Krux grinned at that and decided to do something he knew he shouldn’t. With a silence that would rival a ninja, he stretched down, slow and measured until his fingers grazed the edge of Mel’s shirt… 

…then hauled his partner into the tree. 

“Sander!” Mel scrambled for purchase like a half-frenzied cat on a curtain, shoes scraping against the branches. Krux tried not to chuckle at the sight. Instead, he leaned over—his head nearly reaching his heels—to offer Mel his arm. “I am not a young man anymore!” Mel said, grabbing onto Krux’s arm. “This is too much adventure for me.” 

“Relax, will you?” Krux replied. 

“One of us is gonna fall and end up in the hospital,” Mel continued, though much less panicked now that Krux had pulled them both to safety. 

“I wouldn’t let that happen.” 

There was a matter-of-fact confidence to Krux’s voice that he so rarely used nowadays. So few times had he ever dropped his jolly Dr. Sander Saunders facade, Krux realized only Mel must know what he genuinely sounded like. He figured he’d have to tie those loose ends at a later date, especially when Acronix returned. But for now, he figured it’d be okay to let a little of his true self slip out.

“Even so, I’d feel more comfortable on the ground.” 

Krux carefully hid the eye-roll he saved for the occasional times he’d lower his guard. With something a little more graceful than the average person, he swept Mel into his arms and dropped down from the tree. There was a yelp, branches shaking, and Krux landing on the trimmed grass at a near-thunderous volume. As he stood up again, he noticed the halo of soft, pink petals showering down and the sunlight catching on the world around him in a way that made Mel’s face glow. And his eyes?

Oh, his eyes. They were sparkling, staring right at Krux. 

“Were you always this strong?” Mel asked after a while. 

“I’d like to think so."

Krux didn't hesitate even a millisecond longer. Gently yet swiftly he set Mel back down on the ground, where he let out a sigh of pure relief. Hand on his chest, Mel glanced at Krux with the slightest amount of disapproval.

"Please, do not ever do that again," he wheezed.

"As long as you say so."

Krux slowly meandered back toward the pathway, twirling his pocket watch into his hand as he often did while walking anywhere. He could more feel rather than see Mel's stare boring into his back. He wondered briefly if Mel was simmering in irritation behind him, allowing for the presence of several future scenarios that he didn't want to consider for too long. He reached his hand back to hold it before Mel, who looked first at it and then at Krux in deep puzzlement.

"What are you...?"

Krux actually rolled his eyes this time. "Did you want to hold my hand?"

"I thought you weren't-"

"I'm not," Krux cut him off. "Consider it my apology."

Mel broke out in a sunny smile and happily held hands with Krux. They didn't say anything else for the rest of Krux's break—Krux didn't think they needed to. They'd found a comfortable silence together.

***

A Few Years Later

Mel’s heart had made the executive decision to be a menace a long time ago. He knew the names of his emotions—things like love and affection—and he knew he always risked having them for those who’d never reciprocate them. He’d like to think that made him more reasonable than most people, more understanding of people. Gentle and safe against the rest of the world scraping against the softness of every soul.  

‘It comes in handy,’ he thought, especially when in regards to Dareth spilling into the bar with the friends he’d been begging Mel to meet for ages. Mel admitted he’d had his reservations about it, but he trusted Dareth and his judgment, and he was soon to find that trust hadn’t been misplaced. 

Six brightly colored rainbow ninja staggered to their feet after having basically run each other over trying to get into the building first. They exchanged jabs and laughter like it was second nature to their very beings—the red one half-viciously kicked the blue one back down after a particularly snarky insult. Mel carefully eyed some of the rounder-faced ones, knowing he wouldn’t serve them any alcohol. All the same, he welcomed them into his bar. 

“Mel!” Dareth said, a cheery smile opening out across his face. He gestured hastily to the man in front of him. “Guys, this is Mel. Mel, I’d formally like you to meet-“

“The ninja,” Mel finished. Already, he could feel a fond smile pulling at his lips. 

“Ah, so you’ve heard of me.” Kai thrust out a hand in Mel’s direction. “Master of Fire? Insanely handsome?” 

“More like insanely full of it,” Jay seethed. He had popped up from the ground at a speed near untraceable to Mel’s eyes. Before anyone could utter another word, Jay tackled Kai to the ground, and the rest collapsed into chaos. There followed a good amount of kicking and screaming the likes Mel hadn’t seen in awhile. Certainly it was a sight to behold.

Dareth winced as the rowdiness rose beyond an acceptable level. “Okay, guys? Can we tone it down a little? Uh, Lloyd, can you…?”

A rigid blur of green went marching into the fray. In one swift movement, they yanked Kai and Jay apart and started to whisper something to them in a very low, very angry voice. Judging by the expressions of terror that went out across Kai’s and Jay’s faces, it seemed Lloyd had nothing kind to hand them. A genuine surprise as Lloyd had one of the younger, fresher faces among the team to imply a more peaceful and reserved nature. 

“Our apologies for the ruckus, Mel,” Zane said. His movements were somehow quick and slow at the same time, smooth and unerring, and unnervingly quiet. But when Mel shook his hand, he knew that Zane was the same as the other ninja. “It’s an honor to meet someone that Dareth holds in such high esteem.”

“And thank you for having us,” Nya added. 

“Of course,” Mel replied, grasping Nya’s hand in a warm handshake. “Any friend of Dareth’s is always welcome here.” He motioned to the bar with a single, calm hand. “Go ahead and take a seat, I’ll get you all some water. Or a lemonade if that’s what you prefer. I’m sure Dareth would love to tell you about how I ended up mentoring him.” 

Dareth let out a surprised chuckle at the sound of that. 

“Mentor, huh?” Cole inquired. His exhausted demeanor slipped away, leaving a calm, seeping hope in its wake. “It’s really, really nice to meet you. We just lost our own mentor so… it would be really nice to hear about that.”

As Dareth slowly spun the beginnings of the story, Mel caught Lloyd gazing intently at the group, their eyes full of a growing forest of interest and hope. He still had the scruffs of Kai’s and Jay’s gi caught in a death grip but it didn’t appear as though it were going to last because Jay had laser focused in on something else across the room. 

“IS THAT A KARAOKE MACHINE?!” 

Jay up and blitzed past the group quicker than a flash of his element and slid on his knees to the base of a dusty, faded old jukebox. In its prime, it had been the main attraction of the bar, lighting up the entire space more than any of the other lighting systems that bedecked the ceiling and walls—it had rocked and wheeled about as more than one person’s dance partner. Mel hadn’t the heart to get rid of it after the damage it sustained several years back, so he kept it as a memorial. 

“Er, well, yes,” Mel said, his hand finding the back of his neck. “But it’s old. And broken. I haven’t gotten it to work in ages.” 

“Oh, pish posh.” Jay waved him off. “Give me five minutes, I’ll have this baby working like brand new when I’m done.”

Dareth turned in his chair a little bit and gestured hesitantly. “Uh, Jay, I don’t know if that’s…”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Mel assured them. He leaned forward on the bar top and squinted a little bit to get a better view of Jay gutting the machine with such practiced, ingrained skill. Mel had to wonder how old Jay was when he’d first picked up a wrench. “Give it a shot, I don’t think you could break it more it already has been.” 

“Don’t underestimate him,” Kai whispered under his breath.

Jay’s head snapped up from the other side of the room. 

“I heard that!” 

Somehow there was already grease on his face. Did jukeboxes produce grease? Nya didn’t seem to think so as she’d shoved her way off the barstool and jogged over to go observe the work. She must have mumbled something coy to him because his face lit up bright red as he let out a boisterous laugh. Not long after, the others’ curiosity grew to get the better of them and they slipped over to crowd around Jay, leaning on each other as they did so. 

Mel couldn’t help but chuckle at the cheerful  authenticity of their behavior.           

“By the way, where’s Sander?” Dareth asked. “He usually comes here after work, doesn’t he?” 

Mel glanced up at the question, his mind suddenly refocusing. 

“I’m not sure,” he replied. “I did tell him I’d be leaving the bar open later than usual for some extra company, so he might have chosen to go home for the night. He’s not the social type.”

“Oh, boy.” Dareth dragged his hands down his face and onto the counter. “You sure know how to pick the prickly ones.”

“Hey,” Mel warned him with a playful tone. “You’re the last person in Ninjago who should be giving me dating advice.”

“Oh, right, sure-“

A staticky guitar riff tore through the air, followed shortly by the ninja’s conjoined screams of joy as they cajoled the karaoke machine to life. If there were ever noises more profane than these one right now, Mel was certain he’d forgotten what they sounded like. It seemed the meaning of being ninja had slipped their minds. 

“MONDAY MORNING AND WE’RE GETTING STARTED. IT’S ON YOU KNOW.”

…or maybe they didn’t even know what being a ninja meant in the first place. Still, it didn’t escape Mel how innocently joyful and lively they sounded. It reminded him of the bright future and all the good things he was certain were to come with it. A better time lead by brave souls and glittering faces—flying vibrant colors that declared their allegiance with shameless, reckless abandon. It gave life to a warm and hopeful garden that Mel had hoped he would feel again soon. 

“They’re good kids, Mel,” Dareth told him.

Mel offered Dareth a wise and content smile. “So, I’ve seen,” He said. He placed a hand on Dareth’s shoulder. “I’m happy for you, Dareth. Truly.” 

The smile Dareth gave him in return just about lit up the entire city. 

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjagoocsecretsummer2023 #Ninjago oc #ninjago original character #ninjago krux #Ninjago dareth #hails’ writing #Firefox just about gave up on me when I was trying to post this the first time so let me pray it works this time 🙏

[appetite4savage]

Mr. Self-Destruct (Joe Elliott)

-

Joe’s POV

The sound of laughter from couples all around me is going to make my brain explode. I have to get out of here. I can’t though, I drank all the booze I have at home.

Nothing takes the pain away. Wherever I look I see her. I see him. I see them. In my bed that I paid for.

I can’t wait to surprise her. I wasn’t supposed to come home for another few weeks, but I just had to catch the first flight home. I’ll deal with the repercussions later.

That’s odd. I don’t recognize that vehicle in my driveway. Maybe she has a friend over?

I sneak up the stairs to our bedroom. I burst through the door and the sight in front of me isn’t what I expected.

“Honey, I’m h-“

I can feel my heart shattering into a thousand pieces.

The love of my life is wrapped around another man.

“Joe?” She scrambles to cover herself up.

“I’m going to leave, and when I come back, you and your shit better be out of my house.” I grumble, slamming the door so hard that I nearly break it off the hinges.

She did just that. This happened a month ago. It still doesn’t feel real.

I’ve developed a nightly routine of drinking myself into oblivion.

The squeak of the leather stool next to me being sat in breaks me out of my thoughts.

“Hi, I’m-“

“Not interested.” I don’t even look up. The last thing I need is a woman right now.

“Wow. Rough night?”

Sigh. I guess I can stop being an ass for five minutes.

“Rough life.” I glance over at the being sitting next to me. She looks like she walked in straight from a California beach.

“Been there.” She responds before motioning over the bartender. “The strongest whiskey you have.”

“You’re the first lass to not order a Dirty Shirley in the couple hours I’ve been here.”

She laughs, gulping down the two shots in one breath.

I raise my eyebrows. “Impressive.”

“I have an older brother.” She winks.

“Ah. Makes sense.” I nod and raise my glass to my lips one more time before I head home to give my liver a break.

“Heading off so soon?” She asks as I stand up and put on my jacket.

“Unfortunately, yes. The old liver is screaming for me to go to bed.”

“Um, well.” She pulls a sticky note pad out of her bag and a pen, quickly writing something down. “I know you said you weren’t interested, but call me if you change your mind.”

“Will do.” I hold up the note and walk home, thinking of her all the way there.

-

Earlier I was exhausted. Now, I’m tossing and turning. Soon I’ll know exactly how many tiles are on my bedroom ceiling.

Call her, Joe.

The voice in my head repeats this phrase over and over again.

Who am I kidding? She probably won’t even answer. It’s late. She might even still be at the bar.

Before I realize it, I’m sitting up dialing the phone next to me.

It rings for a while, so long that I contemplate hanging up completely. On the last ring, someone picks up.

“Hello?”

I cough, nervously. “Uh, hi. It’s Joe from the bar.”

“Joe, right! Hi.”

It’s at this point, I realized I never got her name.

“You know, we never told each other our names.” I try to make conversation.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N. Gotcha.”

“Joe?”

“Hm?”

“What’s on your mind?” She giggles.

Right, usually when people call others in the middle of the night they have a reason.

“Oh, um. Well. I’ve had you on my mind since I left.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I changed my mind.”

“I’m glad.”

“So, I’d like to see you again.” I managed to muster up the courage to ask.

“I’d love to. Meet me back at the bar tomorrow night. We can have a proper introduction this time.” I can tell that she has a smile on her face even on the phone.

“I’m sorry I was such an arse, it’s been a rough-“

“Don’t worry about it. It never happened. I’ll see you tomorrow, Joe. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

-

Five years later

“Joe!” She yelps as I catch up to her, spinning her around before we collapse on the beach sand. Turns out I was right about her looking like she had just walked in from a California beach. She had, because she lives there. Now I do too.

“How did you think that you could outrun me? Years of football experience, love.” I kiss her cheek as we watch the waves roll by, wrapping my arms around her.

She chuckles. “How naive of me.” Instead of trying to push me away, she pulls me closer.

“Happy anniversary.” I whisper in her ear.

“Happy anniversary. Aren’t you thankful you were at the bar that night?”

“Yes, very thankful I had my heart beaten into shambles and that I wanted to drink my life away.”

She’s used to my dry sarcasm but still slaps the back of my head.

“You should be. You should also be grateful that I gave you my number despite you being a complete ass.” She raises her eyebrows as she says this matter-of-factly.

“You’re right. There’s no where else I’d rather be than right here.”

We stay there until the sunset casts an orange glow over the water, bringing a peaceful aura to the beach.

#def leppard #joe elliott #def leppard fan fiction #appetite4savage writes

[mtdthoughts]

OK, here's Chapter 2 of the next fanfiction. Unfortunately, I still haven't decided on a title yet, so it'll have to wait a bit longer.

This time, it's in Migi's POV, and like Chapter 1 it's supposed to be a memory of their 5-year-old selves.

CHAPTER 2

After we left Mother’s grave together, we ventured into the woods, looking for a new place to live. We’ve wandered for days – no, weeks, and it seemed like there would be no end as we moved from place to place each day. I’ve asked Dali many times when we could finally stop, but he always told me to wait. Eventually, I noticed that Dali got more and more upset every time I asked the question, so I stopped.

Still, even though I wanted to stop, I couldn’t help but recognize how amazing Dali was. Even though we were both so young, Dali was always able to figure things out and lead the way.

He learned how to start fires from Mother, so he would always set up our campfires, and he always cooked for the two of us.

Whenever it was dark, he always held my hand and walked in the front with a torch in his other hand.

When we crossed a river the other day using a fallen tree, I almost got carried away by the river. As soon as I screamed for help, Dali quickly turned back and grabbed me before I lost my grip.

He even instructed me in copying how the beasts behaved so that we could survive better in the woods.

Even though life was harder than before, I was never really scared or lonely, because Dali was always there for me. Even though we were twins, I couldn’t help but feel safe as I looked toward my older brother’s back, a bright beacon in the uncertainty and darkness that surrounded us.

There was one particular day that I’ll always remember. We awoke to the sun rising as we always did, huddled together by our campfire. As we stood up, I asked eagerly, “Dali, what are we doing today?”

He surveyed our surrounding area with a calculating gaze.

“We don’t have enough food. I’ll go to the lake over there and catch fish. Migi, you go get some sticks so we can make another fire.”

“Okay, Dali,” I replied as I walked away and into the woods to do as he said.

I ran around in circles collecting sticks, and then I thought: Wait, wasn’t Dali’s job easier? He got to sit by the lake and catch tasty fish while I had to run everywhere and collect sticks.  

Well, whatever. Even though I thought that it was a bit unfair, I knew Dali had his reasons. Somehow, I felt that if I listened to whatever Dali said, everything would be okay. Because Dali would always be with me.

I decided to collect the sticks as fast as possible so that I could show off to Dali. I thought that maybe he would let me join him in catching fish next time.

I returned to our temporary campsite and placed my sticks down, but Dali was nowhere to be found. Where was he? Was he still catching fish?

“Dali?” I shouted in the air, but there was no answer.

I went to the lake to see if Dali was still there. As soon as I saw my brother sitting by the lake, I felt a sense of relief. Next to him were three motionless fish. He must have had a good catch today!

But before I could call out his name, I suddenly noticed that he was sitting with his knees up, with his head down and his arms wrapped around his legs. Was something wrong?

I decided to walk up quietly to see what Dali was doing. As I got closer, I thought I could hear him muttering, “Why, why, why…”

I knew it, something must be wrong. I tried approaching him quietly again, but before I could get close enough to touch him, I stepped on a twig, which filled the air with a loud snap.

Dali’s head immediately jerked up. He didn’t turn around to face me.

“M-migi!? Is that you?”

“Yeah… is everything okay, Dali?”

“Yeah… I didn’t sleep very much, that’s all…”

“Is that why you were saying ‘why’?”

“…Yeah.”

I didn’t know what to say. Dali said everything was okay, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease, as if I could feel what he was feeling. I knew that he wasn’t being himself, and I needed to do something.

Somehow, out of nowhere, words came out of my mouth.

“Hey, Dali, how about we go swimming?”

“Huh?” Dali reacted as his head tilted up.

“If we go swimming together, I’m sure you’ll feel better!”

…

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Let’s go swimming, Migi!”

I could tell that my words had an effect as Dali’s voice regained its usual vigor and confidence. He then stood up, changed out of his clothes, and leaped into the water. A sudden burst of energy came over me as I proceeded to do the same.

For a while, we swam together in the cool, still waters of the lake, which felt refreshing on our bodies. We swam together side-by-side with the same rhythm, as all of our unease melted away into the water with each stroke. It was just us, and during this time we didn’t have a worry in the world.

But what was most notable was the moment when I caught a single glimpse of Dali’s face. It was a very short moment, but I could see it very clearly, a radiant, gleeful, and playful smile on Dali’s face from ear to ear.

This took me by surprise, as this was a smile that I had not seen on Dali’s face for a long time, not since the night Mother left us. While we continued swimming, I kept thinking about it for a long, long time.

Once we finished swimming, we got out of the water to catch our breath.

“Huff… huff… we better get back to camp, Migi. Time for us to eat the fish I caught!”

I nodded as my mouth drooled a bit.

As Dali walked toward our campsite, I suddenly asked, “Do you feel better now, Dali?”

He froze. A few seconds later, he turned to me with his usual confident gaze.

“Yeah, I feel a lot better now. Thanks, Migi!”

Dali then continued to walk toward our campsite. For a moment, I was filled with an indescribable bliss. I don’t know if Dali knew at that time, but that smile on his face while we were swimming was one that I’ll always remember and cherish for the rest of my life.

Author’s Post-Chapter Note: Swimming seems like a pretty good way to hide your tears, I think.

#migi and dali #migi to dali #fanfic #fanfiction #wip #work in progress