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The Fated Truth

Azriel x Reader

Truth-Teller’s origin story. A multi-pov oneshot.

A/N: this story came to me after listening to the songs seven, vigilante shit, it’s nice to have a friend, and my tears ricochet by taylor swift.

warnings: attempted sa, language, suggestive language, parental abuse, violence, main character death

The Angel

-Ladies always rise above -

Remove the dagger from his heart.

-Ladies know what people want-

Wipe the blood from the corner of your kohl lined eyes.

-Someone sweet-

Spit on the bastard.

-Someone kind-

Swipe at the next overgrown male.

-Someone fun-

Hit your mark, swing around, drive your dagger into the brute on your six.

“Well, shit.” you think to yourself as a group of ten overgrown bats rush toward you. Siphons glowing.

The irony isn’t lost on you that yet another thing they withheld from you would contribute in damning their very existence. A female with siphons was considered absurd and absolutely out of the question, it wasn’t your place - yet this incontrolable blast of raw killing power begged to differ.

One moment those pricks were running toward you and the next, they were ashes in the wind.

Looking at the dead females around you, pure rage boils within. Your insides could be cooked at this point for all you know. Not a single feeling but uncontrollable rage.

A gasp breaks the silence. One of the females is still alive. Running to her, her eyes filled with panic, breaths rapid and shallow. You lean down and whisper to her before unsheathing your dagger and holding it up. Her eyes widen in terror but not at you - behind you. You turn to look.

“Azri-“

The blast of power hit before you could finish saying it - your mate’s name - your final breath.

~~~~~~~~~~

The Journal

Nine year old Y/N

“I made a new friend! His name is Azriel. He’s like me! He’s two years older than me and can’t fly but he still has his wings. I wish I still had mine, we could learn to fly together. Azriel has burn scars too but his are on his hands instead of his back like mine.

He’s really quiet but it’s okay, I talk and he listens! He has shadow powers though. I don’t think I’m supposed to say this but they’re really cute! One of them followed me home from my chores today.

I have to go now. Dad is yelling. I think he’s mad again.”

11 year old Y/N

“Father hit me again last night. I got upset and my power hiccuped. I asked him for a siphon and he locked me in the cellar for asking. I have bruises that hurt really badly but I’m okay.

Azriel saw me this morning. I tried to hide the bruises but he notices everything. I cried and he listened to me. Sometimes I think he’s the only person who sees me.”

13 year old Y/N

“One of father’s friends came over two nights ago - they were drinking. I had to refill their mugs of ale and the friend grabbed me inappropriately. Father laughed. When he left the room his friend pulled me into his lap and his hand drifted below my waist. I was scared and my power flickered, throwing me backward and flipping the chair over with him in it.

The blast broke his arm and nose. I don’t feel bad.

I tried telling father what happened but he didn’t listen. He locked me in the cellar from that night until this morning.

One of Azriel’s shadows found me and picked the lock. Father either forgot he locked me away or didn’t care because he never came to check on me or give me food. I found a canteen of water on one of the shelves though.

Azriel retrieved me as soon as his shadow notified him. He took me back to Rhysand’s Mother’s cabin and she fed me. Azriel stayed by my side as I took a bath - there were even bubbles. I’ve never had a bath with bubbles before. Azriel saw my scars peaking over my towel after I climbed out of the bath and instinctively clenched his hands. I took them in my hands and kissed them. Our scars prove our strength. He tells me mine are beautiful but his are too. All of him is.

He’s my best friend.”

15 Year Old Y/N

“I spent the day with Azriel yesterday. Sometimes we sneak away and train. He teaches me self-defense maneuvers and even some Illyrian fighting techniques. My powers have been growing a lot lately too. I am still not allowed siphons though. It’s getting harder to contain but training with Azriel serves as an outlet.

I got into a fight with father again two nights ago. He threw a knife at me. I avoided it but if it hit me, it would have landed in my chest. He called me an “ungrateful whore just like my mother.” I was told that mother died in childbirth but sometimes I wonder if it’s not true.

When he locked me in the cellar this time, I let out a blast of power. It ripped a shelf off the wall and down with it came a dusty box I’d never seen before. I opened it to find a beautiful obsidian-hilted knife and a note that said:

For my beautiful babe. May the light of truth always find you, even in the darkest places. I will always love you. -Mother.

I can’t believe it was there all of this time. It broke my heart to know that she had been locked away in the cellar too. The only thing she was able to give me. She loved me. Those words meant so much. Someday I will be reunited with her in the realm beyond and she’ll share her truth with me.

Oh I almost forgot!! Azriel snuck into my room this evening and I showed him the knife. He held me while I cried tears of joy and sadness over this gift from my mother.

He’s going to train me in wielding it.”

16 Year old Y/N

Father was away on a training exercise last night so I went to a party at Rhysand’s cabin. It was fun but Morrigan was there. She’s so beautiful and I think Azriel likes her. He looks at her like she’s the brightest star in the sky.

He’s my best friend and I have loved him for a long time but sometimes, I feel an ache in my chest. Maybe I love him as more than a friend? I left the party early and trained with my hunting knife alone at our usual spot. He didn’t come looking for me.

This morning he stopped by and we practiced together. He seemed sad for a bit but I didn’t press. He tends to prefer more physical methods of expressing his feelings. He was still sullen afterward so I brought him back to my house for tea. We laid in bed together for hours. I know it’s frowned upon but it’s never gone past holding each other. He needs touch as much as I need his listening ear.

I think I’m going to ask him to spend the night.

17 year old Y/N

Yesterday was my 17th birthday. Father didn’t pay any mind to it as always. He says it’s “a reminder of what I did to my mother.” He drank himself into oblivion which left me free to leave the house. He probably never realized I left.

Sometimes I want to tell him that I know his secret - that there was more to her death than my birth but I know better. The following blow up would be catastrophic. At this point, my power has been growing so much that I think… I think I’m more of a danger to him than he is to me.

But… something big happened. Azriel took me flying. We looked at the stars and he flew me far north to see the Aurora. It was almost as beautiful as him. I may or may not have cried tears of joy.

Az playfully kissed my tears away but then something happened - what started as friendly kisses sparked a flame within me and I… I noticed a shift in his scent too. We locked eyes and he kissed my lips. Hard, fervently, like maybe he sees me as something more. We landed in a clearing under the Aurora and kissed for hours.

I love him. I love him wholeheartedly.

18 year old Y/N

Something happened last night! Az and I have spent a lot of nights together recently. Any time father is away, he comes over and we lay in bed kissing and talking for hours until his shadows inevitably lull me to sleep. But last night, I kissed his jaw and down his neck - he grabbed my wrist and growled!! Not a scary growl but a… possessive growl. He told me that if we started this, he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

So…. I kept kissing him. Lower. And Lower. And, well… the rumors about wingspan are true.

We had each other over and over all night, until Cassian and Rhys came knocking on my door looking for him.

18 Year old Y/N part two:

Father has hardly been around. He’s been visiting other camps. I’m thankful for the break from him and especially thankful for the time I’ve spent with Azriel. We’ve spent countless hours entangled with each other over the past few months. My power has been stirring a lot, it’s still growing. Training hasn’t been enough so this physical outlet between Azriel and I has been a lifeline. I can’t get enough of him. He told me he loved me - and I knew this time it was different. He truly loves me and not just as his friend. He knows that I love him too.

But things have also been trying… Morrigan has visited a few times recently and he’s still so enamored by her. Honestly, I get it. But it still hurts. Sometimes I want to say something about it but I don’t want to cause problems. There’s a rumor that she slept with Cassian a couple of years ago and things have been different between Azriel and Morrigan ever since. He broods more than ever when she’s around.

Maybe I need to fuck him senseless, until all he can think about is me.

Just kidding, but seriously.

19 Year Old Y/N

“I have a secret.

A really big, life altering secret.

Azriel is my mate. I don’t know if he knows but last night - things were really passionate, when we came together, that golden thread people talk about, it just… SNAPPED for me.

Things have been really bad with father lately and there have been more wing clippings happening. My heart hurts for the girls. I used to feel sad because I never had a chance to touch the skies (until Azriel learned to fly and carried me into them) - but to have been able to fly for so many years and lose the ability. I couldn’t imagine. Those males deserve to suffer.

Father made a comment recently saying that he gave me a ‘gift’ by cutting off and burning my wings as a child. It made me furious - my power slipped. It destroyed most of our living room furniture and half our kitchen table. I could scent the fear in him when it happened. I think if he wasn’t such a coward - he would have killed me. I have hardly seen him since.”

20 Year old Y/N

“Azriel is taking me to a formal party at another camp! I can’t wait. Rhysand’s mother even made me a dress for it. It’s the most beautiful clothing I’ve ever owned. She also added a hidden sheath for my knife.

I just finished getting ready - I feel like a shooting star. I’ve never felt so… so powerful and gorgeous. My eyes are lined with kohl and my hair is braided with silvery strands woven in.

Tonight is the night I’m telling Azriel. I’m nervous, so, so nervous, but he deserves to know that we’re mates.

Morrigan will be at the party too. I really hope I’m not making a mistake by telling him tonight. I know he still cares for her so I will wait until after the party and it’s just the two of us in the sky before telling him. Maybe he’ll take me to look at the Aurora again.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The Survivor

The infamous Shadowsinger made his way to her - approaching slowly, trembling, two palms up in the air as if to placate her.

He knelt down to the female who cried out in a blood curdling scream of pain and fear.

“P-pl-please don’t!! Don’t hurt me!”

“I’m here. You are safe.” The Shadowsinger choked out.

She didn’t understand. Why would he kill that female? She was only trying to help.

“Y-yo-you ki-killed h-her.” She cried out right before everything went black.

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The Shadowsinger

Devastation. Pure devastation threatened to rip Azriel to shreds. What the hell happened in a matter of hours?

He’d barely seen Y/N at the dance. She’d arrived to the party with all eyes on her. She held her head high, wearing her scars proudly. He couldn’t help but admire how she let them shine tonight. He’d walked in with his hand on her back his scarred skin to her scarred skin. It wasn’t a flaw at all, but a lovely match. They were beautiful together.

Tonight was the night he would ask her to move in with him. He was now making a small salary - enough to buy a little cabin for the two of them. It was time for her to get the hell away from her horrid father. He planned to take her to view the aurora that she loved so much - and present her with a special gift - her very own siphons. She was the strongest Illyrian female he knew - really she was stronger than any Illyrian he knew aside from maybe him, Rhys, and Cassian. She’d struggled with her power and the misogynistic Illyrian bastards in Windhaven refused to allow her or any female such a privilege.

He’d worked out a plan with Rhys, who convinced the smith that crafted the siphons that he was going to try his hand at wearing siphons one more time - claiming he had a new method of siphoning his power through them that would prevent shattering. While they both knew it was bullshit and the siphons would never work for Rhys - they would then gift them to Y/N without raising suspicion.

Mor was at the dance tonight. He had gone over to visit with her and shared his plans for tonight with her. She squealed and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek and a huge hug, requesting a celebratory dance. They’d gone out on the dance floor for a couple of songs and when he pulled away to steal a dance with Y/N she was gone.

He’d searched the party through when a couple of males burst through the door - yelling of a female going crazy and murdering local villagers.

Az immediately vacated the party to take down the assailant - sending another partygoer to alert Rhys and Cassian who were currently bedding a set of twins in one of the suites.

He was taken back when he landed at the site of the attack. The carnage was brutal with blood coating the snowy ground, littered in dead males and females. His heart nearly stopped when he realized, at the center of it all, there she was. Y/N holding her hunting knife over a severely injured female.

Stunned by the sight, Azriel prepared to send a wave of power out and knock the knife from her hand. Right as the power readied itself for Azriel to fire, she turned and looked at him. Her eyes met his and snap. His body jolted - a golden thread between him and the blood splattered beauty before him - the surge caused his arm to jerk and a much more powerful blast emitted from his siphons. He missed his target. For the first time in his life, he missed it. Instead of the knife, the deadly blast of power hit her.

His mate. His best friend. His equal. His eternity - ripped away in a second.

Everything after that was a blur. His only memories of those moments played on a constant reel in his head flashing images of the injured girl screaming “you killed her!!!!”, collapsing on top of Y/N’s lifeless body, screaming to the mother or any other deity that may listen - begging for her chest to rise and fall again, and then four strong hands pulling him off of her before everything went black and his brothers voice calmed his mind.

~~~~~~~~~~

Days later Azriel woke up from whatever sedation Rhys had put him in. When he woke, Cassian was by his side. It was all of a minute before the memory came flooding back.

Azriel thrashed only to find he’d been restrained.

“Brother..” Cassian said firmly.

“Brother!” he yelled

Azriel’s wrists and ankles were on fire as he thrashed. He had to get to her, had to.

Finally Azriel cried out “Y/N!!! Y/N!!!!”

“My mate! Where is she!? WHERE IS SHE!?” he screamed and cried, thrashing against the restraints with all of his might.

Everything went dark again.

“Az…..” Rhys spoke softly into his mind

Azriel didn’t have the strength to scream or yell in this space of sedation. He could only whisper “where is she?”

Silence filled the void of his mind before Rhys spoke. “She’s gone, Az.”

Devastation flooded through him, filling him completely, making that one sided bond reverberate every ounce of emotion back to him.

Rhys waited patiently, sending soothing waves of darkness into his mind. Knowing Azriel well enough to wait until he was ready to send a thought back.

“Why, Rhys? Why did she do it?”

Again, that damned silence as Rhys paused.

“If I show you now, I’ll have to keep you under for longer, Az. You’re a danger to yourself right now and this… it’s heavy, brother.”

“Do it” he gritted.

Azriel’s mind became entranced in a vision. Before him a massacre. He was seeing through the eyes of a frightened female, eyes bleary from sobbing.

A large group of males had corralled several females into a circle, some as young as five or six. The males all carried sharp objects ranging from sickles and scythes to swords and axes.

A male stepped forward - Y/N’s father - who spoke:

“Females of Illyria have not served us well in many years. They forget that their purpose is to care for us, maintain our homes, and cater to our physical needs. Instead, they insult us by wasting time and energy on training - as if our protection is not enough? Young females smuggle herbs into our camps that delay their bleed so they can fly where they please, whoring around with whomever they please. These behaviors reflect negatively on all of Illyria, leaving us to appear weak to enemies.”

And then the bloodshed began. The males ran at the females, corralling them in closer and closer. Butchering wings and brutalizing any female who dared fight back. The screaming, gods awful screaming, pierced the air.

Male screams suddenly burst out - a blast of power knocking ten of them on their asses.

And there she was, in her resplendent glory.

“Hello boys.” She smirked.

Y/N’s father stepped forward. “My traitorous daughter, and dressed like a slut too. Shall we show them what happens to women who don’t obey.”

“Oh yes, ladies, my father took my wings when I was four. He burnt the stumps too. See these scars?” She turned around briefly with a wave to her back. “Someone I love helped me realize how beautiful they are, a stark reminder of what I can overcome.”

She paused, looking to the females as she addressed her father:

“So yes, father, perhaps this is the fate of disobedient females - but allow me the honor of showing YOU the fate of males who think they can steal a females power.”

-They say looks can kill and I might try-

Her piercing eyes again met her father as she threw a hand out, sending another blast of power - a death blow - turning him to ash in the wind.

Before any of the males could react, she sent another larger blast, creating an opening near the most vulnerable of the females.

“RUN! Those of you who can fight - you may stay. Those of you who are unable - there is no shame in leaving now! Seek shelter!”

The females nodded toward a teenage girl, signaling her to gather the youngest females and ran off with them. Any males that tried stopping them were turned to ash.

“Ladies, show them who we are!” Y/N cried.

-The ladies simply had enough-

They were outnumbered, so terribly outnumbered. Some females had died before Y/N arrived - bleeding out from the butchering of their wings but the few remaining females fought bravely. Because of their lack of training, the males easily overtook many of them but Y/N led them bravely, valiantly, taking them out as best as she could.

As the female numbers lessened Y/N cried out for the females to evacuate, to seek healers. The remainder of the females fled aside from two females (one of which this visions point of view was from) who appeared to have more training than the others.

Y/N looked to them giving a knowing look seemingly saying “give them hell.” They adjusted their stances into that of the most fearsome warriors, and took on the remaining males as more and more fled in.

Y/N’s power was like nothing they’d ever seen. She took down male after male.

Before she could react, two males approached from behind taking out the other female and knocking out the vision of the female whose mind Rhys had gleaned into.

As the female blacked out, the vision faded away. Silence once again filled the air for several minutes before Azriel said:

“But.. she was holding a knife over the female. I don’t understand.”

Rhys answered in a heartbreakingly soft tone

“I can show you, brother. But this will be hard to see. Are you sure?”

Azriel replied firmly, “show me.”

Rhys hesitated before continuing. But then the vision resumed as the female regained consciousness:

Her eyes were so blurry. She was hurting terribly but managed a gasp. Around her, all of the males were dead and the bodies of their fallen sisters painted the snow red. Emotion flooded through her, she couldn’t move. As her vision cleared further, she saw her. The female who fought so bravely for them.

Y/N saw her and ran over. The blood caking her braid causing panic. The trauma of this night was too much - the blood so triggering. Y/N sensed the fear and whispered “I am here. You are safe now. Look at my eyes, not around you, not at the blood on me, just my eyes.” The female tried but couldn’t look away from the blood in her hair. “I’m going to bring my knife out and cut the braid. Do not be afraid.” Y/N once again unsheathed her knife, lifting it, when loud wings flapped in. The injured female couldn’t get words out, her only signal to Y/N, a wide eyed look of panic.

Y/N turned around - breathed out “Azri-“ just as that fatal blow of power hit her.

“STOP!” Azriel cried out in his mind. It was too much.

Azriel’s body began convulsing as a mixture of rage, heartbreak, and panic flew through him. “I KILLED HER. I KILLED HER. MY MATE. MY MATE. MY MATE.”

Rhys had no choice but to send out another wave of sedation to his brother.

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The next several weeks were spent in and out of sedation. Rhysand had found that Y/N’s father had been planning the attack for months, perhaps even longer. The camp was chosen for the first attack because of the party - a distraction to lessen the chances of interference from outsiders.

He planned to carry out more attacks throughout Illyria in coming months. Had it not been for Y/N, more would have happened. Her heroic actions prevented so many more losses than just the ones that were saved that night.

Azriel stayed bedridden for months - only leaving when Cassian and Rhys nagged him enough that it wasn’t worth the energy to refuse them. One day Rhys brought in a box, inside the box, Y/N’s knife and a journal. “She would have wanted you to have this.”

Azriel’s chest broke at the sight. Her mothers knife, the knife they’d spent hundreds of hours training with. He almost refused it but it felt like a piece of her. A reminder of her goodness, of the mate he lost.

That night he laid it under his pillow - an odd comfort as he read through the journal. The journal unveiling that she knew they were mates. His heart cracked further knowing that the reason she’d stepped out that night was likely to get some air after she saw him with Morrigan. “Stupid.” His inner thoughts cried out to him. How could he have been so blind?

He lay awake for half the night as he read through her journal - he sobbed for hours until his shadows finally lulled him to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

Truth-Teller

“Azriel” a soft voice whispered.

“Azriel” the lovely voice whispered again.

He was dreaming.

He tried to whisper her name but couldn’t speak.

“I don’t have much time, I need you to listen.”

He again attempted to speak but no sound came. He nodded his head.

A flash of light illuminated his mind and there she was. Somehow even more beautiful than she’d been - if that were possible. Her form illuminated with an incandescent glow, face full of light - a light that only came from insurmountable joy and happiness. And behind her, behind her were stunning golden feathered wings. An angel, his angel, stood before him… with six glowing siphons.

“Azriel, please do not cry for me. I am at peace. This was always my destiny. The lovely truth of my life was that all of the pain led me to you, I found a love, a friendship, that so few experience. Every step led me to where I am now and this afterlife is beautiful. The truth of life is that fate is inevitable.”

She waved a hand and out stepped more winged females. The females who died in the attack.

“What happened was not an accident, it was fate. You could not have changed the outcome. When you sent your power out toward me and the bond snapped, my power shot through the bond into you, reflecting back to me. You only sent out a small blast, the fatal blow came from my refracted power.”

Azriel’s eyes widened at the revelation. His heart still completely shattered but the guilt slightly lessened.

“When you sealed my fate it trapped a piece of my soul in the knife. I am forever bound to Truth-Teller. When you carry truth-teller you carry a piece of my power, of me, with you. Though, I will be with you regardless, as a part of me will always rest…” she held a delicate hand to her heart, “right here.”

His mind raced. Truth-Teller. What she’d named her knife after the truth of her mother was unveiled with it.

“I must go now, Azriel.” She waved an arm again to her fellow angels. “I am the keeper of the Mother’s gate and this is my legion. This was always my destiny - this and to love you. I will keep the bastards out and someday, someday far from now, I will hold the gate open for you.

Until then, may the truth set you free my love.”

A beautiful woman resembling Y/N stepped forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Her mother. The angels all nodded to Azriel in confirmation.

“My precious mate, I will love you for eternity.” Y/N whispered as she shot toward the sky - right into the most vibrant aurora he’d ever seen.

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Truth-Teller

500 Years Later

Azriel still thought of her every damn day, Truth-Teller never leaving his side. His North Star, the angel guiding him through life. He never told his brothers - didn’t know how to explain how that broken mating bond glowed inside him whenever his intuition failed. She’d guided him in her own way all of these years.

Leading up to the war with Hybern the tug became stronger and stronger. A warning of the strife to come.

For the first time since the night Rhys brought him her journal and Truth-Teller, she reappeared to him.

“Azriel.” Her melodic voice whispered, a sweet song serenading his soul.

“Azriel, I don’t have much time.” that honeyed voice whispered.

In the same fashion as last time, he couldn’t speak. Managing only to nod.

“I have carefully pulled the strings of fate as much as I am capable. A war is coming with a fate that I am unable to divulge. The Mother has allowed me to share just this:

“The fawn who sees carries the truth. When the time comes, you will know.”

Azriel furrowed his brows with confusion.

Y/N smiled softly, outshining any star in the sky, more captivating than the spirits of Starfall. “The truth will set you free. Do not fear loving again.”

He fought and fought, trying to speak, thrashing against the walls of his mind he was able to mutter three words to her.

“I love you.”

She placed a hand on her heart.

“I know, my love.”

Spreading those magnificent wings, she shot from his mind, the void filling with the echoes of her song.

“Until eternity reunites our souls.”

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Lovejoy Take the Indie Rock Scene by Storm

Lovejoy is in this article!

Formed in 2021, Lovejoy is one of the newest and hottest bands in the indie rock world, building their name around their snappy lyricism, captivating melodies, and overall playful personalities. Comprised of lead vocalist Will Gold, guitarist Joe Goldsmith, bassist Ash Kabosu, and drummer Mark Boardman, the English quartet has already built quite the following through the releases of their three EPs. Their most recent release, Wake Up & It’s Over, came out in May this year, debuting at No. 5 on the UK album charts. Their schedules have been packed, as they did their first US headline tour this spring, topped off by a performance on the main stage at New York’s Governors Ball Music Festival. I had the absolute honor and pleasure of catching up with the guys after their performance at GovBall to discuss their recent successes, unexpected influences, and their hidden abilities:

To start off, let’s discuss your performance earlier today! How was it getting to play at GovBall and see all of your fans?

Will Gold: It was really, really fun.

Ash Kabosu: It was really cool. It’s like the end of a long-ass tour. It was a really nice endcap to everything we’ve been doing in America. It was cool to play New York again. We were here in December last year, and New York crowds are always really cool. I always fucking love this place!

WG: GovBall’s been absolutely incredible so far. Our set was really fun, and it’s always a pleasure to do any sort of main stage or any big stage that we get to perform our songs. It’s always a bit of a blessing.

Joe Goldsmith: We’ve done quite a few festivals, and I think we’ve played the best that we’ve played at any festival. We’ve done four, and that was the best we’ve played.

AK: Actually, we’ve done five! We played Manchester twice.

JG: I’d say that was the best we’ve performed. It was really fun.

Are there any artists that you’re hoping to catch while you’re here?

AK: A ton! I want to see Oliver Tree, Snail Mail

JG: Kenny Beats, Suki Waterhouse would be cool.

AK: Suki is fucking great; we’ve seen them at a few festivals now, and they’re really nice.

Are there any artists that you’re inspired by that fans might be surprised by?

AK: It is only basslines, so you don’t really notice, but I take a lot of inspiration from Idiot Pilot. They’re a small band from back in the emo days. I really like Loathe; I think they’re incredible. They’re just a completely different genre, and you wouldn’t really notice if I didn’t tell you just now.

WG: I get a lot of rhythms from Japanese math rock.

Mark Boardman: A lot of my style of playing comes from bands like Northlane and all these metalcore bands, like Thornhill. Even old stuff from Bring Me The Horizon, that’s the stuff that got me into double kick and stuff. Northlane, especially with the cymbal placement and the double kicks, the space, I love it.

JG: Sometimes I get some weird guitar influences from shoegaze bands, like DIIV or Slowdive, bands like that. It’s stuff like that but also random Japanese city rock from the 80s.

Japan is always living in the future!

JG: Yeah, it’s so cool!

WG: Specific bands that I really like are tricot, Chon, things like that.

I love that you guys mentioned these other influences and how they play a role in your current creation! Are there any other genres that you want to dabble in or draw inspiration from in the future?

JG: I really want Mark to do a jungle drum breakdown at some point in a song because jungle drums are fucking so catchy and boppy, and they’re so fun to groove to. I think we could pull it off, so I think that’s going to be a challenge for Mark.

MB: That’d be really sick. We’d get to experience playing around with a lot of different sounds because it’s a whole lot of cymbals and shit, so that’d be really fun to do that. We’d have to see where it fits though. We’ll get it done.

Which song of yours do you think defines your band the most?

WG: That’s kinda “Call Me What You Like.” Or “Portrait of a Blank Slate.”

AK: We’re still kinda figuring who we are, so it’s difficult to kinda pin it down. I think the songs are just different periods of our development, so I guess it’d be the most recent ones.

What was it like forming your band over the past few years and getting to tour the world so quickly in your careers?

WG: Different. I don’t know if it was more or less difficult. I feel like bands that form and grow on the Internet seem to have a lot of scrutiny for bands that grow the old-fashioned touring way and vice versa—bands that tour and go through that tend to have a lot of scrutiny for the Internet bands. I feel like we could all learn something from each other. I feel like there’s a lot of crossover and important things we can learn. We definitely haven’t done it perfectly, but we’ve done it our way, and that’s what matters.

AK: I feel bad for the bands that are forced to make TikToks all the time. That shit sucks, dude. Just let them make music; that’s what they’re good at!

WG: I like making TikToks.

AK: Yeah, but that’s us: we’re Internet-brained.

If you could switch roles with one of your bandmates for a day, whose role would you want to take on?

WG: Probably Ash.

AK: I’m very happy being me.

It’d be just for a day!

WG: Oh, I’d be the bassist.

AK: I’d be Mark just so I could understand how his brain works.

WG: Oh, we’re being in the other person’s brain? I thought we were just switching instruments.

It’s just switching roles, not bodies!

AK: Oh, okay! Well, not Mark. I would fuck that up so bad.

MB: I want to be Joe and do a guitar solo, slide on my knees. I’d be lead [guitar].

AK: I also want to be lead [guitar].

JG: I’d sing. Nobody wants to be drums.

If you could devise a conspiracy theory involving your band, what would it be?

JG: We're not real.

AK: Yeah, we’re actually AI-generated. We were an earlier iteration of ChatGPT that actually fabricated itself into human beings. It’s very advanced; you’ll probably see this roll out in the next 4-5 years. There’ll be loads of AI bands—we’re the first.

WG: Mine would be that we started the Spanish flu. You remember that pandemic 490 years ago or whatever it was? It definitely wasn’t rampant civilization and technological booms and livestock.

If there were band member Olympics, what events would there be?

MB: Hot dog eating.

Do you guys do a lot of hot dog eating?

MB: Oh yeah, we’re glizzy munchers.

WG: Do we?

MB: Me and Joe don’t eat meat, so yeah, lots of hot dogs!

WG: Don’t ask Mark any more questions! 100-meter, discus, archery, let’s just have the full shebang! I don’t know how we’ll do it, but I just want to see how we’ll do.

AK: I’m not really good at any physical capacity-

WG: Bobsled.

Don’t they have video games now in the Olympics?

JG: Esports type shit! I was thinking skating, as well.

AK: I’ll do some longboarding then.

JG: I’ll play some Tetris for a gold medal.

Any messages you’d like to send your fans?

JG: You’re the best. We appreciate everything that you say and give to us, except for Steve. We don’t care for Steve.

After our quick chat, the guys huddled around a tree in the media area to take portraits, which immediately escalated into a climb up the tree to pose for a few photos. Even in our short time together, all of them were incredibly gracious and took every opportunity to let each of their personalities shine, whether it be through silly facial expressions in their individual photos or laughing along to one another’s goofy mannerisms. Although they were one of the opening acts of the Saturday lineup, their fans came out to show their support, screaming along to each song as if Lovejoy were headlining the main stage. One other photographer mentioned to me that a fan told him that they were only at GovBall to see Lovejoy play, which is true commitment.

Since their GovBall appearance, the band has since played Glastonbury Festival in England and Open’er Festival in Poland, topped off by a headline spot at Belgium’s Rock Werchter. For a band in their earliest years, it’s evident that this is not the last you’ll hear of Lovejoy as the band continues to grow and tour the world. The massive support that they’ve garnered over the past few years is also a testament to their talent and their potential to be one of the biggest names within the indie rock scene as a whole. If you haven’t already hopped on the Lovejoy train, there’s no better time than the present, as there’s no telling what they’ll achieve next!

#lovejoy #wilbur soot #ash kabosu #mark boardman #joe goldsmith #governor's ball #articles

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poraphia · 8 months

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So piggy backing off the Wilbur x actor!y/n what if we’re an actor but we have to kiss someone for a scene and Wilbur is there watching us act if that makes sense

"One Good Movie Kiss"

pairing • jealous!wilbur x actor! reader 2687 words • 9.4.23 containing • jealous wilbur, reader is an actor, wilbur and reader meet up after a while of not seeing each other. super super sorry to the anon that asked for this weeks ago! I've been putting it off for so long and I just feel so horribly guilty :c my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

“I've spent weeks away from you. What I'm not about to do is watch you kiss some other man when you're right in front of me.”

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“You’re not kissing anyone.”

I raised my eyebrow with a corner of my mouth quirked up, almost amused by his statement, but Wilbur remained silent on the line. I was in my hotel room after a long day of filming. Wilbur had finished his set a while ago, and now he was waiting in his hotel room before his next flight to a different country.

“Will, it’s part of the script. I kinda have to for, y’know, my job.” I noted, plopping myself down on my bed. All he did in response was hum back.

“Well, whatever you say, dear, I just know you’re not going to be kissing anyone tomorrow.” He said matter-of-factly. I rolled my eyes, not sure if he was joking or was serious. Besides, it’s not like he can just change the script to his liking, right?

Tomorrow Will and the band were going to be flying over to the country that we were filming in for two reasons. One reason was to perform a set for a festival, but the other reason is that with some great negotiating with the director, I convinced the team that Lovejoy could have a feature in the movie. After working with the team for some time, not only did they have a featured song in the movie, but also a scene where they played as a band during the film! I remember telling the band that night, and they were absolutely ecstatic. It was as soon as I got off of work, I rang them in the taxicab back to my hotel.

“Oh, Willll~!” I chimed after Will picked up my call.

Wilbur, who was absolutely groggy after performing, only mumbled when he spoke. “Yes, dear..?”

“Guess what, guess what! Are you with the band? You guys would all love to hear this news.” I asked. With a tired sigh, Wilbur flicked on the camera before outstretching his arm to show him in the passenger seat with the rest of the boys in the back seats. I noticed that through the car windows, you could see it was relatively dark, which was the complete opposite in my case with the bright and sunny sky blaring in my face.

Joe looked half asleep, Ash was on his phone, and Mark looked a bit drunk but nonetheless energetic. “So what did you need to tell us?” Wilbur asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Okay, okay! So remember how I said that I was going to convince the director to feature a song in the movie?” I reminded them. Wilbur slowly nodded in response, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Mhm?” He hummed.

“Well, not only will you guys have a featured song, but also you guys will be playing in the background in one of the shots! Isn’t that so fucking cool?! I’m so proud of you guys!”

Immediately, I saw all the guys sit up with wide grins and look at each other with such enthusiasm. Mark screamed and cheered as Wilbur held the phone close to his face, gasping in awe. “You’re serious?!” Wilbur said. “Like you’re so, so serious??” His mouth then curled into a wide smile before jumping in his seat like a little child.

I smiled, reminiscing at the memory that only happened a few days ago. “Hey, darling?” Present Wilbur called out to me, making me shake out of my thoughts.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I’m gonna head out now. Get some rest okay? I’ll be seeing you a couple of hours from now.” He noted.

“Oh, yes! I should get some rest now, should I?” I nervously chuckled, scratching the back of the neck. “I’ll see you soon, my love! Text me when you land. I love you!” With some cheesy little kisses through the phone, I hung up and threw my phone onto the nightstand. I stretched my arms above my head, snuggling into the off-white fitted sheets and pulling up the thick covers to embrace my body. My eyes fluttered close, and soon enough, I drifted off to dreamland.

The next day, I woke up practically jumping into bed and throwing on my usual outfit of sweatpants and tank tops. I walked into my bathroom, thoroughly washed my face with my exfoliating cleansers then brushed my teeth to make sure they were as bright as ever. I tied my hair back into something comfortable before slipping on some tennis shoes and leaving my room with my backpack equipped. Once I walked out, I called a taxi for a fifteen-minute drive to our production set.

In the meantime, I opened up my phone to read some missed messages from Wilbur.

Wilby <3: Hey we landed

Wilby <3: so eepy

Wilby <3: see you in six hours ml :)

With a goofy grin on my face, I responded.

You: headed to the studio now. cant wait to see you wilbs :D

I closed my phone and slid the device into my pocket, exchanging it for a pair of headphones as I admired the streets of the city.

Once I arrived, the office was bustling per usual with cameras getting readily in position and screenwriters and editors discussing the process of the movie shots. I made my way toward the breakfast table. On display, there were fruits, bagels, and yogurt cups. I decided to take a yogurt cup and plastic spoon before wandering around the set, examining the different scenes that were being worked on.

Once I finished a lap around the warehouse, I heard the front door open, and it was none other than Wilbur carrying his guitar case on his back wearing baggy clothing and glasses resting on the bridge of his none. Immediately dropping my bag and throwing my cup into a nearby trashcan, I ran up to him, jumping into his warm embrace after what felt like years.

“Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur!” I exclaimed, burying myself in his chest. His arms slithered around my waist as he held me tightly, picking me up ever so slightly.

“(y/n)! I’ve missed you so much!” He twirled me around before placing me back down. “How are you, my love?! Has the States been treating you well?” He ran fingers through my hair as I held on to his wrist, not letting my eyes leave that gorgeous smile on his face.

“Surprisingly well! How about you, sweetheart? Have you been okay?” I asked.

“Well I’m certainly more than okay now that I’m with you—”

We heard a voice clear his throat only for us to whip our heads around. Joe, Ash, and Mark stood there awkwardly having to endure the immense PDA they had just witnessed. Instantly, we both pulled away with a tint of red brushing our faces.

“S-sorry—!” I stuttered. “How are you guys?”

“Hey, (y/n)! We’ve been doing just fine.” Mark held up his drumsticks, resembling a wave. “Were you guys getting ready to film?” He asked.

“Err, well-” I stepped back a bit from Wilbur to direct my attention to the guys. “In about fifteen minutes maybe? The director is somewhere with the film crew, so you guys can talk to him in the meantime. I gotta meet up with the cast in a bit to go over some lines and stage acts.” I checked my watch, realizing I had somewhere to be in just a few minutes. “Just for now walk around and get acquainted with the set. I’ll be seeing you guys later, I promise!”

Giving Will a quick peck goodbye, I jogged over to where the rest of the cast was, and from then on, we discussed our lines and what scenes we would be filming for that day. Some of the scriptwriters joined us as well, telling us how they envisioned each of the scenes.

“So this part is where we show the Masked Woman’s origin when she fell in love and then lost her lover.” One of the writers said, pointing at our papers. “We’re going to have a scene where they kiss while the band is playing in the background just to really feel that teenage kind of innocent love. Make sense?” I looked around, seeing all the actors nod, but my mind was racing.

We were going to kiss in front of the band?

God, I know Wilbur wouldn’t be too happy about that.

“Hey, you’re doing alright?” I felt a hand on my shoulder, only to look up at the hired love interest that I was set to kiss with.

“Oh— Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just my boyfriend is the lead singer of the band that’s going to play— Not sure if he’ll be too fond of watching us kiss.” I lightly chuckled to myself, but in reality, I was a little nervous. He raised an eyebrow before turning to a writer.

“Is there a way where we can hide the kiss? So we don’t actually have to y’know— actually kiss?” He asked.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” The writer sighed, tilting her head to the side. “The director is really strict on this. He wants a perfect, loving kiss scene.”

With a defeated sigh, I shook my head. “It’s fine, really. Just wanted to see if there were any cheatways into this.” I said, scratching my neck. “I’m gonna go do my hair and makeup. I’ll see you guys in a bit!” Begrudgingly, I trudged to my dressing room to get my outfit and makeup done. I know on one hand, this is my job, of course, I was going to have to kiss someone. It’s not like I haven’t kissed anyone on a set before! I mean, that was before I met Will at least… Still, I wonder. What was Will’s plan? It’s not like he can improv his way into being the one to kiss me. Unless?

After roughly an hour or two, it was finally time to film the scene. Lovejoy has been recording shots for the montage segment of their band playing as the actors and I have been rehearsing the following lines. But for the most part, it was small talk while watching the band perform. Which was completely fine in my eyes since it’s been so long since I’ve seen Wilbur and the band play live. All of the main actors carpooled into one van and were eventually transported to an outside area. There stood the director, Lovejoy, and the camera crew.

The setting took place at an outside area near a bay. The boys were set to perform at a stage-like gazebo with makeshift speakers and wires trailing along the floor. A little fan was even placed as a prop to refresh the band. I hopped out of the car, approaching the set steadily, unsure if they were still filming or not. Eventually, the director turned to us, greeting us with his signature jolly laugh.

“There yall are! Now, we just finished the takes for the band. Now as they’re playing, we need you two—” He pointed at me and my assigned love interest. “—to stand relatively in front of the stage watching them perform. Then after some deep small talk talking about how much you enjoy the scene, you two kiss! Got it?” Reluctantly, I nodded. I glanced over to Will as he clutched his water bottle, taking a swig but still keeping an eye on our group.

Oh boy.

We continued on with taking scenes. My love interest and I were in the middle of the crowd around us, but given the small venue space, there were only several other people. Roughly, I’d say under fifty people. I stood next to him as we chatted about our made-up lives, talking about experiences we had when we were children, all while a camera glided along the outskirts of the crowd listening to the band.

“Ah, hold on. Are you feeling thirsty?” He asked in character. I chuckled before responding.

“Yeah, actually, it is hot out here. There are some drinks being handed out over there,” I pointed my thumb to the concession stand behind us. “Grab us some drinks. I’ll just listen to the band for now.” I smiled. He nodded, rubbing my bare shoulder before walking past me. Holding back my sigh, I turned to Wilbur. Now was the easy part of the scene where I got to just listen to the performance.

“I’m scum. I’m waste. I’m what.. You want.” Wilbur strained into the mic. I bit my lip, holding back the lyrics I wish I could harmonize with the man. I couldn’t do as little as mouth the lyrics, knowing that the camera was panning to capture my expression. I simply smiled up to Will, and soon enough, I met his gaze looking down at me.

In turn came Ash’s bass and Mark’s drums, revving up to Joe’s solo. Wilbur was the only one not playing right now, but that didn’t stop his theatrics. He swung his arms back and forth, pacing a little in place, until eventually, he descended off the pavilion with a bounce to each step. I looked around a bit, confused and not knowing if this was part of the script. The crowd stepped away, basically giving Will his right of way right in front of me.

“W-Will, what are you doing?” I whispered. In return, he didn’t answer. With one hand on his guitar, and the other cupping my face, Wilbur pressed his lips against mine as Joe’s solo played in the background. A huge blush crept onto my face to the tip of my ears, and all I could do in response was melt like ice cream. I fluttered my eyes closed with my hands running through his damp hair. I was desperate for his taste, something I never realized how much I was longing for until now. What stress I had building up in my system, whether it would be the intensity of filming or missing my family and friends, dissipated just from such a tender and innocent kiss.

Wilbur eventually had to pull away. I opened my eyes, revealing his smug smile, and a wink shot in my direction. “Meet me after the concert, baby, just thought you looked nice.” And with that, he turned around to finish performing the rest of the song.

What.

The fuck.

Just happened?!

Once the band finished the song, the director got out of his chair. “And cut!” He exclaimed. I looked over to see him rushing between the crowd, a joyous look on his face. “That was amazing! From that one take alone I could feel the passion! The love! That’s what we were aiming for!” He turned away from us and waved his hand to his production crew. “Tell the writers we’re going to go a little off-script because that was amazing! (y/n) and—” He turned around to face Wilbur. “Will, was it?” All Will could do was nod with a sheepish smile on his face. “Will, my man! You certainly know how to capture an audience! Alright everyone, regroup for fifteen!” The director turned away from us as the hired audience filed for a break.

I looked over to Wilbur, who looked as shy as ever. I crossed my arms and furrowed my eyebrows, but I couldn’t hide that smile plastered on my face. “So.” I started.

“So what?” Wilbur repeated, playing dumb.

“So this what your masterful plan you were talking about last night?” I inquired. Bashfully he swayed side to side, avoiding eye contact.

“Maybe.” He mumbled. I rolled my eyes, a bit amused by his change of demeanor.

“Clingy bastard.” I turned around and headed toward one of the trailers, leaving him speechless.

“What—! Hey! Don’t walk away from me!” I heard him calling from behind. “(y/n)!”

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a / n ~ deeply apologize for just a really shitty thing of writing. I've spent roughly days working on this? Just putting it on and off. I am very eepy. If anyone messaged me or in my inbox I promise ill respond in the morning. reblogs and likes very appreciated! tysm ssososo much for the support <3!!

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megumimania · 7 months

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PALACE/CURSE - shoko ieiri

warnings: vamp!shoko x fem! reader, my first time writing wlw content, we need more jjk female fics!, mildly suggestive, need vampire shoko immediately.

author’s note: vampire shoko is a need, not a want i fear!

“you’ve been avoiding me.” shoko sighed as she puffed out the smoke from her cigarette. you watched the smoke dissapear into the night sky. “didn’t think you’d notice.” you replied curtly, taking a deep breath, before trying to adjust your costume that was way too short. you did not know how mei mei got this on such short notice but you never questioned it.

“of course i’d fucking notice,” she took another drag of her cigarette before continuing. “satoru and suguru are on their weird, telepathic coupley shit, which leaves me alone most of the time, plus you never come to class.” she whines. you kind of feel bad for bailing on her but you have your reasons. “sho, i can’t be around you like that anymore.” you sighed, finally deciding to look her in the eye.

her brows furrowed, not understanding what you’re saying. “what do you mean, you cant be around me?” you detected the slight level of anger in her tone, masked as innocent curiosity. “i know you don’t use the blood banks anymore, you feed on actual innocent people and kill them.” she stiffens at that, before shrugging, “so?”

“so? you kill people and all you can say is ‘so?’” you sputter out, bewildered by the lack of remorse that she’s displaying. “so now you suddenly decide that you have morals, way to go y/n.” she scoffs. you can’t believe the words that are coming out of her mouth right now, “yeah i do, because we’re talking about actual humans, not curses.” she flicks off the cigarette ash that has fallen on her costume, clearly unbothered. “you hang around suguru too much.”

the tension between you both is palpable.

“but in all honesty, i haven’t had a good feed in ages.” she snuffs out her cigarette, stepping closer to you and suddenly its too much, you’re overwhelmed by her; her intoxicating scent, her pretty pink lips, the faint freckles dusted on her cheeks. you try to get some fresh air but her vice grip on your hip keeps you in place, your heart rate spikes as fear paralyses you, leaving you speechless. “i need you to relax,” she purrs lowly in your ear. “otherwise it’s not gonna be an enjoyable experience for the both of us.”

you move your hair from your neck, letting her have full access to it. she grazes her fangs against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “be a good girl and stay still for me, yeah?” she says in that breathy, seductive tone that drives you crazy. she sinks her fangs into your neck, your yelp is quickly muffled by shoko’s hand covering your mouth.

shoko feeds on you for what seems like hours, she cant get enough, as her back arches slightly from the pure ecstasy she receives from your blood. you on the other hand begin to feel lightheaded. “sho…” you groan out, tapping her shoulder to let her know that she should stop.

she quickly removes her fangs from your neck, leaving a slight sting. she kisses the bite marks she left on your neck. “i didn’t mean to go that hard on you.” she smiles apologetically, kissing your temple, as she holds you up keeping you steady.

“i promise i’ll make it up to you.” she whispers, giving you a bloodied smile.

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justmystyles · 10 months

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hi there !! so i have a bit of a heavy request for you.

could you maybe do a hurt / comfort with harry where he finds out you’ve self-harmed and he comforts the SHIT out of you?

been going thru a bit of a rough patch lately , i hope this isn’t too much :)

have a good day lovely!!

Scars

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 2.2k

summary: can harry be the comfort you need after falling back into old habits?

warnings: self-harm

a/n: so i woke up to this ask first thing this morning, i usually stay away from heavy topics like this, just because they require a special amount of care, and i don't know that i can do them the justice they deserve. but i was so moved that this lovely anonymous user asked me to help them through thier rough patch that i got to work on it immediately.

anon - thank you so much for asking me to help you through this time. i know we don't know each other, but if you ever need someone to talk to, i am right here. and that goes for any of you. i know i'm new here, and just a faceless username on a website, but i am always happy to be a listening ear, or do whatever i can to be there for you.

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You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at your bare torso as you ran your fingers along the fresh marks. It had been years since you’d found yourself in this place, and you were silently cursing yourself for getting here as the tears streamed down your face.

The first time this happened, it was a complete accident. You had been so frustrated at something or other, you honestly couldn’t remember the initial catalyst at this point, that you had clenched tiny crescent shapes into your palms. As you watched the blood emerge, you felt a sense of calm. At least this pain was tangible. If you were going to be hurt, you wanted to at least see it. So that’s what you did.

For a long time after that, when life became too much, when you were feeling alone or misunderstood, you would mark yourself. You always knew it wasn’t the best way to handle things, but it gave you a sense of control you didn’t otherwise feel you had in your life.

You were usually pretty good at concealing the scars. Tucking them away the same way you did with your emotional struggles. Until you were asked to be a bridesmaid in your cousin’s wedding. The dress was gorgeous, your cousin knew about your body image struggles, and took the utmost care to find something that would be flattering for you, something you would be comfortable in. And then you tried it on, unprepared for the slit that went up to your mid-thigh, showing off your collection of scars. Nobody said anything at the fitting, even though they all noticed. A few days later, your cousin spoke to you privately, and you broke down, telling her everything. She was incredibly supportive, and worked with you to make sure you got the help you needed.

But here you were, years later, feeling like that sad, scared girl from all those years ago. You weren’t sure how it escalated to this point, you had been through a rough couple of weeks at work. Late hours, nonstop meetings, more criticism than praise. Your family were all so busy with their own lives that you barely had the chance to speak with them. And then there was the one person that was supposed to be your rock, Harry.

Harry was incredible. You had never felt so loved, so cared for. You still remember the first time you showed him your scars, and told him about your past. He listened with rapt attention, tears pooling in his eyes. When you finished, all he could do was place soft kisses to each of your scars, muttering apology after apology and promising to protect you from ever feeling that much pain again.

But he was on the other side of the world right now, he couldn’t be there for you in the way you needed. Between the time difference and your busy schedules, you felt like the two of you were merely pen pals. It wasn’t his fault, this was his job. You knew that, it was what you had signed on for when you started seeing him. That didn’t make you feel any less alone though.

You were startled out of your thoughts by your doorbell. You furrowed your brow as you checked the time on your phone. Who would be bothering you this late? You splashed some water on your face to hide your tears, and grabbed your shirt off the towel rack, throwing it on before moving to the door.

You left the chain on the door, opening it a sliver to see who was on the other side. The moment you were met with Harry’s sparkling green eyes and wide smile, the tears made their return. You stood in silence, the door partially opened as your brain tried to process that he was here, standing at your door.

“I think I’ve successfully proven I’m not a nefarious stranger, think you could let me in now?” He joked.

You closed the door just long enough to remove the chain before opening it wide, sniffing and wiping your eyes as you took him in, really took him in. Before you could react, he had charged over the threshold, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. “I missed you, angel.” He murmured against your skin as his lips left soft kisses against you.

“I missed you too,” you say as you pull back. He looks at your tear stained face, bringing his hand up to wipe the wetness away. “But what? Why? How?” You’re at a complete loss, he wasn't supposed to be back for another week.

Harry chuckled at your flustered state, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “I was able to get things wrapped up early, so I’m here to surprise you.”

After a few more hugs and whispered I missed yous, the two of you got settled on the couch, turning on the television for background noise as you caught each other up on the past few weeks.

Once he had gushed about the projects he had been working on, and you had shared some minor details about your world, you got settled in his arms and the two of you started watching television, just enjoying the feeling of being with each other again.

As the evening went on, Harry’s hand absentmindedly traveled under your t-shirt, stroking the skin on your hip before moving around and running up your stomach. You were half asleep, the comfort of being in his arms making you forget your actions from earlier in the day, so you didn’t register what was happening until he softly said your name in a questioning tone. You hummed in response.

“What happened here?” He stroked over the marks once more.

Your eyes went wide and you sat up, pulling your shirt down to ensure he couldn’t see anything. “Nothing.”

“Y/N,” Harry said in a gentle warning tone. He reached for the hem of your shirt, but you scooted away from him on the couch. “Please?” His tone was less of a warning and more of a plea this time.

You took a deep breath and lifted your shirt, holding the hem just below your bra line. Harry’s eyes went wide at the sight, running a finger down your stomach as tears immediately began to pool in his eyes. “Y/N, these are fresh.”

You open your mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a guttural sob. All of the pain, loneliness, everything from the past few weeks being released at once. Harry is on you in an instant, wrapping you in his arms allowing you to cry against his chest as he strokes your hair and holds you for as long as you need. You both know this is something you will need to discuss, but you’re also in no state to have that conversation right now.

“Shhh,” Harry coos. “It’s alright baby, I’m right here. Let it all out.” He holds you tighter, wanting to make sure you knew he was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere. His own tears begin to fall as he continues to listen to your wails, and feel your body shake against his.

The only words spoken for the remainder of the night are Harry’s assurances to you that he’s there, and that he’s got you. Eventually, the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms on the couch.

The next morning, you stretch your body as your hand comes to your eye, wiping the sleep away. You can feel that your face is still puffy from your tears, your head pounding. You look around and see that you’re alone. You stand from the couch and head out in search of Harry. You immediately hear the sizzle of a frying pan and make your way into the kitchen to see Harry’s back to you as he stands over the stove.

“Harry?” Your voice is raspy and low.

He turns immediately, greeting you with a sad smile as he takes you in. “Hey baby.” He steps up to you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before bringing his hand up, brushing your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Go sit at the table, alright? Breakfast is almost ready.”

You nod and take your seat, watching as Harry disperses the scrambled eggs from the frying pan to two plates that are already stacked high with pancakes. He brings them over, placing one in front of you, and the other at the setting beside you. He then goes to the refrigerator, pulling out a bowl of fresh fruit, putting it between the two of you.

“Juice?” He asks, wanting to make sure you have everything you need before he sits down.

“Um… water please?” He nods, kissing the top of your head before going back to the refrigerator and getting you a glass of water.

When he returns, he takes his seat beside you and the two of you eat in silence, Harry occasionally reaching over to squeeze your thigh gently. His way of reminding you that he is there. You know a conversation is coming, but you don’t dare speak first, hoping to put it off for as long as possible.

Once you have finished eating, Harry clears the plates, putting them in the sink for later. He comes back to your side, taking your hand as he sits. “Baby,” he says softly, searching your eyes. “What happened?” You shake your head, dropping your gaze to the floor, he immediately slides his finger under your chin, bringing your eyes to his. “Talk to me. Please.”

You feel a lump in your throat when you hear the desperation in his voice. “I’m sorry.” You choke out.

“Hey hey hey,” he moves his hand from under your chin to cupping your cheek. “Don’t be sorry, you have nothing to apologize for. I just want to help you. But I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.”

You close your eyes, leaning into his touch and take a deep breath. The warmth of his hands on yours gives you the push you need to start. You tell him everything, all the things that have gone wrong over the last few weeks. The overwhelming feelings of hurt, loneliness, inadequacy. It feels so good to get it off your chest. You look at Harry as you speak, and you see no judgment in his expression, you know that he’s taking in everything you’re saying, and that his brain is working overtime to figure out how he can fix it, how he can make everything better.

Once he’s sure you’re finished, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap placing soft kisses along your jaw. “Baby, I wish you had told me. No good can come from keeping this all to yourself.”

“You were busy. I didn’t want you to worry about me.” You wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his neck.

He tilts his head, pressing a kiss against your temple. “Angel, no matter what I’m doing I am never too busy for you. I want to be here for you for everything, the good and the bad. We’re a team, right?” He feels you nod against his shoulder, he places his hands on the sides of your neck, pulling your face back to look at him. “I need to hear you tell me, baby.”

“We’re a team.” You say softly.

“That’s right,” he brings your face to his, kissing you softly on the lips before kissing away the tears that had fallen. “One of the things I love most about us, about you, is that I know that no matter what is happening I have you. I can run anything by you at any time. Right?” You nod in agreement. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if everything was one sided like that? I came to you with my stuff, and you just took it on while also managing your own, all by yourself.”

“I don’t want to be a burden on you.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, you are anything but a burden. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He assures you confidently. “Just you saying that proves how selfless and giving you are. But in order to take care of me, and everyone else who loves you, you need to properly take care of yourself.”

You nod in understanding. “Thank you.”

“No my love, thank you.” He said with a soft smile. “Thank you for trusting me with your heart. I promise you, no matter where I am or what I’m doing, if you pick up that phone and tell me that you need me, I am going to do everything in my power to give you whatever you need. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He pulls your face to his, kissing you deeply. Enough to feel all of the love that he has for you. He doesn’t just want to tell you how much you mean to him, he wants to show you. When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “Do you want me to run you a bath? I think you could use some relaxation.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Of course, my love. There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

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lanaxoxoxoxoxox · 10 months

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guitar strings, darlin'

musician!bur x afab reader

warnings: none, just a silly lil blurb with some silly lil fluff

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Wilbur and I were in a weird stage of friendship. We hang out almost every day (every other day at the very least), but if we separate for whatever reason, when we finally meet again, its as if nothing came between us. Many people, including the other members of Lovejoy, say that we're lucky to have that. Though, I don't think much of it. That's just Wilbur and I.

Wilbur and I first met at one of their first live gigs. They were playing at my local bar, so I decided to help out a local band near me. My thoughts then were, "Not like it's gonna hurt me! Nothing will come out of it for me anyways." And those thoughts? 100% wrong. Turns out, Wilbur has seen me play at the gigs I play, and happened to notice me in the audience at their gig. They asked me if I wanted to join, and I was starstruck. I was starstruck by not only getting asked to be part of Lovejoy, but by Wilbur. I mean, what can I say. He's practically an angel. He's sweet to everyone he meets, even if they're a total prick. He's funny, and god, he's pretty. Like, top tier level pretty. His eyes remind me of old brick libraries and the smell of burnt out cigarettes.

Obviously, I accepted the offer. And that's where I was brought to at this current moment. Sitting alone in the recording room with Wilbur, recording and trying out different stupid lyric ideas, with the light of an old lamp in the corner besides a burning candle.

"We need a good adjective to describe what the singer is feeling that still goes along with the rhythm of 'One Day'." I stated. Wilbur nodded his head in agreement, playing with the strings on his guitar.

Will's head looked back at me. "What if we make the chord using these notes?" I looked at his fingers, observing the notes he was demonstrating. I looked back at the guitar in my hands, struggling to find the right positions that he was in.

"How do you manage to put your fingers in that position?" I laughed. Wilbur laughed back at me, placing his guitar to lean on the desk besides us. He leaned over to me, and grabbed my hands and adjusted my fingers to the right strings. I looked up at him as he did so, getting lost from admiring the small features on his face.

I didn't even notice when Will was done with my hands until he made eye contact with me. I quickly looked away and fixed my hair. Wilbur chuckled, and lifted my chin up. He looked at the moon necklace displayed on my collarbone.

"That's a pretty necklace you got there." he said, playing with the metal. I blushed in response. He seemed to notice, but sighed, and sat back down. He then pulled his chair closer to mine.

"Can I tell you something, Y/n?" he asked. I nodded.

"I think I'm in fucking love with you."

My eyes widened at his words. Those were the words I have been waiting to hear for months at a time, and they finally came.

"I think I'm in love with you too, Wilbur." I smiled.

Wilbur looked at me and pulled my chin up slightly. "Can I kiss you?"

Instead of responding, I closed the space between us first. I could feel Wilbur smiling into the kiss. His lips were soft and slightly parted. Wilbur was the first one to pull away and he laughed. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that."

I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck, giving him one more peck on the lips and sliding my face into the crook of his neck, giving him a hug.

"LET'S FUCKING GO! I knew it was gonna happen! Ash owes me £50 now!" Mark yelled outside the door.

Wilbur scoffed at Mark and Joe standing outside the door. "Oh fuck off!"

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ahhh i love this fic so much 😭

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average-vibe · 4 months

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Taunt

Summary: You and Wilbur have been childhood friends your whole lives. what’s a bit more? Pairing: Wilbur x fem!reader tw: swearing,long fic with no proofreading a/n: hi! this was originally gonna be a Tommy fic but i changed my mind- lmk if you want the tommy ver. (also the name of this fic is based off of one of my fav songs lol) masterlist

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“Hey! thought you’d never come outta that thing.” Wilbur joked as you climbed out of the taxi, waving the driver goodbye.

“look, when your told 10 minutes beforehand that you need to be ready, it’s hard to be on time.” you said, cringing at the memory of applying powder to your face infront of the driver, who seemed to think you were a little crazy.

“yeah yeah. who ya trying to impress?” wilbur asked, walking down the pavement swiftly, his long legs striding with ease, and you admittedly struggled to keep up.

“me, myself, and i.” you answered. “i see your not trying to impress anyone, by the shape your in.” you joked, making wilbur laugh. it was true though, considering his socks were mismatched.

“whatever. your hair looks terrible, so i don’t know what your talking about.” wilbur said, stopping to turn and look at you.

You got on your tippy toes, attempting to smack wilbur in the back of the head. he easily dodged, and started laughing like crazy.

this is how it always was. wilbur laughing at you, or you laughing at wilbur, or you two laughing at yourselves. everything was always like this, and you never wanted it to change.

ok, maybe you did.

not in a bad way. you just wanted wilbur to love you. not like a friend, like a soulmate. like how you loved him.

the change you wanted was for wilbur to sweep you off your feet. for him to dance with you at night or in the kitchen, and for him to sleep with you peacefully. you’d never told wilbur this, obviously, you didn’t have the guts.

so you were quite surprised when wilbur took your swinging hand and held it.

“I’m not sure that’s the nicest route, is it, darling?” Wilbur whispered in your ear, bending over to do so.

your heart fluttered, and your breath hitched. you didn’t think you could say anything at all, even if you wanted to. but as soon as he did it, wilbur’s hand let go of yours, and his eyes were off of yours aswell. you two walked down the street in silence, barely even breathing.

“You coming to my show tomorrow, right?” wilbur asked, looking at you gently (don’t ask how someone looks at someone else gently-).

“yeah i guess.” you answered, sure that your cheeks were still bright red from the recent encounter. “I thought i would have to work, but my job closed.” you added, halving at wilbur.

“oh shit! really?” wilbur questioned, stopping in his tracks. “That’s terrible, y/n. you need a job?”

“yeah, i guess so.” you said shrugging. “you got something in mind, soot?” you asked, nudging him with your shoulder.

“yup. we need an editor for our music videos.”

“You pay good?” you joked, smirking at wilbur.

“only for you, dear.” wil said, smirking right back at you. that took your cocky smirk right off your face.

why did he have to be so damn good at flirting?

wilbur laughed at your reaction, grabbing onto your shoulder for support. you rolled your eyes at his exaggerated response, and continued down the pavement to the studio.

(wilbur’s POV)

Wilbur glanced at you constantly, even growing up he thought you were pretty. and as he got older, he slowly began to have a crush of you. luckily, his wits and quick thinking aslways saved him from slipping up.

but something about today, he couldn’t stop flirting, and he also couldn’t stop looking. he didn’t know what it was, but no matter what you did that day, seemed perfect to him. when you’d hum a song, or when you’d wave at pedestrians, or even just smiling at one of his jokes seemed amazing to him. you were so perfect.

as you two walked up to the studio, you took a glance at one another as you walked in. wilbur quickly noticed Ash and Mark, who were sitting on small stools, chatting about some idea they had for a music video.

“hey wil.” mark said, grinning at him. “and who are you?” mark asked, stretching out his hand for a handshake.

“i’m y/n.”you answered. “wilbur asked me if he wanted me to be an editor for your music videos.” you said, smiling at wilbur. wilbur smiled back, wishing that he could hug you without his band mates (and you) thinking he was a total freak.

(y/n pov)

I nervously watched the band record, wilbur’s voice ringing through the studio. when everything was done, you helped them pack up, and after a quick goodbye, you and wil were off to do whatever you wanted.

“what’d you think? did we sweep you off your feet?” Wil asked, putting his hand on his head to add to the dramatics.

“oh, for sure. i’ve never been more impressed with a show in my entire life!” You say, smiling at him. “it was great. and definitely good enough for ice cream..” you smirk, glancing at wilbur who’s smiling at you, making your face red with embarrassment.

“Oh was it now? well, since i played so good, i think you should pay.” the brunet taunts, reinginget an eyebrow. “or, we can get lunch and ice cream.”

“someone’s hungry.” you comment, glancing at him.

“yeah, i’m hungry as fuck.”

“maybe if you ask nicer i’ll consider.”

“oh please! your majesty! i’m fucking starved! please!” wilbur mocks, begging with his hands.

“hmm. well, i guess so.. since you asked so nicely.” you smirk slowly turns into a grin as you watch him beam in excitement. “but you’re paying for lunch. i got ice cream.” you say. “Damnit! thought i got away with it.” wil pouts, making your giggle like a school girl.

as you and wil go into the small shop, wil leans down or your level, saying, “i forgot this shop only has shit sandwiches. they do have incredible croissants.” making you chuckle. “somebody’s been here a time or two.” you joke, eyes squinting at the tiny words on the menu. “yeah, thanks for noticing.” wilbur says, smiling.

Wilbur’s Pov

I watched as she ordered her food, with her small smile and quiet voice that she suddenly got when she was in public.

“Thank you!” she said, e/c eyes glowing in the sunlight that shone through the windows. she slowly went to find a table and sat down, glancing at me and giving me a thumbs up, which i return with a chuckle.

After i order, i walked over to the small booth she has picked out for us. “Just a tea?” she questioned, motioning to my lone cup.

“you said i was paying.” i joke, smirking. “i also got a sandwich, don’t worry so much, love.”

“thought you said the sandwiches are shit?” she interrupted my sip of tea.

“they are, but i’m hungry and i don’t really care what i’m eating at this point.”

“huh.”

we sat in silence for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each others company.

“you’re cute, yknow that?” i say suddenly, words coming out of my mouth before i can think about them. She freezes, eyes wide with shock. or disgust. or anger. or hatred. oh for fucks sake, she hates me. she stares at me for a couple more seconds before she says, “you’re cute t-too, soot.” she stared at her hands for the entirety of the time she said it, but she did. she said it.

“I love you.” she says, eyes still glued to her hands. “I have for a while now. and i know taht we say we love eachother like every night, but i don’t love you like that. i love you like.. fuck. i love you so much i don’t know what to do with my self.” she sputters it all out in one big word jumble. but she said it.

“i love you too. 10 times more than that, too. hell, 20 times.” i say, smiling slightly at her small figure, glancing at me and her hands.

“glad we got that out, soot.”

“me too, love.”

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a/n: SCREAMING CRYINH THROWING UP BC WHY WAS THAT NOT SHIT??? LIKE HELLO?- this was a draft from like, forever ago lol so pretty old but i like it so wtvr

REQUESTS ARE OPEN (i think?)

#on a side note why is he so FINE LIKE DAMN #sbi x reader #dsmp #fluff #wilbur #wilbur soot #ok bye <3

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intjgodcomplex · 1 year

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The hunting of Beyond birthday

~Mello's point of vue~

The sun was supposed to start rising anytime now, but i couldn't tell if it did because of the grim location of our so called apartment. Not that it would've changed anything if the sunlight falled inside the room, having spent my childhood in the grimly orphanage, Wammy's house, cold and godless nights live in my bones.

I stretched my arms above my head, the bright white light of the old computer illuminating the dark room. I had finished writing it, turning one of my rare conversation with L into a novel. It felt good to know that my existence left a trace, even if it will just be a file on a computer that was on the verge of falling apart. Well, perhaps not the only trace if you could count the ashes of all the essays and exams i had burned because of always lacking one mark to achieve perfection. But life found it's way to remain unfair, all while dangling perfection at fingertips out of my reach.

I couldn't hear the usual beeping sound of matt's gameboy, he was asleep on the couch behind me. He was wearing his usual red sweater and jeans, neither of us bothering to change from our rather uncomfortable clothes.

I sighted and got up, walking through the corridor illuminated by a couple strands of light from the computer. I intuitionaly stopped mid way, goosebumps breaking out of my skin when i felt a presence behind me. When i was sure from the emptiness of the corridor, i went into the bathroom and turned the bright while light on, dust particles could be seen around the lamp.

When i looked into the mirror, my tired reflection stared back at me. For a brief second, i saw younger me in the mirror. We shared the same tiredness of staying up late to achieve the perfect essay, perfect novel, perfect genius, perfect misfortunate orphan...

Then all of a sudden, as i went to turn on the faucet, my usual brown eyes went red as if they were made from glass and you could see the blood underneath.

I stumbled back against the counter, accidentally slashing my hand on the razor, the blood escaping my veins onto the white floor. A loud bang came from my and Matt's room, grabbing the cut to stop the bleeding, i ran back to the room to check on Matt but he wasn't on the couch sleeping like he was. The sound of cabinets slapping came from the small kitchen attached to the living room.

Feeling my fear go away and get replaced by anger, i went to the living room, turning on the tacky white light.

"Matt what the-" As i was going to start my angry rant, something felt off.

Matt didn't turn to look at me. He stopped opening and slamming the cabinets, he was just staring in front of him.

"Hello mello" It wasn't Matt's voice that came out of Matt's mouth. It sounded sinisterly entertained.

I stumbled slightly backwards, my eyes widening when Matt turned. He looked like it wasn't him who was moving his own limbs, like a puppet on a string without a mind of it's own. It was just his eyes that were different, they were... red.

"...Matt?" I grabbed onto the counter.

"That's a nice little book you wrote about me," The unsual voice said while Matt was standing right in front of me.

It took a few seconds for me to find my voice, "Beyond- that's impossible!" The dots connected in my heads, i felt the need to vomit.

"You should be quite familiar with the impossible by now," Beyond's voice jumped between the walls of the house and the walls of my brain. "Notebooks that kills, gods of deaths... I mean how impossible is it for someone to work so hard yet still die like a nobody."

I gritted my teeth, "Leave Matt alone!" I wanted to grab a weapon, but i knew that it would just result in hurting Matt.

"You know it won't make much of a difference if i killed him now," Matt's body grabbed a knife like a puppet on strings. "You both don't have a lot of time left."

I felt my heart sink to my stomach at his words. Beyond must have noticed that, even though i had mastered controlling my facial expressions, and his sinister laugh echoed through the walls.

"That really surprised you" He said between his laughter, "You failed everything in your life, did you really think you're going to win this time, that life will be merciful and let you taste victory one time before you rot?"

I couldn't find anything to say. I knew he was right. This my curse, i will always fail. I will get up and try again, and i will still fail. If i'm good i'm not great, and if i'm great i'm not perfect.

This will just be my last time failing.

I took a few steps back when Matt's body approached, not afraid of him hurting me, but rather of me hurting him by trying to defend myself.

But he didn't attack me, instead, he dipped his finger into the drops of blood on the counter that dripped from my wound.

I watched in horror as he started to trace number by number, i knew what those numbers were and i wanted to look away and not read them but it was too late to look away.

It's my date of death, my final day alive, the 27th January, two weeks from now.

"A little present from me." Beyond's entertained voice said, "You too should make the most of it till then, before you die like dogs, like nobodies."

The house went silent and so did my head as a feeling of dread washed over me.

Matt's body fell on the floor, and before i jumped to help him, i wiped the date away, not wanting him to see it.

The fear never left me as i carried Matt's passed out body to our room. I felt an unexplainable guilt as i placed him on the bed, the thought that i dragged him with me to our deaths.

"I'm sorry Matt."

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Pidge x reader | White Lion - Part I |

A/N: Okay so this has parts of dialogue of "Dangerously Yours", it'll have a part 2, and btw my requests are open! Word count: 2k

You were not ready for failure of any kind. As a white paladin of Voltron your soul mission was to protect other paladins and people around you. A medic was what you were, a brute by nature and a pacifist by force, all you could do was save, even if you tried to charge into battle you were quickly pushed off – back to the sidelines. “Y/N! Get out of here! It’s not a place for a medic!” They yelled. Voltron was fine by itself, no medic was required, you were a so-called “Plan B”, you were useless, healing pods were more handy than a medic. Everyone neglected you, not as a friend of course, but as a valuable fighter and defender of the universe.

The only one treating you fairly was your love, Pidge. She actually appreciated any kind of help she got from you during and out of battle, that was, to your dismay, cut short. As war with Galra raged on, everyone forgot about any other struggles disregarding the threat across the universe. Soon, Pidge began to share the view about you with other paladins, bit by bit. – You should be more careful! – She said, but quickly, those words turned into. – Just stay out of this Y/N! We don’t have time to waste!

Waste? You thought. Waste? Is that what they see my effort as? A waste..? And like that, the overthinking pursued. No one even noticed you staying out of conversations, blindly following orders, no one noticed because it was making everything easier – Who would have thought that disregarding your feelings would be so convenient? Nobody, that’s why no one realized something was wrong.

And there you were, in the middle of the ashes of a once proud planet, now left dying and naked of its natural beauty and resources. While the other paladins were fighting a Galra ship, basically above, you were left to seek refugees and help them. People shied away, some openly running out of your sight. You left your weapons hidden, leaving only a red, cross marking on your armor standing out. You looked forward, a camp stood out of the dead surrounding, a medical camp. You quickened your pace, rushing into the tent.

– Hello? – Everyone sulking in silence suddenly looked up at you in horror, some closing their eyes, as if you were there to collect their soul and send it away from this world. – I saw the crosses on the tent, do you need help? I’m a medic and—-- You were cut off by a few people gasping at your confession. An old, wise looking alien granny rushed over to your side and guided you inside. – We’re glad you came here, indeed we are, but there’s no time! We need to act quick, please, help us. – She looked at you with hope in her eyes, the medical staff, consisting of three other aliens, gazed at you. You just nodded in agreement.

– Y/N? What’s happening there? – You heard the confused voice of Pidge on your intercom, you muted your mic and popped off your helmet, pushing it into the corner of the medical camp. – Alright, let’s get to work. – You said quietly, no one said a word, they just led you into the other part of the tent.

In the next hour you operated on at least four people, crushed, stabbed, or just dying in general. You sighed and washed off the sweat from your forehead, you turned to another patient but before that, a middle-aged woman grabbed you by your shoulders. – Please, god, save her. I can’t do it without her, please, you kind people are the only hope we have left. Not even Voltron is here to guard us. – She said breaking down in front of you. – Where were they when we were dying? – She asked, and like that she fell to her knees as one of the other people inside took her away from the place you were operating in. You looked at the girl in front of you, her life was in your hands now. She turned to you and whispered – Don’t blame yourself if I don’t make it, if I- I actually won’t wake up tomorrow, tell that girl that I will watch above her… – She closed her eyes as you ran to save her.

The battle outside died down, you were sitting under a dimly lit light with a cup of strange coffee in front of you. And like that your mind wandered off. Your helmet beeping obnoxiously.

Beep. Voltron just missed this place? While they were fighting in the sky, innocent people were dying on land. We could have stopped this, they could have stopped this. Beep. What kind of heroes are we if we can’t even save the people we’re fighting for? Beep. What’s the point in this? Today, I helped more people than I ever did in Voltron… Did they even notice I was gone? Beep. Lord, all of those people had families, lovers, children, lifes to come back to after the war. Beep. You looked up, the beeping seemed to be more frequent then before, you sighed annoyed and turned your intercoms on. You heard a few familiar voices echoing through the mic, your tired and beaten down gaze softened.

– Y/N? Y/N? Are you there? – You heard the soft voice of Pidge, you smiled for a second at the thought of her. – Ugh, Pidge, come for your food! – Lance shouted in the background.

– Um, sure, just let me make this one message and—--

– Pidge! Come on, you know how the Mx. Lone Medic Wolf acts like, they’ll be back, please, what’s the worst that could’ve happened? They were on land, no battles you know.

– I- I guess you’re right, I’m just a bit worried.

– Have you forgotten? They’re not a fighter, it’s not like they could be hurt doing a pointless check up on land.

– Yeah… It doesn’t sit right with me though, the whole “creating a pointless task to get Y/N out of battle” thing, you know?

The rest of the conversation was muffled, you couldn’t keep up with the words leaving their mouths, the sentence left you numb to your surroundings. You heard Pidge shuffle around, presumably standing up and getting out of her room to get food. You stood there frozen, shocked, sitting still and aimlessly staring at the dark abyss in front of you. You felt tears flowing down your face, but you made no noise. Everything was too loud and too quiet at once. You silently took off your helmet and put it in front of you, sitting in the dimly lit room, with cold coffee as your company. Is that what they think about me? You thought.

Suddenly, someone walked in, their feet shuffling on the floor, you didn’t move, still staring numbly forward. – A- am I interrupting something? – You heard the person say, it was one of the medical staff you worked with today. You stiffened and spoke up. – No, not at all, but I must ask, why are you here? – You grabbed your mug and relaxed into your chair, the person walked in and sat slightly on the table in the small room.

– I just wanted to thank you for today, many great people were saved because of you. – The seemingly way older woman told you. Your head dropped to the table as you hid your face with your palms. She looked at you, worried.

– But too many were lost, tell me, what was this effort for? What did I change? – You said, your voice cracking. She walked over to you and put her hand on your shoulder.

– You saved lifes. – She said.

– Did I? How sure can I be that they’re going to make it to see the daylight?

– You can’t be sure, all you can do is wait. – That left you speechless, not out of rudeness, just purely out of things to say. It seemed like all the words you could muster out were said, but then, she spoke up again.

– I’m sorry but I came here to ask you something… – She said quietly, you nodded for her to go on. – Are you, by any chance, part of team Voltron?

– I- I’m, yeah, yeah I’m part of Voltron… – You said, almost ashamed. But why? You thought.

– I saw your reaction to that young lady breaking down in front of you, and I wanted to tell you that you shouldn’t go hard on yourself. – She said, almost like an older sister giving you great advice.

– What are you trying to tell me..? – You almost cried out, looking at her with your bloodshot eyes, gazing at her through the gaps between your fingers.

– There’s really no way of winning this, you know. You can't fight woth yourself forever. – She said, taking her hand off your shoulder, bitterly smiling at you, with such sympathy you haven’t seen in a while. – Take your time, kid.

The door shut behind you, the ear-splitting silence was killing you, your breathing stopped for a second when you heard Pidge’s voice on the intercom. I didn’t turn off my mic.

– Y/N..? – You heard heartbroken Pidge on the other side of the mic. – Y/N please… I know you’re there.

– Have you heard everything? – You asked, feeling drops of sweat rolling down your back, awaiting for an answer.

– I- I did, and did you..? – She asked with hope that you didn’t, your answer crushed the little hope she had left.

– Yes, I did.

– Look, Y/N, I’m sorry, please just listen, I- can explain—-

– No! I can read you like a book now, you're not so wise after all.

– You don’t know what you’re saying Y/N!

– You never loved me did you? You knew that I loved you and you used that!

– Y/N please, just listen to me!

– No! I'm done, you saw me as an useless waste of space, didn't you? – The silence after your sentence was deafening. You sighed tiredly into the intercom. – You want my heart to constrict with agony? My hands to shake? You want me to plead for my place in Voltron, you want to hear me beg for a chance to be useless trash laying around again? You want that so you can make a generous gesture and spare me..? – Your tone shifted drastically. – Sorry Pidge, I don’t seem to be in a mood for prayers tonight. – You bitterly smiled to yourself.

– I used to think that I was a Paladin just like you all, but now, the mere thought of it makes me ashamed. I should wish you good luck, shouldn't I, huh? I guess, this is a goodbye, isn't it Pidge..? – You said sadly, sighing once again. You brought your hand up and rested it on the mute button. – I- No, I don't have anything else to say. Don't look for me, Voltron won't be us welcomed here as you wish it to be.

– Y/N just please, wait! —- The conversation ended. You took a sip of your cold coffee and closed your eyes to recollect yourself. You rested your head on your hands and cried quietly, sobbing stopped only after you passed out from exhaustion that finally caught up to you.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron x reader #voltron pidge #pidge gunderson #pidge holt #pidge x reader #pidge gunderson x reader #pidge holt x reader #voltron pidge x reader

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celestial38 · 1 year

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Disclaimer;; this is all fictional!! This is my interpretation of what I believe the ash people would be like and also how Jake would be mourning the loss of two people, while learning to love again.

Summary: After the death of his wife and eldest child, Jake takes his three remaining children and heads to the northern side of Pandora, the isolated territory of the fire clan, the tribe who can bring people back from the dead.

When he meets the princess of the Ash Tribe, he must now choose between opening his heart and letting someone fix him, or to have the opportunity to seek out his two family members he still wishes to see everyday.

Jake felt the stares from the surrounding Na'vis, hand clutching his youngest daughters' as she stayed close to his side. "Dad?" She said looking up at him, her eyes glistening with a worry tint.

"It's okay, just be calm." Jake said as he looked back at his other two kids, both with their hands out to show they meant no threat. Kiri had her mothers lioncloth wrapped around her waist, as Lo'ak had his brothers neck pierce, both bearing a pained expression.

It's been a year since the passing of Ney'tiri and Neteyam; both having been fatally wounded by Quaritch and Lyle who, in return, vanished without a trace, leaving behind the pain of losing two people.

As their feet touched the once grassy area which was now ash and dirt, trees that were once a beautiful color now only branches, but the bioluminescence of the glow worms had made up for the lack of color and light.

Jake forced a smile out, trying to reassure everyone that he meant no harm as he searched through the crowd of people for the man he came to see, Äoa.

As Lo'ak and Kiri both got closer to their father, the stares from the greyish Na'vis making them feel uncomfortable. "I'm scared." Tuk said, her arms wrapping around her fathers forearm as she clung a bit.

Kiri placed a gently hand on her shoulder as she assured her that everything would be fine, having been practicing those words on their long journey over here incase someone would need them.

As it felt like an eternity, a shorter man approached the four with his arms spread out to show he meant no harm as well. It was Äoa. Hanging off his shoulders was the traditional chiefs garb decorated with bones and small wooden arrows, on the shoulders part was large feathers that connected to a wooden structure to keep it up right.

"Äoa was the chief of the Ash people, the skeletor tribe."

"I see you, Äoa." Jake greeted the leader, doing the familiar hand gesture. Äoa returned it before immediately pulling the other into a hug, Jake returned it. He hadn't remembered the last time he was given a hug.

"Jake Sully." Äoa said after releasing the other. He was at least a foot shorter than Jake, but his structure was definitely outweighing everything else. His arms had many markings and tattoos on them, eyes red as crimson blood and his ears were stuck up and pointy, a scar down his left eye. His skin was rough.

"I knew him as a tough leader."

Some of the Ash people had gotten closer now seeing as their chief was almost pleased to the Sullys, but as a path way began to emerge, an older lady appeared as she walked slowly and on alert to see what was happening.

"Although Äoa was known as the sadistic ruler, it wasn't him I was afraid of."

"I see you, Sänume, Tsahik of the Skeletor Tribe." Jake now acknowledged the older women, who in return greeted him back. Jake felt himself ease up as she did, not knowing how the two would feel if he was to ask for Uturu.

"Why do you come to us, Jake Sully?" Äoa said, the question Jake was trying his hardest to avoid a bit longer. The Olo'eyktan and Tsahik both stared at Jake, having been purposefully kept out of the wars and battles to not hear bout Toruk Makto losing his mate during a battle. So, when Sänume noticed the children had no mother present, she felt herself hold onto Äoa forearm.

"We seek Uturu." Jake said after a few moments of hesitation, looking between the two as he didn't want to offend either one when directing an important question.

"Uturu?" Sänume said, her ears twitching in confusion as she gestured to her village and then his youngest. "You do know what we are known for and you wish to expose your children to this?" She said.

Jake did know, he knew the Skeletor Tribe was notorious for bringing people back from the dead and their sacrifices they did for Eywa, being here was the safest option he could think of. If he could, he would've went to Tonowari and Ronal south of Pandora, near the water where the Metkayina reside, but he took a chance here.

"I do, I just want to keep my family safe." He said, picking Tuk up who was gripping at his arm even tighter than before, the exhuastion hitting her from having been flying for over ten days.

As the crowd parted ways once more so the clan leaders children could come forward, the first was a boy who had to at least be two years older than both Lo'ak and Kiri. His face resembling his father with the same scar down his left eye, arms covered in markings and occupied in his hand was a spear. His hair was braided and thrown over his shoulder, a few beads being interweaved throughout it to decorate his hair.

Coming from the opposite side was another boy who had to have been the same age as Lo'ak. He eyed the two behind Jake, both of which who returned the glances back at both of them making one of them smirk in amusement. Kiri kept their gaze. This boy having more beads in his hair than the other and his body having little markings and no scar on his face, he was also accompanied with a spear in his hand as the lower half of it dragged on the floor. If you looked too quickly you would think they were twins.

Just when you think the clan leaders only had two boys, appearing suddenly next to Sänume was (Y/N), her eyes piercing directly at each and every one of them on high alert. Even though their equipment was placed on their banshees from behind, (Y/N) still did a double take just in case.

Her white hair was braided down to her lower back with many pretty beads interwoven at the tips of them, courtesy of the many children of the village who liked to practice different styles on her. The chest piece she wore was a midnight black mixed with a hint of blue covering that was made to look like little branches and vines, that just so faintly and up close, you could see ridges in them, almost looking like she took veins out of someone and placed them on her chest.

The thing that made Kiri and Lo'ak flinch back was the fact all three of the kids had red eyes that looked like blood.

(Y/N) walked closer, but stopped, her eyes having now moved to the older gentleman carrying a young child. Curiosity was killing her, so, being the polite one she was as her parents further discussed the situation at hand, she greeted them. "𝘖𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘦" She said, her voice almost dripping with a honeyed tone, it made Jake drop his gaze, but quickly compose himself as he did it back. The kids returned the gesture as they felt more comfortable with her than the two boys.

Finally, after deliberation, Äoa turned back motioning with his hand to the small group of villagers who were there. "Toruk Makto is a great war leader," He started off. Jake could only look, already preparing for the worse, tightening his hold on Tuk who could barely stay awake. "He and his family will stay, treat them as our family. Teach them our ways and show them the true Skeletor values." Äoa looked over at male before sticking his hand out to the three children.

"My daughter (Y/N) and sons, Fawn and Ay'u, will show your children what to do." He said after pointing to each one of the kids beside him.

Fawn, who was the eldest, went to object but was immediately stopped by a warning gaze from his father. He groaned in annoyance, but (Y/N) on the other hand couldn't but help but smile as she picked up one of their bags. "Come, I will show you to your new home."

Jake set Tuk down, as he placed a hand on her back. "Now, what do we say?" He said looking at his three kids. Lo'ak let out a soft 'thank you' as Kiri did too, but Tuk being Tuk, she said it out loud causing Sänume to give her a gentle smile.

The four of them followed (Y/N) into the village to start their new life.

#avatar #atwow #jake sully #age different relationships #grieving #tuk sully #loak sully #character death #reader x jake sully #avatar 2009 #avatar 3 #ronal #tonowari #ash tribe #oc

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yesthisismycurrenthyperfixation · 11 months

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Ok, I kinda have a really out there prompt idea. It’s legit been in my head for so long. So it’s Spider-centric, I’ve read somewhere prompts where he is he gets yelled at or hurt and somehow ends up lost and caught up in a storm. He ends up in another tribe, most likely the Metka’yina and lives a new and better life.

Buuuuttt (here’s where my mind comes in) what if Spider is found by none other than the Ash Na’vi? Spider is found by them on an island or washed up on shore. Of course the Ash People immediately want to end the meek sky person’s life, I see them being pretty ruthless and deadly, but then the leader (Varang if I’m correct) sees an opportunity. Spider, so young and hurt, simply wants to be one of The People and have someone who truly cares for him. Varang, sees that, and so gives him that, at least somewhat.

Now a young Spider becomes trained by the dreaded clan of ruthless warriors, barely surviving the rigorous test but never giving up all for the hopes of finally being seen. And he really does keep up, fueled by his drive to belong and his tenacity. Combined with Varang’s brainwashing, Spider comes out as a deadly and formidable foe, one of the Ash People. Barely a shred of innocence and kindness remains, only the sense of duty and drive to fulfill the wishes of his stand-in mother (Varang).

So time goes on, and the Sully’s have established themselves in Awatlu. But instead of humans attacking, the since-dormant Ash People do. And it is in all the fighting where the Sully’s seem to notice a rather short Na’vi, wielding two short dual blades and donning a wrap around his entire face, but appearing to be coated in a layer of gray paint and dark stripes all over his body. What’s worse is all the scars and marks he has, like an experienced soldier. He falls in a large battle with the Metka’yina tribe, and it is when he is tied and captured when they realize who the masked warrior is. He doesn’t speak at all but they identify the ‘Na’vi’ the one who felled numerous warriors even at disadvantage, as their long lost friend and ‘brother’. But when they begin to try to connect to him again, they find so little remains of their best friend now. All the members of the family, even Neytiri and others try to bring back the sweet boy that once existed. But they find it shockingly difficult, for all that seems to remain is the warrior of the Ash People, Yo’ (“be perfect, flawless” according to the dictionary). But there possibly seems a shred of hope when the metaphorical mask begins to crack.

So sorry bout all this but I’ve had this idea for a while and wanted to share it 😅 Quote a few holes in the story but I like the idea of Spider becoming somewhat ‘different’ per say, and the Sully’s reconciling over the last when they see what happens to a supposed brother and son. A sort of ‘what have we done’ with a ‘what has he become’ kind of thing. But Spider angst to Spider love is all I crave.

Ash Spider AU

Oh my goodness, I want this story in my life so much!

I have so many ideas rattling around in my head for this story. It really could start similar to Storms of the Past, with Neytiri freaking out and throwing Spider out. But instead of the kids going after him and comforting him they are stopped, told Spider will be fine and to give him time.

Maybe Spider got lost, he was so upset he wasn't paying attention and before he knew it...

Night hits and Spider is still lost but now he is also surrounded by nocturnal predators, hungry ones. I'm picturing something similar to Jake and the Palulukan from the first Avatar. Not a Palulukan chasing Spider but a similar 'flee for your life' moment with a smaller predator. Difference is where Jake made the choice to jump Spider didn't see the cliff and ended up falling.

Norm and Max back at base finally realise Spider is missing and start looking for him. They call Jake where they find out Spider had left HOURS before. He should have been back to Hell's Gate before noon but never turned up.

The scientists and a few Na'vi start looking for the kid, only a few Na'vi because of who Spider was. Despite looking for days they never find him.

This idea also gives me a lot of ideas about the Ash Clan. Where they would live, their culture, how much the volcano is a part of their lives, etc... I've always pictured them in a coastal area, whether an island or not I'm not sure yet. Either way I've always pictured something similar to this...

There is always lava flowing into the ocean, always smoke and ash billowing from the volcano. Big erruptions are rare but the Ash People know what to do, how to handle them so it isn't a big deal.

Even with the threat of the volcano hanging over their heads the Ash People will not leave. Their island is bountiful, plants and other life flourish there thanks to the volcano and the nutrient rich soil.

I really want to write this story but won't start it until I finish one of my other WIPs. Two on going stories is enough at one time. If anyone has thoughts or ideas I would love to hear them. I want to brainstorm this idea and try to get an outline going so when it is time to write I can.

#avatar the way of water #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #Ash Spider AU #ash people

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claireunoia · 2 years

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♡ㅤׄㅤִㅤ ୨୧ mean!rebel!nancy would be the biggest tease you would ever even come close to meeting. from being the most popular girl in the whole of hawkins high, from her stubborn, snarky attitude and bad habits, she immediately was the only girl you had ever found intimidating in your entire life.

and it was almost as if she knew this. all grand noble prize thanks to that one faithful day where your chemistry teacher had first set you up to tutor nancy. she has made you her personal target ever since then. with you being the smartest in the class and nancy almost failing, he thought it would be perfect to have you help her after school in the library three times a week.

that day is where it all started with you two

-ˏˋ ❀ ❀ ❀ ˊˎ-

“god, he really thought sending some fucking nerd would help me” the brunette girl cursed with a roll of her eyes, unable to stop the annoyed huff from emitting her lips. you ignored her words the best as you could and started to pull out all of the materials for the tutoring session. only looking up when you heard the next few words come out of her month.

“oh but it does help that you’re pretty cute” when your eyes found her striking features, you saw her rosy thin lips pulling into a wide smirk. your sudden flustered figure made her unconsciously chuckle, ‘cute’ she thought.

“oh um, well thank you. i know you don’t wanna be here so let’s just make this fast” you softly inquire, nancy giving you a affirm nod in reply. still grinning as she lean in closer to the small table.

“maybe we should sit closer, so i can see better” nancy didn’t even let the words fully come out before her body moved from across from you, to sit directly next to you on your right. soon as she was sat, she kicked her chuck taylor covered feet up on the table to rest them. her eyes taunting snapping to yours, giving you a amused expression.

she could tell she was affecting you, it was a nice sight to see oh so perfect y/n feeling for someone like nancy wheeler.

“so, um mr. hugh wanted this paper turn in last week but made a exception for you. the grade is worth…” your instructive words began to fade away slowing when you noticed nancy started to light a cigarette. putting her lighter out with a swift movement of her wrist, her chipped polished fingers then coming up to grasp at the cigarette. taking a quick drag before pulling it out of her mouth.

“my bad, sweetheart. you were saying?” the girl gave you a smug smile, the little cloud of puff exiting her mouth as she spoke to you.

it was as if the words had died on your tongue. your eyes uncontrollably watched the way nancy held the cig at her lips. watching the way they were wrapped around the drug, almost addictively. she was so pretty and all she was doing was sitting there, her own orbs studying you. only hers were arrogant and lust filled while yours were vulnerably desirable.

“cats got your tongue?”

nancy giggles, her perfectly arched eyebrows raising as she begins to bite at the flesh of her lips. her brown irises practically fucking your body as she looked at you from head to toe. taking one more long puff of her smoke, she then push out the flame and ashes into the wood of the empty library’s table. leaving a dark ash-grey mark in-graded into the pristine wood in its wake afterwards.

“i have such a hunch that we won’t be finishing this little session are we?”

*follow my library account @rileybinaalibrary & turn on notifications to know whenever i post a fic

#gonna leave it right here #not getting into into it #leave you guys wanting more!#nancy stranger things #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler smut #nancy wheeler x you #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x female reader #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things x you #st smut #st x reader #stranger things x reader #mean!rebel!nancy

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ddanny03 · 1 year

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Avatar The Way of Water SPOILERS

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I am so freaking sad about Neteyam's death, I had to write this to get the pain out of my chest. It's not perfect. Most of it sticks to the original scene, but with a self insert and a bit of fluff followed by angst, like, a lot of it. So if you're into it, enjoy. :) <3

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I heard them before I saw them.

I was waiting with Jake for Neteyam and Lo'ak to come back, guns in hand watching the perimeter, inwardly cursing Quaritch's existence for the destruction he caused as I watched the sky people's ship burn, dead animals around it.

They took the longest time, and my worry grew with each heartbeat. As I was about to ask Jake to contact them, I heard them. Crying, screaming for Jake's help.

I whipped around instantly, running a short distance in their direction to the edge of the water, and only as they got closer did I notice the trail of red clouds dancing with the water. My heart not only stopped, it cracked as soon as I realised Neteyam was holding his chest crying, barely breathing.

I dropped my weapons and jumped into the water without a second thought, reaching for them, for him. Lo'ak reached behind him and managed to get half of Neteyam's weight on me so I could get him off the ilu, which Tsireya was trying to keep steady while she sobbed like I've never seen before. My own tears weren't far behind. But I had to get Neteyam out of the water to help him, which was enough distraction to keep the tears at bay, although the panic was still there.

Lo'ak's panic was much more visible than mine. Frantic, shouting 'watch his head!' over and over again, even after we got Neteyam out of the water, only stopping after I held his head on my lap as I assessed the wound.

Jake lifted him slightly to look at the exit wound on his back, and paled significantly. 'No, no, no, please, no' he said, and I knew by his reaction and Neteyam's slow blinking that he didn't have much longer left. The realisation felt like the air from my lungs was sucked out without a warning, leaving me gasping and choking up. Jake held his hands, ordering Neteyam to look at his eyes, Lo'ak put pressure on his wound, even if it was useless. Tsireya stood behind Lo'ak, trying to get him to calm down and realise not much could be done. During the chaos, Neytiri landed behind me and descended from her ikran, having the same reaction as her husband as soon as she saw Neteyam lying on the ground. Panicking, covered with ash from the fire with trails of tears marking light paths down her cheeks, she dropped to her knees holding her son's left hand.

'Dad, I want to go home' Neteyam said, heavy-breathing, still looking at his father as I begged him to keep his eyes open, caressing his wet hair, moving it out of his face and wiping his tears.

Jake was sobbing, reassuring his son that they would go home soon, to not to worry. Quickly exchanging a look with me and Neytiri, then looking away as tears slid down his face relentlessly. He wasn't going to make it back. I looked back down, unable to keep my attention on anything else but the piece of my heart which I held on my lap fiercely, like a lifeline keeping me lucid.

Neteyam looked up at me and paused, lifting a heavy hand slowly and placing it on my cheek, then moving it to the back of my neck softly pulling my head down to his. I placed my forehead against his and paused. He then whispered 'Oel ngati kameie' with a strong look on his face as his eyes locked with mine. My tears flooded like a river and sobs closed up my throat, but I still managed to repeat the sentence back to him. 'I love you, I love you so much, please don't leave me 'Teyam'.

He smiled at the nickname, and his chest went still as he stared into my eyes.

I called his name, moving my legs underneath him and gently shaking his shoulders with both hands, and when he didn't respond Neytiri let out a blood-curling scream, followed by shouts of his name and gentle pulls of his hands by both of his parents.

I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and when Neytiri took the other half of my soul in her arms away from me I couldn't move. I could feel endless rivers of tears pour down my face, but other than that I couldn't feel much of anything other than the cold that overtook my body as soon as his skin wasn't in contact with mine.

Tsireya hurried towards me holding me by my shoulders. I didn't realise I was falling back until she caught me. My eyes turned to tunnel vision, Neteyam's face being the light at the end. There was this very annoying ringing in my ears I couldn't seem to get rid of, no matter how much Tsireya spoke to me and whispered reassuring words next to me, though they seemed to work more for herself than for me. The only words of reassurance that ever worked on me fell behind the cold lips of the boy currently being rocked back and forth in his crying mother's arms. Now I had a Neteyam sized hole blown through the middle of my life, a life that was meaningless without him to brighten it.

Halfway through my state of shock, I hear a whisper of Quaritch's voice through Jake's earpiece. I couldn't tell what he said, but I managed to guess by the shift on Jake's face that it had to do with the ship on fire as he turned to look at it. Neytiri had placed Neteyam's body on the ground a few seconds ago and was currently running her hands along his cheeks as she cried and begged him to open his eyes, the same eyes that were forever engraved on my brain, his name branded on my soul and his voice the only melody I will ever love. His face as he told me 'I see you' plays in a loop in my brain.

Jake stood and put his hands on Neytiri's shoulders. 'He has our daughters, we have to go.' My ears perked up and I stood with him. Neytiri only looked at him and sobbed harder. 'Neytiri please. I need you. Strong heart, remember? He has our daughters, we have to get them back. I need you with me.' Neytiri sighed, then looked back at Neteyam. I did too, and then we looked at each other. A shade of understanding crossing her eyes, both our shoulders slightly dropping at the momentary comfort we shared as we realised we felt the same pain. She nodded at me, a stronger look on her face. I nodded back, and we both turned to look at Jake. He gave us a pained look and then called Tsireya's name, who was still standing behind me. 'I need you to stay with Neteyam, we're going to get Kiri and Tuk back.' Tsireya immediately nodded in agreement, wiping the still-flowing tears from her face as she turned to walk towards Neteyam's body. I expected my heart to crack once more as I looked at him, but instead I felt anger as my eyes drifted towards the wound in his chest, anger which settled in my bones and festered, making me vibrate with scalding hot rage as I imagined Kiri and Tuk in the same filthy hands that viciously stole Neteyam's life, and a new sense of purpose willed my legs and eyes to move away from him and focus on finding my weapons. Once I did, I equipped them almost mechanically. Tucking my spear into its belt strapped over my shoulder and secured on my back, then bending over to pick up the gun Jake had trusted me with, checking that the bullets were loaded into the chamber before I slung the strap over my head and left the gun to rest on my hip, just like Jake taught me. He who had looked out for me once me and his children became close, treating me as one of his own, and protected me once hell broke loose. He had my eternal thanks for bringing Neteyam into my life, a life I now owed to him, and would gladly risk if it means saving his family the same way his son saved my soul.

I approach the edge of the water and jump in, calling to my ilu as Neytiri mounts her ikran and Jake waits for us already on his skimwing. Once Txo'nari reaches me I quickly make tsaheylu and we head straight to the burning ship side to side, ready to save our family.

#neteyam #avatar the way of water #neteyam x reader #avatar #avatar spoilers #i cant stop crying #hurt #angst #neteyam x female reader #self insert #slight canon divergence

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virtualcarrot · 2 months

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[KKIR] Modern AU -Teaching Pains Pt2

Part 1

Prompt 2: Love Potion/TLC

Konoha Middle-High School isn’t too shabby overall, but not enough that Kakashi doesn’t miss his office at Konoha University, which is cozy and remote and most of all private . Being a part-time presence at the school didn’t warrant assigning him a designated classroom, and he can’t help the unnerving feeling of being a sitting duck as he takes possession of a desk in a corner of the teachers’ lounge.

The feeling only intensifies when he hears the door open shortly after, followed by a sharp intake of breath.

He doesn’t need to look up to figure who it is. Nor can he keep pretending he didn't notice the presence when the newcomer comes to a stop by his desk, clearing his throat.

He greets the other man with his laziest, most heavy-lidded gaze. “Can I help you?”

Umino Iruka, for of course it’s him, wriggles in discomfort. To his credit, he also meets Kakashi’s single eye without faltering.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot last Friday,” Iruka says, holding out a takeout cup.

Kakashi eyes it briefly and doesn’t take it. He lifts an eyebrow, pointed and expectant.

Iruka’s quick to catch on.

“I got off on the wrong foot,” he utters through gritted teeth.

Kakashi greets the admission with a patronizing little nod that Iruka looks to be struggling with himself not to strangle him for. Notably though, he doesn’t retract the cup.

Kakashi decides to throw him a bone.

“And this is…?” he asks.

Apparently, that’s enough to fluster Iruka anew.

“Ah, uh, it’s for you. It’s… coffee. Just coffee,” Iruka replies.

Cute. And unnecessary.

“There’s a coffee maker right over there,” Kakashi notes, cocking his head towards the kitchenette on the other side of the room.

Somehow, his rudeness mollifies Iruka’s growing frown. The teacher bites his lip and winces, ending the whole sequence with an amused, albeit pained, smile.

“Yeah…” he says, drawing out the word. “You do not want to start your day with that sludge, trust me.”

“Trust you? Hmm, not a given.”

The annoyance flares right up. Iruka, it’d appear, is very skilled at scowling. Too bad for him that Kakashi doesn’t care nearly enough for it to affect him.

He props his chin in his hand and stares, as thankful as he often is that his customary surgical mask hides his features. It wouldn’t do to be seen smiling.

It doesn’t stop Iruka from narrowing his eyes.

“Listen here--Do you drink coffee?”

Kakashi rolls his head in a so-so moue. “Aaah. Sometimes.”

He’s very glad that he doesn’t startle when Iruka slams the cup down.

“Then take the damn coffee!” Iruka snaps, throwing a few sugar packets after it. His anger appears short-lived; when he speaks again, his voice is even once more, like he just needed to relieve the pressure to carry on. Interesting. “I didn’t know if you have any allergies, so it’s just plain black coffee.”

Kakashi glances at both packets before drawing his eye back to Iruka. He doesn’t say anything.

Iruka shuffles his feet irritably. “I’m trying to apologize here!”

“Are you?”

For a brief second, it’s like Kakashi’s witness to the swelling of a volcano. He could swear he feels the molten heat rising to the surface, the plumes of smoke and ash hissing as they gather in the air.

Then it all dies down and all that’s left is Iruka sheepishly rubbing the aged scar across his nose.

“Ah, no, you’re right,” he says with a self-conscious wince.

He marks a pause then folds into a bow, ponytail bouncing over his head. Frankly, it’s far more than Kakashi was expecting.

“I deeply apologize for my behavior last Friday, Kakashi-sensei,” Iruka declares all too formally.

And, well. Kakashi isn’t completely unreasonable. When Iruka straightens up, Kakashi meets his eyes and takes the cup for himself.

“It’s fine,” he admits with no little humor, “I’ve been told I can be… difficult.”

Iruka’s lips go pinched with the struggle not to pile onto the confession this early in their acquaintanceship.

He’s a funny one, this teacher.

Kakashi pops the lid off the cup and pulls down his mask, even though it reveals the lower end of his own scar and the half-sided smirk he’s been keeping to himself for most of this conversation.

The taste is a pleasant surprise.

He pulls back with a smile. “I’ll admit, this is good coffee.”

Iruka watches him a bit warily.

“So we’re good?” he asks.

“We’re good,” Kakashi says, and watches Iruka’s shoulders slump in relief.

“Good,” Iruka repeats, rubbing the back of his neck with a small smile. “I’ll leave you to it, then. Gotta get the classroom ready.”

And, just like that, the issue’s closed, no hint of lingering resentment anywhere.

“Sure,” Kakashi murmurs, somewhat bemusedly.

Taking a new sip of coffee, he watches Iruka stock his lunch in the communal fridge and pick a couple of pencils from the supply closet right by the entrance. After which he hesitates, does a quick count with his fingers. He notes down something on the ledger pinned by a magnet to the inside of the closet door and hefts a whole box for himself. Burdened as he is, he has to hip check the closet door to shut it, but doesn’t seem particularly bothered to be seen being quite so graceless.

It’s kind of refreshing.

“I don’t, by the way...” Kakashi calls out just as Iruka’s leaving.

Fumbling to adjust the box while holding up the door with his foot before it shuts on him, Iruka blinks back. “What?!”

“I don’t. Have any allergies,” Kakashi clarifies, raising the cup for emphasis from the safety of his isolated desk. “But unsweetened is fine. Just so you know. Next time you feel like blowing up, and then guilty over it.”

The storm is quick as ever to gather in Iruka’s eyes, and just as quick to abate with the light of understanding.

He pulls a face.

“You’re teasing,” he says at last, sounding resigned but also, dare Kakashi note, amused.

Kakashi grins at him.

“I think we’ll get along.”

Part 3

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