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hellishjoel · 7 months

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seven days, six nights

5.6k / pairing: joel miller x f!reader

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summary: You get jumped in the QZ after a deal gone south and hide yourself from Joel to keep him safe. After eventually finding you and learning the truth behind your injuries, he heals you and promises revenge.

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), post-outbreak Joel, living in the Boston QZ, somewhat established relationship, mentions of falling ill, mentions of hunger/starvation, mentions of weapons, mentions of sleeplessness, descriptions of a fight/brief assault, descriptions of bodily injury, talking about medical shit (and I ain't no doctor, I used google, don't sue me) thoughts and descriptions of murder (… isn’t he just so dreamy?), angst, light fluff at the end, half-ass edited (apologies in advance)

A/N: So happy to practice some post-outbreak writing! Enjoy this angsty one shot (inspired by this lovely ask!) that I fuckin loved writing. Dedicating this to @macfrog, as I pictured this entire plot with pixel Joel.

“Joel, I’m so sorry, I lost you the battery-” “Someone stole it from you.” He corrects, shaking his head as a sinking feeling washes over you. Your eyelashes flutter as you feel a droplet of water land on your nose. You glance up at the sky, seeing the clear summer day has turned into dark clouds overhead threatening to flood the city in rain. Joel doesn’t look up, he stays watching you. You can’t seem to meet his eye contact. “But the battery-” “Don’t care about the battery right now, care about you.”

Joel doesn’t know where you’ve been. You haven’t returned to his apartment in the QZ for days. He keeps track. Every time the sun rises and shines blistering beams of light into the quiet apartment until the moon replaces it and casts light silver streaks between the torn-up pieces of newspaper taped to the windows. Another day gone.

You had a routine. Make the smaller drops or pickups on your own, return to Joel, and report back to him with anything you think he might find useful or interesting. Five days ago, he sent you off to negotiate a truck battery with that West End District piece of shit, Robert. He shouldn’t have let you go alone. Fucking smugglers, you couldn’t trust any of them. Hell, Joel was even surprised you trusted him at first. He regretted not insisting on being by your side, even if it was just as your personal attack dog to keep Robert on his toes.

Despite Boston being one of the more “well-managed” QZs to still exist, the black market that emerged from it was just as strong. That’s where Joel came in. He figured if he could smuggle himself into one of the most protected quarantine zones in the country, he could smuggle just about anything else.

Drugs, weapons, ammunition, illegally forged paperwork, counterfeit ration cards, you name it, and Joel could work it in or out of the city. Joel’s reputation was usually enough to keep you both out of imminent danger as he became popular with not only the inhabitants of the QZ, but also with fellow smugglers. You all needed each other to stay alive, in one way or another.

Don’t be mistaken; the Boston QZ wasn’t perfect. It went through its fair share of scares. Food sources dwindled occasionally, leaving people angry, starving, and rebellious. Fireflies were a constant nag on depleting military resources. The fighting never truly stopped. This partially made Joel’s life easier. When times got tough, people searched for Joel to procure particular goods to help keep them afloat or, more importantly, alive.

That’s the problem Joel ran into after spending a night in FEDRA lock up. He was the one in need of supplies.

Joel was sick. Not infected sick, not cordyceps sick, some kind of infection he got from poor sanitation in the lock-up that attacked its way through an open wound Joel had gotten. He didn’t know if it was from work duty or from the recent street attacks, hence his stay in the FEDRA lockup. No matter where he got it from, an infection in the bloodstream wasn’t easily curable.

The doctors, what very few the QZ had, were scarcely treating the sick due to a lack of supplies. And Joel was only getting worse.

He was fighting a high fever, his breathing was fucked, as was his heart rate. Only a few days into his symptoms, he was crashing. He was damn near on the devil’s doorstep. He wasn’t made for heaven’s gates.

Joel didn’t have friends in the QZ, but there were certain high-powered people who needed items smuggled, too. And the guards paid him well to keep his mouth shut about what he saw going in and out of those gates after curfew. That’s why when one of his more popular clients heard Joel was an inch from death, they sent you.

You burst through his apartment, the door nearly flying off its hinges as you fled to his bedside. He pushed you away with what little strength he had at first, the infection was making him lose his damn mind. His skin was scarlet red, and he was clammy with sweat. He didn’t know you, you didn’t know him. But you weren’t going to let him die.

“Joel, I’m here to help you, hold still.”

Then you started your search, tearing Joel’s clothes off one by one until you found the sizeable cut on his upper bicep near his shoulder, a huge scrape from a metal blade that had gotten infected. The man had tons of scars, all in varying sizes, shapes, and places on his body. You didn’t know his past, but his body told his story. He was a fighter.

Your fear was how far into sepsis Joel was. Any further or even just a few hours later, you might have witnessed his organs begin shutting down.

Despite his hazy state, Joel was struck by your amount of supplies. You weren’t a Boston QZ doctor, he would remember a face like yours. It took a smuggler to know a smuggler, and you dealt in medical supplies.

Joel passed out not long after you got there. You caught him up in the morning, you never left his side. You monitored him, kept checking his vitals, pumped him with water, shoved antibiotics down his throat, cleaned his wound before it could fester anymore, and tried to regulate his body temperature. This could have been a lot worse. It should have been a lot worse.

This was your first time experiencing Joel Miller’s tenacious stubbornness. He wouldn’t fucking die, not last night, and not today.

A few weeks later, with Joel improving, he picked up on you around town. The way you blended in with just about everyone else. Not much slipped past Joel these days with his eyes like that of an eagle. But you slipped right through his fingers, didn’t even know you existed, despite running the same territory.

That’s when he decided he wanted someone like you on his team. Not just for your medical skills, but the type of supplies you ran was in high demand. You never did tell him where you got it, or how it was funded, all he had to know was that you were in. And you have been in ever since.

Joel introduced you to heavier smuggling, like weapons and bundles of cash. Even people for the right price. He taught you how to make fake documents of verification and how to forge other paperwork. This was a lot bigger compared to your clean syringes and medicine.

You learned a lot from each other. You taught Joel patience, and to thank you for saving his life, he taught you how to orgasm in less than five minutes.

The relationship you shared, if you could even call it that, wasn’t strictly a romantic one. Both of you were too guarded for something like that. But also, life was too short and unpredictable right now not to crave pleasure to erase the pain from the past.

It was hard to admit, considering how independent you’ve grown since being accepted into the Boston QZ, but you were thinking about Joel in ways far beyond a slightly romantic relationship. He had protected you and cared for you in the Joel sort of way that’s hard to read but you know exists.

Joel worked extra hours to hand you off extra ration cards, shaking his head and not looking at you when he said it was no big deal, just take’em. Or when he didn’t want you to stay in spare housing, he offered to let you live with him in his nicer, non-shared apartment. It was a small slice of heaven in this fucked up world. You liked him, hell, maybe it was more than like.

That’s why when you got jumped by Robert’s guys on the way back to Joel’s with the truck battery, they damn near killed you. They left you passed out in the alley. Robbed you of your ration cards, stole back the battery, smashed your head so hard into the brick wall you had passed out. All you wanted to do when you came to was crawl to Joel. So you did. You were outside his door, beaten and bruised, about to knock. Then you just stood there and spiraled.

You listened from the other side of Joel’s door to the floorboards creaking as he paced the old wooden beams. You were late and left him worried. He was waiting for you to come home.

The thought made your stomach twist. You looked like shit. You knew what Joel was capable of. One look at your bruised and bloodied face would send him flying down the street with a rifle in his hands and a pistol shoved in the back of his jeans. You couldn’t bear the thought of him getting hurt in a war with Robert.

Joel was smart, a hell of a lot smarter than Robert, but their smuggling operations varied greatly. Robert was an arms dealer, with henchmen all around the QZ. Joel only worked with a handful of people, he kept his circle small. If Joel went after Robert, you were more likely to find him dead in the street than anything else. And you couldn’t do that to Joel, not after all he’s done for you.

If Joel saw you hurt, he would kill Robert. He’d kill anyone that laid a finger on you. No one touches what’s Joel’s. Not merchandise, not weapons, not the pills he smuggles in and out of the QZ, and certainly not you.

So you tiptoe back down the stairs and run to the spare housing blocks just before the curfew alarm sounds. What Joel doesn’t know won’t get him killed.

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Joel stands in line during the heat of summer, ration cards stuffed in his back pocket as he waits with others in the queue for a tray and some food. The dining hall was packed, and by the looks of other people’s trays, the food was low again. All he can think about is how he worked extra shifts all last week to get more ration cards for both of you. Without these cards, you were going hungry. You were supposed to be by his side, where were you?

By day six, Joel was restless. He didn’t realize how accustomed he had grown to having you in bed beside him. All he could picture during his sleepless nights was his body spooned in behind yours, the heavy weight of his arm curled around your waist, being able to sense even the tiniest of movements. You’d push off his arm in the middle of the night, telling him that you just needed to use the bathroom or get some water.

It wasn’t always like that, though. Sometimes, you have nightmares. Ones that left you shooting up straight in the middle of the night, gasping for breath, crawling backward in bed like something or someone was chasing you. Joel didn’t know everything about your past and vice versa, but he knew wherever you came from before Boston was a different form of hell. He would hold you in his arms, console you, wipe your hot tears, lay your head on the warmth of his chest, and tell you to level out your breathing by listening to the beat of his heart. He held you in his arms until you eventually fell back asleep. Most of the time, you’d wake up and wouldn’t remember a thing.

What if nothing was wrong with you, and you just realized you didn’t want to be with someone as broken and battered as Joel? He didn’t make being in his company easy. He gave you a lot of shit, pushed you to the limits, told you on more than a handful of occasions he just wanted to be left alone. You’d ask about his daughter, the one he sparsely spoke about, and he’d bark at you until you regretted even thinking about her. He didn’t make things easy on you, but Joel did care about you. Even if he was shit at showing it.

He pushed you away, maybe you took the hint and left him.

On day seven, he started asking around about you, something he saved as a last resort. The less you two were seen together, the better. You had him worried sick, and he was damn near ready to raid Robert’s warehouse to see if he had taken you, made you his girl against your will.

That was until he caught a glimpse of you going past the market. It didn’t take much, he recognized your figure and trailed you with his eyes. You were walking towards spare housing, with a heavy backpack and a sweatshirt on. Your arms were wrapped securely around you, and your head was down.

He navigated through the crowds, jaw tight, putting down heavy steps on the broken gravel road as he pushed people out of his way with a guided hand on their shoulder. He followed you out of the crowd and down the street lined with stone barricades and rubble from a recent building that was raided by patrol on the hunt for Fireflies. You turned sharply down an alleyway, and Joel followed you, needing to see if you were okay, looking for answers.

As soon as Joel took the alley, he was attacked and harshly shoved backward, his shoulder blades smacking the red brick wall behind him. A small switchblade was then shoved against the protruding vein in his neck, heated puffs of breath leaving him. He initially panicked in the moment, his hand tightening around the wrist that held him there.

“Why the hell are you following me?” You bark at him, head still lowered. Joel’s eyes narrow at the sound of your voice.

He speaks your name.

Your strength relaxes, and you lift your head up to see you had pinned Joel. Shit, you thought one of Robert’s men was following you from town. You let out an exhausted breath of relief.

“You’re really holdin’ me up with the knife I gave you?” Joel asks. He smacks the back of your hand, reflexes making your fist open up and lose the grip on your switchblade. Joel snags it with his free hand and glares at you. He takes the opportunity to shove your forearm off his chest, the one that was pinning him against the wall, and sending you a few paces back from the force he exerts. He hesitates but folds the blade back into the handle, and offers it back to you.

You let out a sigh of relief to see that it was just Joel. But this was still a problem.

You retrieve the switchblade you accidentally surrendered to him and stuff it into your sweatshirt pocket. You cross your arms and look away to the entrance of the alley. “What the hell are you doing following me, Joel?”

He lets out a scoff through his nose and shoots daggers out of his eyes that you won’t meet. “What the hell am I doin’? Where the hell have you been?” He tries not to bark so loud. You won’t stop staring at the entrance of the alley, and Joel’s not sure if you’re thinking about running or thinking about being ambushed.

He grabs your arm and drags you further into the alley, sunset on the horizon. He brings you to the back of an old school that was ready to collapse. He pushes you back against the wall and stands close, too close.

“Answer me, what the hell happened to you?” His voice shoots goosebumps across your skin, low and growling for answers.

The grip he has on your arm tightens and washes a flood of heat over your injured arm. Your mouth hisses with hurt, trying to breathe through the pain. You shake him off of you and clutch your arm lightly. “‘M fine, Joel, I can manage.”

You’re speaking with a break in your voice that Joel can’t quite place. The hood you’re wearing is working overtime to shield your face.

He pauses before he slowly looks over you. “Why are you wearin’ a sweatshirt in the middle of summer?”

The silence he’s met with only leaves him more curious. What are you hiding? He swiftly pushes the hood off your head before you can stop him, and he’s not prepared for what he sees.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his large hands delicately coming up and caressing your cheeks.

You sigh and roll your eyes. The skin around your right eye is blueish-purple. You lightly twinged at the contact, no matter how delicate he was being. “It’s not as bad as it seems, it doesn’t hurt-”

“Like hell it doesn’t,” Joel mutters, lightly taking your chin between his thumb and index finger as he angles your face from left to right, allowing him to get a full look at the damage done to you. You glance down at his broken watch for comfort, the band fraying and the glass shattered, but he still wore it.

You can’t exactly explain why your lower lip starts to wobble. It was so hard to stay away from Joel, to distance yourself, but it was all for keeping him safe. Your small fists lightly clutch the button-up shirt he’s wearing around his abdomen, finally feeling a slight sense of security.

“Joel, I’m so sorry, I lost you the battery.”

“Someone stole it from you.” He corrects, shaking his head as a sinking feeling washes over you. Your eyelashes flutter as you feel a droplet of water land on your nose. You glance up at the sky, seeing the clear summer day has turned into dark clouds overhead threatening to flood the city in rain. Joel doesn’t look up, he stays watching you.

You can’t seem to meet his eye contact. “But the battery-”

“Don’t care about the battery right now, care about you.” His thumb gently examines the cut on your lip. You curl it inwards to stray from his touch. “Robert do this to you? His guys?” Joel’s asking accusingly, and you know better than to lie to him. You swallow the growing lump in your throat and gently nod, blinking back tears.

His face grows taut with anger, his brows furrowing and the creases in his forehead are set in stone. His jaw is clamped shut while he grits his teeth. Joel’s probably thinking of a million scenarios of how to put Robert down. Which way would last the longest, string out the torture, make him apologize to you, and beg for his life. Make him apologize to Joel for ever touching a hand on what was his.

“Joel, you need to take a breath. Focus.” The last thing you wanted was for Joel to go on a rampage tonight in search of Robert. “I’m fine, this shit happens. We’ll get back on track and-”

“Can’t believe they let you live.” He murmurs, taking a look at the damage that he can visibly see before lightly sighing and releasing your face. You’re quick to pull the hood back up and cross your arms in front of you as some sort of shield.

His eyes are sunken in, his chest is lightly heaving as he tries to sort through his muddled thoughts. The rain is starting to scatter more, hitting your muddy sneakers and Joel’s dark denim shirt. The setting sun meant curfew was just around the corner.

“Come on. We’re goin’ home. Need to take a look at you in the light." You hesitate but his eyes are pleading for you to just let him take care of you. So you let him.

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You travel up the same staircase you did just a week ago, limping and injured, broken and feeling guilty. Joel needed that battery for the truck. He was going to leave Boston and go to find his brother, Tommy. Neither of you had discussed if you would come with. For Joel, you think you might do just about anything for him if he asked.

He stabs his key into the lock of his door. You hear a crying baby in a neighboring apartment, it was probably startled awake by the blaring of the curfew alarm. Lightning and thunder crack outside as Joel pushes open the door. You follow him inside and set down your backpack by the door like you usually do. Another strike of lightning makes his apartment flood itself with white-silver streaks of light, if only for a moment. Joel flips the lock back into place and hits the switch to the one overhead light in between the kitchen and the living room. You’re sweating up a storm in your sweatshirt.

Though living in Boston’s QZ wasn’t great, you had to admit that not every quarantine zone had clean water and electricity. Joel had an old standing oscillating fan that was stationed at the foot of his bed during the summers since he ran so warm all the time. He said he traded about four or five meals worth of ration cards to get it, said that it was considered a steal. You shed the heavy material of your sweatshirt and sit tiredly down at the end of his bed, closing your eyes as the fan wicks away your sweat and cools your face.

Living in spare housing the past week was hell. You barely slept. The homeless, sick, and injured all found their way to spare housing. You weren’t safe there. And you didn’t have any ration cards to your name. You had to trade one singular, perfectly clean syringe to afford four rolls of bread. It was all you could get at the time being. Everyone was fighting for work, knowing ration cards and food were low. Since you were still somewhat new to the QZ, you weren’t given privileges. You laid on a nasty, old cot for a week. Joel’s small apartment was heaven. The solitude was peaceful.

Joel was standing at the sink, water running over a cloth as he stared down at the water circling the drain. He needed to take a breath, set his anger aside, and get you to talk.

Joel wrings out the rag, loose droplets of water splattering in the sink before he sits down at his small wooden kitchen table. “C’mere.” He whispers, taking your attention away from the fan. You slowly stand up and make your way to the table under the central light in his living room, sighing softly as you slowly sink into the accompanying chair. Now in the light, he observes your injuries closer.

Without your sweatshirt on, he can see bruises and scrapes along your arms, residual blood on your knuckles and under your nails. His little fighter. He notes that your tanktop is a bit shredded, and he fears the worst.

You catch him staring and intervene. “Don’t worry. I didn’t let them get close enough to touch me like that.” You glance down at the sweaty tank top and lightly tug on the hole. “Just got this while I was running away, trying to hop a fence.”

Joel frowns and slowly works his eyes over you. “‘S not like you to get caught. You’re pretty damn fast.”

You held down a bubble of laughter as your fingers played with the fraying material of your top. “Yeah, well, they already got one or two good hits on me, so I was a little hazy.” Your words don’t settle him. They infuriate him.

He brings his attention to your face. Your eye must have been swollen at one point, but it wasn’t anymore. The puffiness had gone down, and the bruises were in their final stages of healing. You have another more prominent bruise on your cheekbone, black and blue, but it’s not broken. That’s good. The cut on your eyebrow and the matching one on your lip catches his attention. A man with a ring.

“Red hair? Crooked nose, missing a front tooth?”

You blink a few times rapidly, curious as to how the hell Joel knew the characteristics of one of your attackers.

“How did you…” You start to say until your words trail off, shaking your head in confusion.

Joel sneers lightly and brings the wet rag up to gently dab at the cut on your lip. “Not a lot of men are stupid enough to wear a ring that basically signs their name on whoever’s face they’re knocking in.” How he describes your fight makes you flinch and shift uncomfortably in your chair, evading his eye contact. “Sorry.” He mutters quietly. “His name is Chase, Jase, somethin’ stupid like that. One of Robert’s guys.” Joel’s words lightly flitter off as he shifts his attention to your lip once more.

It was still swollen and angry. You probably tried to eat with it still agitated and delayed its healing. But you know this already. You ate because you didn’t have a choice. It was that, or starve. He hated knowing you were roaming the streets in a horrible hunger, especially when he had ration cards waiting for you at home.

Your eyes twitch closed as Joel’s wet rag rinses the blood out of the cut on your lip, the old excess blood lightly trickling into your mouth. Your tastebuds catch the tang of metallic and salt. You did what you could with the medical supplies you had, but you didn’t want to waste on yourself what you could potentially sell. If you were avoiding Joel for a while, you needed to be able to make trades of your own. You did use some supplies to clean the cut on your head. You were lucky the wall you were thrown into didn’t leave you with a concussion.

Joel is still wrestling with why the hell you didn’t come home, why he had to go out and find you. Why, why, why? Why did he let you go alone? Why did the deal go south? A terrible feeling soured his stomach. Robert’s men were ruthless, they must have felt kind enough to let you live. Or it was a message to Joel from Robert. You’re next.

Joel wasn’t scared of Robert, but for them to be scared of a young woman was a mystery for the masses.

He tosses the rag down on the table and stands up. “I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em.” He grunts up, his lips snarling and his nostrils flaring in heated fury.

He storms to the kitchen and impatiently fills up a glass of water. Joel was fantasizing about plunging his thumbs into Robert’s eye sockets and squeezing until his head turned into mush. Or maybe Joel could take him to the Eastern district, throw him in the Massachusetts Bay, and hold him underwater, only bringing him up from the brink of drowning before pushing him down again. And again. And again.

Your sweet voice breaks Joel’s murderous thoughts. “Joel, I owe you the battery, and I promise I’ll find another one. Just give me a little time and-”

Joel slams the glass of water on the counter, the clatter of it echoing around the room. “Don’t care about the damn battery!” His back is to you, broad and strong shoulders heaving lightly as his head hangs low. His hands are gripping the edge of the counter. “Thought they fuckin’ kidnapped you! Or worse!”

You shift uncomfortably in your chair, your lower lip wobbling once more as he slowly starts shaking his head.

“I almost lost you, and it’s my fault.”

Your eyes soften at his words. He’s felt this way before, and he’s been haunted by the mistake ever since. His daughter, you think.

His low, southern drawl makes you focus on him once more. “Tell me why you hid. Why didn’t you come to me? We could have figured things out, for fuck’s sake!” He shouts as he turns to face you, his body falling back into the counter as he crosses his arms.

Your chest swells with heavy emotion. You stand up so fast from your chair that its sent scraping backward. “I did come here! I did! I heard you inside and I..” you pause and shake your head, still finding your voice.

“I was scared you’d be upset with me letting someone steal the battery, I was afraid you’d go after Robert and get yourself fucking-- killed, Joel! I don’t want you to die, okay? I need you!”

“And I need you!” He shouts back, lips parted with heavy breaths, both of you trying to settle with the newly shared revelation.

You both stare at each other from across the room, watching as Joel’s jaw slowly begins to click loose. He shoves himself up off the counter and closes the distance between you two. You hesitantly take a step back, and he pauses his footsteps. His eyes soften, and he looks as broken as you do.

“Please,” he pleads, gently shaking his head. “Would never hurt you, baby.” He puts his hand out, a gesture of kindness and warmth that you’d missed all week, yet you still hesitate. You almost wait too long, he’s already reeling his hand back into his side.

“Joel,” you whisper with soft relief. You eagerly take a few steps forward, ignoring his hand, and gently settle your head on his chest as you tightly squeeze your arms around his lower back. You close your eyes and melt into him, finding solace in Joel’s embrace.

Joel’s arms stay hovering in the air for a moment, lips parted as he looks down at the top of your head. He shames himself for even hesitating. He puts one hand on the side of your head and holds you to his chest, while the other settles low on your back. He breaths peacefully for the first time in a week.

You stay like that for who knows how long. He’s warm, and you feel protected. You sink into his arms, he takes on your weight. He walks you backward to the foot of his bed once more, letting you delicately fall back into the mattress. You watch with tired eyes as he unties the laces of your sneakers, one after the other. He shucks down your jeans, making you giggle.

“Joel, you don’t wanna fuck me right now, I smell like spare housing.”

The right side of his mouth twitches up as he shakes his head at you. “I know you do. ‘M takin’ you to shower.”

You sit up on your elbows as you smile a bit bashfully at him. “Good. Because I’m too sore to fool around anyway.” You whisper with a teasing smile as you grab the bottom of your tank top, peeling it up and off of your sticky skin. Joel tries not to stare. You’re not sure if he’s clocking your naked figure or the bruising around your ribs and legs.

You’d need some time to heal. Joel knows you do. While you shower, he makes you as big of a feast he can muster up with the canned goods he has in his cupboards. You try to eat the first real meal you’ve had in a week slowly, to savor the taste, but you end up shoveling your spoon into the bowl and scraping it clean.

Joel’s eyes are on you the whole time, watching you, observing you. He won’t let you out of his sight for a while, but maybe that’s what’s good for you. You meet his gaze and he speaks a silent vow. We’ll find Robert, steal the battery back, then kill him and anyone else who laid a finger on you. He nods. You nod too.

Joel’s not sure how late it is by the time you two fall into bed together. He doesn’t know how to tell you how much you mean to him, but he says it in the way he holds you. Back in his arms, he’s more alert of how sore you are from your fight. He gently cups your face, watching your eyes slowly flutter closed with long blinks. You must be so tired. And he doesn’t want to keep you awake. He’s afraid to look away, like if he lets you out of his sight, you’ll disappear again.

He speaks your name and gently stirs you awake. “Hm?” You softly murmur, bringing your hand up and gently feeling over the planes of Joel’s chest, fingers lightly grazing his chest hair.

He looks down at you for a moment, choosing his next words carefully. “Don’t run away like that again.” His words are stern before he pauses again, lightly pushing some hair behind your ear and touching you like a delicate flower. You watch him attentively. He cups your jawline and angles you to look up at him. “We’re takin’ that battery back, and we’re gettin’ the hell out of here. You hear me?”

Your heart swells at his words. We. You slowly nod in agreement. You feel Joel’s gentle kisses on your forehead and the tip of your nose. You lean up to capture his lips, but he falters by an inch. A confused expression crosses your face.

“You’re hurt.” He mutters, referring to the cut on your lip. Don’t wanna hurt ya, sweet girl.

You roll your eyes and take his face in your small hands. “Don’t care.” You whisper before you pull him in, and the two of you share a featherlight kiss. You let it last, both of you soaking it in after a week apart. A week too long.

Joel’s the first to pull away, giving you a playful little glare. The bruising on your face reminds him of the boxing movies he grew up watching. “Easy, Rocky.”

You look at him confused and cock your head. “Who?”

He rolls his eyes at you and sighs, gently running his hand down your side. “Go to sleep. I’ll teach you about Rocky one through five tomorrow. D’you at least get a few good hits on Robert or his guys?”

You hum quietly and let your eyes dip closed. “Mhm.”

“Like I taught ya?”

“Just like you taught me. Gave ‘em the ole left, right, goodnight." You bring up your fists to demonstrate. "Made Robert’s nose bleed, think I broke it.”

Your head falls into Joel’s chest, feeling it rumble with laughter and a sense of pride. “That’s my girl.”

His body shields you from the outside world. You sleep like a rock for the rest of the night. You live another day, and so does Joel. But with Joel’s promise, you know Robert’s days are numbered. You’ll be sure of it.

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mochinon-yah · 3 months

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— YOUR LOVE.

(Alhaitham x Reader)

Your love was as passionate as the golden light shining through the open windows as you and your lover both lovingly look at each other in the morning. It was like this every single day. No amount of anger, fights, and pettiness could dissolve such wondrous moment from both of your life. You loved him, and he did too. He alone believed that it was an unbreakable fact.

He also remembered how much you loved every other little things in the world. The way your eyes would shine brightly at the sight of a cat. Your cat, to be exact. You always said that its grey fur reminded you of him, even the cat's stoic-like personality was similar to him as well. It was funny, really. He never liked it when people speak nonsense, just like what you did then, but oh boy, did he fell deeper in love with you after you said that. It was truly funny. Love had always been such a foreign concept, yet he tried to learn it as best as he could. He wanted to love you as much as you do to him. But with you now gone, who will be the one to teach him?

He can't let another have a go through his heart. You were already enough. It was only you who could fill that empty abyss of a heart. Knowing that there was no way of bringing you back, he fell into a lonely road of remembrance. He missed you all too well. He missed you every time his consciousness returned after being woken up from his slumber. He missed you. Your warm embrace was now left with him only trying to gain warmth from the sun's light.

From the start of the morning till the end of the moon shining, he missed you. It was just you, you, and you in his mind.

You just loved too much, and it hurts him. The blues, the greens, the greys, and even him. He, who you said was one of the most insufferable men that you've known, was loved by such a charming person. He was loved by none other than you. So, with you now gone, he couldn't quite imagine how hard the pain would inflict itself on him. Ironically enough, it went beyond the imagined.

Maybe that was why he stayed coop up inside his house after the announcement of your death. Maybe that was why all the mirrors inside his house was thrown away into the storage room. Maybe that was why he couldn't look at himself normally anymore. He, himself, reminded him of you. The way you would always compliment his cat-like eyes, his grey hair, and his cold yet warm approach made him stayed in that particular past—not wanting to move into a future where you did not exist. He did not want to exist.

All he wanted now was to be by your side, yet that was impossible. After all, he promised you. He promised to live well, even if you were gone now.

"I tried to live as best as I could, love, but it's hard. With you gone, I feel like the whole world has stopped working too. It was all too sudden, and I was forced to try and accept it. But, I just can't. Now, I'm sitting here on our old couch, looking through the window as the light of the sun hits me once again. Yet, there's something missing. After looking around, i found the problem. It's you, my dear. You are not in my arms, and it pains me to realise that. I cannot live without you, but you made me promise that exact reality. I have to go on living in this pathetic world with you not in it. Ah... I miss you, love, and I miss your love."

- Alhaitham, your beloved.

#reli-writes #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham #al haitham #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #alhaitham fic #alhaitham angst #tbh i was only picturing the idea of someone so sad that it pains them to see their reflection on the mirror because they got reminded of #their beloved every time they see themself so in the end they just put away every mirrors in their house to stop themself from getting hurt #i don't know if this is good tho #i hope everyone likes it qwq #ah yeah #the last line is from haitham's diary #he tried writing one ever since you died #btw i did not checkt for any spelling grammar mistakes so if you do find one just go shhhh

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: swearing, major mentions of death and violence, spoilers, death of children, mental illness, mentions of previous torture.

a/n: with the hunger games resurgance, I want to continue writing for these characters. I absolutely loved this series so much, it was an innate part of my teenage years.

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🌿ESTP 🍁Slytherin 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Scorpio Sun, Aries Moon, Aries Rising

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Dance Me To The End Of Love by The Civil Wars (they featured on the song with Taylor Swift in the first movie)

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You were never reaped, and never knew the personal/immediate experience of having to kill someone. However, your oldest brother was in the Hunger Games, a few years after Johanna. So, you knew the pain of losing a loved one.

・Helping each other transition into a world where the Hunger Games no longer exists

・In a world where the Capitol doesn’t rule with an iron fist

・After the events of Coin’s death, Katniss and Peeta go to district 12 to live out their days in peace

・Johanna still plagued by the torture and trauma she endured, didn’t know what to do.

・No family, no friends, so she hid herself in the apartment that Commander Paylor gave to her (all living victors were given an apartment. But the catch was that they had to go through therapy)

・Johanna refused to go to the appointments. She was adamant that it was stupid, it wouldn’t help.

・And she drowned in her own sadness

・It took her 3 months to begrudgingly go to an appointment

・It was a group therapy session. Katniss and Peeta weren’t there as they lived in District 12 and didn’t live off of Paylor’s generosity

・It was a small group, and when Johanna looked around at the other victors, she saw herself. Hurt. Broken...the feeling of something that was taken and they could never get it back

・You were apart of the healers. Not a therapist, but a protegee underneath Ms Everdeen - yes, Katniss’ mother

・She shined in the Capitol; given the best treatment for everything she suffered

・And you were lucky enough to be her assistant.

・Learning the art of healing wasn’t easy

・But the opportunity was too good to let pass by

・Ms Everdeen was a quiet woman, but when she taught, there was a light that began to shine. With each comment, lesson, tutorial and experience - she began to glow and glow.

・But you soon learnt that bringing up either of her daughters was... bad. Her light dimmed whenever their names were mentioned; even talking about the plants was difficult for her.

・She loved Prim, her youngest who looked like her. Who never judged her, only had love in her heart for everyone. Katniss was so distant, it felt like a death

・Johanna felt safe with Ms Everdeen. It was an interesting dynamic. She somewhat... stepped into a maternal role for the young victor. A role that Johanna desperately wanted filled but would never admit

・That’s how you met Johanna; in all her hardened exterior. Someone unloved but not unlovable.

・Your relationship started off very clumsily; she saw you as another therapist - therefore an enemy.

・You didn’t take much of a liking to her either

・It was a conscious effort to be curteous

・And Ms Everdeen pushed you toward Johanna

・Call it a mother’s intuition

・And that intuition spurred a tight friendship. Johanna eased into your company (not without a fight)

・You showed her moments into your world and in response, she displayed glimpses into her own

・And then you formed a tight bond. Best friends. Always doing things together, eating, spending all your free time with her

・You even inspired her to go to the therapy appointments

・And although there were a few hiccups along the way, Johanna started to heal

・From then on she wanted to know what this new world had to offer

・ You both explored what the new Panem was, how Paylor had changed the old ways into something new. A united nation, where everyone reaped the benefits of food, shelter and safety.

・There were no games after the rebellion. Paylor made sure of that:

“We didn’t let people sacrifice their lives for a world where we go on sacrificing. We are one now. Panem will never be the same.”

・Now with a new sense of freedom, you saw a change in Johanna. You knew what it was - hope

・This newfound hope made Johanna realise that ... she could do whatever she wanted. There wasn’t a reason why she couldn’t. She had survived.

・The very next hour, she had walked right up to you and kissed you fiercely

・It wasn’t the best place to snog; right in front of Ms Everdeen, but when you pulled apart you glimpsed over at her and saw her smile

・Being with Johanna is like the like winter. Having a fire to keep yourself warm is cosy but when it gets out of hand - it will leave you with nothing but ashes.

・You moved in together, a three bedroom apartment that wasn’t too far from Ms Everdeen’s place. You both felt too guilty leaving her.

・Once there was a time that you invited Peeta and Katniss to come and stay, but Peeta wrote back that Katniss wasn’t ready.

・As a partner, Johanna is hot-headed but also playful and teasing

・She loves ruffling your feathers (never too much though, she never wants to push you away)

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Complete And Utter Badass, Rather Monstrous (Johanna) x Their Ray Of Light Who Has Them Wrapped Around Their Finger (You)

Confident & Flirty (Johanna) x Has Never Been Flirted With Before, Thinks They're Just Being Nice (You)

Snarky Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

You Make Me Want To Be A Better Person

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖

At first it was your last name. She would say it with such coldness, and unkindness. A forced tone that she used. On the outside she hated you, and yet on the inside... she had a burning passion for you. Through the progression of your relationship, you could tell how she felt about you with how she said your last name.

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆

Acts of Service and Quality Time.

Johanna hates all that sappy lovey-dovey talk, and she’s still healing with the aspect of physical touch. So the way she shows her affection is through doing things for you and spending time with you. And then she starts to do those little signs of affection; kisses on the cheek, moving hair out of your face, wiping any food from your mouth etc. PDA is pretty much a no no. But when someone tries ANYTHING with you, then she will kiss you so hard, showing that you’re hers. She’s very protective ... well possessive, over you.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 🔞minors dni!

・The first few times you had sex with Johanna, it was angry sex. The kind where you barely kiss each other, and the headboard is banging, and it doesn’t last too long. Then afterwards it’s not spoken about

・It was difficult, in all honesty. Because you felt used

・But Johanna was trying to hide a part of herself. A deeper part that she’s hidden behind a wall of imenetrable steel. A wall only she can knock down.

・So it took time -

・But in that time, you expressed your discomfort at the lack of a deeper connection

・And your relationship was put on hold for a bit until Johanna could open up to you.

・Your relationship progression made sex more and more softer, intimate, slower.

・She wasn’t so rough

・And you realised she would barely kiss you during sex. But now, with her walls down, she couldn’t stop kissing you

・Johanna’s lips were warm, but still with an edge of savagery. Nips here and there, she loves leaving marks, bruises, and hickies.

・She likes leaving them where other’s can see -

・Johanna needs people to know that you’re taken

・A big thing with her is foreplay. She loves making you whine, beg for more.

・SHE LOVES TO TEASE

・Sex toys? Yes. Vibrators, strap ons, dildos, anal beads etc. She would own the lot (and you guys keep everything in your ‘sex’ drawer)

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chycoin · 2 months

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HUGE SPOILER AHEAD!!!

Watch “TRASH FRIENDS” before reading. If you haven’t watched it and still read this, pls don’t say I didn’t warn you 🫠👍

Just watched “TRASH FRIENDS” and the thumbnail really made me think this was going to be an episode focusing on the way Mario has been treated by Smg4 and his friends (at least that’s how I see it) but I wasn’t expecting an episode about Smg3’s insecurities and fears (mostly insecurities)

I really was caught lacking because I was expecting something and I got the opposite lmao. I should be familiar with this guy’s content already and know that the only thing expected from these episodes is the unexpected xD, but anyways back to talking about the video.

In previous episodes we see that he gets a little bit of customers such as in the episode “You used to be cool” and “CEO OF RIZZ” but in this last mentioned episode he tries to advertise his café after Boopkins’s date works out in the end and so does the same in “SMG4’s NEWS.”

At first you think “Maybe he wants more than what he has” but after watching this episode you realize he’s actually struggling with his business and last weeks episode you change your view from his actions and see him as more desperate rather than greedy after watching this latest ep.

Constantly trying to get more people into his café and taking every single chance he can see to advertise no matter the place or time, like life depends on it.

And talking about chances ._.xD

(This goober losing the video to a basketball, I’m dead😭)

Smg4 comes to this guy’s café for his help to get his “Michael Jordan Endorsement Video” back because boi lost it and he wants Smg3’s help because their “FRIENDS”

Of course Smg3 saw this as a chance to advertise his café because HOLY SHIT MICHAEL JORDAD!!! A famous basketball player that anyone would want to have the chance to meet and that’s a chance that Smg3 is willing to take because it means his business would BLOW UP *someone throws them a chair*

Btw when Mario shows up to offer his help, I expected Smg4 to be more happy that he has his avatar buddy always trying to help him but instead…

Don’t get me wrong, I know they got a little weirded out about the fact that Mario is a regular around the Junkyard due to him eating at that location but still, that dialogue still sort of hurt me man qwp

But anyways back to my review of this episode and giving my acoustic povs that nobody asked for.

They arrive at the junkyard and after being there for 5 seconds, they find the legendary pokemon that goes by the name of “Michael Jordan Endorsement Video” (sorry for my weak ass jokes, I just woke up and my humor is a little broken rn)

After having the video on sight, Mario pulls a Yoshi and beats the crap out of the spaghetti plate where the video so happened to land on, in one go. Obviously, causing the other two to try and force the USB out of him but both failed as Mario did a BLJ through the trash and forcing 3 & 4 to dig through everything to find him.

Now… the part I was dying to talk about and hopefully I can let out my thoughts the proper way.

As the two spend an entire evening just digging through trash, they start a friendly conversation until Smg4 touches the Smg3’s CnB topic which causes Smg3 to get nervous and lie about everything being fine because he has something that every human being has unfortunately, ✨I N S E C U R I T I E S✨.

Which I understand because bruh, 3’s been seen as a bad copy of 4 who’s the total opposite of him for a good piece of his life, if not his ENTIRE existence and now that’s he’s going through a change in his life for the better, he’s going to face a lot of these insecurity episodes because he’s so used to being seen as the bad guy, the bad copy, The Villain. Always people seeing what 4 does and never looking what 3 does which got him into that dark path.

Is like the Sun and the Moon kind of thing. The Sun (Smg4) can shine the brightest while the moon (Smg3) is just a floating rock shining the least. I’ll bring this up again at the end of the review.

But yeah, Smg3 has insecurities and is more shown when they reach the entrance of Mario’s hiding spot.

-Part 2 🫠👍-

#smg4 #smg4 review #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #I wasn’t planning for this to be a 2 part thing

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sakura-scum · 20 days

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island in the sun ☼

✧ hip hip ✧

✿ summary: CHARACTER ANALYSIS || Megumi Fushiguro is a teenager burdened with the stressors of the Jujutsu world. Quick to adapt a suicidal mentality, Fushiguro plans to seal his own fate. One day, something makes him rethink this ideology. Can an external light help reveal the light that shines from within? Inspired by Megumi's theme song appointed by Gege: Island in the Sun by Weezer! ☆

✿ w/c: ~3.6k

✿ warning: JJK S2 Shibuya Incident Spoilers! Graphic depictions of blood + scars, lots of mentions/discussions abt su!c!de

✿ a/n: in honor of the solar eclipse, i wanted to do a little sun/moon trope, ehehe~

i feel like megumi's character often gets overshadowed by gojo, itadori, or even geto by comparison. he deserved his own little spotlight and this weezer song has been on loop for me lately so i felt inspired to write this little bit. a little longer than what i usually write lol. hope u enjoy ♥︎

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I’ve always loathed summertime.

From as early as I could remember.

I was four years old that wretched summer. The quaint apartment where Tsumiki and I stayed was uncomfortably hot. The air was thick and humid; it felt like an oven. The relentless heat oppressed us, making every breath a strained struggle. Our feeble fan, barely functional, merely stirred the stifling air around. Yet, Tsumiki claimed it as her own, propping herself up on our shared twin-sized mattress. She’d sit in front of the fan like a princess, desperately grasping for the slight relief it offered. She claimed she needed it more than I did… something about her being older than me or whatever… I don’t know. I sat to the side as I watched her, renounced to the floor. Even though beads of sweat rolled down both our faces, I complied, my parched lips unable to voice my protest. I finished the last of the cold water, my last drop of hope from the insufferable heat.

I hated it.

Ever since that day that man-child, Gojo, introduced me to the concept of tanning.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I spotted Gojo sprawled out on a beach chair in the backyard. “It’s hot, don’t you want to go inside?”

“Nah,” he’d reply nonchalantly, rolling over to expose his backside to the sun. “I’d tan.”

“What?”

The white-haired man chuckled. “I’m *tanning*. Y’know, sunbathing? That thing that gives your skin that golden complexion so you don’t look as white as snow.” Gojo’s skin practically glimmered under the scorching sun. It was as if he was born to be in the limelight. Which, let’s be honest, he probably was.

“Oh,” I muttered, uninterested. At the young age of seven years old, I couldn’t care less about my appearance. Why start worrying now?

“Why don’t you come to join me, ‘Gumi~?” he’d tease, knowing full well I had no interest. I couldn’t tan if I tried. I always burned. What’s it like to bask in the spotlight, I wondered.

“I’m good,” I’d grumble, heading back inside. Cool, shaded, and away from the glaring sun. Always on the sidelines, that’s where I belonged, right?

“Live a little, touch some grass for once,” Gojo would encourage me. It’s like he didn’t understand. Of course, he didn’t. How could he? He was crafted from stardust and moonbeams; the golden child. Handcrafted by some divine entity, if such a thing existed. Hell– he might just be God incarnate. Or at least he thinks so.

It’s moments like these, that I ponder how Suguru Geto must’ve felt.

Oh, to be taken under the wing of an underdog.

But no.

Summer was the bane of my existence.

I was always the last pick in kickball or any kind of sport. My athletic abilities were mediocre at best. Rumor had it that my biological father possessed some sort of absurd physical strength. Why couldn’t I be gifted like that?

In airing my frustrations about my athletic abilities, I was always met with the same comment from Gojo. “Well ‘Gumi, sometimes other people’s curses are others' blessings,” he would say as he ruffled my hair. I couldn’t shake the feeling he was talking about becoming my guardian, even though he never said it explicitly. On the other hand, what was made crystal clear was Gojo’s disdain for my father, for reasons unknown to me. He always neglected to tell me any details about him, leaving me to wonder if his feelings towards my father stemmed from having to care for us at such a young age.

Summertime reminds me of my father. How he abandoned us. How he left us all alone in that sweltering apartment. How he entrusted me to the care at the hands of some kid. Everyone always reassured me that being sent to the Zenin clan was worse, but how could it be worse than this? Maybe they would’ve made me strong.

After that summer, Gojo made sure to devote extra time to my sorcerer training. It marked the beginning of a turning point in my youth as I delved deeper into the realm of Jujutsu.

Ten shadows dance in the twilight, silent guardians of unseen realms. Shikigami; conjured spirits from nine letters, veiled in mystery’s shroud. Eight Handled Sword General, the beast I yearned to summon— a lasting legacy, a testament to Fushiguro, the name that ate me alive. It became my identity sevenfold yet, I could only claim a sixth of what truly belonged to me. What even was mine? I train rigorously, five days a week, no rest between, remembering who I fight for… “Deep breath,” Gojo’s advice echoes in my head. “Start on the count of three, take the plunge, and never second guess yourself…”

But the countdown halts before it reaches one. The crescendo never arrives.

“WITH THIS DIVINE TREASURE I SUMMON–”

One. Not even one single victory for me.

I trained under the strongest sorcerer alive, yet I couldn’t even manage to go on one successful mission without being a complete failure.

What was the point anymore? Did anything even matter?

No sorcerer in history had ever tamed the general. How the hell was I supposed to be the one to tame Mahoraga? There's no way. It seemed impossible. I’d meet my end swiftly, a pathetic demise. Certainly, this technique would be a last resort, a futile attempt to take my assailant while sealing my own fate in the process. Would there be significance in dying like that? Was it all meaningless? Careless? Reckless?

That’s when it occurred to me.

Maybe my death could be a statement— a testimony to my life; a reclamation of my identity. I would die a hero. I would dedicate my life to it, proving to everyone that I am capable of committing and sacrificing for a noble cause; that I'm not just a burden or a failure. I never shared my plan with anyone; it remained tucked away in the recesses of my mind, a sacred treasure awaiting its moment. Swing and ring, the final act of defiance…

The concept of death had once inspired me like a dog inspires a rabbit. But that resolve was fleeting.

I remember it vividly– the summer when I was 12 years old. I happened to stumble across the song “Island in the Sun”. It played on the radio during a muggy afternoon as Gojo, Tsumiki, and I drove to a beach in Okinawa. Tsumiki seemed overjoyed to get out, while I couldn’t care less. As a child, times like this would excite me, even despite my hatred of summer, however, as I got older, my enthusiasm faded. As the song played on the radio, Gojo hummed along much to my annoyance. Tapping his index finger on the dashboard to the beat of the song, he began to mumble the lyrics.

"When you're on a holiday

You can't find the words to say

All the things that come to you

And I wanna feel it too"

‘Feel what?’ I wondered. By then, everything already felt so numb. That was the summer I stopped caring. I couldn't care if I even tried. In my mind, my fate was predetermined. As a sorcerer, I would sacrifice myself for a noble cause, whatever it may be. Death no longer felt like something I had to run from, like a looming cloud of uncertainty. Instead, it felt like something I started to embrace, a one-way shot to confirming my own end. I thought about it frequently. Surely, that held some significance, right?

At first, the song annoyed me. It would always loop in my mind, and I could never decipher this feeling the singer sought to convey. The thought of a blissful paradise as an escapade sounded like an unobtainable fantasy. Still, the yearning to experience said sensations, or feel anything for that matter, lingered inside of me. No matter how many beaches I visited, that elusive ‘feeling’ never found its way to me; it always seemed out of reach. Driven by relentless curiosity, I found myself repeatedly listening to the song, hoping to remedy my situation. I hate to admit it, but I developed a bit of a fondness for the song.

Yet, as the years slipped away, that summer afternoon faded into memory.. Three years later, the echoes of "Island in the Sun" lingered faintly, but they were soon drowned out by the clamor of new challenges and experiences. The biggest challenge of my life to date was in Shibuya.

Several hours before I set foot in the city, I found myself waiting outside a conference hall alongside my classmates, Itadori and Kugisaki. Annoyance gnawed at me as it became apparent that neither Kugisaki nor Itadori took the warnings from our elders seriously. This was a crucial mission, one fraught with peril, yet they treated it with casual indifference, passing the time with a game of tic-tac-toe while we waited.

Eventually, the pair grew tired of their countless games and resorted to casual conversation until the meeting was dismissed. I must’ve been preoccupied, thinking about the mission or something, as I shuddered when Itadori placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey,” he says suddenly, his voice breaking through my thoughts. “Everything will be alright. Let’s just do our best out there, ‘kay?”

Perhaps I was showing more emotion than I realized, but Itadori seemed to see right through me. He always knew what to say. However, couldn't allow myself to show well he was able to console me. Maintaining a tough exterior felt crucial. I’ve been let down too many times from a young age. There was no room for outsiders in my mind, just me and Tsumiki till the end. She was the only one I could truly trust.

“‘Course,” I replied, mustering a semblance of confidence. “I’m not going out there to half-ass things. Besides, Gojo will be there so everything’s fine. We’re just backup.”

“Right,” Itadori responded with a nod. He gave my back a firm pat before flashing his signature grin. Seeing him smile reassured me that maybe, just maybe, everything would turn out alright.

. . .

Everything did not turn out alright. Gojo was promptly sealed, and we, the backup, were thrust into the forefront of battle. After emerging victorious in an initial battle with Itadori, the chaos only escalated as the night wore on.

Itadori and I split up to better help our comrades. In my attempts to save them, I found myself in need of rescue, saved by a stranger who effortlessly overpowered me. I felt utterly pathetic, convinced my end was near.

As the night proceeded, the events that unraveled became more chaotic by the minute. I had tried to save my peers and ended up getting rescued by a stranger. The very same man proceeded to wipe the floor with me without breaking a sweat. I felt pathetic. I thought I was finished. Suddenly, he asked, “Hey you, what’s your name?”

“Fushiguro.”

“You mean your last name is not Zen’in?”

He held up his weapon, swiftly impaling himself in the head before me.

“That makes me glad,” were his final words before he collapsed at my feet.

I owed my life to someone’s suicide. Over something as insignificant as my name? As if that name hadn’t already burdened me enough. Although I survived, that encounter only deepened my despair. I couldn’t shake the feeling that my fate mirrored his– if I wasn’t killed tonight, I was destined for a similar end.

After witnessing one tragedy after another, I felt utterly drained. And now, just when I’m at my breaking point, some fool with a ponytail decides to pick a fight. My mind is still reeling from the encounter with the man who took his own life. I have no fight left in me; he caught me when I was at my weakest.

Unless…

I’ve attempted this countless times before, but there was always someone to intervene to save me. But not tonight. Tonight, it’s just me.

I have to play my trump card. This is the night I finally sealed my fate. I couldn’t care less about my opponent’s strengths or weaknesses. This is my moment. My last resort.

My moment had arrived.

"On an island in the sun

We'll be playing and having fun

And it makes me feel so fine

I can't control my brain"

It was absurd. Why now? Why did this stupid song have to worm its way into my head?

"With this divine treasure, I summon, Eight-Handled Sword, Divergent Sila, Divine General Mahoraga!"

I had finally done it.

‘I'm sorry, Itadori,’ was the last thought that crossed my mind. The melody of that cursed song faded into a distant echo just before I lost consciousness.

. . .

Did I black out, or had the world become brighter than ever? Sunlight blurred my vision, and I could hear the distant waves crash onto the shore. Birds chirped in a serene chorus and a gentle breeze carried warmth through the air. I woke up in paradise.

Warm honey-colored eyes met mine. I squint as I cover my eyes from the distant sun rays to get a better look. “Fushiguro! Are you alright?” With his pink hair slicked back, a goofy grin spread across his face, and a warm tan gracing his skin, Itadori extended his hand out to me. “You took a pretty hard fall there,” he said, barely containing his laughter.

I looked to my left to find Kugisaki, a guilty expression written all over her face. “My god,” she exclaimed, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “Don’t scare me like that, I thought I killed you!”

Itadori let out a hearty chuckle. “Kugisaki went a bit overboard with the spike and nailed you,” he explained, amusement evident in his voice. “No pun intended.”

Disoriented and confused, I scanned my surroundings. Didn’t I just die?. “Where are we?” I blurt out. Could this be the afterlife? Did Itadori and Kugisaki die in Shibuya too? No, this scene was too familiar, too tangible to be heaven. It was almost like a distant memory.

“The beach, dude,” Itadori replied, shaking his head as he helped me up with a strong hand. “Dammit, Kugisaki, you gave Fushiguro brain damage!”

“I did not!” Kugisaki protested. “He’s just disoriented. Give him a minute!”

Warm sand cushioned my feet, a limitless ocean stretched out underneath a cerulean sky. I look up and see a tall net, wavering in the salty air with each pull of the tide. I was standing on a beach volleyball court, wearing swim trunks and all. I was in the midst of a tropical getaway.

“When you're on a golden sea

You don't need no memory

Just a place to call your own

As we drift into the zone”

The lyrics of the song resurfaced, echoing in the back of my mind.

I’m taken out of my daydream by two large hands cupping my face. “Dude,” Itadori’s voice broke through, bringing me back to reality. Was this reality? “Oh man, Kugisaki, he’s totally out of it!”

For a moment, I melt into Itadori’s palms, a sense of calm washing over me. Maybe I did take a hard fall. Snapping back to my senses, I slap away Itadori’s hands from my face. “You idiot, I’m fine,” I grumble.

Itadori’s expression turned blank before he burst into laughter. “Oh, no, he’s definitely fine! Never mind~!” he called out to Kuigisaki. Then, he turns to me with a warm and sincere smile. “I thought we lost ya there.”

Warmth graces my cheeks, and I feel gradually flustered. My heart fluttered, and I felt the urge to melt in a puddle all over again, wanting to return his soft look. Instead, I rolled my eyes and turned away, walking myself to the sidelines to get some water.

For once, the sun was beating down on my back, its warmth pleasant and balmy. Similar to the flush on my cheeks, I wasn’t hating the heat for once, it actually felt… nice? Despite that, I found myself on the sidelines yet again.

Despite my current position, I felt my lips curl into a faint smile, relishing the rare enjoyment of the Summer atmosphere. The laughter of my friends filled my ears as I leaned back, warm sand beneath my palms, grounding me as I observed their lively game of volleyball. Itadori soared into the air for a powerful spike, momentarily blocking the sun. SLAM! The ball hits out of bounds, tumbling toward the ocean, and Kugisaki runs over to retrieve it.

Meanwhile, Itadori approaches me once more, extending his hand.

“C’mon Fushiguro,” he encourages me. “You gonna play or what?”

I shake my head. “Go on without me, I’ll be fine.” I open my water bottle and take a sip. The water is thick and putridly warm. Itadori pouts at my answer, shaking his head. “You’re playing,” he decides for me. He reaches down for my hand and drags me onto the court. Instead of letting go, he pauses for a moment, allowing our fingers to intertwine. His palms felt warm and inviting, safe and secure. He turned his head towards me, radiating warmth that seemed to glow underneath the sun, as he flashed the brightest smile I had ever seen.

I look down and suddenly notice our position of holding hands. I feel a blush return to my cheeks once more, but I don’t fight Itadori’s gesture. Instead, I avert my gaze, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Something the matter, Fushiguro?” Itadori asked, genuine concern laced in his question.

I shake my head. “No.”

Nothing was wrong. I felt… content.

It was like that one part in the song. My favorite part, actually:

“We'll run away together

We'll spend some time forever

We'll never feel bad anymore”

I look down at our intertwined hands once more, admiring the stark contrast between Itadori’s hands and mine. His were larger, calloused, and adorned with various scars that spoke of untold tales of hardship and battles fought. It was like studying a map of various trials and tribulations. I found myself drawn to these marks, wondering about the stories behind each one. What did they signify? When did they appear? I never remembered him having so many scars on his hands before, though. Maybe it’s because I never bothered to look… but something felt off.

As I continued to gaze, a sense of unease crept over me. It’s as if his hand was undergoing some sort of twisted transformation. The scars, once healed and faded, began to take on a form of livelihood, twisting and contorting into grotesque shapes. Suddenly, they erupted into fresh wounds, skin tearing at the seams, oozing blood that pooled around our intertwined fingers.

I watched as the crimson liquid stained our hands in a horrific display. Sounds of malicious laughter echoed faintly in the background, sending shivers down my spine.

“Fushiguro?” Itadori's voice broke through, pulling me back to reality. His question was posed as if nothing was wrong. As if I was the one seeing things. Despite hearing his voice, I couldn't shake off the horror that gripped me.

I wanted to look up, to find solace in his smiling face, to feel that familiar warmth in my chest. Yet, I couldn't tear my gaze away from his bleeding hands. The sight alone sent chills down my spine. I wanted to let go, to escape from this dream-turned-nightmare, but something held me back, like an invisible force chaining me to him.

“Fushiguro?” Itadori's voice sounded strained now, laced with concern. He called out my name again, each utterance heavier with urgency.

“FUSHIGURO?!” His voice escalated to a scream that reverberated through my mind, drowning out the unsettling laughter that continued to echo around us.

A dark ominous presence enveloped us. I felt shaken to my core. As my breathing escalated with panic, red pooled into my eyes as my surroundings gradually faded out.

. . .

My eyes are hazy when they open, greeted by a world spinning in disarray. A pounding headache pulses through my skull, matched by a sharp, stabbing pain in my side. The ringing in my ears persists, Itadori's desperate shouts echoing relentlessly in my mind. I detect the faint scent of cigarette smoke, mingling with the metallic tang of blood that stains my face. Yet, strangely, there's no trace of blood around me.

I find myself sitting alone on a dimly lit streetside, faint illumination barely casting shadows around me. My gaze drifts upward, drawn to the imposing silhouette of a sky bridge above. In the distance, I can make out the faint figures of Shoko and Yaga, their presence a distant comfort amid bustling chaos.

I'm alive.

The realization washes over me like a tidal wave; relief with a gnawing sense of unease. Perhaps, deep down, I never truly wanted to die. The concept of mortality now looms over me with newfound weight, casting doubt on the meaning I once held about my fate. Maybe I didn’t want to die just yet.

With weary eyes, I shift my gaze upward to the night sky, where the moon hangs alone amongst drifting clouds. A cool breeze sweeps through, stealing what little warmth remains. When did it become so cold? The moon's soft glow casts over the desolate ruins of what is now Shibuya, illuminating the remnants of a city once surging with life.

I squint, trying to keep myself awake. I focus on calming myself down by studying the moon. As I do so, my breath steadies, and I’m met with another realization: the moon owes its luminance to the light of the sun. Suddenly, only one thought encapsulates my mind: where is my sunshine now?

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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Fluff Alphabet Paul

warning : pure fluff, some darker themes, angst, lots of cuddling, it's getting sweet and fluffy under the cut

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A = Adoration (How does they treat you?)

°Ever since he saw your smile and the moon shining on you, Paul has been fascinated by you. He loves you with all his heart, you are the most important thing for him next to his brothers. He adores you, adores your whole being and is grateful to every creature that you exist.

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B = Best friends (What would they be like as best friends? How would the friendship start?)

°Your friendship starts with his good sense of smell. You see in the shadows of the night behind the candyfloss stand you leaned against the railing and brought the joint of your own mixture to your lips. You were taking in the drug when you suddenly saw someone next to you. A good-looking blond man whose look was full of joy. ,,Hey, can I have a go?" he asked, and that was the moment when your two became best friends.

°You two really are the best of friends. Especially when it comes to racing each other every night. Playing tricks on each other, using the funfair or trying out the latest weed mixes and not getting caught by the police. But after an exciting race, when you both sat down in the cool sand, he looked over at you. Saw the glowing joint as you took the train away. Besides the need to take the drug, he felt something else inside him. It was feelings deeper than friendship...it was love.

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C = Cuddling (do they like cuddling? How do they cuddle?)

°Paul is the best cuddler there is. Out of all four vampires he is the one who could just hold you all the time if he could. He just loves to wrap his arms around you and give you a big hug.

°Everywhere. No matter when. No matter how. Paul loves all cuddles. When he or you hug from behind on the motorbike, when you give him a reassuring hug before he went to sleep. After a feast to come down from the adrenaline rush. A long joking one when you're high. It's all right for him.

°,,Come here, I just want to cuddle you".

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D = Domestic (how would they settle? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

°Paul honestly doesn't care where he lives or sleeps. But like Dwayne, he has sworn allegiance to David. As long as he has you with him and his brothers, he really doesn't care where he lives. With his brothers and you, his love, he has everything he needs. But like the others he would not hesitate to use hypnosis as a last resort if you do not give up the idea of leaving with him.

°,,You are all my home"

°He and Marko are the two with the most stuffed corners. From blankets, pillows, joints and random parts he found. Paul will have everything in his corner. What he would call creative chaos. He would also be a bit reluctant to tidy up, but if you asked him nicely I think he would do it. Whether neatly is the other question.

°As for making dinner. A big no. He needs to learn that blood, fried noodles and grass are not staple foods, much to his chagrin. So be prepared for a lot of training, retraining and patience when you teach him that there is even such a thing as a food pyramid. Which seemed to blow his mind.

°,,Wait, that's a system...oh man."

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E = Ending (how would they break up with their partner if they had to?)

°If he would break up with you like the others because of danger or other dangerous things. He would be one of the hardest hit, like Dwayne, he would change. But until then he would do everything to keep you safe. Begging you to stay but hypnotising you at the same time. He hadn't been this torn in a long time.

°,,Just stay with me"

°Paul is vengeful, even worse than Marko, who is in a different category. When you get wounded or even leave him because you can't stand all the dead and blood. He would never let go of his sun. Never. He would rather bind her to him eternally with hypnosis or in a moment of breaking dig his teeth into her neck and suck up everything he could from her. That way she would stay with him forever. She would have no choice.

°,,So we are together forever"

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F = Fiance(e) (how do they feel about agreement? How soon would they want to marry?

°Paul is a complete free spirit about it, he doesn't care if he gets married or not. He doesn't care if you give each other rings or guitars. He doesn't care as long as he has you by his side forever. But if you want to get married on the same night, the bells will ring.

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G = Gentle (how gentle are they mentally and physically?)

°Mentally, Paul is the most alert and excited. Thousands of thoughts go through his head when he's not high. But he loves to listen to you and tell you things. He will lie on his stomach patiently listening and move his legs back and forth like a schoolgirl in love. Or he will tell you something and gesticulate wildly as he goes from one place to another.

°,,Your voice is music to me"

°Physically he is like a cuddly toy. As I said before, he loves to hold you close to him, to have you with him and to hold you. Whether you are happy, sad, angry or whatever, one hug from Paul and everything is fine again. He just loves to have physical contact. As soon as his arms wrap around you it's over. He won't let you go anytime soon.

°,,A little longer you're so comfortable right now"

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H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How are their hugs?)

°The best hugger and lover of them. Paul. He never misses a chance to not put his arms around you or let you hug him. He just loves to be able to hug you, kiss you and put his head on your shoulder. He loves hugs whether they are just giving or receiving. It's something besides drinking blood that he probably couldn't live without.

°Any way you want it, just pick one. From hanging overhead and hugging, to hugs where you try to pick him up. Everything is inside for him. Whether short or long, intense or gentle, he is open to everything. But he likes it best when he lies on top of you and can lay his head on your chest or upper body. He loves to listen to your heartbeat. It's almost like a melody to fall asleep to.

°,,You don't know what beautiful sounds your heart makes".

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I = I love you (how quickly would they say it?)

°Directly on your first date. He wouldn't even have to think. He knows that he loved you, that you could make his non-beating heart beat. With all he could give you, he loves you. You're his sun in his fucking dead there.

°After that he will always say it over and over again. So often that the others roll their eyes in annoyance when they hear it. But he just has to tell you, he loves you too much for that. Wants to tell you so much more. You are simply the best for him.

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J = Jealousy (how quickly are they jealous? What do they do when they are jealous)

°Not too much he knows that you belong to them and to him. He knows he has nothing to worry about. You knew what you had to say to shake off your tempter in the normal way. But when words and gestures weren't enough, the unmistakable smell of grass would waft around you before Paul would show up and try to control things with spells if not. He was never ashamed of an audience watching him make out. Maybe he's got a bit of a thing for it.

°,,Let's give them a show what do you say?"

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K = Kisses (how are their kisses? where do they love to kiss you?)

°Your first kiss with him was stormy and yet something that almost made you laugh. In a moment when you were high, he had too much desire for you and you finally gave in, you kissed. After that, no one could stop you. Paul, who was always open to anything as far as intimacy was concerned, kissed you as often as he could from then on.

°Everywhere. Really everywhere. He loves everything on your body so why not kiss everything. Kiss you, suck your skin a little underneath and leave hickeys. Maybe suck a little of your blood to get punished? Paul just loves to kiss you all over and praise you for how good you are for him.

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L = Little ones (how are they with kids?)

°He would be pretty good with kids almost as good as Dwayne. He would entertain the kids all the time, whether it was with jokes, fantastic stories, or crafts. I think he would just get a little overwhelmed if a whole pack of kids came rushing at him. The only thing he should leave out is the drug, for many reasons.

°,,Uncle Paul is here and he has new toys".

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M = Morning (How do they spend their morning?)

°He is someone who takes a long time in the morning, I imagine. So if you slept with the boys during the day and woke up with them at night, he would take a long time. He would fly down from the ceiling to you and promptly just lie on top of you and instantly go back to sleep. He would snuggle up to you and be happy to have you. At the latest until Marko would pull the blanket away from you or turn your hammock around so that you would fall to the ground. But even after that he would need a little while until he was completely there, but with your helping words he would make an effort to be fully there.

°,,Yes...five more minutes...please."

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N = Night (how are nights spent with you?)

°Besides the typical things all five of you do together, you'll be high with Paul almost all the time. You'll ride your motorbike high, he'll hold you in his arms and fly around laughing high. He builds you your joints, not quite so high yet. But besides the drug use he loves to talk to you, to build things and to play pranks or jokes and to talk.

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O = Open ( how quickly would they open)

°He would tell you anything whether you were high, at night, mumbling in your sleep or cuddling on the couch. He probably wouldn't stop telling you everything and at some point you could only nod. But when it comes to more personal things, I think he would need a minute to collect himself. To get comfortable and let the joint go.

°,,I...want to tell you about my past."

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P = Patience (how quickly do they get angry?)

°It would take longer for him to get really angry. Because he tries to cover everything up with jokes and comments. He would get sad and angry much quicker if someone smoked his weed stash again. But when he finds out that you or one of the three others is injured or even dead. Revenge. He would be vengeful and almost possessed to avenge the person until it was done. If you were to dissuade him, not understand him or stand in his way in his eyes. He would shout at you from a moment of past helplessness or become louder.

°,,Get out of the way! You must pay for this!"

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Q = Quizzes (how much would they know or remember about you?)

°He would rather lie and guess than admit he knew nothing. He could tell them all your favourite weed, what you like to eat when you're high, but any other questions. Have fun guessing.

°Paul : Runs away and rather than admit he doesn't know

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R = Remember (what is your favourite moment in your relationship?)

°His favourite moment that he will remember for eternity. It was a pretty good night so far, he came back from the hunt with the others, his hunger satisfied for the moment. When he and the others heard music. It was not unusual that you listened to music to make the waiting a little easier while you were doing something. But something seemed different. Instead of the quieter music that you also turned on to relax. Only faster music sounded, more technical, more modern with more beats. He saw that the others also seemed interested before they got over the last metres and were with you again. But what he saw left him speechless, literally speechless. The light of the mind shone on you perfectly, you danced around on the fountain, moved your body so beautifully that he felt his desire come back. That his love for you was only greater. How the smoke of the joint came out from between your lips before you walked up to him and blew the smoke in his face. When the smoke had cleared, a wide, stupidly amorous smile slowly spread across his lips. My beautiful sexy bat" he purred before he pulled you to him and kissed you deeply.

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S = safety (how protective are they? How would they protect you?)

°He wouldn't be too protective because he knows you can defend yourself with words and also with fists. But if you couldn't defend yourself, don't worry, held Paul is here to help you. Joking aside he would be the proud observer with praising comments to you.

°In a situation where you couldn't defend yourself, you'd be told that Paul was putting up a good front. He would give you a reassuring chat and tell you that everything would be all right. Take you back to the cave or home. If necessary, like the others, with hypnosis. But if you ask him the next night how he got the same jacket as the guy yesterday, he will just smile and whistle.

°,,I...found this ?"

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T = Try (how much would they invest in dates, anniversaries, gifts etc?)

°Small gestures and gifts Paul would build artwork for you out of any fabric. A metal figurine is fine, a barrette out of small animal bones is no problem. His creativity is limitless.

°For anniversaries or other things I think he would give you handicraft instructions and nights together where you would laugh and joke and build them. But whether you get them done or find yourselves in bed is of course another matter.

°,,Hey, how was it? Wasn't I good?"

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U = Ugly (what would be a bad habit of theirs?)

°One thing that you and the others would occasionally get an eye roll out of was when he was overly clingy and too excited. Don't get me wrong, they all love Paul for who he was. But in stressful moments when the boys had to rush home because of the sun. When you have your days and you just want the pain to stop. Sometimes he can just come across as a bit inappropriate. But you can't stay mad at the dog's eyes for long.

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V = Vanity (how much do they care about their appearance?)

°Paul is moody when it comes to that. You see, he knows he's handsome, irresistible and can lure his victims with his charm. But I think he'd go all whimsical with his looks. He would look for his clothes scattered all over the cave. But he knows that whatever he wears will always look good. A little wondrously cute bat.

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

°Yes, the usually so joyful, excited and cuddly Paul would go to pieces just like Dwayne. You were his sun. His bright sunlight that was better than day. He would become an unrecognisable shell, sad, quiet and introverted. But in the worst moments the others would have to be careful that he didn't go out in the daytime.

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X = Xtra (a random headcanon for them)

°Paul loves to look in risky containers for new accessories, clothes and other things. He would always ask you to come along. Knowing that David and Dwayne would say no. Since even Marko only came along from time to time when he was looking for patches for his jacket. But you soon found out that a round of swimming in the container is actually really fun together with Paul who had a big smile on his face.

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Y = Yuck (what is something they wouldn't like about their partner?)

°He would get more than annoyed if you smoked his entire stash of weed during the day when he was defenceless. Insecurity would get the better of him if you didn't hug him back even once. It would almost tear him apart and he would spend days feverishly searching for an answer and a reason. They may be small things, but for Paul they were personally important. Be prepared for an annoyed, grumbling Paul.

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Z = Zzz (what is a sleeping habit of theirs?)

°Besides the almost obvious cuddling, the way he pressed himself against you and enjoyed touching your warm body. Is he incredibly cute when he mumbled to himself. From small indecisive words to whole sentences. almost as if he was revealing his experiences of the day and night to you and the others. a sweet sight.

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crazyforteyam · 11 months

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My True Love (last part) - Decision

i'll be loving you forever, even if you took my heart, and tore it apart, i would love you still, forever.

pairing : triangle love between Neteyam, f! Omaticaya reader, and Va'ru (my OC)

summary : with a help from Eywa, Y/N finally make a decision in her love life.

notes : This fic takes place 20 years after Avatar 1 & events in ATWOW don't exist + reader is Kaa’ni & Saeyla's daughter (they r hunter trainees under Tsutey and go with Jake in his Iknimaya on Avatar 1)

This afternoon, the sky in Pandora looks beautiful. The sun is shining brightly, its glow entering between the leaves of the trees. The moon's reflection filled almost half of the sky, the wind blew lightly, and the forest creatures seemed to wander peacefully.

However, all that beauty seems to be in contrast to what Neteyam feels in his heart, where today is the day when he will take you to meet Va'ru, your lost lover.

Neteyam standing in front of the marui. He was already wearing all the equipment for a long ride, including his leg and arm armor, cummerbund, and also his leather cape. His toes tap the ground nervously, hiding his restless mood inside. He closes his eyes and tries to calm himself.

You’re doing the right thing, Neteyam. His inner voice tried to encourage himself, although deep down, he knew this was highly unusual. What kind of man would willingly give up his fiancée to give her away to another man? He would love to hold you tight right now and never let you go, but how could he do that if it wasn't his name that was written inside of your heart? On the other hand, now Neteyam’s feeling for you is already entangled too deep like a trench of his affections for you. The bond is too strong within himself, even he is unable to escape from it.

There is no other choice left for Neteyam. Your happiness is his priority, even if it means destroying his own.

He smiles bitterly, trying to accept the path the Great Mother has given him. Trying to be optimistic even though his path seems like a painful one. Her grandmother, Mo'at once said that there is always a beauty waiting after the storm. Perhaps Eywa had another destiny for him? Minutes passed in silence, until he heard your voice calling him slowly from inside the marui.

Neteyam turns his head around, and sees you stepping outside the marui.

Your figure slowly appeared. Your dark complexion contrasts with the bright sun, making your ivory pattern stand out and glows like pearls. You wear a beautiful top that is decorated with flowers. Your forehead is adorned with a headpiece connected with colored feathers that dangle on the left side of your face. Your long black hair is loose in waves without braids, and sways gently with every step you take.

According to the plan, you’re going to meet Va'ru and mate with him this afternoon. So, you decided to dress like Na'vi women who are about to mate, wearing all the best ornaments you have. You look so gorgeous, so divine, just like the Great Mother herself.

Seeing you in this form, seeing you look so beautiful, makes Neteyam want to cry. But then he felt a deep ache in his chest. Pain, and bitterness. All this beauty, is not for him. You made yourself so beautiful just for Va'ru, not for him.

You look very beautiful, Y/N. Neteyam praised you in his heart. He wanted to say it, but the words that came out of his mouth were different.

"Okay, Y/N. Let's go now, when the weather is still nice," Neteyam then walked slowly to his ikran, but he realized something as his fingers then touched his forehead.

"Wait, I forgot to use my ikran visor," he grins shyly. Neteyam then walks toward the marui, but you raise your arm in front of him.

“Let me take it for you,” you smile at him. He lifts his eyebrow in curiosity, but he finally nods.

You take his visor from the table and then walk towards him. Neteyam say thanks and his hands stretched forward wanting to take his visor. But you are faster, both your hands lifted upward facing his face, and putting the visor on his forehead.

What is she doing? The thought came to Neteyam's mind. When you put the visor on his forehead, you both look at each other. Silence fell as Neteyam's eyes gazed into your beautiful golden eyes, framed with delicate lashes within your dark blue face that glistened in the sunlight.

Those eyes, which had always been Neteyam's weakness. He couldn't count the number of times he had inadvertently spent immersed in the beauty of your eyes, savoring every second when your eyes met his gaze. Your eyes always look radiant, like the endless beauty of the blue sky. They never lie, always reflecting what your soul is feeling. And for some reason he couldn’t figure out why, Neteyam feels that your eyes look at him in a different way today.

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During the journey to Angel Falls, it was all silent. You sometimes stole glances at Neteyam flying beside you, but he was always focused ahead. His hair and robes fluttered towards his back. Your hands then went into your waist pockets, grasping something that you kept there tightly.

When you finally arrived, you both dismounted from your own ikran, and Neteyam approached you.

"We have arrived," Neteyam smiles. He raise his hand, his fingers pointing to a spot beyond Angel Falls. His lips murmures a few words, clues to Va'ru's hiding place.

"Thank you, Neteyam," you respond to his explanation.

He smiles and nods. Neteyam then steps back, allowing you to take a few steps forward and take in your surroundings. Your ears flick up and down, listening to every sound that comes up. It's hard to hear anything other than the roar of the waterfall, but when you concentrate fully, you can hear another sound - the sound of someone walking.

You want to ask Neteyam, did he hear that sound too? But when you turn away, he is already flying with his ikran, moving away from you. You stare at his departure in silence, then you hear the sound of someone walking again.

Now you catch a glimpse of the man's appearance. He is well-built, with broad shoulders and toned arms. His pair of blue legs look like a model's. His long hair falls over his shoulders, tied with a hair tie, showing a glimpse of his firm chin. There was only one person, who styled her hair like that, and you knew who he was.

"Hello, Va'ru," you call him softly.

The man's ears perk up at the sound of your voice, looking very surprised. He slowly turns around, slowly looking at you. It is indeed Va'ru, your lover from the past. Your lover, who used to always be by your side. Your lover, who used to give you all the bouquets of flowers you liked. Your lover, whose silly jokes you sometimes miss. Your lover, whose face always graced your dreams after your painful breakup. Your beloved, who sadly was never liked by your father.

Now, his face is still exactly the same as you remember. But this time his eyes were filled with shock, like he was looking at the angel of death.

"Y/N/? Is this really you?" Va'ru calls out to you hesitantly. He slowly stepped closer to you, but his body language was still tense, he looked down and his forehead wrinkled.

"Yes Va'ru, this is me," you say slowly, trying to reassure him.

The crease on Va'ru's forehead slowly disappears, and a happy smile is painted on his face, so wide it looks like it's about to rip his jaw off. He runs towards you and he hugs you in a rush. His hand strokes your head gently, and his chin rests on your shoulder.

"How are you, Y/N?" Va'ru greets you.

"I'm good. How about you?" You say in return.

"Never been better. I've been waiting for you all this time!" He smiles happily, and you can hear the excitement in his tone. He takes your hand and walks forward, towards his marui that he made himself to survive here.

"Come with me, I'll show you my marui," Va'ru invites you, his hand slowly swinging in a happy mood with your fingers still in his.

"I'll stay here, Va'ru," you respond, and you dont even move a muscle.

Va'ru realized something. Your tone from earlier sounded so flat, in stark contrast to the enthusiasm in his words. When he turned around, he found you hadn't followed him into his maroon. He furrowed his brow, and walked over to you.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Come here, get into my maru!"

"Varu. There's something I want to talk about..." you spoke slowly, and you took a breath, trying to prepare the words that would come out of your mouth.

"Hey, why are you so stiff? Just talk about it, what is it, Y/N?" Va'ru approaches you closer and holds your hands, trying to make you relax. He sees that you're still wearing the turquoise ring he gave you, and that makes him smile happily, his fingers stroking the ring on your finger.

Your eyes look at Va'ru. If only this meeting had happened a few months ago, perhaps you would have been in his arms by now. Perhaps you would have been in his marui, admiring Va'ru's survival skills near the waterfall. Perhaps you would have even kissed him, and never wanted to be separated from him again. But now, things have changed.

The name that fills the corners of your heart has changed.

"You once promised to my father that you would not see me again. So, I spend my time searching for you. But, there is one thing that you should know, Va'ru," you finally speak, and Va'ru raises his eyebrows waiting for the rest of your sentence.

"It's Neteyam who helped me find you," Your sentence continues, and you release your grip slowly from Va'ru's hand. Your hand is now reaching for something, which has been kept in your waist pocket. It's your engagement necklace from Neteyam.

"Va'ru, I'm engaged to Neteyam now," you declare, as you show him the engagement necklace on your palm.

"Yeah, and you said it was a stupid arranged courtship, right?" Va'ru responds to your words and chuckles. "You don't love him," He continues, hoping for you to chuckle with him, but your expression doesn't change at all.

Va'ru realizes something is strange, what's wrong with you?

"Va'ru, you taught me how to love, and I'll be forever grateful for that. But, there is another man who shows me the true form of love. He is the most sincere man I've ever known," You smile a little at the end of the sentence, the thought of the man who now owns your heart bringing a glisten to your beautiful amber eyes.

On the other hand, Va'ru's smile disappears, his face now covered in astonishment that turns into a look of fear. His mind was filled with a sense of fear, who was the man who could make you so mesmerized like that?

"That man is Neteyam. My only fiancee, and I'm certain that he is the one who I will choose to be my mate," you say the words confidently, without any hesitation. With Eywa's help, you have made a decision about your love life, and nothing can stop you now. Even if it's the man you used to be madly in love with in the past.

But all that was important is the present time, and now that man looked very surprised. His ears perked down, his brows furrowed. His mouth parted in a sudden shock, leaving him speechless for a minute. When Va'ru finally speaks, he is only able to utter one word.

"What?" Va'ru responds to your words with a whisper, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Yes, Va'ru," you affirm your past words.

"No, this can't be true, Y/N! Tell me you still love me!" Va'ru is now seated, both hands supporting his head which is bowed limply, and his eyes are teary.

"Oh Va'ru, I'm sorry. I chose him. And I will go back to him," Your lips tremble as you say it, but you know you have to decide, and now your decision is unbreakable.

Your feet take a few steps back, until finally you left Va'ru and did not turn around to see him at all. But you can hear the sound of his screams and anguished cries echoing your name, sounding miserable amidst the sound of the waterfall.

You ride your ikran in a hurry and fly back to the Omaticaya forest. During the journey, your heart races as if it's about to burst. Your eyes look at the turquoise ring Va'ru gave you that is still on your finger. With one long breath, you remove the ring from your finger, and let it fall into the dense Omaticaya forest.

Your fingers then grasp Neteyam's engagement necklace in your waist pocket, and make sure it doesn't fall off. Where is Neteyam? You want to see him and confess your feelings to him. You want to see him.

When you finally reached your marui, Neteyam is not there. You check all the rooms in the marui but he's still not there. Not even all his belongings were there. Oh no. You go in and out between the nearby marui and ask everyone, but they see no sign of Neteyam at all. You are panicking, where is he? Is it too late to go back to him?

Your back pressed against the wall of your marui, trying to calm yourself down. Your breath comes in short gasps like a person who is short of breath. You close your eyes and adjust the rhythm of your breathing. Your lips mumble a short prayer to Eywa. Great Mother, please give me a last chance to meet him. When you open your eyes, your breathing is much calmer.

An atokirina flew slowly towards you, as if Eywa had answered your prayer. Your eyes are wet with tears of emotion, and you shout "Thank you Great Mother!" and follow the atokirina, as it flies somewhere. But the atokirina flies away so fast, like a broken kite. You quicken your pace, adrenaline filling your bloodstream. Your hair flutters as you run so fast. Sweat drips down your temples. Some branches scratched your feet and made small wounds on the soles of your feet, but you simply don’t care. What do physical wounds mean if you can't see Neteyam again for eternity?

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At the same moment when you saw Va'ru, Neteyam landed his ikran on a nearby branch and left his cape and visor on the ikran pouch. He then walks slowly into the Tree of Souls. There was no one there. It is so quiet and lonely indeed, as if sympathizing with what Neteyam was feeling at this moment. He kneels down and makes tsaheylu with one of the tendrils.

Neteyam prays silently. He let his mind be filled with all the events that had happened lately, from his courtship with you, you who never being happy with him, how Va'ru was found, his last dance with you, and of course the events of today, where he finally brought you back into Va'ru's arms. All of these events went back and forth in his head, and he knew that Eywa could see them too.

Eywa could also feel everything that Neteyam had been feeling. How Neteyam finally let you, the only woman he ever really loved, to leave him.

Oh Great Mother, I can't hold it anymore. Neteyam's inner voice churned with bitterness and sadness. He knew Kiri had warned him before, that it would not be easy to let you go. But it feels more devastating now.

Neteyam couldn't resist as tears brimmed in his eyes, and strained down his face. It's also feels very strange somehow. He already had pressure on his shoulder all this time. The pressure of being the oldest sibling and being the next Olo'eyktan. All this time, his parents sometimes scolded him, making him feel familiar with the pain. But now the pain is different. It's weighing him down inside, the feeling is like a thousand knives are stabbed into his chest at the same time.

Only love can hurt like this.

Neteyam sobbed, the sound of his crying sounded soft. He held the tendril tightly with both hands, his head bowed, his body trembling, and tears falling down his cheeks. Who would have thought that the mighty warrior could cry like this?

He lifts his chin, wipes his tears, and looks up at the sky, searching for a sign from Eywa. Atokirina, or anything. But there is only emptiness. There is only the silence of the night. Not even the wind blew. Neteyam looks down in defeat again.

Maybe, this is his destiny that he had to accept. Maybe, he did have everything the men of Omaticaya dreamed of, such as hunting talent, charisma, good looks, and as a successor to the throne. But one thing Neteyam definitely does not have, is a good fortune in love.

Neteyam releases his connection with tendril, and sits down in despair, leaning against one of the large trees. He closes his eyes and crosses his legs, trying meditate to find peace.

Suddenly, a sound makes his ears perk up. It sounds like someone walking. No, that person is definitely running. That person is running towards Neteyam. He opens his eyes and sees someone in the distance, but it's not clear who it is. Neteyam squinted his eyes and heard a voice shouting his name.

Neteyam gasped. Was his hearing deceiving him? It is like he is hearing a ghost. You shout his name again, and Neteyam widened his eyes in shock. It is definitely you. What are you doing here? You should be with Va'ru by now, right?

You stop your steps in front of Neteyam who is now slowly standing up. There is a distance of about one meter between you. You're still breathing heavily, a few strands of hair are peeking out on your forehead, and there are many scratches on your legs, but your face is adorned with a happy feeling. Your beautiful eyes sparkle and a wide smile was painted on your face.

"Hello, Neteyam," you greet him, and he tilts his head, still looking astonished.

"Y/N. What are you doing here?" Neteyam asks curiously, but he stays where he is, not moving an inch.

You want to answer him, but suddenly there seems to be an inner battle inside your mind. You want to tell Neteyam, about how stupid you've been, not realizing how deeply he loves you all this time. You want to tell Neteyam, about how the love grew slowly in your heart without you even realizing it. You want to tell Neteyam, that now the situation in the depth of your heart has slowly changed and it is he who now owns your heart.

But you remember all the ways you treated him. You were so harsh, you were so rude, you sometimes underestimated his help. Your smile slowly fades. Oh, you don't deserve him at all. Neteyam is far too good for a harsh woman like you. How could he ever accept you again, after all you've done for him?

Your tongue is now twisted, and your body begins to tremble, haunted by an overwhelming sense of guilt and nervousness. The man you love is right in front of you, just a few steps away, but you're so afraid to approach him. You're afraid he'll respond with scorn. You're afraid he'll just walk away. You're afraid he'll ignore you and think you're a crazy woman, who doesn't deserve to be his mate in the future. Your eyes have now lost their shine, and are filled with endless feelings of gloomy and despair.

Suddenly, several atokirinas fly up from behind you. Not just one or two, but a lot of atokirina. You gasp, and watch as all the sacred seeds fly right past you and head towards Neteyam.

The atokirina fly slowly around Neteyam's body. One of the atokirina gently landed on top of his head, making the future Olo'eyktan gasp in amazement. Neteyam slowly raised both hands to the sides, with his palms facing upwards. The other Atokirina landed gently on his arms one by one, then filled his body, all the way down to his toes.

Your face is covered in amazement at the sight in front of you. Neteyam closes his eyes, and a peaceful smile slowly graced his lips. The ivory light radiating from Atokirina glows, making Neteyam's whole body radiate like the moon. Your eyes sparkle and your mouth opens in admiration. After a few seconds, the group of atokirina slowly fly away from Neteyam, then settle down among the tendrils. As Neteyam looked at them, a question arose in his mind. Why did Eywa give him another sign again, by hovering all the sacred seeds over his body?

On the other hand, for you it's all clear now. Great Mother gave you a sign, like giving you encouragement to pick up your destiny. The destiny to be with the man who you really love.

"Neteyam," you speak slowly, your lips still trembling but you're much calmer now. "All this time, I always believed that Va'ru was the only man in my life... I spent all my time loving him, and believing that he was the right man to be my mate. I thought I was sure, and already knew the true meaning of love,"

You stop to take a breath, and Neteyam stays still looking at you.

"But, sometimes the Great Mother has unique plans. She made me your fiancée, which I never wanted at all. I hated our courtship so much. I never thought of you as my mate. I even treated you badly. But you always patiently accepted me. You were always willing to help me, always took care of me and protected me when I was hurt,"

Then you clench your fists tightly, while then saying a sincere plea from the bottom of your heart to Neteyam.

"I want to say I'm sorry, Neteyam. For my terrible treatment towards you all this time,"

Neteyam's expression softened. He took a step closer to you, and he make a soft nod to express his apology, which make you smile. Then, you continue with your words.

"Neteyam, you've shown me how true love works. True love is always patient and kind. True love is never boastful or conceited, never rude or selfish. True love is when the happiness of another person is essential to your own..."

Now your eyes focus on Neteyam's face, looking at the beautifully patterned lines on his forehead and cheeks, making he look like a beautiful painting. His hair is neatly arranged beside his face, hanging beautifully like curtains framing a window. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, as if forming a small smile. You stare at his lips for a few seconds, and then your gaze moves up to meet his eyes.

And last but not least, his round amber eyes blink slowly when he sees you. They seem to sparkle under the purplish light of the tendrils. It seems like your turn now to drown in the beauty of his eyes, making you unconsciously stare at them for a few seconds. When you finally came to your senses, you gulp nervously and try to continue your confession to him.

"And you should know, if now I know what true love is, it is because of you, Neteyam. Now my heart has chosen you. But, I don't want to burden you. And so, I’ll always give you freedom,"

Your hand take the engagement necklace from your waist pocket, and holds it tightly. You stretch out your arm towards Neteyam as he watches your every move.

"Put this engagement necklace back around my neck if you're still willing to accept me, and ignore me if you think otherwise. Whatever choice you make, I’ll accept it as my destiny, Neteyam," you ended your words with a smile. But your little heart still felt fear of the worst. So you close your eyes and your lips form a tight line. You hear Neteyam's steps coming towards you, and his fingers take the necklace from your hand.

Neteyam looks at the necklace he was holding. He still remembers the time he made it, assisted by Kiri and Lo'ak to gather the best beads, and hoping you would like his gift. Without a doubt, this necklace is one of the symbols of his love for you.

Her gaze changes to see you, who still has your eyes closed. Without any hesitation, he approaches you, both hands on the right and left sides of your neck. You could feel how close he is to you when he tilts his head and his lips whisper softly to you, "Open your eyes, Y/N,"

You open your eyes, and your engagement necklace is now hanging perfectly around your neck. Your fingers gently touch the necklace as if in disbelief, and your eyes stare at Neteyam in surprise. But that astonished expression was quickly replaced by happy tears that slowly began to flood your eyes.

Neteyam whispers again, this time his voice is smooth like velvet.

"All this time, my feelings and affection towards you never changed, Y/N. I still, and always will, loving you,"

Hearing his sweet words make you can't hold back the happy tears anymore, they drip down your cheeks. You hug Neteyam in a fast motion, wrapping your arms around his neck, which surprised him but then he smiles as his arms wrapped around your waist gently.

The two of you hugged tightly, as if you didn't want to let go. Your tears fall on his chest, and now his hands are gently stroking your hair. Without realizing it, tears also welled up in Neteyam's eyes.

Neteyam then look at the Atokirina between the tendrils, with tears still on his face. "Thank you, Great Mother," he says softly, but he know the Great Mother can hear him. Great Mother had never been silent, but She had secretly woven a beautiful destiny for him. With you in his arms, Neteyam needs nothing more. You complete his life.

You lean your face closer to Neteyam's face, making both of your cheeks touch each other. Your hands are still tightly embracing his neck, and Neteyam's arms are now wrap around your waist. Then, Neteyam slowly kissed your face, starting from your jaw, your cheeks, your nose, and your forehead, as if expressing how deeply he secretly adored you all this time. Every kiss he gives makes your heart beat faster and your face feel warm, your eyes closed to enjoy the sensation he gives.

When he finally kisses your lips, you are ready. His kiss was so soft, his lips gently pressing against yours, making you feel like you were flying on cloud nine. Neteyam tilts his head to get the perfect angle, and you meld following his every move. His hands squeeze your waist gently, while your fingers find their place among his hair. The scent of Neteyam's sweet-smelling body penetrates your senses, making you feel intoxicated by his every touch. He felt the same, the fragrance of your scent making him smile happily between the kisses.

After the kiss is over, you and Neteyam smile, foreheads touching under the dim purplish light of the tendrils. All Atokirina flies around you both, seems like Eywa directly blessed this union. Your and Neteyam's fingers gently caress each other's shoulders.

Something then came to your mind. Something you had never done before, because this was a very important action, which shouldn’t be done with any random person. But now you are fully convinced. You’ve already found the right person.

Your hand then moved backward, picking up the end of your queue and bringing it before Neteyam. His eyebrows raised, and his lips said softly, "Are you sure you're going to do it now, Y/N? I won't do it if you're not ready. I'll wait for you,"

"Neteyam, I'm ready," you reply confidently, a grin etched on your lips. Your right hand held the end of your queue, while your left hand now lifts up and gently strokes Neteyam's cheek. Your touch makes Neteyam grins too, as he raises his hand to intertwine with your palm in his face.

Neteyam's queue is now in front of yours, and you both close your eyes slowly as you join them in tsaheylu. The sensation is so deep, it goes into all the nerves and recesses of your heart. Suddenly, you can feel what he feels. Suddenly, you and his breathing become one.

Now there is no longer you or Neteyam, you both are merged into one soul. Every movement you make blends in harmony. Minutes passes in passionate pleasure as each of you explores the other's body. Every kiss, touch, and moans blends together and creates an endless pleasure. You both feel the taste of making love for the first time. The feeling of pleasure penetrates deep into your heart, while you both mutter sentences in your united mind.

We are mated before Eywa, and it will last for the rest of our life.

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notes : that's it! finally this series is wrapped up. Thankyou for reading this short series. lmk what you think of my writings! 🥰🥰

taglist : @strawberryclouds22 @afro-hispwriter

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bloom-agreste-cheng · 1 year

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Winx Club Planet Origins

I have ideas for how the planets in Winx Club came to be besides the Great Dragon creating the universe. You know how Stella yells “Solaria” for her first transformation in 1x01? I wondered, what if the other fairies in the Magical Dimension did that too. So I decided to create some headcanons about how the Winx’s planets were created. Cause we know where they are from canonically so it’s easier to build headcanons around them.

Domino was designed meticulously by the Great Dragon and it let its essence deep into its magical core/ heart after it died. This is why guardians of the flame are mainly born on Domino. I headcanon that before he went to sleep, the Dragon chose a family line to keep his power and keep watch on the Magical Dimension. He decreed that whoever holds his flame is to be the guardian of the dimension. After the great witches of the dark killed him, the inhabitants say that you can still feel it’s heat, its essence around sacred areas of Domino. Like the Vortex of Flames which is why the royal family built its castle around it, to be close to the dragon. Now on Domino many believe that they all hold a spark of the flame, that their power is connected to the dragon. So until they find their own battle cries, most fairies choose to invoke the great dragon to give them strength. For example: “by the Power of the Great Dragon, DOMINO LEND YOUR FURY!”

Solaria and Lunaria were created by opposing forces. The Great Dragon and the Water Stars had a fight which resulted in the great sun of solaria, which was created from the Dragon, and the Moons of Lunaria created by the Water Stars. When the Stars left, the dragon molded both planets after the light and sheer power floating around since their fight. He then made them neighbours so that everyone knew of the si and moon. Also to make sure Solaria understood where it came from, the dragon forged the second sun out of the first and gave it to the inhabitants, specifically to one he built to have special connection with it. The second sun is why fairies of Solaria scream “Solaria, Let your suns SHINE” because it’s second sun’s light is what powers their beloved planet.

Linphea is Mother Nature’s real name. After being created by the great Dragon, she went around the universe to spread her magic and nature. She chose planet Linphea as her final resting place and gave her heart to power the planet’s magic. The inhabitants can call on her name to help them transform. “By the great roots of Mother Nature, Linphea, I call on your forces.”

Melody as well as the rest of the Harmonic Nebula, was sung into existence by a nymph of the same name, who was graced with the power of the dragon fire. Legend has it that when you achieve pure harmony in yourself and the world around you, you can still hear the nymph‘s song in Melody’s core. So now, young fairies call on “Sing us a Melody!”

Andros and Zenith were once one planet until a comet separated them both. Let’s focus on Andros first. After the collision, Andros became most water. The dragon decided to populate the waters with mermaids and tasked them to protect the oceans of every world, hence the gates. Since fairies are the guardians of nature, mermaids are the guardians of the oceans. Some mermaids chose to leave the oceans and become land dwellers like those they’ve seen from other planets. But they never forget their origins even after intermingling with other planets. To remember their mermaid origins, the Androsian fairies say “I call on the powers of the mermaid, ANDROS, let your currents roar.”

Zenith terraformed over years and is considered one of the youngest planet in the magical dimension. The planet’s core was built from a material enchanted by magic from other planets. The inhabitants originally came from Andros. Those are are the people who choose to completely deny their mermaid heritage. They eventually brought in other people from the other dimensions which is why they have fairies and other creatures… just enough to be considered a magical planet. Everyone on the planet grew rather ambitious and were eager to prove Zenith as a great planet hence the drive to become the most technologically advanced planet in the magical dimension. They are actually the inspiration for Magix City as they were the first people to converge magic and technology. The inhabitants chose the name Zenith because it means the highest point of power which is what they always aim for—perfection. This is a world that doesn’t follow a type of religion unlike the others which makes them so unique. The fairies that come from this planet call on the core of Zenith to power them up with a simple phrase; may our power reach its ZENITH.

#Winx club #domino #solaria #linphea #melody #zenith #Andros #winx headcannon #winx club headcanons #my posts

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distant-eclipses · 9 months

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Okay but... why?

Aka, a look at Eclipse, Sun, and Moon(both in the dlc and in the base game) and wondering: why does Eclipse exist?(With bonus commentary/theorizing on Sun and Moon) The meta answer is probably "fans liked the idea of Eclipse, so why not" but I'm looking for more(skip to "ruin info" if you just want to see me talk about Eclipse, this got long)

Before-Ruin info: Sun is supposed to be the daycare attendant, but he's not the greatest at it(being loud, pretty clingy, and creepy). He has a reason for this(aside from "Fazbear ent sucks at making child friendly places/robots")

Originally it was supposed to be a theater robot(explaining the... everything) that becomes evil when the light goes out. While the performance functions were supposedly removed(aside from Moon), obviously they didn't do a good job at that, cus Sun is loud, dramatic, and obviously a theater kid(and it's implied that the new daycare programming either doesn't exist or was also shoddily implemented). So despite Moon's calm face on the posters, the kids were never supposed to see him

Moon is... Moon. While it's implied that he's supposed to be a security related feature or some type of enforcer now(between the crazy strength it has, the fact that it took Freddy to Vanessa, and the fact that it's allowed to just roam the building at the end of every hour while the others recharge), obviously the villain parts of its programming were never removed(I'm not even sure how Faz Ent got him ready for his new role, did they give him extra strength and prayed he'd listen to them or did they finally decide to mess with his programming? Did he always want kids to sleep and the enforcer role made it worse or did the change in Sun's programming affect Moon as well?)

There's also the interesting wording of "That, combined with the occasional blackouts in the day care, created the Moon side of the attendant" which implies Moon didn't exist, or didn't exist in the way that we know him, while the Daycare Attendant was a theater bot. Did the programming change increase the separation between Sun and Moon, was it a lie that the company made up, or was the separation always there but more obvious when Sun's functions changed? A mix of more than one maybe?(I suspect the answer is "plot holes that Steelwool failed to notice and/or retcons" but that's the boring one and prevents theorizing)

Ruin info: okay this is where it gets interesting, let's take another look at Sun and Moon

The fire obviously messed with them, with control being fought for more easily(with Sun being able to take control in a darker area for a moment after having the flashlight shined in its face, when Moon handled Gregory's flashlight pretty well)

Poor Sun has obviously been going through it, with Moon forcing him to be inactive. You can even hear him sing a song if you have the mask on. But speaking of the mask, it seems like Sun is active in the neural network, with it being the only way to actually talk to him(he even refuses to let you reboot him in the network for some reason, but the mask and its world are their own level of weird, so I'm not surprised). It's all but stated that the reason you can see Sun is because the fire caused a malfunction and made both active(even if one gets forced into the network), but I have to wonder what someone would see if they used the mask pre-fire

While the fire obviously weakened the Mimic's influence(with MXES controlling the other bots instead, maybe the glitch was never removed and was merely changed?), Moon is still being himself and forcing Sun to a "nap" and wanting it to be night forever

As the wiki says, it's unclear how separate these two consider themselves. Sun refers to Moon as "The other me", while Moon talks to Sun and kinda calls him by his name. They also both use "I" to refer to their respective modes and "we" to refer to themselves as a whole. But in general, Moon seems to view the two as much more separate(is this what the book meant "created the Moon side"? Part of it may be personality/experience based, what with Moon's villainous behavior/role staying around more than whatever Sun's old role was and villains, especially ones for child stuff, being less willing to play nice and work together), whereas Sun considers the two to both be him

And then there's Eclipse, who, despite most of tumblr's theories, isn't actually the person we see in the Balloon Boy arcade game. Moon ends up getting rebooted and we see the two daycare animatronics as a whole. And he's nice. Friendly, has a safety mode, and cares about safety and cleaning, but not to the extent that the other two do. It's like a proper daycare robot

But... why? And also, how? It's not triggered by light(post-fire, maybe pre-fire would be different but I doubt it), but obviously he doesn't exist the whole time. It also says "happy birthday" while the other two don't(sure the other robots, aside from Roxanne, don't, but I'm not even sure Monty can speak and Chica deactivates right after she gets her voice box), which implies he's been active before(not to mention the fact that Sun knew the two could become whole, knew it required an outsider to do it, and that it would fix the current issue). There's probably also something to be said about how the reboot occurs

There's a waxing crescent(which is similar to Moon, but he's a waning one) and a warning related to electrical hazards. Normally Fazbear Entertainment doesn't care about safety, so was the hazard warning about the exposed... everything on the back of the Daycare Attendants head or Eclipse in particular? And because of how they are rebooted, is the thing pointing towards the crescent specifically for him? If so, that implies they're able to be rebooted again and made two separate modes

One could argue that Eclipse was supposed to stay for good and that Sun and Moon are back because of the glitch or Vanny deliberately changing the mode, but it wouldn't explain... Everything Else. So obviously Eclipse is only a part-time thing

While there isn't a lot we can work off of so far, there is a possible theory. And with the stuff I went over, we can make a lil timeline/explanation on how the Daycare Attendant works and what the deal with Eclipse is

The Theory:

The Daycare Attendant was originally a theater robot, with the good side "Sun" and the villain side "Moon". Then Fazbear Entertainment got a "good idea" and decided to turn them into the daycare robot. They remove some of its old programming(mostly for Sun, the daytime mode that kids will see more often) and installed some daycare programming

But Moon was much harder to work with(having fewer daycare-like things and being much more villainous) and they couldn't remove him(with the mode switches becoming more painful as a result, especially when the two struggled for control). But because of how much Sun was changed and Moon wasn't, the latter started insisting on them being different, instead of being two parts of a whole

In the beginning they decided to keep the lights on and had Sun as the only robot, but kept the Moon stuff left over from when they were working on him. But sometime after bobbiedots(or the time period bobbiedots would take place in if you want to ignore the books series), the company decided to change up Moon's programming a bit(with extra strength). When the pizzaplex diverted power to the recharge stations, Moon's job was to make sure everyone was charging and, if they were broken and weren't getting repairs, drag them off to Parts and Service

But there were 2 problems: 1. Fazbear Entertainment wanted more money that Sun couldn't provide, 2. if a problem occurred with the Daycare Attendant(especially their mode changing function), it'd be hard to fix. So they killed two birds with one stone and made Eclipse, a fusion mode that is used for repairs and well behaved enough it could be used for parties(especially for older kids who may not want to deal with Sun)

#security breach ruin #fnaf dlc #fnaf ruin #fnaf eclipse #daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #fnaf moon

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platonic-qpr-selfshipping · 4 months

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today makes four years since I got the three houses game as a gift so I'm gonna write down some thoughts I recently had about my selfship with Claude and the sun/moon dynamic? symbolism? that XD

I wouldn't be able to tell who is who. Even if some hints could make it seem obvious (ekhm, my s/i's name being Helios, for example), it didn't feel like a complete description of their own views and what's going on between them, so I gave it more thought and came to the conclusion that they are each other's sun and they see themselves as the other's moon. that's what Claude and I would have going on

Because how wouldn't I see Claude as the Sun with the way he lights up any room just by being there? with how bright his smile is? with how he seems to be able to slowly change things for the better with such warmth, making days easier to go through? yet I am very aware that sun eclipses exist, but I would do anything to go through those days by his side, too. in that way, the name of Helios is full of devotion and loyalty, for not only the personal feelings but also the admiration, the gratefulness, the acknowledgement, the will to do anything to keep him safe. Helios is a sign that he guards the Sun, almost as if they had been named for it, putting him before them just like a small satellite always orbiting around the same other.

Yet for Claude, born under the Moon symbol of the Riegan Crest, he feels like he's always dealing with both the bright and dark sides of the Moon. He might be the house leader of the Golden Deer, sure, but that "golden" in its name and a yellow cape won't make him escape from his Moon nature. He's got shadows he needs to control and not let others find out; he's got to get clues and know what's going on there where no one else dares to walk down; he's got too many expectations on his shoulders to consider he can naturally shine bright, so he tries his best at putting strategies over the table and not let any lives fall behind. Oh, but Helios. They who encourage freedom, who are so open with actions and questions, who always got his back in the batteflied to the point of feeling like someone's missing if they are not there, whose eyes look so fondly at all the Golden Deer that they might be two whole suns in one human body. Their silences, full of understanding somehow. Their invitations to reading evenings in their bedroom, never judging, never pressured; just their comforting smile and their embrace's warmth, truly worthy of being compared to the Sun.

#all i write is about you #THOUGHTS THOUGHTS THOUGHTS #may I add- HDKBDJD #it is also in this month when i s supported him after finishinf the verdant wind route soooooo #there you go my golden boy #ugh what would i do without him fr jchkdbsk #a couple of years ago i considered getting myself a Claude plushie but didnt because I felt like I needed to be more proud of myself to+#hmmmmm properly get it? I dont want to say to deserve it but;; kind of. i guess #maybe i just wanted it to be especial #to get it on a especial occassion #someone especial for a reason that was just as especial #so years went by and i never got it #i think the one i wanted to at first isnt even available anymore #it was of this one artist's etsy..... i dont remember anything else jxbdkd #HOWEVER #a friend I met thanks to this community gifted me a Claude cushion literally a month ago #I was too afraid to go to Claude so he just waited and went to me;;;#I wanna be someone he can be proud of somehow. someone he can brag about having on his side #(María if you are reading this thank u sm ily)#safeship #safeshipping #self ship community #f/o community

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agirlinsearchof · 1 year

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Headcanons for Pokémon games most likely to be “canon.” But this is just my speculation, probably biased by personal opinion in a few particular cases. I will sometimes use Pokémon Masters as a source, but only when there’s no other evidence to suggest any particular version of events.

Kanto: Yellow, surprisingly! Red’s teams when he is not playable usually have Pikachu, Blastoise, Charizard, and Venusaur. Of the games where he is playable, only Yellow allows the player to obtain all four. And the only reason that makes sense for Red to not evolve his Pikachu is if it didn’t want to for whatever reason, which only happens in Pokémon Yellow.

Johto: While there isn’t one game that can be pinned down as the most likely canonical version of events (Masters featuring both Kris and Lyra as separate, co-existing characters), Gold and HeartGold are least likely to be canon, as Pokémon Masters pairs Silver with Ho-Oh, who the protagonist catches as part of the plot in those games. As such, that leaves Silver, SoulSilver, and Crystal as the more likely options, since Ho-Oh is a completely optional encounter in those games.

Edit for new info: Ethan, who is treated as the Johto protagonist in Masters, has Lugia. His design is also taken from HeartGold and SoulSilver. As such, SoulSilver is most likely the “canon” version of events.

Hoenn: Omega Ruby, with the existence of Zinnia, a character exclusive to those remakes, in Pokémon Masters, and Brendan, in Masters being Norman’s son and thus implied to be the protagonist, having Latios. May can only have Latias in the game’s events when she’s the protagonist in Alpha Sapphire, but there’s not really anything stopping her from catching it after the events of Omega Ruby except Brendan getting there first, but that can only happen through an limited-time event. This would seem to be contradicted by Archie having a Sync Pair with Kyogre, but the only time he has any ownership of Kyogre anyway is his alternate-universe counterpart in USUM.

Sinnoh: Platinum most certainly is. In Pokémon Black and White, Cynthia references a trainer who faced Giratina. The only game where Cynthia witnesses this herself is Pokémon Platinum. Giratina can only be faced in the postgame in Pokémon Diamond, Pearl, Brilliant Diamond, and Shining Pearl, and events that only happen in the postgame are rarely acknowledged.

Unova: This is perhaps the most subjective one, perhaps befitting the themes of Black and White and their sequels. But, since I believe that on a symbolic level Reshiram fits the protagonist better than Zekrom (as they show N the truth about the relationship between humans and Pokémon, which causes his ideals to shift), I believe Pokémon Black, and by extension Black 2, to be more likely to be the canon version of events. It doesn’t hurt that N’s default Sync Pair in Masters is Zekrom, with a different version with Reshiram only releasing later.

Kalos: Much like Hoenn, I will have to reach for Pokémon Masters for this one. Lysandre’s default Sync Pair is with Yveltal. Since villains in Masters are usually paired with the Pokémon they sought out, this leaves Pokémon Y as the more likely canon version of events (as Yveltal isn’t acknowledged in Pokémon X to my knowledge outside its Pokédex entry, which requires trading with another game.)

Alola: Pokémon Moon, based on Lillie having Lunala as a sync pair but not Solgaleo and the protagonists being based on their Sun and Moon designs but not their Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon designs. (Which I find strange, since most other protagonists are based on their most recent designs as playable characters…)

Galar: Pokémon Sword, since Gloria has Zacian as one of her Sync Pairs, but Victor does not have Zamazenta.

It’s impossible to say yet for Scarlet and Violet as of this writing, since no characters from that game show up in Pokémon Masters, let alone with Koraidon or Miradon, or any other version-exclusive Pokémon, Paradox or otherwise.

Addendum: TL;DR, based mostly on Pokémon Masters while drawing a little bit from the core series games, the most likely “canon” (I use this term very loosely) timeline of events goes Yellow > SoulSilver > Omega Ruby > Platinum > Black > Black 2 > Y > Moon > Sword. Please do not take this too seriously. This was just done for fun.

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tomago · 2 years

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sol at luna, rei sakuma

sypnosis。in which, the sun and the moon dance on a lake of swans until their feet ache more than their hearts.

"may i?"

a tall, young man who harbored a voice so tender and long, black, wavy hair stopped right before shoulders, offered his gloved hand to you. wearing a velvet suit with comfortable ruffles that revealed just enough, his scarlet eyes bore through your soul — etching his presence in your memories from his very mask, darkened with desire and the mystery that the night held.

you didn't know if it was the enchanting glitter and glow of the pieces of jewelry that hung around his neck that pulled your hands closer to him, or if it was the scent of vanilla he carried around which pulled you closer to him. in a matter of seconds — before you could even realize it, your hand was on top of his, and his other hand was at your waist.

"my dear, you look dazzling tonight." the man in the mask purred, "how lucky i am to have this dance with you." a smile formed on his face; briefly revealing two sharp teeth — fangs. he gave you no time to answer, though, as your breath hitches at the start of a tune.

he takes you on a dream ever so lightly; as if he was a feather dancing on still water — even with you, the both of you were barely making ripples on the water. the scene itself is quite magical; the smooth-shifting from a tune to another is reminiscent of every turn you made while being in his arms. he was lulling you into a sweet dream, a world where only the both of you existed.

it didn't take long before the music in your ears came to fade, and only his heartbeat was the rhythm that your feet danced to. he had pressed your hand on his chest — not for one second looking away from you amidst the multiple dancers on the ballroom floor. his look wasn't that of a lustrous greed, but the look of the sun longing for the moon — yearning and hoping that the world will one day let the both of you unite for even just a flickering memory.

can you feel it? the sound of his heart, a tune with a melancholic melody but more sweetsounding than a lyre. you were dancing to its song. do you hear its plea? it was afraid of love, but it loves infinitely — even more than that. and all of it was all for you, his soleil.

oh how the worlds have kept you apart; even a dance has to meet its end. even the moon had to set during an eclipse — it wasn't supposed to be, but his fingertips were touching your skin. that alone was enough for him. to bask in the light of his love, your brightness reflected on him.

even so, if the night had to end, if the dance had to end — you find yourself grabbing back his hand. even the masked man was taken by surprise by your sudden touch. it all didn't have to end here, didn't it? you ran, and ran, with your hand still intertwined with his. the moon was at its largest, its brightest — watching you; he had hoped you wouldn't let go first, for luna couldn't shine without you.

amore — the night is still young. the moon is your only witness. sing and dance to your hearts' content.

#rei sakuma #sakuma rei #gn reader #enstars #so so self indulgent #i think this is also my first time posting a fic at #on the afternoon? woah #is this also fantasy au?#fantasy au #probably..#rei sakuma x reader

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nagaparadise · 2 years

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no because imagine current time and a crew of paranormal explorers come into the woods to film and find the "snake like demons" in the woods.

“It’s the XX day of the XX month at XX:XX pm. Our aim for this expedition today is to find evidence of the nagas that seem to live in these woods.” You begin your report as your talk into the camcorder, holding it steady in one hand, while a dim flashlight is held in the other. You take the lead, slowly walking in front of a group of other like-minded and curious individuals, slowly scanning the dense forest with your camcorder.

“The sun has been down for approximately X hours. The sky is clear, and a full moon is shining down on us, though, it’s not enough to fully illuminate our surroundings, nor is it enough to help catch a naga on film, if we find one. We’ve brought our flashlights, but as a precaution in that the brightness of the light might scare away a naga, we’ve dimmed them to the lowest setting. Unfortunately, these are all very unfavorable conditions, but, we can only work with what we’ve got.”

You try to keep your breath steady, but the idea of finding a naga was always excited you - and the idea of being the first one to find evidence of their existence fills your chest with an ecstatic pressure like no other. Your name would go down in history in the scientific world and among cryptid enthusiasts, and, if you’re lucky, you might be able to fulfill some personal fantasies...

You shook your head vigorously to get rid of the fantasies that invaded your head. Right now, you should be focusing on finding a naga. You can’t let anything distract you from that goal.

“Oh, hey, is everything alright?” One of your teammates asked once they noticed your strange reaction.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, there...were just some bugs flying around my face. I’m fine now.”

“Really? Aw...I was hoping that you heard that strange noise, too.”

“Strange noise...? Where?” You anxiously asked, immediately turning in your teammates’ direction. They were slightly startled by your reaction, but then pointed their flashlight towards a thicket a couple of feet in front of them.

“I thought I head some slithering, but, it could’ve just been my imagination. I mean, it’s pretty hard not to be on edge right now!” They joked, but you stared into the dark abyss of the thicket, thoughts running wild on what could be on the other side.

“Keep the light steady...I’m going in.” You remained laser-focused on the mass of leaves that acted as a barrier between you and the other side, and cautiously walked towards the thicket. The hand holding the camcorder suddenly felt heavy and started to shake, and sweat trickled from your palm and onto the side of your camcorder, but you dug your fingers into the plastic siding, refusing to let go of the camcorder, and your once in a lifetime opportunity.

Just as your hand holding the flashlight reached out to push away the branches of the thicket, you heard loud screams coming from behind you.

“I-it’s here!”

“Run, just run! There’s no telling what it could do!”

You twisted your neck to look behind you, attention immediately snapping to your other teammate’s screams. The one that was behind you swung the light of their flashlight from the direction to the thicket to the rest of the group, trying to find the groups’ assailant, but to no avail. Then, they looked at you in silence, but fear and indecisiveness was clearly written all over their face. You, however, already made up your mind. Not only was the naga over with your group, but as the leader, you had a duty to keep your group safe, and ran towards the direction of your teammates, with the other shortly following behind you.

You both chased after your group, aimlessly swinging your flashlights and camcorder around in an attempt to catch even just a glimpse of the naga, but with your focus blurred from exhaustion, fear, and a general lack of light, the task was quickly proving to be impossible for you. Your teammate had quickly realized how futile their attempt was, and focused on catching up with the group, creating a distance between you two, as you still held onto the hope of finding that naga.

Then, in an instant, you felt your body and face crash into the ground beneath you. Your grip remained on the camcorder, which remained unharmed, but your flashlight flew out of your hands and landed a ways away from you, leaving you to rely on the light of the moonlight alone. You violently coughed in an attempt to catch your breath, suddenly realizing that your body wasn’t in momentum anymore, and you realized just how sore every inch of your body was in a single moment. Your teammates were now very far from you, far enough that you couldn’t hear their screaming anymore. Right now, you were completely alone, afraid, and sore, with your only thoughts on how this might be the end for you. But you wouldn’t allow yourself to give up, and steadily brought yourself up on your elbows, turning your body towards the sky.

And that’s when you saw them.

They were obscured by the trees around them, but in the faint moonlight, you could clearly see their silhouette. A humanoid upper body, and a lower body composed of a snake tail. You strained your eyes trying to find any extra details, but your vision was blurry, and you feared that your mind was just making up things in the ambiguity of the dark. You thought you saw horns and an extra set of arms...or were those just tree branches? Was their tail green, or was it purple? They had hair...but was it tied in a ponytail, or wild and fluffy? You felt completely delirious, unable to make sense of what was in front of you, unsure if there even was something in front of you in the first place, but what you were sure of, something completely unmistakable, were the pair of golden eyes that glowed in the moonlight, and stared down at you with curiosity.

Time stood still as the two of you just stared at the other, unsure of what action to take, or what the other would do, but resumed again once you heard the sound of grass rustling and labored breaths come from behind you. You snapped your head behind you and saw your teammates running back for you, and immediately helping you up to your feet. You wanted to explain what you saw so badly, but the right words just wouldn’t come out of your mouth, and when you turned back to the naga’s direction, they were already gone.

You were a mix of emotions as you ran out of those woods. You were disappointed that you couldn’t get adequate proof of their existence, but ecstatic that you were finally able to encounter a naga. The flame of your curiosity began to burn even brighter, and you quickly began to make plans for the next expedition.

#exophilia #terato #monster x reader #naga #safe #was it rune or the forest guardian? I'll let you decide~

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